I Have Goosebumps!

I have goosebumps!

Friendly reminder that all 4 of the Véghvárys are viciously sharp witted; each in their own distinct style due to their experiences

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Some people are born different, with a spark in their eyes reflecting their mind. Surfaces of her brilliance made themselves known early, by the age of 3 Cindy learned how to read fluently, all by herself only asking about letters a few times. Her mind seemed not only incredibly sharp but endless as well, able to perfectly recite books word to word after a few reads. As she was growing up, she became every teachers' nightmare, an effortless know it all which guaranteed harassment from classmates. The gentle soul was shocked by this treatment...was everyone like her father? But she hasn't done everything wrong, has she?

Despite her achievements, Cindy never thought of herself as a genius, as a prodigy even when her success wasn't limited ‘only’ to academic matters. Movements absorbed and mirrored like words, her acrobatic talent adding to a seemingly never ending pile. Then the discovery of her extremely unique voice and the absolute magic she was capable of with it. She picked up the hang of the piano with ease.

There were only a few who recognized and appreciated her undeniable genius besides her mother; few encouraged to pursue whatever she wanted and she wanted all. Growing tired of the bullying and berating, she read all coursebooks during summer, solved everything in the workbooks just to piss off both teachers and students with her boredom for 9 months. She didn't bother raising her hand to answer a question, grown tired of endlessly waiting to be picked. Joined the choir only to be kicked out due to her gritty vocal stunts. Slowly, she was starting to come out of her shell when someone was struggling with something, kindness within her was as endless as intellect. She was still that weird kid no one could quite label because she was simply too much, but the goodness radiating from her like a sun along with a few hard kicks and broken noses she sort of belonged to society as an outsider.

Cindy graduated from highschool at 16 with straight A grades, spending most of her time homeschooled and completely self taught after the first year, the headmistress absolutely having enough of her. She couldn't help but snark how much it could hurt to give her congratulations for her achievements when receiving her certificate. Her matura exams soon followed...of all 12 subjects instead of the mandatory 5 as a further salt in the wound. Plus a C2 language certificate from English. She was growing bored of the exams so she decided to not go for one from Spanish despite she was quite confident that at least a B1 would be maximum score.

Her life wasn't all sunshine and success. Her father always fond of alcohol didn't fancy his daughter so caught up in academic matters when pieces of papers didn't teach life. While his train of thought was somewhat correct, the execution was horrible. During the first karate lessons Cindy didn't even want to hit her sparring partner, not quite understanding why was violence necessary and why should she do it despite she wasn't hit first. It was the first time she witnessed him beating her mother and not the last. Once she tried to step in was when she was swiped at with a broken bottle, the sharp glass almost taking her left eye out, leaving a permanent scar. Always the same sweet supportive mom, Viola did everything she could to nurture an extremely gifted child in such hostile environment of frequent domestic violence. Her somewhat closed off personality, guards probably developed because of this, there was no need for a psychologist to assess this.

Cindy often escaped to the rooftop when she heard the familiar yells flare up, gazing at the stars with helplessness, hope and amazement. She didn't belong to this world; the thought often crossed her mind. During a few nights when the sky was clear she not only saw stars but...something else too. And she was determined to find out what: her new passion found.

One night the screams were cut short by a horrified shriek followed by silence. Racing down she could catch a glimpse of Géza hastily pulling a rug on top of the stairs; below was her mom's broken body staring with empty eyes. She slipped and fell. He said. The bruises on her arms were because he tried to catch her. He said. The rest of the injuries were a result of the fall. The reports said. But the star eyed teenager couldn't be fooled; she knew she was living together with a killer.

The grieving, bestial rage Cindy never knew before halted her seemingly unstoppable soar forwards for two years, deciding to sharpen her gymnastics, martial arts skills along with training her voice. Her undying interest in space was the only reminder of who she was. One night Géza invited his friends over, endless drinking and profanities followed, it was near dawn when the front door was slammed shut after the last one. Her father ascended the stairs with heavy sway in his steps, his shoes splattering the spilled beer on top of it. He didn't even need to yell for his daughter to clean up the mess, she was already there with cold, calculated fury in her eyes.

The autopsy revealed the cause of death was most likely the broken windpipe. What wasn't concluded that the injury was obtained before the fall.

Cindy knew her mom would've wished her to move on instead of replaying the simple yet brutal taekwondo kick with two years of rage behind it. She had all qualifications, results to choose and apply wherever she wanted. As always, she aimed for the stars and reached them, accepted with scholarship to one of America's best universities; she wouldn't even have accepted less. She sold everything and moved to America altogether, Hungary no longer having anything left for her to stay.

At first, music major was a given until the first not so polite remark that something must be wrong with her voice as it was ‘too scratchy’. By now she was almost fully aware of her vocal talent and its uniqueness; the first impression flooding her with bitter disappointment. Was this why she spent years only accompanied by books? Frustration turned rebellion, Cindy decided to rediscover social life, finding out that now she was...quite popular. Flirty, witty and hungry for affection, appreciation, she threw herself into the storm, eager to experience what she has missed out. She was well aware she swings both ways, quick dates, dances and kisses painted her as a player. Social media platforms created in a flash and flooding with interested people because she had a lot to share.

True intimacy was something Cindy always struggled with, not the right person, too fast, lack of meaning. Her current boyfriend, Mr Tall, Blonde and supposedly Perfect didn't like her slow approach, he tolerated it simply because she was hot. Worth the wait. Until a house party got out of hand and he drank too much, enough to not care about the no's anymore. He was hospitalized after the incident which caused Cindy to seal her vulnerability further away.

Yet she was frustrated. Why be ogled at for free when she possibly could make money of it? So she signed up to OnlyFans with the name Starfire, one of her recognizable habits was adding slight sparkly filters or make galaxy themed edits to make her photos look even more alluring. All those Instagram, Snapchat and TikTok followers proved to be interested in knowing her even more intimately. No strings attached, boundaries firmly established, her in control of what to post and when; she found herself enjoying the attention, praise and the high it gave her more than she originally thought.

Arguments with one specific professor became more and more heated, she absolutely refused to change anything in her technique, well aware she would cause damage that way. During this rocky time her ex boyfriend Alden found her OnlyFans by accident; not spending a moment hesitating to blast the fact that she's a ‘whore’ yet beat him near death when he ‘asked for’ sex.

Prepared for the harassment, and backlash, instead of denial Cindy only smirked, yeah now she was the local pornstar. However, the surprisingly sex worker positive mindset lessened the emotional blow and the grand exposure resulted in an increased income in the long term. Not to mention according to law, sharing her media is punishable by legal action as it counts as share of nonconsensual pornography along with violating the site's Terms of Service. She parted ways with music major in a true rocker fashion, with a fuck you & a lawsuit that the prestigious university really, really wants to keep quiet about. Cindy didn't need to be taught how to perform, music history was something she easily could research herself.

To everyone's surprise, she jumped to major in astrophysics at the age of 21, occasionally visiting classes she finds interesting from vastly different subjects. Behind the drastic change lied two reasons: her mom's eyes full of amazement and pride calling her galaxy brain & her rekindled passion for the stars she sought refugee in as a child.

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