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THE DRAMA QUEEN is LUA SANTOS (fc: camila mendes) AND THEY WILL BE PLAYED BY MALINE!

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learn more about lua below.

ooc information

name and pronouns: hello!!! my name’s maline and i go by she/her!

age: i’m eighteen years old ( and actually turning nineteen in a few days so woohoo for that!! )

timezone: i see what you did there!!! although i’m not carmen, i, too, am from the great latin america ( brasil, more especifically ) which means i’m in the gmt-3 timezone.

ic information

character requested: the drama queen.

character name: although named luana, she mostly goes by and introduces herself as lua ( a, it’s cute. b, she’s very opened so she really doesn’t mind people calling her by her nickname. c, no one ever pronounces her full name right anyway ). so, it’s lua coutinho santos.

face claim: camila mendes.

age: twenty five years old.

gender/pronouns: cisgender female. she/her pronouns.

sexual orientation: bisexual

meet your character

The entertainer. The title could easily summarize Lua, her little performances at the living room, the fabulous parties she threw and the incredible way she mastered of making you feel more than comfortable while talking to her. Loud, original, observant and quite practical, her loyal and artistic ways could sometimes be overshadowed by the defensive, conflict-averse and easily-bored aspects of her personality. Social to the last bone of her body, the girl is a mix of blunt truths and an immense amount of wit that made high school ( and pretty much everywhere she goes ) her kingdom, collecting friends, fans and fuss. Raised in a very expressive and democratic household, she grew up used to having her voice heard and honestly wouldn’t accept it any other way. She learned how to make her point and stand by it, taking as an advice from her parents that gut is definitely something you always follow.

Daughter of immigrants, she knew her family’s money was the only reason she didn’t get introduced to that rough side of the land of the free and, an equality activist herself, she used her status to make a difference whenever necessary, going as far as winning an award for creating an anti-bullying project. The once prom queen is always up to stepping out of her comfort zone ( and that was also how she learned her bisexuality at the age of thirteen ) yet, can be perceived as impulsive due her usual lack of planning or focus. If you asked her, that’s the characteristic she would change if she could– her father always made very clear that she couldn’t rely on her habit of depending on her friends to analyse the consequences of her actions. And ever since Olive, she was somehow forced to depend less and less– especially because she was the person who Lua went to talk to about what to do or how to do it.

And we get to the Olive topic. ( Co-captain cheerleader, championship winner, daughter of the CEO of Santos Corp.– and the list goes on ) Lua has always been the face that came into everybody’s head when thinking about the highs chool at Shallow Creek. And she shamelessly loved it, wearing the crowd proudly. That, of course, until the articles about the crash became all you could find when googling the town’s name;;; saying that was a blow on the stomach wasn’t sufficient. Olive Graff was that one girl who welcomed Lua at kindergarten, even when the latina didn’t know how to exactly thank her for being nice due her broken English. For as long as she can remember, Olive was there– to listen, to laugh, to talk and most importantly, to get her. As the years went by, Lua never seemed to get bored of the consistency between the two girls. As a matter of fact, it was one of the things that brought her comfort whenever she needed– she knew that Olive would always be there to get her wit, to pick up on her sarcasm and to banter with. Until she wasn’t anymore. And that was not something she managed to unfocus of so easily.

It was her party, on the night of her eighteenth birthday. She remembers being slightly mad at Olive when a text came in, letting her know that her parents were fussing and that she might not make it. The thought of celebrating without a friend annoyed her but it all felt very trivial after the news. She did end up coming after all and they had fun– until something happened with Bryson and Aug got too shit-faced to drive. Olive, carrying an almost unconscious August, found Lua in midst of the dancing bodies and let her know that she’d be dropping him off. And with a joke aimed at the boy’s state, a hug and a kiss on their cheeks, she said goodbye, thanking them for coming. It wasn’t until an hour of sleep ( after everyone left the party by 5am ) that her mother shook her awake, letting her know that her friends were at the hospital– all three of them. She didn’t believe it. It could only be a mean joke. And nobody could tell her otherwise, until she saw that coffin being covered by the dirt.

It was like this for two or three weeks. She’d leave Sydney voicemails, visit Olive’s grave and her friends at the hospital. She would send them flowers just to hide the questions and the guilt from herself. What if she asked them to stay over that night? Why didn’t she offered any of the guest beds to August and maybe Olive wouldn’t even leave? Why did she even throw that party anyway? That way, neither of her friends would’ve been drunk and this whole situation would’ve never happened. She searched for someone to blame. And til this day, there’s parts of herself that, no matter how hard she tries, wants to shout at the two for drinking that much. Wants to hit them and ask how come Olive was the only one who didn't survive. Wants to scream at her for checking the message and even question Teddy why did she text at all. Lua never did. She couldn’t bring herself to cause any more trouble and confrontation was never something she was keen of.

It was hard looking at everyone and, at the same time, acknowledging the realization that she was not there anymore. Easily the hardest thing Luana’s had gone through, she had a hard time dealing with the tsunami of feelings and thoughts that she battled against within herself– it hurt too much. Pissed that it happened. Pissed that it happened that night. She knew how she left people talking about how much of a bitch she was for thinking that when one of her best friends totally just fucking died. Well, yeah. She’s never celebrated her birthday on the day ever since and misses how her friends would put candles on a damn cupcake for her to blow and make a wish. Misses getting ( happy birthday ) hugs from Olive– and not cry at the anniversary of her death. Perhaps, for that, she really was a bitch.

Even more when things were beginning to slowly go back to how it was, yet, she could never see things going back to ( normal ) since it seemed like they were slowly growing apart. They would take longer to reply to her messages, the ones she hesitated for minutes before sending. She would feel her heart hurt whenever she crossed one of them on the streets. It wasn’t long before Lua realized there was no way she would stay in Georgia any longer. She would not be there to watch time go by when Olive wasn’t there.

After graduation, the brunette had more than one college to pick from and it was then that she chose to go as far as possible– London, to study Fashion Journalism at Central Saint Martins. Go somewhere where she’d start off fresh. And she kept her personality, for the most part. But grief took the ingenuity out of her and she learned how things can disappear in a matter of seconds.

Her friend inspired Luana to be the determined woman she turned into– the one who gave up her father’s capital, graduated top of her class and paid for her tuition with her own salary she got from working at a local atelier. The one who made her own fortune and name in NYC and the world, becoming one of the most famous fashion journalists/bloggers and critics. Creating a Youtube channel where she shares clips of her life, fashion related news and tips, talk vlogs which actually earned her a large fanbase that she’s very fond of;;; it’s hard for her to deal with the criticism but who guessed first Luana would become a famous influencer? And since she left, she hasn’t come back. Not even once, not even to visit Olive’s grave one more time. She still spends important dates with her family ( with the exception of her birthday ) when they all fly back home to Brasil, but she hasn’t found the courage to be there yet. Which is worrying Luana every day a little bit more– especially after the last letter. She misses everyone so much and remembers every little word that came out of the other girl’s mouth when they were talking about this damn roadtrip… It’s just too messy. And it hurts.

Lua knows she’s supposed to face it and honor Olive’s life, she just wonders if there’s an easier way to do it– a way where she wouldn’t be face to face with that old part of her. Her personality, her friends, her love.

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