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“For the love of God: YES, I’m Marshall’s sister. Get over it.”
| |Nickname:| |
- None
| |Age:| |
17 | January 31st
| |Gender:| |
Female
| |Sexuality:| |
Bisexual
| |Relationship Status:| |
Single
| |Occupation:| |
Sells the occasional dark-themed painting | High School Student
| |Classification:| |
Senior
| |Role:| |
Artist
| |W H O A M I ?| |
Habits | Quirks | Oddities
- Can always be seen with an Anne Rice book in her hand.
- Only drinks rich red wine.
- Is obsessed with the movie Queen Of The Damned (will watch it at least once a month).
- Cannot live without at least three cups of coffee a day.
- Adores to be play fortune teller to everyone who asks.
- Has a super secret crush on Damian (though she would rather slit her wrists than have anyone find out)
- Has a secret craving to love and be loved.
- Can also be found deep into writing fan fiction or making drafts for a painting, headphones on and red pen scribbling furiously on a black notebook.
- Adores the color black.
| |My Dreams| |
“In all honesty, I want to take some time off after I’m done with college and travel the world. Seeing the world and learning about new cultures is basically my life dream.”
| |Likes:| |
- Evanescence (their old albums)
- Australians and their delicious accent
- Anne Rice novels
- Queen of The Damned
- Dark / Horror TV series (Classics like Black Mirror, The Tudors, Penny Dreadful, Hemlock Grove, True Blood, and the like)
- True Crime novels and TV series
- Painting
- Horoscopes
- Tarot Cards
- Fortune Telling
- Going through high school life unnoticed
- Coffee Dates
| |Dislikes:| |
- The Twilight Saga (“It’s an insult to the vampire fandom.”)
- Fifty Shades of Grey Saga (“Just to PornHub if you want good BDSM. Please don’t resort to this crap.”)
- Cheaters
- Exercise
- Pastel Colors
- The populars and the way people seem to worship them
- The mere idea of school cliques
- Being the center of attention
| |Fears:| |
- Harm coming to any of her family members.
- Permanent Injury
- Opening up to someone one only to relive what happened to her mom.
| |Personality Traits:| |
- Cool
- Collected
- Mysterious
- Poised
- Analytical
- Distant
- Observant
- Fails to let people in
- Cynical
- Smart
- Her mind is always thinking, yet you never know just what is crossing through her mind.
- Fiercely protective of her siblings, especially the boys.
- Woman of few words
| |D E F I N I N G M Y P A S T| [|
History:
Sooooo… My name’s Martha Colette Radley, middle daughter of Frederick Radley and Margot Sutton. I was born on January 31st in Manhattan, New York, right in the middle of a rather intense blizzard. It probably explains why my family always say I’m so cold, but that’s not the point here… When they were together, my parents got along well. They were never the most expressive of people when they came to each other, and they were both kind of workaholics. But hey, at least they were always good and affectionate to us. Even though it was kind of expected when you think about it from an older perspective, I never would have guessed that things would end the way they did.
I was six years old when my mother came home one day to find all of my dad’s things gone and a single envelope on their bed. In it were divorce papers with child support arrangements, and a letter explaining the actions taken. Apparently, my father had been having an affair with a woman named Olivia for nearly two years, and she was currently expecting their first son. I swear I have never seen my mother fall apart so harshly as she did that day. Thankfully, she’s a strong woman, and by the end of the week she was back on top of things. The divorce procedures were finalized in a year, and we were on the plane to California the day after it came through.
Beverly Hills became my new home. I wasn’t too happy with the idea of leaving everything behind and starting over, but it’s not like little seven year-old me had a choice. My parents attributed this to me being a child who didn’t understand, but eleven years later I still feel the same way. In all honesty: I HATE it here. I’m the only one of my siblings who despises Beverly Hills and all it has to offer. It’s too sunny, the people are too fake, and you can’t seem to make a move without people judging you about it. I think it sucks.
