carangi, gia brigitte.

[gia brigitte carangi]

gia brigitte carangi

character basics
I WANNA DARKEN IN THE SKIES, OPEN THE FLOODGATES UP.
I WANT TO CHANGE MY MIND, I WANT TO BE ENOUGH.

FULL NAME , gia brigitte carangi.
NICKNAMES , gia.
AGE , twenty one.
BIRTHDAY , january twenty first.
SEXUALITY , straight.
GRADE , n/a
OCCUPATION , n/a
MEMBER GROUP , citizen

hello, my name is ALICE. i am FIFTEEN years young and i consider myself a(n) ADVANCED, BBY roleplayer. i found this site through TISSERS <3. so, here's an example of my average post:

nah.

character details
I WANT THE WATER IN MY EYES, I WANT TO CRY UNTIL THE END OF TIME
I WANT TO LET THE RAIN COME DOWN, MAKE A BRAND NEW GROUND.

HEIGHT , 5'8
EYE COLOR , blue.
HAIR COLOR , dark blonde/light brown.
PLAY-BY , jac jagaciak.

LIKES , classical music, eos lip balm, charlie, nirvana, and the pristine nature of the color white.
DISLIKES , being ridiculed, sarcasm, speechlessness, citrus flavor or smell, waking up late.
FEARS , losing her husband, identity fraud, and being ridiculed.
DREAMS , play in a piano concert again.
SECRETS , while her husband doesn't know she can play piano, gia sneaks down to the library after it's closed and does so there.
HABITS/QUIRKS , she fiddles when she's uncomfortable, with anything from loose threads or hairs to the pleats on a skirt.
OVERALL PERSONALITY , sweet, shy, not confident, timorous, aims to please, regretful, a bit lost.

character history
LET THE RAIN COME DOWN, MAKE A BRAND NEW GROUND
LET THE RAIN COME DOWN TONIGHT.

MOTHER , kathy leviton, forty six.
FATHER , arnold leviton, forty seven.
SIBLINGS , sofia leviton, eighteen.
andres leviton, sixteen.
PETS , charlie, her cavalier king charles spaniel.
OTHER IMPORTANT FIGURES, -jonathan adams, her piano tutor from ages ago. they keep in touch through email correspondence now, because he's moved to austria to channel beethoven.
- leander 'meta' carangi, husband.
HOMETOWN , baytown, texas.

OVERALL , Gia was born on a blustery evening in January, late at night, like all of the Leviton children to come after her. She was the first child to the not wealthy, but madly in love family; she would also be the most compliant, against the typical ways of the oldest. While they didn’t have much, their house was at least decent enough to provide shelter for the three of them, and Gia developed in a very loving setting, while at home at least. The Levitons were unaccountable for whatever violence occurred while the child was playing outside, unless of course they were watching, in which case it would be entirely their fault if the other children in the neighborhood bullied her. Seemingly because of her quiet, unobtrusive behavior, no one really did and Gia was at least complacent, if not pleased, throughout the first three years of her existence. When her baby sister was born, named, too, for a celebrity of another time, Gia was distraught. She no longer was the center of attention, and her three year old mind failed to comprehend why exactly it was so. Instead of lashing out and becoming worse in behavior, she retreated and the attention she got, until the Leviton’s third child was born, was remarkably good attention, typically because Sofia took to terrorizing and Gia merely did as she was told. So, in their small house in Baytown, the Levitons grew and developed, and the library housed an old piano that Gia had no qualms playing on, where an older man by the name of Jonathan saw her doing so and quickly began to teach her the classics: Beethoven, Mozart, Chopin. The latter was her favorite of the three, but she learned them all and soon the hours spent at school slowly ticked by before she could get to the library, and play. She was eight by the time she’d mastered a two of the Nocturnes, and the librarians were beginning to think she was a prodigy. She easily passed school, in all but one subject which she found difficult - math.

