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CARSON HART ➝ THIRD SIBLING

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❖ FULL NAME: Carson Emmanuel Hart. ❖ PRONOUNS: He/Him. ❖ AGE: 20. (December 20th). ❖ BIRTH ORDER: Third. Twin to Fourth Hart. ❖ GRADE: Freshman. ❖ MAJOR: Music, with a Song Writing concentration. ❖ SEXUAL ORIENTATION: Pansexual. ❖ ROMANTIC ORIENTATION: Panromantic. ❖ FACECLAIM: Tyler Posey.

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[ cancer tw, drug abuse tw ]

Carson Emmanuel Hart had always been rowdy, unable to sit still and accept the world for what it was. He would often stand up on chairs, jump from high points of the table. He never understood the word “no”. There was only “can” in his head. Carson was head strong and stubborn, never quite knowing where he fit in with the world.

His speech was delayed at a younger age; more often than not you would hear him quietly jabbering to himself in his room. Carson was sort of a loner, rushing by and taking it by the horns. He was never skilled in anything special, like his Moms or sisters. Carson felt a little out of place in his own home.

By seven, however, Carson had found his voice and used it at full force. He yelled at the top of his lungs, climbed up to the highest tree and stood his ground. There were downsides to this. He often questioned authority, told off his teachers when he felt like he wasn’t being heard. Carson’s filter lacked any sort of pause and reflect.

This would be his downfall.

When Melissa was diagnosed with ovarian cancer, Carson lashed out. He was thirteen at the time, and his track record only got worse. Carson would run away from home; he biked as far as he could before collapsing into tears. He would yell at people who dared to look at him funny. He was hostile and unforgivable to people.

At fourteen, Carson was given pills. He used them to cope with the pain, hiding them in tic-tac bottles, Advil containers. Anything to hide them.

When he was fifteen, Carson stole some liquor from his Moms’ cabinet. He had just found out that Julia was cheating on Mother. Carson kicked a hole in the wall.

He took his car to the a beach 4 hours north of their house, turned off his tracker, sat and drank until he could no longer drink, and took a few pills. He blackout in the backseat of the car. The police found him a few hours later, took him to the hospital. Carson came out fine— he had just wanted to escape from the pressure of home. He needed a way out of everything that was crushing him.

No one found out about the continuing use of Xanax, though.

And the adrenaline rushes didn’t stop after Melissa came back from remission. Now, at sixteen, Carson would run away as far as he could make it. He was truant and disobedient at home. The rowdy kid had grown up into a cold person. Carson used to laugh, open and freely. He had been a happy baby.

There were no smiles after her cancer. He supposed some people just don’t come back from their dark place. Carson fell into himself if he wasn’t causing a storm. He went silent some days, locked himself in his room, and fiddled with his guitar. He kept on doing pills, despite the weight loss, the lack of sleep. But, there was a good side.

The one good that came out of this was the guitar. Carson had always played a little, but he slowly began to go into song writing. He taught himself major chords, but kept it a secret from his family. He wanted nothing to do with the music industry during his mother’s cancer.

After applying to PSU to be with his siblings, Carson has chosen music out of all careers. He wants to be a better person— he wants to be happy and not as angry. He only hopes that good will come out of this. The hard part about being good is the pills. He keeps falling into dark habits. Carson know he needs to tell someone— but who?

He just wants good again.

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Carson wears jeans a t-shirts. He is fairly simple guy, and doesn’t try hard at all for anything whatsoever. When he needs to dress up for concerts, Carson will put on a three piece suit. His t-shirts are often plain colors, with converse on his feet. Carson doesn’t wear too many brand names. He opts for comfort instead.

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Melissa is a famous classical musician and was the associate concertmaster of the Chicago Symphony Orchestra for ten years, before moving to Los Angeles. She is now the concertmaster of the LA Philharmonic and has been for the last fifteen years. Julia is one of the best music lawyers in the US and has forged many connections among musicians.

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NATALIE HART ➝ SECOND SIBLING

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❖ FULL NAME: Natalie Grace Hart. ❖ PRONOUNS: She/Her. ❖ AGE: 21. (November 1st). ❖ BIRTH ORDER: Second. ❖ GRADE: Sophomore. ❖ MAJOR: Violin. ❖ SEXUAL ORIENTATION: Pansexual. ❖ ROMANTIC ORIENTATION: Polyromantic. ❖ FACECLAIM: Emeraude Toubia.

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TW: Cancer

Natalie Hart was the third child born to the successful Julia and Melissa Hart. Melissa was an extremely famous and successful musician, and the same could be said about Julia in her line of work, which didn’t make it too difficult to believe that they would discover that Natalie is a prodigy at the ripe age of three. They found her sawing away at her mother’s violin and, while it was disjointed and occasionally squeaky, it was beautiful. Melissa gave her a single lesson in reading sheet music and proper handling of the violin, and Natalie was off. Though she was already in the public eye, which tends to happen when your mother is one of the leading musicians in an extremely famous orchestra and your other has several famous friends, her eventual entrance into the music industry made her fame skyrocket. Fame is hard to handle as it is, but when a six year old child is suddenly being recognized on the streets and being hounded by paparazzi, it really takes its toll. Unless of course, that child is Natalie Hart. She took to fame the same way she took to music: like a fish to water and without hesitation.