Okay, so my dad’s a Wall Street banker, and my mom’s a luxury real estate agent. It’s pretty obvious that my family’s not poor by any means, but I refuse to sit here and brag about money or superficial things like that. As it stands, I currently have one older sister and three younger brothers, the last two being the children my father had with Olivia. I know for a fact that MarMar hates Liv, but I just feel sad for the woman. She didn’t know our father was married. That’s on Dad. I personally feel like she was a victim in all this, just like my mother and my siblings were. The only good side is that even though dad was a crap husband, he’s an amazing father. He’s always managed to make time for all of us, constantly present in our lives. Every summer, he gathers up all his kids and whisks us off to some exotic location. Last summer it was Bali, where I got to meet some pretty delicious Australians… I wish there were more of them in the Hills.
I am currently a senior at the local high school: Beverly Hills High. The feeling I have for the Hills also translates to this school. The cliques, the fakeness, the drama, the gossip... I don't know how MarMar does it. I feel trapped in the campus,
every bit of me desperately wanting to stretch my wings and get out. God only knows how I'm counting the days until graduation. I’ve already got early acceptance at Columbia, so I can’t wait to leave all this shit behind and be back HOME where I belong.
I was six years old when my mother came home one day to find all of my dad’s things gone and a single envelope on their bed. In it were divorce papers with child support arrangements, and a letter explaining the actions taken. Apparently, my father had been having an affair with a woman named Olivia for nearly two years, and she was currently expecting their first son. I swear I have never seen my mother fall apart so harshly as she did that day. Thankfully, she’s a strong woman, and by the end of the week she was back on top of things. The divorce procedures were finalized in a year, and we were on the plane to California the day after it came through.
Beverly Hills became my new home. I wasn’t too happy with the idea of leaving everything behind and starting over, but it’s not like little seven year-old me had a choice. My parents attributed this to me being a child who didn’t understand, but eleven years later I still feel the same way. In all honesty: I HATE it here. I’m the only one of my siblings who despises Beverly Hills and all it has to offer. It’s too sunny, the people are too fake, and you can’t seem to make a move without people judging you about it. I think it sucks.
Okay, so my dad’s a Wall Street banker, and my mom’s a luxury real estate agent. It’s pretty obvious that my family’s not poor by any means, but I refuse to sit here and brag about money or superficial things like that. As it stands, I currently have one older sister and three younger brothers, the last two being the children my father had with Olivia. I know for a fact that MarMar hates Liv, but I just feel sad for the woman. She didn’t know our father was married. That’s on Dad. I personally feel like she was a victim in all this, just like my mother and my siblings were. The only good side is that even though dad was a crap husband, he’s an amazing father. He’s always managed to make time for all of us, constantly present in our lives. Every summer, he gathers up all his kids and whisks us off to some exotic location. Last summer it was Bali, where I got to meet some pretty delicious Australians… I wish there were more of them in the Hills.
I am currently a senior at the local high school: Beverly Hills High. The feeling I have for the Hills also translates to this school. The cliques, the fakeness, the drama, the gossip... I don't know how MarMar does it. I feel trapped in the campus,
every bit of me desperately wanting to stretch my wings and get out. God only knows how I'm counting the days until graduation. I’ve already got early acceptance at Columbia, so I can’t wait to leave all this shit behind and be back HOME where I belong.
A C A D E M I C S
Extracurricular Activities:
- Art Club
- The horoscope part of the school paper
| |Best Subjects, Worst Subjects::| |
Best Subjects:
Worst Subjects:
- Art
- Creative Writing
- All the Maths
- Anything that requires analyzing
Worst Subjects:
- Histor
- Theater
- Gym
| |Family:| |
“Word to the wise: my mother and brothers are off limits. Hurt them and you disappear. And trust me, I can do it. Years of watching Investigation Discovery has trained me.”
- Frederick Radley- Father- “Great dad. Shit husband.”
- Margot Sutton- Mother- “The boss.”
- Marjorie Radley- Older Sister- “The lucky one.”
- Marshall Radley- Younger Brother- “The diva.”
- Jameson Chandler ‘J.C.’ Radley- Younger Half-Brother- “The messiah.”
- Jasper Radley- Youngest Half-Brother- “The baby.”
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