Post by ELENA R. SOLANO on Jun 27, 2012 21:04:00 GMT -5
elena solano
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elena reya solano
known as
hellcat, el, 'lena,
age
twenty
hometown
valencia, california
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bi-sexual
major
music, minor in dance and drama
member group
junior
play by
naya rivera
[/td][/tr][/table]so tell us about yourself
my name is elena reya solano, and if you haven't guessed it from my name, i'm peurto rican...well, okay, only half. my birth mother was african american and german, but she left me with papá and ran off with a white man after she recovered from my birth. he married my mamá, my adoptive mother, when i turned four and i have called her my mother since then. i'm twenty, my birthday is may seventh and, as a note, i was nearly named maya because my mother thought the name was pretty, fortunately papá vetoed that, because the maya i met at my high school was a perra....er...bitch. I grew up speaking a mixture of spanish and english, and i learned latin through the school i went to as my papá thought it was a good language to have and he can be convincing, he's a politician. papá says i was singing as soon as i started talking, which is obviously why i'm majoring in music. i chose to minor in drama and dance because broadway was always a good fallback.
how would people describe you?
a bitch, probably. it's different for the different people i spend time with. my defence mechanism is to snap and push people away if they get too close. i swear, i am a nice person underneath and my close friends can vouch for me..but it's hard to get past a shell i've built around me. when i talk to people, i generally like to keep my head up high and sometimes it is taken as cocky, i don't really notice it. on that note, i can be cocky and that i do notice - i'm a good singer and i am unwilling to let others put me down, and frankly i'll cut a bitch if they try and belittle me. ooh, there's the bitch. hmm...i could be described as vulnerable to people close to me. i don't cry much, especially in front of other people, but with the people closest to me my emotions are at the surface and i can get really weepy, really fast. i can be a bit naive, actually, with people close to me. i'm really strong and tough to strangers and sort-of friends, but when it comes to people close to me i believe they can do no wrong. i'm stubborn...really stubborn....even if halfway through an argument i realise i am wrong, i refuse to yield and i will stick by what i said i would, even if it starts to get a little weird.
what is your deepest, darkest secret?
it isn't much of a secret, moreso a dark piece of past that only my family and the police know about. when i was seven i was molested by my uncle, my birth mothers brother. i started to get bruises and i'd have to hide them under long sleeves as he'd hit me when he wasn't pleased or i wouldn't touch him. i didn't know what to say - who to ask for help. i was only seven! that cabrón...it went on for seven months. he kidnapped me from my home because people were getting suspicious and papá realised something was seriously wrong. things went badly after that, i was beaten and molested and very close to being raped before the police found me and arrested that cabrón...it was a dark period of time. i started to see a therapist and i rarely slept in the months before i turned eight, not reassured that he wouldn't come back and get me as i slept. i met one of my closest friends, allie, in a group meeting for young girls my age and we're still very close. it's something that affects me most days and i haven't truly recovered. i still have to see a therapist every two weeks per my papás agreement to allow me to go to mcoa.
why music?
music saved me. i am happy when i am singing on stage and i always have been. after the dark period in my life, it was a way to escape the nightmares and when papá saw that, he enrolled me in as many music classes as he could find..it really worked. i play the violin, flute, guitar and piano, but nothing can really beat standing on a stage, front and center, under the spotlight holding only a microphone. it's unbeatable. i sand in a church choir as a young child and i was always pushing the other children and even the adults out of the way as i projected my voice and belted out the hymns. i got kicked out once because i kept taking over and stealing solos, but they let me back in because, really, how can you keep music away from a traumatized ten year old? plus, i am really good at those puppy-dog eyes that people talk about. it's how i got a new car the first year i moved out to mcoa despite the fact that in manhattan you walk quite a bit. i am daddy's princess, though, so it wasn't very hard. oh, and in case you couldn't tell, i'm an only child. back to the point, music is an escape and if i'm not singing or listening to music i'm thinking about it.
what are some interesting quirks about you?
oohkay, let's think of a few. i like the taste of lasenza lip gloss. seriously, it tastes better than any other brand..and i'm saying that because i totally just lick my own lips. i'm more lesbian than bisexual, actually, but i like to keep that door open just in case. i was scouted to go to mcoa and was offered some money towards tuition, but i refused as my father makes plenty of money. my dad likes to call me his 'reya of sunshine' because he finds it adorable even though it's corny. i'm allergic to artichokes. contrary to a popular belief that i do not understand, i do read - quite a bit, actually. i cry more when movies kill off animals than when they kill off people. if i'm angry or emotional i tend to revert to spanish. my childhood stuffed toy was a stuffed shark names barbie that i would make eat my actual barbies who tended to be named gwen. i grew up as a spoiled girl after the dark period, daddy's princess. my cat is named horatio but because he's a hairless cat and looks a little bug-eyed my parents call him rat and i'm the only one that tries to defend him. poor kitty. i used to have a goldfish that i named brickhead, but horatio ate him about two weeks after we got him but i wasn't that upset because a week later i found out all the other goldfish that he was with contracted some sort of fishy sickness and my papá told me that at least horatio put him out of his misery...i don't know if he was lying, though. i was eleven. i want to get a hairless cat for here but it's hard to find a good breeder and a place that allows cats...even though it has no hair. my ipod is named picasso.
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