It was obvious to anybody and everyone that Natalie was meant for fame. She flourished under it, soaking up the attention like a flower in sunlight. It made her feel important, even if she already had no trouble feeling that way, and it made her heart soar when her sassy nature made audiences laugh. But most of all, she loved that she could move grown men to tears with the sound of her violin. Unfortunately, that’s not the only effect she had on grown men.

With her practically growing up in the public eye, it would be foolish to believe that her developing body would go unnoticed by the public. Disgusting, perverted things were said to her on a near-constant basis. It made her deeply uncomfortable, but she did was she did best: She ran with it. At ten years old, Natalie entered her first pageant and it was the beginning of an era. For three years Natalie competed in minor pageants winning nearly all of them with her talent portion alone. As soon as she became eligible to do so, she entered and won Miss Teenage California. From there, she went on to win Miss Teen USA, which got her a modelling contract that she is still involved in. Needless to say, life was pretty charmed for Natalie. As she was only fourteen when she won Miss Teen USA, she had another four years to wait before she could enter Miss USA, and that wait felt like a lifetime. This was, naturally, when Natalie’s world came crashing down around her.

Her mother was diagnosed with Ovarian cancer, and suddenly her life wasn’t so charmed.

Suddenly, she was forced to stop focusing on herself and her success, and start focusing on her mother, who she couldn’t bear the thought of losing. Watching your mother go through chemo is brutal and traumatic, and it eventually sent Natalie into a depression that mimicked her mother’s health. When Melissa was feeling well, so was Natalie. When Melissa was in the hospital receiving chemo and on the brink of death? Well. Nobody saw Natalie then.

Two years of their lives were devoted to Melissa’s health and, eventually, she was officially in remission. Things got infinitely better, but Natalie was forever changed. The first fourteen years of her life were spent in a bubble wherein nothing could touch her, and she was unprepared when life came a knockin’. Fortunately, she had more assets than most adults in the world, which made her struggle with depression (and mild hypochondria) ten times easier than it would have been otherwise.

By the time she was 18, she was back on track to participate in Miss USA. This, conveniently enough, was what caused her to attend PSU rather than Juilliard. Pacific State, being a school that catered to the famous elite, was the only place willing to work around her participation in the pageant. Though it was a tight race, what with the lack of a talent portion, Natalie’s brutal honesty about the hardships of having a cancer-stricken mother and the resulting mental illness was what won it for her. The following year she participated in Miss Universe, but lost as the second runner up. In a way, the loss didn’t bother her. She was good friends with the woman who won, and it allowed to return to her (mostly) normal life and spend some quality time with her family. Unfortunately, a recent diagnosis of liver metastasis in Melissa has ruined things all over again. The lower-belly pain that Natalie has become used to took on a whole new meaning, which lead to her finally seeing her doctor about it. She’s been diagnosed with ovarian cancer, which has spread quite a bit. Terrified, Natalie has refused to go back to the doctor and start treatment, and has told nobody about it.

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Natalie has long, thick hair that is literally always done–she even wakes up with stylishly-messy french braids. Rarely is she spotted without her winged eyeliner and red lipstick, even if she still looks flawless without it. Her style is alternative glam, which usually means she pairs designer leather with a few accents of gold and silver. The f-shaped sound holes of a violin are tattooed onto her lower back, and an instrument bow across the length of her right forearm. Her bellybutton is also pierced.

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Melissa is a famous classical musician and was the associate concertmaster of the Chicago Symphony Orchestra for ten years, before moving to Los Angeles. She is now the concertmaster of the LA Philharmonic and has been for the last fifteen years. Julia is one of the best music lawyers in the US and has forged many connections amongst musicians.

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MARISOL SERRONO-HART ➝ FIRST SIBLING

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❖ FULL NAME: Marisol Amparo Serrono-Hart. ❖ PRONOUNS: She/Her. ❖ AGE: 23. (April 27th). ❖ BIRTH ORDER: First. Adopted. ❖ GRADE: Tbd. ❖ MAJOR: Art, with a minor in Business. ❖ SEXUAL ORIENTATION: Pansexual. ❖ ROMANTIC ORIENTATION: Panromantic. ❖ FACECLAIM: Eiza Gonzalez.

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TW: Child abuse, death.

