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SELA / HER / TWENTY4 / CANADIAN
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this is a really private + lowkey blog. please don't take it personally if i don't follow you back here, even if we are mutuals on other blogs. due to the nature of this blog, i ask that you do not follow me if you are sensitive to exploitation, specifically through child pageants as they serve as prevalent themes in this character. HIGHLY UNAFFILIATED WITH THE STRPC. ANTI-DUFFERS, SCHNAPP & GELMAN.all basic roleplay rules apply. expect this blog to very low/sporadic activity. if i'm not here, then i'm not here. if i'm posting or interacting with the dash, that doesn't mean i'm available to reply ooc. respecting personal/roleplaying boundaries are non-negotiable—including access to me ooc. this blog is for +18 mutuals only.spontaneity or in-depth plotting work. the best way to start interacting with me is to send a prompt, and/or continuing them! i'm very relaxed when it comes to reply speed for ic and ooc things, so there's never any rush or expectation on my end. drop threads, send 5 prompts at a time, go bananas.i believe you should write what you want as you want. i love villains. i love mature media and complex themes. i love narrative realism. i hate purity/censoring culture. mun =/= muse, but be smart about it.expect triggering themes on this blog. i do not do personalized tags, (as in, #seladontlook, etc), nor do i tag things like (written) depictions of gore, or violence. most of my blog will remain untagged. if something here isn't for you, it's all good. i encourage you to curate your own space. you don't owe me an explanation for anything, just as i don't either.● anything tagged will look like this: #trigger /expect minimal formatting and lots of text on my end. i like to write, so i write a lot. i don't expect you to match my length, just match effort and vibez and we're good. i know what my written and graphic work looks/sounds like and i will know if you copied or took "inspo" from me. it's incredible that i even have to clarify that this includes copying the phrasing used in my rules. it's very weird as hell man.i write max @mcxine. just, as an aside, in case you're a max writer and would rather not interact with someone who writes her too. if this isn't an issue, i'd love to write with a fellow max <3DNI: racist, sexist, zionist, homophobic, transphobic, ableist, trump-supporting, pro-america, pro-military/cop, pro-censorship, antis, sexualizors of minors, xenophobic, or otherwise bigoted individuals— including those who support or condone such behaviors. if you use n.schnapp or b/gelman (rb gifsets/etc. is fine, just not as your active fc) do not interact.
LEGAL: SERAPHINA KATE ALDERMAN.
ALIAS: "sera" / sare ● ah.
TITLES: miss mini-indiana.
D.O.B: 4 JANUARY, 1967. CAPRICORN.
AGE: eighteen – twenty(+) years old. + verse dependent.
ID: cisfemale, SHE/HER. demisexual.
RELIGION: raised catholic, inon-practicing.
OCCUPATION: STARCOURT MALL (when built), the gap retail during the summer.
DRIVES: WHITE MERCEDES-BENZ 380SL.FACECLAIM: sabrina carpenter.
HAIR: honey-blonde, curled, MID-BACK.
EYES: round, BABY BLUE.
COMPLEXION: ivory – rosy.
PHYSICAL FEATURES: flushed cheeks and chest. bright, PAGEANT-TRAINED smile. soft, heart-shaped face. wide, expressive eyes. LONG, curly lashes. blackened by mascara. scar behind ear from a curling-wand. nails are short, painted PINK OR RED. 5'1", petite !STYLE AESTHETIC: always smells faintly like hairspray and VANILLA LOTION. soft pastels that clash with the darker mood she actually lives in. cardigans, thumb hooked in the sleeve. QUIETLY EXPENSIVE JEWELRY (thin gold necklaces, pearl studs, charm bracelets). WHITE SNEAKERS. sleep shirts from beauty competitions with cracked glitter logos. satin scrunchies. gold heart-shaped locket from her GRANDMOTHER she doesn't take off.MANNER: stands in first-position without thinking (pageant training). SMILES WHEN UNCOMFORTABLE. serial crier. apologizes even when she hasn't done anything. HYPER-AWARE of being watched: shifts, smooths her clothes, monitors her expression. TRILLS LIPS.BIOLOGICAL FAMILY:
● CHARLES / CHUCK ALDERMAN. (father, FINANCE).
