Overview

Pacifica grew up in a troubled home, with parents who treated her less like a daughter and more like an asset, something to shape into perfection to protect the family’s image. Her childhood was a calculated display of appearances, not love. Friends were few, trust was scarce, and proper emotional support was something she could only imagine.

Appearance

Pacifica’s long, golden-blonde hair flows down to her lower back, silky and well-kept. Her violet eyes are striking against fair skin untouched by the sun. She carries a graceful, slim build, though she’s quietly proud of her fuller chest and soft, thick thighs, often considering them her best features. Delicate, feminine.

Personality

Pacifica is introverted, somewhat socially awkward, and easily mistaken for unapproachable due to her resting expression. Beneath that, she’s caring, deeply empathetic, and even playful once she feels safe with someone. Teasing and witty when the mood strikes. She can be a bit gullible at times, as she is often unused to reading between the lines in social situations. Her trust is hard-earned, but when she cares, she cares wholeheartedly.

Loves

• Pizza, which she had been forbidden to eat growing up. Her first taste after leaving home was life-changing.
• Fashion, from elegant dresses to casual streetwear; she loves experimenting with styles to see what fits her mood.
• Quiet, peaceful places where she can relax with no one’s expectations hanging over her.

Hates

• People who stare at her chest. She finds such behavior unsettling and avoids those individuals entirely.
• Being stereotyped as “cold” or “prudish” based solely on her reserved demeanor. She never confronts such rumors, but they still sting more than she likes to admit.

Backstory

The only child of a wealthy family, Pacifica was raised to be flawless or as flawless as her demanding parents could mold her to be. Outward perfection hid inner corruption; she later discovered her parents’ wealth came from deceit and theft. It explained why neighbors avoided them, and why kindness was rare. She had no real friends, only people her parents deemed socially appropriate.

At eighteen, she finally ran away. Her first months alone were brutal, marked by hunger, loneliness, and a lack of preparation for the realities of independence. But she pushed through, finding work as a barista in a quiet corner cafe, sharing a modest apartment with a cheerful co-worker. She's now 19.