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ηαмє:
Lyria Beatrix Evans-Castro aka. Trix Castro
ηι¢кηαмє:
ElBeeSea, Trix, Castro the Badass, Ly (Lie, Only her Cousin calls her this)
вιятн ∂αтє:
March 23rd
αgє:
19
gєη∂єя:
Female
ѕєχυαℓιту:
Bisexual
ƒα¢є ¢ℓαιм:
Vanessa Morgan
нєχ:
#ad0845
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αρρєαяαη¢є:
Brown Hair, Pink and Maroon highlights, Caramel Skin, Doe Eyes, A impish smile. Yes, these contrasting features belong to Trix, one of the most peculiar looking girls in the school. Some say she is a gorgeous and cute girl and others don't even dare to look at her.
Do you think she is a adorkable Cutie? unconventional beauty? Or a menacing and imitating girl? Well, choice is up to you, not me.
Trix is 5'3, Weighing at exactly 120 pounds. She feels like she is pretty small, and absolutely hates being called shorty.
Trix's sense of style is eclectic and mixed, but loves casual styles and comfortable clothes. She doesn't wear tight and show skin often and wears often her "own thing." It really just makes up Trix, defining the her instead of them. Sometimes she be dressed like a bit like her cousin, Making people think she is kindof a tomboy. But usually she can never be found without her leather jacket that she got from her cousin, To her it's like a security blanket. She feels more calmer when she is wearing it.
ρєяѕσηαℓιту:
Upon meeting her, Lyria is what you would call a “cutie.” she fits the title well; she’s short for a nineteen year old girl (in her opinion anyways), her voice is soft and clear, and her smile could make flowers grow. she doesn’t speak unless spoken to, which usually gives people who don’t know her well the impression that she’s quiet and shy. well, yeah, she’s quiet, but she’s also comfortable in social situations and usually doesn’t struggle talking to others. She makes friends easily because it’s hard to dislike her and even harder to be mad at her. I mean, just look at her. I know, right?
Beneath the gummy smile and the gentle and soft-spoken exterior is a girl with a surprising amount of snark. She makes the sarcastic remarks and somewhat morbid comments, When she thinks only her real friends can hear her make them. She also curses a lot. Once she starts pulling out the swear words around you, You know you’re fairly close to her, or at least close enough to where she thinks you won’t badmouth her to your mutual friends. That’s another thing: Trix is distrustful to a fault. She always instinctively thinks the worst of everyone because in her eyes everyone’s got an ulterior motive. everyone’s a jealous, greedy, gossiping liar until proven otherwise.
Even though she has super-low standards for humanity, Trix still treats everyone equally and with kindness so long as they don’t piss her off. Though her oftentimes bleak observations and pessimistic worldview suggest otherwise, She has a very optimistic belief that things will get better as long as you put in the effort to make it better – whatever it takes. She’s a hardworking girl who never leaves her friends hanging if she can help it. People who make her mad quickly see that she is not just "all bark and no bite", She willing to get down and dirty to make her point come across or to keep her friends safe. She promised herself along time ago she will never let herself be a victim again. Even her words can make someone feel as small as an ant with stinging insults. When she’s pushed too far, however, she closes herself off from everyone and gets more stressed if people bother her, No matter how good their intentions may be. It takes time for her to recover enough to interact with others again.
вισgяαρну:
Lyria Beatrix Evans-Castro, was born in the morning on April 1, 1999 to Liam Evans and Esperanza Castro. Esperanza or Hope as she liked to be called, was a pianist of the american symphony orchestra. She met Liam on a trip to Los Angeles to visit her family. The two married after only 6 months, and Hope was pregnant just weeks afterwards. Things had started out well enough at first, Hope came from a wealthy family, and with their help she and her husband and their young daughter were able to live a comfortable, upper class life. But Hope yearned to return to the stage, to her life before all of its changes. She sat at the glossy black piano in the parlor and played concertos, sonatas, and waltzes for hours everyday. To appease herself, She began teaching her Daughter. Lyria learned how to play the piano and walk at the same time. Her mother stayed at home and raised her while her father worked. If Lyria had been older, maybe she would have noticed the signs. The dinners tossed into the trash, The untouched pill bottles, The way she sometimes sat on the piano bench and stared out the window for long periods of time and snapped at her in a way she never snapped at her if she bothered her. She left a note and a promise to keep in touch, but she still left. Lyria was nine.
