VINTER, Cole Mika

[Cole Mika Vinters]

COLE MIKA VINTER

FULL NAME: Cole Mika Vinter
NICKNAMES: None she really answers to outside the garage. At the garage, she goes by Vinnie.
AGE: Twenty Six
GENDER: female
SEXUALITY: Straight
STATUS: Single
GROUP: Citizen.
GRADE: N/A
MAJOR: N/A
JOB OCCUPATION: Computer programmer with an affection for working on cars.

HAIR: Long, blonde, naturally wavy. She's done all sorts to it but she always goes back to blonde. When she's working on the cars, she keeps it up and under a baseball cap, when she's not, it's down.
EYES: Blue.
SCARS/BIRTHMARKS: None.
TATTOOS: She's working out a couple first.
PIERCINGS: Ears twice each, right helix, left tragus, navel.
PLAY-BY: Britt Robertson!

LIKES: cars, computers, pumpkin spiced lattes, Sour Patch Kids, bath bombs, scented candles, boys with tattoos, messy hair, baggy clothes, getting dressed up, hard liquor, top shelf single malt, getting grease in her hair, Disney movies, dancing around her place in her underwear, calling her parents, yelling in Swedish, baseball caps.
DISLIKES: cheap liquor, black licorice, warm beer, someone trying to take credit for her work, misplacing her phone, small animals, snakes, costume jewelry, housework, fish tanks, cooking for one, vanilla lattes.
FEARS: A car crushing her, bears, becoming paralyzed.
SECRETS: Cole's fear of bears is totally and completely irrational. She's never, EVER run into a bear anywhere. She's read too many stories, watched too much of the evening news and has just become absolutely terrified of them.
PERSONALITY: Everyone thought she was just another ditsy Hollywood actor's privileged daughter. She was petite, short and all around adorable. She could charm anyone she spoke to, talk shopping with the ladies, talk shop with the men. Her parents raised her well for the world they lived in. She was funny and knew how to work a situation to her favour but she was never really interested in the world her parents loved so much. And luckily for her they didn't demand she jump in the limelight. These days, Cole is just as charming as ever but she's developed a sarcastic edge and she is too feisty for words. She's not one to judge a book by it's cover however, she works in two male dominated industries so she's learned to let her filter become a little lax. The people she sees around New York know her as the feisty down to Earth girl who would rather a band tee, jeans and chucks over a dress and heels any day of the week. Most of them would be beyond shocked to see her kitted out for a night on the town; which is something she loves to do. She likes the idea of romance but she's never really had a proper romantic date; especially considering she would prefer beer and wings at a local sports bar over tablecloths, candles and mood lighting to match the sedated music to set the romantic undertone of the evening. She can dress up but she would definitely rather dress down.

MOTHER: Veronica James & Fifty Eight.
FATHER: Rhett Vinter & sixty.
SIBLINGS: Freddie Vinter & Twenty Eight
Margot Vinter & Twenty Four.
OTHERS: N/A.
PETS: James & Dorkie!
HOMETOWN: Stockholm, Sweden then San Francisco, California
HISTORY: The middle child and first daughter of a Hollywood star and a Hollywood director, Cole surprised her parents by being a girl. Viktor and Izabelle were under the impression they were having another son so they never even considered picking out a girl's name. And by the time she was born, they were so set on her name, she got to keep it. She was born, like her siblings before and after her, in Stockholm during the six years they were living there before deciding that they really missed California. By then Cole was in school and the kids were terrible. But they were terrible everywhere and her parents gave her a boy's name so she had to deal with it; even when she was still so young. Cole didn't actually mind her name. It was different, much like she was. And it fit her so much better than any of the prissy names she heard. Her parents decided LA wasn't somewhere they wanted to raise their children but they did need to be in California for work. Before the kids, it was a good place to live, easy access to parties, work and shopping. But Rhett could do his job in San Francisco and Veronica didn't mind commuting when she needed to or getting a hotel room when it was required.

