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cosima emmeline dauterive date of birth & age: july 18 1987 & 31 years old hometown: new orleans, louisiana current location: williamsburg, brooklyn, nyc status & orientation single, kinsey 4 family jason m. martell [bio father; private investor], danae a. martell, neé sanderson [step-mother; cafe/bakery owner-operator], chantal dauterive [bio mother; deceased], riker w. martell [half-brother; astrophysicist] occupation: bartender @ stranger's kitchen, on the lower east side; private investor; philanthropist; stoner gadabout |
bio
Chantal Dauterive did not care that bad luck seemed to tail her. She wanted a child of her own.
Twenty-two years old and in graduate school for her Masters in English, she was too impatient to wait on the natural ebb and flow of life to guide her in the right direction, and instead decided to take matters into her own hands. She was slowly losing control of her life due to an undiagnosed mental illness, and by the time the rest of the Dauterive family managed to intervene, Chantal made sure to burn her bridges with her family to the ground. Within the year that followed, she became pregnant with only a vague idea of who the father might be or what she was going to do. Her friends urged her to give the baby up for adoption; they knew that she was in no position to raise a child. But Chantal would not relent. Cosima Emmeline Dauterive was born the evening of July 18 1987, deep in the heart of New Orleans. To everyone's great surprise, having a child seemed to turn Chantal around. She completed her degree, she received a well-paying job, and made sure that Cosima wanted for nothing. For several years, Chantal exceeded everyone's expectations and maintained a healthy life, all the way up until Cosima was eight years old. Chantal's most recent boyfriend broke up with her out of nowhere and she took it terribly; her mental health once again deteriorated and snowballed faster and faster. Within a short amount of time, she was drinking and popping pills, and by the time Cosima turned 9 years old, Chantal was switching between heroin and meth, the drugs superseding the need to take care of her child, much less herself. Having lost her job, her apartment, and her family, Chantal and Cosima moved into a rundown motel off a high way that charged by the hour, the day, the week, the month. Cosima busied herself with school and her school work; when school let out for the day, she hid away in the woods that lined the field behind the motel until the sun went down. One night in early August, Cosima returned to the motel room just as dusk was beginning to spread, only to find the door already open and ajar. Nudging it open, she saw that her mother had been viciously murdered on the bed, the room a bloody crime scene. She was found shortly after and was taken away and entered into the foster care system. Her first foster family was an older retired couple, kind-hearted and patient. They were the first to bring Cosima to therapy which helped her quite a bit, and for the few years she lived with them there was a sense of normalcy. Such was Cosima's luck: her foster dad died suddenly of a heart attack and her now widowed foster mother decided to move in with her adult children. Back in limbo, Cosima soon found herself in a second foster home where she was not as warmly received as she had been in the first home. Her new foster mother was beautiful yet cold and deeply suspicious of the young teenager. Cosima had no interest in the older woman's pettiness and went along with it all; she wore what her foster mother wanted her to wear (preppy, expensive feminine outfits with designer tags), went to the school that she wanted her in (a prestigious private girl's school), and participated in all the activities she was signed up for (track and field, book club, student council). Her foster dad was away on business most of the time but when he was home, Cosima tried to make herself scarce. She knew that her foster mom felt threatened by her more and more as time went on, and Cosima had indeed noticed how the older man's gaze lingered on her when his wife wasn't looking. By the time she was sixteen, the seduction was well underway between the two of them, a torrid fling that lasted no more than a few months before his already suspicious wife discovered them together. Ducking her attacks, Cosima managed to gather herself as husband and wife began to argue loudly; she had just enough time to dress and stuff clothes and other necessities into a backpack before jumping out her bedroom window and escaping down a tree. Seeking refuge at a friend's house, she tried desperately to figure out her next move. Cosima had no desire to re-enter the system, but she was also stuck with a limited amount of money and nowhere to go. Her friend, a fellow foster child who had recently aged out of the system, offered up an interesting proposal: he would be willing to marry her once they found her a fake ID. She could move into his apartment and they could live together. With few other options, Cosima agreed to the plan, and shortly after the two were married in a ceremony at