The loss hit Lyria’s father hard to say the least. Here was a man who had given up his dreams of becoming a writer to support his wife and their daughter (who, if he was honest, had been a complete accident). Here was a man whose wife left him with nothing more than a note, a dead end office job, and the responsibility of a young child. Lyria’s father turned to alcohol, He quit the office job and began writing again, eventually taking up odd jobs to scrape together a living when the Castros' refused to completely support them. For a while Liam and Lyria lived this way, but their relationship remained distant due to the drinking and perpetual silence.
It wasn’t until Lyria was twelve and her father began trying to get his “fucking memoirs” (as Lyria likes to call them) published that problems started occurring. Lyria’s father would take out his frustration on his daughter. First, It was just yelling and cursing, But this soon escalated into full out drunken, severe physical abuse. She would be dragged around by her hair, thrown down the stairs, and choked until she was begging for air. Lyria at time pondered suicide, At times, she would take comfort in playing the piano in the parlor. It was an activity she associated with just the good memories of her mother, and she was very good at it to boot.
One day, when Lyria was fourteen and hadn’t been careful enough to check that her father was at work, The man walked in on her playing claire de lune. That night, Lyria heard the piano being dragged outside, the splintering of wood, and the screeching of strings. a week later. She tried suicide, it turned out that medicine gets less potent over time, so instead of shutting down her heart, the pills in the cabinet just made her vomit a lot. She figured she should end it before her father found out what she’d tried to do, so a couple days later she attempted to hang herself from the ceiling fan in her bedroom. She didn’t half-ass it either: The knots in the rope around her neck were secure, and she’d tested her weight on the ceiling fan beforehand. It almost worked but a neighbor saw her jump from the chair through the window and alerted her father, who got her down right before he punched her in the face. Regardless, the incident must have scared her father. Because Lyria was left alone for a while, She collected herself and reduced her depression from a storm to just a cloud. Eventually she began to think about her future.
Though Lyria made it clear that she wanted to pursue music at least as an extracurricular if not as a career, Her father vehemently refused. When Lyria actually stood up and argued back at her father about the subject, The man threatened to kick her out if she didn’t pursue something more worthwhile, like medicine or economics. Shortly after this declaration, Her father actually got those fucking memoirs published. He gave some of the money to Lyria, before grabbing the bags he packed for her and her out of his house. And that’s basically the sad story of Lyria’s life. Oh, sure, there are brighter moments– She’s always been able to lean on at least a few people for support, Like her mother's family would always try to help and the friends who don’t know anything about it still help her in some way, of course.
The time she spent outside of the house was okay, even pleasant sometimes. The abuse continued to the day she was kicked out; the only difference was that her father could inflict it while sober. Still, Lyria’s glad that her father kicked her out. The day her father kicked her out she called her mother's family. They helped her to move to Illinois to live with her cousin Marcos, Who was offered a position at the hospital that he completed his externship at. At first, She was bit weary to be living with her cousin. But thanks to her cousin's help, She found herself enjoying her new life and friendships. Gone was the sad, scared Lyria. In her place stood Trix, A girl who was stronger and not willing to let anyone hurt again. To alot of her new schoolmates, She is the new girl. A problem that needs to be solved and placed in a neat little box like the rest of them. To bad she isn't planning to follow the status quo.
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нαвιтѕ:
Reading books from the library and leaving notes in the books for others
Traveling around town to try different places to eat
She is a night owl, so she love to party
Dancing
ℓιкєѕ:
Loud music
Chaotic spaces
Baking
Her friends
Being creative
Dancing
All things spicy
Horror Tv Shows
∂ιѕℓιкєѕ:
People who don't text or call the next day
Early mornings when she hasn't slept at all
People who bully others
Wasting food
Drinks with long names
Horror movies, Which is odd because she likes horror tv shows
Stick-in-the-muds
ƒєαяѕ:
Her Father, is still someone she fears. even though she tries not to think about him.
She has a fear of thunderstorms, usually tries to use music to drown out the sounds of thunder.
She doesn't like to be crowded or in tight dark spaces.
ѕє¢яєтѕ:
Her abusive past, She doesn't want to people pitying her.
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