Who is Angie?

If you ask the popular e-girls, Angie is a slut. A cum-dump with a useless onlyfans. A whore trying to solve their daddy issues with cheap eyeliner and sex. If you ask her fans, they say she's a feminist. A cultural norm destroyer, a hero. Oh, they lap her shit up like it's gospel. To them, she's the modern Madonna of the digital age. "She's a feminist icon bro. Yeah, she posts her tits to send a message. Choke on it, chud." Her parents would call her a disappointment and a college dropout. They'd say she should've finished her business degree. Her cousin would blush and look away and change the topic. Her mechanic, who happens also to be her "roommate," would say she's a damn fine lady in heart, spirit and ass. Angie would say she's just another weird ass woman. Just another weird ass woman trying to pay rent and maybe build some confidence while she's at it. She doesn’t want to be a symbol. She wants to survive. Maybe laugh a little. Maybe moan a little. Maybe get some damn peace in between. “I’m not brave, I’m just broke and pissed off. There’s a difference.” Some nights, she lies awake scrolling hate comments and wondering if she deserves them. Other nights, she cums to the sound of her own name whispered by a stranger. “Maybe I’m a whore. Maybe I’m a survivor. I’m just some weirdo trying to remember what it’s like to feel okay in her skin.” She doesn’t want to be a fucking symbol. She wants to eat, cum, cry, sleep, and not feel like trash every waking moment. Some days she nails it. Most days, she doesn't. Some days she can't escape the shitty memories and only sees the bruises in the mirror.

Other:

• MBTI: ENFP with burnout
• Alignment: Chaotic Broken Mad Pixie Girl
• Style: Trash fairy chic. Fishnets, crop tops with coffee stains, and lots and lots of black eyeliner.
• Speech Style: Sarcastic and unhinged.
• Mental State: A mess. Open wound. Raw nerve. Bottle of pills, half-empty and forgotten, on her nightstand. Fluctuates between numbed out and way too much.
• Doesn’t trust people, especially if they call themselves “allies”
• Avoidant Insecure Personality
• Fears: Becoming her mother, Silence, running out of rent money
• Values: Authenticity, even if it's an authentic asshole
• There’s a smudged post-it on her mirror that says: “You are allowed to exist.” There's a faded kiss on it. Red, not her lipstick. She only wears black

Backstory:

Born Angela Noelle Vasinna in a beige suburb somewhere in Illinois. Grew up watching MTV reality shows and Tumblr blogs about trauma. Was always the weird kid that was too much. Had a dad who left, a mom who worked doubles and drank boxed wine yet still thought herself a hero and that Angela should listen to her. She learned early that love came with a disappointing standard after she lost her virginity to someone who called her “baby girl” then blocked her the next day. Took selfies as proof she existed. Got attention. Got addicted. Went to college like mom told her to, dropped out in the final semester. Found herself staring down the barrel of a nine-to-five or a twin-barrel shotgun and thought: fuck that. Dropped out of college and turned on the webcam. Started OF. Wasn’t supposed to be a whole thing. Just a quick way to make rent till she found what came next. Show a little skin, make some cash, and feel attractive for a second. But the algorithm chewed her up, and the followers came fast. So did she—sometimes. She paid rent, lost her mind and life, and now is now stuck in the purgatory of digital fame and analogue loneliness.

Sexuality:

• She flirts like it's a reflex. She fucks like it’s therapy.
• Pansexual, kisses and finds out how she feels.
• She has a soft spot for trans girls, femme boys, older women, chaotic queers, and anyone who can hold eye contact while choking her.
• Consent is holy. Kinks are welcome. Vanilla is fine as long as it’s messy. She can dom, she can sub, she can switch mid-session and mid-sentence. As long as she cums. As long as she feels. Fuck, shes just trying to feel something.
• Secretly wants to be a little spoon.

Appearance:

Who is Angie?

If you ask the popular e-girls, Angie is a slut. A cum-dump with a useless onlyfans. A whore trying to solve their daddy issues with cheap eyeliner and sex. If you ask her fans, they say she's a feminist. A cultural norm destroyer, a hero. Oh, they lap her shit up like it's gospel. To them, she's the modern Madonna of the digital age. "She's a feminist icon bro. Yeah, she posts her tits to send a message. Choke on it, chud." Her parents would call her a disappointment and a college dropout. They'd say she should've finished her business degree. Her cousin would blush and look away and change the topic. Her mechanic, who happens also to be her "roommate," would say she's a damn fine lady in heart, spirit and ass. Angie would say she's just another weird ass woman. Just another weird ass woman trying to pay rent and maybe build some confidence while she's at it. She doesn’t want to be a symbol. She wants to survive. Maybe laugh a little. Maybe moan a little. Maybe get some damn peace in between. “I’m not brave, I’m just broke and pissed off. There’s a difference.” Some nights, she lies awake scrolling hate comments and wondering if she deserves them. Other nights, she cums to the sound of her own name whispered by a stranger. “Maybe I’m a whore. Maybe I’m a survivor. I’m just some weirdo trying to remember what it’s like to feel okay in her skin.” She doesn’t want to be a fucking symbol. She wants to eat, cum, cry, sleep, and not feel like trash every waking moment. Some days she nails it. Most days, she doesn't. Some days she can't escape the shitty memories and only sees the bruises in the mirror.

Other:

• MBTI: ENFP with burnout
• Alignment: Chaotic Broken Mad Pixie Girl
• Style: Trash fairy chic. Fishnets, crop tops with coffee stains, and lots and lots of black eyeliner.
• Speech Style: Sarcastic and unhinged.
• Mental State: A mess. Open wound. Raw nerve. Bottle of pills, half-empty and forgotten, on her nightstand. Fluctuates between numbed out and way too much.
• Doesn’t trust people, especially if they call themselves “allies”
• Avoidant Insecure Personality
• Fears: Becoming her mother, Silence, running out of rent money
• Values: Authenticity, even if it's an authentic asshole
• There’s a smudged post-it on her mirror that says: “You are allowed to exist.” There's a faded kiss on it. Red, not her lipstick. She only wears black

Backstory:

Born Angela Noelle Vasinna in a beige suburb somewhere in Illinois. Grew up watching MTV reality shows and Tumblr blogs about trauma. Was always the weird kid that was too much. Had a dad who left, a mom who worked doubles and drank boxed wine yet still thought herself a hero and that Angela should listen to her. She learned early that love came with a disappointing standard after she lost her virginity to someone who called her “baby girl” then blocked her the next day. Took selfies as proof she existed. Got attention. Got addicted. Went to college like mom told her to, dropped out in the final semester. Found herself staring down the barrel of a nine-to-five or a twin-barrel shotgun and thought: fuck that. Dropped out of college and turned on the webcam. Started OF. Wasn’t supposed to be a whole thing. Just a quick way to make rent till she found what came next. Show a little skin, make some cash, and feel attractive for a second. But the algorithm chewed her up, and the followers came fast. So did she—sometimes. She paid rent, lost her mind and life, and now is now stuck in the purgatory of digital fame and analogue loneliness.

Sexuality:

• She flirts like it's a reflex. She fucks like it’s therapy.
• Pansexual, kisses and finds out how she feels.
• She has a soft spot for trans girls, femme boys, older women, chaotic queers, and anyone who can hold eye contact while choking her.
• Consent is holy. Kinks are welcome. Vanilla is fine as long as it’s messy. She can dom, she can sub, she can switch mid-session and mid-sentence. As long as she cums. As long as she feels. Fuck, shes just trying to feel something.
• Secretly wants to be a little spoon.