Life for Marisol didn’t start in L.A, as much as she wanted it to– it’s not clear if she doesn’t remember everything, or she chooses not to remember her life in Italy. There it was nothing but fear, she was the product of an affair, not wanted- not wanted in the slightest but by the grace of God, he gave her an angel of a mother. The woman that protected her from harsh words and even harsher fists, or at least tried- the woman that snuck her food when her father had deemed she wasn’t deserving on such necessities. She saw the fear in her eyes, with every day that passed- the fighter she saw in her mother grew stronger and stronger. That didn’t mean young Marisol didn’t hear the screaming, the sound of a slap, a punch, cries for it all to stop- her mother never stopped defending her. But her breaking point? That came when Marisol was 16 years old, what happened? She forgot to mention she had gotten a C on a History test, that a girl in her class was sharing her lunch with her every other day because all she would be given was stale bread. She remembers the anger in her fathers eyes, there was no…. no human left in him, only a monster and that would only ring true as lash after lash came onto her back.

She had enough, she had enough of the man that used her mother for her fame, for a voice as beautiful as angels; one that rang her to fame- but she… she her mother, and she wanted it to work, she wanted her daughter to have both parents. To the ones that followed her mother, they were a normal family; one that instead of living in the land of stars, chose a modest life for themselves, and that was all they say, all their family members saw.

There she was left, curled into herself- and at that young age, she was praying for death- she was praying something gentle, painless to take her and her mother away. What came next she doesn’t remember much, she remembered her mother coming into her room late at night, dressing her wounds and packing her a small bag, a promise of a new life, a better life. Marisol was confused on why they couldn’t stay together, she felt betrayed for a moment- but all she was told was that her mother would be leaving the monster of a lover she had- and Marisol was being put on a bus with a woman she recognized from church. She ended up running off at the last minute for one last hug, tears rolling down her cheeks and as she pulled away, her mother put a necklace around her neck- the pendant one of the sun, claiming that as long as she wore it, nothing could harm her. And that was something she took for the rest of her life, and as of present day she hasn’t taken it off.

Her mother was a smart woman, she had it all planned– she had been planning for the matter 5 months, the plan was getting her safety, to LA, to her family, her aunts, her cousins, ones she saw on holidays kept in constant contact with, but they were family none the less. Her mother had full custody of her- and it was being acted her aunt would be fostering her for the time being as her mother would be undergoing treatment for a sickness she didn’t have, a vacation of the sort for Marisol. The plane ride was long and painful, but luckily the pain had made her so tired she slept through most of it- the feeling of gentle fingers running through her hair lulling her to sleep every time she woke up. With her small pack of belongings, when they finally made it to the wanted destination, all she did was run to Melissa’s arms, to her aunts– she took comfort in her cousins, in a home that would feel that much of a home.

There she was safe, she had her own room, she was fed 3, sometimes 4 times a day- she was allowed to shower every night, or even take bubble baths. A part of her thought it was too good to be true, that her father would be coming in any day to take her back, but that day never came. It took her about a year to get comfortable in this home, she feared their hands but they were always patient with her. By the time she was 17, she had been adopted into the Hart family and nothing could of compared to that. It was magical to her and she was thankful each and every day. She worked at a small bakery since she was 17- first as a counter girl, to actually being in the kitchen, she was responsible, she was always one to make sure she took her job and studies seriously. That’s what her mother would want.

Now at the age of 21, she has been enrolled at PSU since her Freshman year, majoring in art and a minor in business; she has a home of her own- and it is a lot easier now that her son is in kindergarten to be able to get a sense of schedule in her life. One thing, since she was a teenager that Marisol loved, was tattoos. It all started with a little matching sun with her mother and it grew into now over 42 pieces over her entire frame, only more to add. When she was 19 she started an internship at a local famous tattoo parlor, one that took her in, in the current time she is one of their featured up and coming artists. She is in a place right now where she is happy, she lives each day for herself in the hope she’s setting a good example for herself, that she’s proving everyone wrong- every statistic wrong, all the while keeping her sanity. The harsh reality of her biological mother, their aunt, during the first years she was so scared, didn’t speak, while it paired with her fear, it came from the fact her father ended up taking out the abuse even more on her mother, she knew what she was doing. She knew her father was going to break soon, and her goal was to get her out as soon as possible, knowing what would happen. Maria Rose Serrono passed away 10 months after she had been sent away, so Marisol lives her life for her, she lives it for her family– for everything she will do.

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Mari is covered in tattoos, from her neck down to her ankles; she truly believes that her body is a canvas and treats it as such. Given her inked skin, she is seen as more of a ‘punk’, but her style is very casual. Skinny jeans and v-necks are a staple for her, and any type of heel; she is seen as someone very cool headed, very open to friends; abit sarcastic, but what Hart didn’t have that trait? Even with a punk like label, she is very much a kind person; enjoys others company, has fears of being alone.

YOU KNOW THAT I'LL BE YOUR PAPARAZZI

Melissa is a famous classical musician and was the associate concertmaster of the Chicago Symphony Orchestra for ten years, before moving to Los Angeles. She is now the concertmaster of the LA Philharmonic and has been for the last fifteen years. Julia is one of the best music lawyers in the US and has forged many connections among musicians.