— weak relationship.
● ELEANOR PINATELLO. (mother, former miss indiana, stay-at-home MOM).
— controlling relationship.
● CHARLES / JR. / CJ ALDERMAN †. (older brother, HIGH SCHOOL SENIOR).
— close relationship.
— presumed to have drowned in LOVER'S LAKE at 18.MENTALITY: soft-hearted, compassionate. has a NATURAL POISE while under pressure. kind, even when it costs her. has trouble saying "no". SHARP-TONGUE. gentle. easy to confide in (below-the-surface observer). identity crisis constantly simmering. surprisingly BRAVE when it matters. conflict-avoidance champ. over-apologizes. represses ANGER until it explodes in unexpected ways. deep resentment toward HER MOTHER that she refuses to examine. a little naïve when it comes to danger.ALIGNMENT: neutral good. ● TYPE: ENFJ-T – THE PROTAGONIST.
there was a time when the pinatello name meant ribbons and crowns, and the kind of dazzling american dreams in magazines. eleanor pinatello was the embodiment of it. a smile trained into place by her own strict parents. in the halls of hawkins high in the late fifties, she was the one everyone expected to "make it out." and she did. pageants became her religion; winning became her testimony. she carried the torch from indiana all the way to miami, where she wore the miss indiana crown like armor and met a charming finance man named charles alderman. chuck. a man who loved the prestige almost as much as eleanor loved earning it.by twenty-five eleanor had the life she'd been groomed for. wealth, a husband who adored her ambition, and their golden-boy son, charles alderman jr. charlie. hawkins loved that kid. a little league prodigy, the kind of boy hawkins pinned its hopes on. two years later came seraphina, a baby with her mother's lashes and her mother's destiny, whether she wanted it or not.seraphina ("sera") didn't grow up so much as she was sculpted. her childhood was a carousel of hotel ballrooms, spray-tan fumes, tight curls, and rhinestoned dresses. eleanor poured herself into her daughter with a fervor that bordered on holy and monstrous. sera learned to mistake pressure for love, applause for approval, and victories for affection. and though she and charlie shared the same house, they lived in different worlds. his was baseball diamonds and father-son pride; hers was mirrors and stage lights and silence on the car rides home if she didn't bring home the crown.all tragedies begin with a softening. high school blurred the old childhood distance between them, and sera began to orbit charlie's warmth. he snuck her food after pageants, taught her how to skip stones at lover's lake, taught her how to drive, and told her that there was a life outside the pedestal their mother polished. he was her safe place, her reminder that something gentle existed in life. but the alderman shine never lasts. hawkins has a way of swallowing its brightest.after the disappearance of sera's classmate, barbara holland, hawkins was already holding its breath. then came the night of charlie's graduation party. music blaring, beer flowing, the same restless hope buzzing in him about scouts and draft picks and life finally beginning. no one really saw when he wandered off toward lover's lake. they found his truck. they found his shoes. they did not find him.with their hands already full, the police named it accidental drowning. closed case. wrong place, wrong time, drunk teenager, unfortunate accident. the kind of tidy explanation hawkins loved to stitch over something that didn't feel tidy at all.but sera knew. she knew because when charlie vanished, the house went cold and wrong and as if something had peeled away from beneath their world. eleanor collapsed into grief like a ruined statue. chuck threw himself into work as if he could outrun the empty chair at the dinner table. and sera found herself staring into the dark with the terrible, electric certainty that whatever had taken charlie was still out there. watching. waiting.
★ S1, FALL 1983. WELCOME BACK MISS MINI-INDIANA!
