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Catriona Fiona Oliver

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c fiona oliver

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january 27, 1988

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heiress/defense contractor

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noble

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inverness, scotland

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karen gillan

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<b><u>Scot·land</u></b> <i><b>noun</b></i> a division of the United Kingdom in the N part of Great Britain<p>
    Ah, what a lovely country. Where the national animal is, in fact, a unicorn. For the record, that's because King Robert III put it on Scotland's seal in the 1300s as a symble of purity and strength. You're welcome for the history lesson. Scotts have always been a magical people, not caring much what the rest of the world thinks. And it shows. The men have worn skirts for thousands of years, for God's sake. Some of them have the legs for it, most don't. But the ones who have the ass for the kilts... ah, those are the real gems. *clears throat* Anyway, it's where I was born. Inverness, Scotland. It's where I grew up, and someday, maybe I'll go back to it.
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<b><u>fam·i·ly</u></b> <i><b>noun</b></i> all those persons considered as descendants of a common progenitor<p>
    My family is a bit muddled. My parents had me at a relatively young age. My mam stayed home with me while my dad continued working. Which worked out well, since da was from a long line of defence contractors. He made enough money to support the three of us just fine. Mam liked being a stay-at-home-mam. I was the oldest of three. Grew up a bit quicker because of it. Most say I'm spoiled because of it, but I don't think so. Of course, I could be biased about that opinion. I had a twin brother, and a baby sister.<p>

    Anyway, Mam and da met when they were in high school. High school sweethearts, something I always wished I had had. Never quite did, though. Well, my mam didn't have any family when I was growing up. She was an only child, and her parents had died in a car accident when she was eighteen. Da had three brothers, two older and one younger. I ended up with five cousins between the three, but we didn't see each other that often.
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<b><u>de·fense con·tract·or</u></b> <i><b>noun</b></i> any person who enters into a contract with a federal government for the production of material or for the performance of services for national defense<p>
    Da's grandfather is the one who originally got the contract with the Scottish government for defensive weapons. Then Da's father got the contract for offensive weapons, for the military. Da is the one who also got a contract with the US government for military grade weapons. So in the past three generations we've expanded quite a bit.<p>

    Da wants my brother to take over the company, to keep it in the family. I hate it, because that's a sexist way of looking at it. I think I'd be quite an asset to the company if I took it over, considering how much I've already contributed to our research and inventions. I got Da's brain in that department.
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<b><u>[to] cheat</u></b> <i><b>verb</b></i> to be sexually unfaithful<p>
    I was nineteen when I met him. Quacey McKinney was an undergrad in med school. We hit it off instantly.<p>

    Quacey and I did everything together. He even joined my best friend, Iona, and I in our usual hanging out. The three of us became best friends. I even thought Quacey and I would be together forever. We made our relationship work around both our busy lives. For three years we were perfectly happy. He asked me to marry him, and I said yes.<p>

    Then I walked in on him fucking my best friend, in our bed. I had gotten off early and decided to skip a staff meeting in hopes that Quacey and I could spend the evening together. Obviously those plans were thrown out the window at that point.
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<b><u>vul·ner·a·ble</u></b> <i><b>noun</b></i> capable of or susceptible to being wounded or hurt<p>
    I had never felt so vulnerable than in the moment I opened the bedroom door to find the two of them going at it like rabbits.<p>

    I left. I went back home to my parents. I didn't tell them what was wrong, though. How could I? I was embarrassed. I was humiliated. My best friend and my fiance... one had stabbed me in the back while the other ripped the heart from my chest and broke it into a million pieces. No, I didn't tell my parents why I was upset. And they didn't ask. I think they figured it out, though, since I wouldn't take any calls from Iona or Quacey. That was when I decided that leaving him wasn't enough.
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<b><u>ad·ven·ture</u></b> <i><b>noun</b></i> an exciting or very unusual experience; a bold, usually risky undertaking; hazardous action of uncertain outcome<p>
    My father made a few calls and managed to get me a job at one of our US branches. It was a risky plan, since I had never been there, nor did I know anyone there. But it was what I felt was best.<p>

    I admit I was scared, and if you tell anyone that I'll deny it while cutting your balls off. But I did it. I made it to America, and ended up in Miami, Florida. It's warm there, warmer than home at least. I like it a lot. The people are nice. No one knows about my past.
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<b><u>per·son·al·i·ty</u></b> <i><b>noun</b></i> a person as an embodiment of a collection of qualities; the sum total of the physical, mental, emotional, and social characteristics of an individual; the essential character of a person.<p>
    I've been told that I have the Scottish signature hot temper. I don't deny it, when I get really angry you'll know it. I'm definitely not the quiet type, unless we're talking about myself. I don't talk about myself. Especially not my history. I used to be a big flirt, though I don't think like that much any more. It's been a few years but I'm still building myself up after a broken heart.<p>
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<b><u>ap·pear·ance</u></b> <i><b>noun</b></i> the state, condition, manner, or style in which a person or object appears; outward look or aspect; outward show or seeming; semblance; appearances, outward impressions, indications, or circumstances<p>
    I don't really care much about my looks. I might dress up on occasion, when it's called for. Otherwise I just pull on whatever smells clean and go. My hair is definitely red, and usually pretty wavy just down my back. My eyes are hazel, sometimes looking green.<p>

    I've gotten a couple of tattoos since coming to America. Both are on my inner wrists, in black lettering. The left says "neart", Gaelic for strength. The right says "misneach", Gaelic for courage. I also wear a thin, gold chain around my neck with two pendants. The first is a metal of St. Andrew, patron of my country. The second is the Celtic trinity knot, for my heritage.<p>

    I'm a bit tall for a girl, standing at five foot nine inches tall. I've been called intimidating because of that. My weight, though, is average for my height. I like to stay healthy, so I do eat right. I don't exercise as I probably should, but I think my generation as a whole is just pretty lazy.
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