By the time she’d turned ten, she was spending so much time at the library with Jonathan, being taught to play incredible songs and sonatas and whatever else he thought to bring to her, she was only home to sleep. Her parents thought nothing of it, since her presence at the home had never been overly obvious anyway, and they were lucky to have a child with some talent, while all Andres wanted to do was play with dolls, and Sofia with the boys. They were concerned with their flip flopped children, and Gia was a refuge in which they refused to taint by allowing her time around them. It was during this long year that, while playing in the backyard of their house, Sofia discovered a gurgling puddle of black goo, and Arnold investigated, only to find it was oil and their house, the entire time they had been struggling in poverty, was sitting directly on top of a natural oil resource. They waited for a decent amount of time before selling it to the highest bidder, at which point Arnold wisely invested his money into foreign companies and various state-wide stocks, and catapulted the Leviton family into extreme wealth. Gia, who had always enjoyed simply being the quiet girl in the back of the class, despised the transition and refused to become one of the spoiled girls she’d seen on television and wherever else, but her mother had turned power hungry and was using her daughter as a pawn to advance their family, and Sofia would be having none of it. While she did seem to enjoy the male aspect, she didn’t find solace in expensive clothes; she refused to part with her wild ways and spent her days drinking jack and coke, just like before. Meanwhile, Andres had developed into some kind of strange hybrid between angry and sad; he was revolting in ways Kathy and Arnold had never seen before, and the only cure for him was Gia’s presence. Unfortunately, Gia was going through a bit of a crisis of her own. So, while the family had moved into an inconspicuous penthouse apartment by the water, the children each faced their own issues and Gia couldn’t handle it - she asked if she could be sent to a private boarding school in Geneva, where she finished high school without the issues her family presented.

While she was away, she discovered an inexplicable attraction to a female, something she’d encountered before but refused to acknowledge. This time, the girl enjoyed her company as well and they were together for perhaps a year before Gia graduated and went to Oxford, for a literary degree, just as her parents had dictated. The girl didn’t come with her, and she never spoke of her again, for fear of being ostracized the way her brother was when he outed himself; he had since moved to Greenwich Village in New York City, where he felt both accepted and comfortable, and Gia occasionally made the flight to visit him, but never her parents. Never them.

When they announced her betrothal to Leander, her stomach dropped to her feet and she found herself thinking of the one person who could help her.

She showed up on her doorstep, begging for help and for the constant love she’d felt back in high school, but two years had passed, and Gia was twenty and her girlfriend was twenty one; their lives had changed, and while she still felt an entirely compelling amorous emotion for the girl, they talked it out over the course of three days and found she had nothing she could do to remedy her issue. They made love one last time, and then Gia left before the girl woke up from her drug-induced haze, her things left behind with her heart, in London, where she vowed she would never return.

She was married on the twenty second of June, that very year, to Meta Carangi, a dapper and enthusiastic, extremely successful business men from a good family. Her mother and sister sat in the front row and cried, and her brother was her bridesmaid; she felt no connection to her father or her mother, who had pushed them into the situation, but she was inexplicably attached to her siblings and thus they watched her walk down the aisle from an envious vantage point. On her wedding night, Gia cried and cried in the bathroom, before Meta knocked quietly on the door and opened it, asked her what was wrong, and embraced her until she fell asleep on his shoulder; his wedding shirt was ruined, but they slept next to each other and in the morning, she made him pancakes and said nothing more about it. While it wasn’t a marriage of his choice, it was a marriage nonetheless and there were things to be expected. Gia had to live up to these expectations as a wife, and as a future mother. In the morning, they flew from London, where they had married, to Boston, where his family and company were based.

The mounting sexual tension evaded neither of them; one evening on his way to the bedroom, he saw her reading a book, and simply plucked it from her hands, tossed it over, and took her right there. That was the beginning of the emotional side of things, because as you might have guessed, it’s difficult to remain in control of feelings you’d only ever had one other time, and both of them found themselves enamored by the time two weeks were up. It didn’t take long to fall in love, and Gia was on the ground. She could only hope Meta felt the same way. As a friend, she felt they could discuss anything and everything, and often times they did. As a husband, she felt protected and secure, which was important and integral. When she told him she was pregnant, three months after the initial effects began, he proposed to her a second time and they went to Bora Bora. They’ve just recently returned, and Gia can honestly say she’s never had a better time. But he knows only that she loved someone, not that it was a girl, and he’s never heard her play the piano, only knows she went to boarding school, and not that it was for her incomparable musical talents. There are secrets on his side that she doesn’t care to broach, knowing even she keeps things from the second love of her life.

[tisse]

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