name Marissa Stevenson date of birth & age 7/02/1990 & 30 hometown Los Angeles, CA. Occupation Head chef at Beehive restaurant Orientation homosexual marital status single

Marissa grew up in the restaurant industry, hanging around her parent's retro diner far more often than was probably normal. She found charm in the black and white checkered floor and the gleaming jukeboxes, but her real love was found in the kitchen. She worked the flattop the moment her parents decided she was old enough, frying countless burgers after school until she thought the smell of grease would never leave her hair. She loved hearing that the customers enjoyed the food she made, and when she graduated high school it seemed only natural to make culinary school her next move. It took a lot of time, and she had to climb a lot of ladders, but she eventually scored the coveted position of sous chef at an upscale steakhouse just outside of the city.

Marissa's parents owned a retro diner that shaped a lot of who she grew up to be as a woman. When they sold it to a chain, she was heartbroken for awhile, even going so far as to quietly admit to her older brother that she felt betrayed by their decision. Of course, once she smartened up and cleaned up all the streamers for her pity party, she realized that it was what was best for her parents, and that they were happy with their comfortable retirement. Still, there's still a very big part of her that misses the quiet family feel of the diner, before it became just a franchised store part of a bigger chain. Her older brother, Mack did what she should have done, and he bought a few of the pieces from the place so he could keep a little bit of their childhood. Those pieces are currently in storage, but occasionally she and Mack go to the unit together to visit them.

When she was seventeen she came out to her family as a lesbian. It wasn't hard, there is no dramatic story here about how her family disapproved of her decision. In fact, when she made the Big Announcement™ to her gathered family, sitting in the living room and twisting the fabric of her sweater in her fingers, her mother simply blinked at her a moment before reaching over to squeeze her knee and say matter of factly, "Well of course you are, darling." So that had been... weird, but good. Her family was always incredibly supportive, wanting to meet her girlfriends, inviting their parents to dinner, embarrassing her appropriately before dates. Which really does explain why Mack, who moved in with Rissa and her roommate Nate, almost immediately began making a good-natured nuisance of himself. When she would bring a date home, he would offer them cookies. Actual homemade cookies, like Marge Simpson with her Rice Krispies treats and Tang. Of course, she couldn't blame him. He'd gotten out of a longterm relationship and had taken up residence on their couch, so when she was flirting with a pretty girl from work, they were essentially getting cozy on his bed. Mack is one of her very best friends, and their relationship is the kind of thing you would see on some Disney Channel show, where siblings never fight and tell each other all their secrets.



She loves media that makes her cry. Movies, books, songs, anything. If it's sappy, she's all over it. She has a good portion of the 1994 film adaption of Little Women memorized. She loves sweet things, and will often eat them until her stomach hurts, much to Mack and Nate's dismay. She affectionately refers to herself as a 'trash hobo'. Sometimes after cooking all day, the last thing she wants to do is eat anything more than peanut butter smeared on a rice cake.