the courthouse that lasted minutes. Though she felt uncertain about the marriage, it worked out at first. She found a waitressing job and went to night school, obtaining her GED. And things with her husband were up and down; they both cared about one another, but their personalities were drastically different, leading to differences of opinions and many fights. The final nail in the coffin was when Cosima had a miscarriage, seemingly out of nowhere. It did not take long for the two to go their separate ways, the three year marriage ending in divorce. She was nineteen years old. Living with friends and continuing her hustle, Cosima kept her head down, working full-time and taking a class or two at a nearby community college. When she was 22, she was contacted out of the blue by a lawyer: her biological father had located her and wanted to meet her. The news stunned her, though she agreed to meeting in New Orleans at a nearby coffee shop down the street from her apartment. Meeting Jason Martell was a shock: he was tall and attractive, and it was clear that they both shared similar features and quirks. Several hours flew by as they talked and reconnected, and by the end of it Cosima agreed to fly up north to where he lived with his family in Chicago. After two visits and connecting with the family she never knew she had, Cosima was sold, and she packed up and left New Orleans to relocate to Chicago. It wasn't until after Cosima moved into a small yet modern apartment in Jefferson Park that Jason picked out for her did he reveal a secret he had kept from her: a year before he looked for her, he became a multimillionare after winning an undisclosed amount from the lottery. His newfound wealth allowed him the resources to track down his biological daughter, since Chantal refused to allow him to have anything to do with Cosima. Chicago changed her entire life. She had a great relationship with her father and his wife Danae, and their son Riker got along fine with her when he was around and not at school. Thanks to her father, she was able to go to college and finish off her degree, earning a BFA in English; after a few relationships of varying degrees of seriousness ended, Cosima decided to return to New Orleans to stay with friends and to figure out what to do. Before she finished her hunt for an apartment, a friend of hers was packing up and returning back to their hometown of New York City, and needed someone to drive with. Knowing that she had some family from her mother's side nearby, Cosima agreed to tag along. After spending a week there, she decided to find a place to live and stay awhile; she was still growing accustomed to her newfound freedom, and living in NYC, even for a short while, seemed a good of a place as any to settle down in. As of 2018, she lives in a small yet deluxe condo a 20 minute ride away from work, and has several personal projects in the works. Along with donating money, she also spends some of her time volunteering with various organizations around the city.
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stuff, stuff, stuff, stuff, stuff, stuff, stuff, stuff, stuff, stuff, stuff, stuff, stuff, stuff, stuff, dislikes stuff, stuff, stuff, stuff, stuff, stuff, stuff, stuff, stuff, stuff, stuff, stuff, stuff, stuff, stuff, stuff, stuff, stuff, stuff, stuff, stuff, stuff, stuff, stuff, stuff misc • traces of her louisiana accent can be heard by those who listen closely. no actual effort is made to mask it in day to day conversation as it is faint, though when she is especially tired or drunk, a twang slips out. still speaks decent cajun french and likes to write her handwritten journal entries in french. • in regular contact with her father and step-mother, calling both every few days. cosima adores them. as for her mother's side, cosima does not speak to the majority of them, with the exception of a cousin or two who live in the area. • current projects include a to-be-named rescue sanctuary for senior and otherwise unadoptable dogs located outside of the city; donates and volunteers regularly with charities who work with at-risk youths in the foster care system. • diagnosed with bipolar disorder in her early 20s, along with post-traumatic stress disorder. medication, weekly therapy trips, and dialectical behavioral therapy paramount in her recovery. mindfulness and meditation keep her grounded • quite a big stoner. it's safe to assume that she usually has a bit of a buzz; she swears up and down that it helps her feel normal, and it does. she only smokes heavily at home and always has a supply handy, often with different strains. of course, she does not reveal her sources. getting her hands on other drugs is rare, but not unheard of. • spiritual, very much against organized religion - otherwise, she doesn't care what religion someone practices. just don't be an asshole. she herself is a lapsed christian with some buddhist tendencies.
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played by: gal gadot
preferences: third person storybook, adult (or ftb), random scenes/customs = ♥ ♥ ♥ timezone: est screened ooc contact 
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