FOR MOST OF HAWKINS HIGH, sara alderman is an odd sort of local legend. the pageant girl. perfect hair, perfect posture, perfect smile, perfect daughter, perfect life.. or something that looks like perfection enough. everyone knows there’s something going on in that big fucking house: the too-strict mother, the icy father, the routines and rehearsals and dresses that cost more than most families' mortgages. but in hawkins, polite curiosity beats the truth every time, so no one digs. except sara. when her brother charlie disappears after a party and the police shrug it off as a drunken accident at lover's lake, she's the only one who refuses to accept it. she combs the woods he was last seen in and begs the police for updates. sera doesn't know a second mystery is unfolding right beside her, with barbara holland and will byers slipping into the same darkness that swallowed charlie. sara fights grief in the hallways of hawkins high, walking the same town, breathing the same air, unaware she's orbiting the same horror.★ S2, FALL 1984. THE DEATH OF CHARLIE ALDERSON JR.
BY THE TIME FALL ROLLS AROUND, hawkins is pretending life has gone back to normal. sara goes along with it because she doesn't know what else to do. nancy tells her the truth about barb and the lab: the truth that echoes charlie's disappearance far too closely. sara steels herself, insisting her brother be included in their plan to expose what really happened. but once the fire of that revelation burns out, she's left with something hollow and disorienting. she pulls inward. stops investigating, stops talking about charlie, stops letting herself feel much of anything. on the outside, sera looks more composed than ever: neat grades, clean outfits, the perfect daughter reassembled. on the inside, she's a tangle of fear and numbness, swinging between wanting truth and wanting ignorance. she sees the town, and a select group of people suffer all over again, just like her, and sera tells herself none of it concerns her. she's stuck in stasis, trapped between what she knows and what she can't face, trying to live a normal school year in a place that refuses to be fucking normal.★ S3, SUMMER 1985. THE DEATH OF SERAPHINA ALDERSON.
SARA SPENDS THE SUMMER BURNING HOT AT BOTH ENDS. sera is a glittering wildfire pretending to be a girl. charlie's death and the upside down still clings to her like static, but she outruns it the only way she knows how. hot nights, chlorine-tangled hair, a calendar full of parties, malls, pools, boys, and anything loud enough to drown her thoughts. refusing to involve herself with the upside down's reoccurrences, again: sera becomes hawkins' girl of the summer quickly. they never see the fear that drives her, or the way she flinches when the lights flicker like the upside down is breathing under the floorboards. her home becomes a fucking battleground of screaming matches and slammed doors, her mother digs her nails deeper into control while sara shatters out from under her. and when starcourt erupts in flames, the fantasy collapses.
★ ALT. BRANCHES:
● sera gets targeted by the mindflayer.★ S4, SPRING 1986.
THE FINAL CURTAIN.
THE FIRE INSIDE SARA HAS BURNED DOWN. the girl who lived like a lit cigarette last summer has folded inward, quieter, steadier, suddenly terrified of her own past impulses and of the reputation she left behind. chrissy cunningham's death tears the ground out from under her, not because they were close, but because they were similar. two perfect girls carved from hawkins porcelain, both cracking in private ways. sara feels the old cold dread crawling back up her spine, the one she tried to drown. when max begins to unravel next, sara can't look away anymore. she falls into the orbit of max, steve, dustin, and the others: kids who've survived the same darkness she's spent years trying to pretend didn't exist. when sera finally sees the upside down for what it truly is, when vecna's presence brushes against her mind, she recognizes the shape of charlie's death in its monstrous silhouette. sara is no longer running or pretending or sparkling herself numb. instead, she stands rooted, frightened, and finally ready to face what's been haunting her family for years.★ S5, FALL 1987.
THE VICTORY LAP.
idk, i'm thinking she works with robin and steve at WSQK. helps set up crawls re: materials through her father's connections.
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