Carolina Aguirre was born to Rodrigo and Natalia Aguirre, a young couple, very much in love, who called Brooklyn home. Rodrigo worked for an insurance company to help provide a steady income for his family, and Natalia worked as a schoolteacher in their Sunset Park neighborhood. Rodrigo's mother lived with the family for the first few years, and then each summer, to help raise Caro while the young couple worked. There was no shortage of love in the Aguirre household, and none of that changed as their family grew and were later joined by one more kid. Shortly after the birth of their second child, the family was given an opportunity to move to Boston, MA, and feeling the economic crunch that came with living in New York City, they seized the opportunity. As the oldest, Caro demanded the center of attention, ensuring that she wasn't overshadowed by either of her siblings or forgotten about by her parents. Though she didn't particularly enjoy school, if it meant that doing well and bringing home top grades won her praise and attention, she made it happen.

Attention-seeking also meant goofing off in class. Caro was quick to learn that while good grades could earn praise from her parents and teachers, her peers didn't care if she brought home a report card full of As. And so she became the class clown, making her friends laugh, sometimes at the expense of the classroom. Letters home from teachers and phone calls from the principal weren't an uncommon occurrence, and while it wasn't exactly a point of pride for the Aguirres, they took solace in the fact that Caro's shenanigans were almost always seemingly harmless. She continued to do well in school without much effort and seemed to be shaping up into a good kid...until puberty hit. Hormones got the best of her and her behavior began to change, as did the way she saw the world around her. None of it was helped by the fact that her parents' loving marriage had seemed to crumble in recent years, and in the middle of seventh grade, Rodrigo and Natalia announced that they would be separating. It was decided that the kids would remain in Boston with their father for the remainder of the school year, and that by summer, they would join their mother in Los Angeles, where she had decided to move to be near family of her own.

By the time eighth grade rolled around, the loud, older child had toned herself down in favor of flying under the radar rather than draw any extra attention to herself. She was the new kid in a see of teenagers who had known each other for years, and she clung to her younger sibling for security. Without her usual shenanigans, she found that she genuinely enjoyed learning and struggled to find a balance between schoolwork, of which she had a lot, and a social life, of which she lacked. The latter didn't bother her as much, though her mother saw it differently, especially upon hearing that Caro was thought to be one of the weird kids in the delicate middle school ecosystem. Taking matters into her own hands, she insisted that she pick up a sport, hoping that she would be able to strike a happy balance between popular kid and loner.

Soccer was the obvious choice. She had played pick up games with the other neighborhood kids back in Sunset Park, and thanks to her father's Brazilian heritage, the game was practically in her blood. Natalia's strategy seemed to work and it wasn't long before Caro's competitive natured kicked in. Soon, she made friends with her teammates,a nd it wasn't long before she began to get into the usual teenage mischief (including hiding out in a tree to avoid getting arrested after a party was busted, but that was just a one-time thing).

Sitting comfortably near the top of her class with along string of extracurriculars meant that college application season should have been easy peasy for Caro. She had her pick of schools, and like so many of her peers around the country, NYU was at the top of her list. Though she loved her mother and had grown to like Los Angeles, she wanted to return home. Unfortunately, NYU just wasn't in the cards. It was competitive and it cost far, far too much. Multiple sessions with her guidance counselor and a few with her soccer coach eventually put her on the radar of some recruiters from local schools, and Caro was floored to hear that a full scholarship to play soccer wasn't out of the question. A small handful of Pac-12 schools had tried to court her, but in the end, it was UCLA that had won out with a generous scholarship package and the familiarity of having one of her high school teammates along for the ride.

Making the move across town to Westwood was more exciting than she thought it would be. Caro's freshman class was like most others: bright-eyed and bushy-tailed, eager to take on the world. Pre-season training was more fun than (and a lot more work) than she had anticipated, but it had made for an busy, exciting first quarter. By February, however, whatever glow and excitement that she had carried was marred by the news that Natalia had been diagnosed with ovarian cancer. Treatment began as quickly as the diagnosis fell, and Caro breathed a sigh of relief that she the stars had aligned and had kept her in LA where she could be close to her mother and see her through treatment.

She tried his best to assume some sense of normalcy. For Caro, that meant throwing herself into everything that college had to offer while juggling visits home, doctor's appointments, and trips to the pharmacy. Unfortunately, that also meant that she was quick to burn out. Her grades began to nosedive sometime during her sophomore year and her scholarship, and thus her place at UCLA, were under scrutiny. She was given another quarter to get her butt in gear and whip her grades back into shape. A B average was all that she needed, and though it wasn't good enough for her own personal standards, she was quickly learning that something had to give if she was going to keep going the way that she was.

The cancer was quick and vicious, and though the family knew that they would be fighting an uphill battle, they were hopeful as ever. Unfortunately, multiple rounds of chemotherapy and radiation weren't enough to prevent metastasis, and shortly before Caro's 21st birthday, her mother had succumbed to her illness. With the help of her mother's family, she was able to help tie up the loose ends that came with her mother's death. Her aunt became her younger sibling's guardian for the remaining year and change of childhood. Though it took more than she thought she could muster, Caro was able to graduate cum laude, but only barely, on time, with a degree in physiological sciences with the intent of continuing on to earn her doctorate in Physical Therapy.

Assured that she was no longer needed in LA, Caro was compelled to find a way to get out of the city and spend some time far, far away from a place that had caused her so much pain. Though she enjoyed her time at UCLA, she also had a hard time disassociating LA with her mother's illness. She found her way back to Boston to start school at Northeastern. Though he is loathe to admit it, Rodrigo needs more help getting around these days, and his health continued to decline to the point where Caro ended up taking on the role of caregiver once again, foregoing her degree in order to help support her father and herself.