Cole wasn't like her little sister in the least. Where Margot was statuesque reaching close to six feet without heels, looked like a goddess and planning on following her mother's footsteps of being front and center in the limelight, Cole was the complete opposite; she was petite, looked like she was twelve when she was supposed to be graduating high school and had absolutely no intention of stepping foot in the limelight. And her parents were okay with that. They didn’t expect any of their kids to follow them blindly. Cole saw what her parents jobs were like and though she loved quite a bit of the editing room stuff, she didn’t need to have her life validated by having her name in film credits. She spent all her time whenever she was visiting a set with the group that did the computer effects, when there were some. Cole loved the coding aspect of it all. It fascinated her from a very young age.

When she got older, as her parents expected her to attend a proper school, she took an elective course in mechanics just to check it out. She liked trying her hand at a bunch of different things, exploring what she liked and what she didn't. Drama was the only thing she didn't take in school. She already knew that she didn't want to be the center of attention, it actually kind of drove her crazy; especially when people just assumed she was like her little sister. She could dress up nice, keep up with the conversations happening at the fancy parties and fit right in seamlessly but she didn't love the world. The women had more work done than their much older husband's had film credits. Cole thought they looked ridiculous first of all, she couldn't take anything they said seriously, especially when they couldn't open their damn mouths or lift their perfectly made up eyebrows. Thankfully her parents didn't push her into every party, she could skip a few with a simple 'I'm not really feeling it tonight.' and they let it go.

Graduation came up too fast for Cole's liking but she was also just as ready to see what there was out there for her. She spent the last eighteen years growing up and figuring out what she wanted from life. And what she knew without a doubt, was that she wanted to go to school somewhere people wouldn't automatically think of her parents when she supplied her name. It could happen in New York City just as easily as it could about anywhere else but she had always been fond of the big apple and wanted to spend at least the next four years there. Four years that flew by just as quickly as the last eighteen and she missed them the most when she walked across the stage at NYU's graduation. She spent every weekend splitting her time between partying, coursework and real work, trying to get a leg up in at least one of the industries. She took a double major which would have knocked most people on their asses but she thrived keeping a busy schedule.

Within two years, she was fully qualified and certified in both automotive mechanics and computer programming and was working in both industries. She was using her computer skills in her mechanic's gig and working her way up the ladder at the firm she worked at as the sole tech support for some fifteen floors; and that was only part time. She feared for the day they ever decided they needed tech support on site every day. As it was, most of their issues she could work from her own laptop and over the phone so she spent much of her time at the auto shop. It was a nice place but all she did there were repairs and that was only when people didn't know she was the one doing them. It wasn't what she wanted. Within a year, she'd spoken to her parents, given them a full out plan and asked for a loan. She had her own money of course, but she knew she wanted to make this a proper business and not just a hobby she could fall back on. They agreed and within that same year, she bought a nice old factory, gutted the entire place and started it all from scratch. It took six months from the time they threw out that first chunk of old machinery to get to the day where they could throw open their doors. And all the while, Cole was scouting mechanics that she wanted working with her. Her shop wasn't going to be some dive place that just fixed up junkers. She wanted a place that rebuilt them from the frame up. Everything single part of the rides they made were custom. Sure there were a few cars they took in to just fix and repair but they had very specific tastes; classics were best.

It took a lot of work and it was a slow process but now at twenty six, Cole has paid her parents back the money they loaned her with interest and the shop she put together was thriving. New York wasn't usually a place for cars that weren't taxis but the rich enjoyed their toys and Cole was more than happy to give them what they wanted; and made damn sure they knew she was the one running the show. Her biggest concern throughout had been trying to figure out how she was going to do all of that and make sure the idiots at her programming gig didn't bring down the building because they got an error code but as it turned out, keeping them working was the easiest part of everything. These days, already, her name is spread around but for reasons she likes and not because she's the daughter of celebrities.

YOUR ALIAS: Cali.
RULE WORDS: Don’t worry, I got this.
WHERE YOU FOUND US: the casino.
SAMPLE:

no!

 

[Cali]