Post by fairuza on Jul 20, 2009 23:35:37 GMT -6
[/color]VALKYRIE,
CALIFORNIA
the ocean breathes salty, won't you carry it in?
she can rob you blind with just one look from those eyes
out of all the thieves that trained her,
none of them could tame her
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WHEN THE OCEAN MET THE SKY ,[/color]
CHARACTER BASICS ,
you missed when time and life shook hands and said goodbye[/color]
FULL NAME: Fairuza Nadya Romani[/font]
NICKNAMES: none really, be creative, think of one.
GENDER: female
AGE: eighteen
UNIVERSITY YEAR: not goingMAJOR:MINOR:
JOB: auto mechanic
PLAYBY: megan fucking fox
YOUR BODY MAY BE GONE ,[/color]
CHARACTER APPEARANCE ,
i'm gonna carry you in my head, in my heart, in my soul[/color]
ETHNICITY: Latvian, Romanian and Greek[/font]
HAIR COLOR: Chestnut brown
EYE COLOR: bright blue eyes, sometimes gray
HEIGHT: 5'6"
WEIGHT: 114 pounds
BODY TYPE: Fairuza’s body isn’t that of a models, or a two hundred pound woman. The model category doesn’t fit because she definitely isn’t pin thin. The obese woman category doesn’t fit either because, though she does eat like she would be fat, her metabolism is fast enough to be thankful for. She has curves; there is no doubt about it. With an hour-glass figure and very well defined long legs, the girl is blessed with an outstanding body and with a personality that realizes the beauty of it.
DISTINGUISHED FEATURES:Naturally, Fairuza has fair skin which is speckled with freckles. Her freckles are most visible on her shoulders and upper arms and a few along the bridge of her nose and cheeks, though those are very subtle and hardly visible unless observing closely. Fairuza has many tattoos which she has imprinted onto herself during her travels. The first she got was a moon with an orange and yellow crescent moon over top a dark five point star on her inner right ankle. She got the moon-star duo when she was fourteen years old, as a celebration of her birthday. This was her only tattoo for a while, until after the birth of her daughter. She read a vast amount of literature during her pregnancy and was very much fond of Shakespeare. A few weeks after the birth, she got the phrase: "we will all laugh at gilded butterflies" tattooed onto her right shoulder blade in parchment script font, retaining her love for Shakespeare with an altered quote from King Lear. While in France, on an impulse, she had gotten a phrase tattooed onto her left rib cage, bearing the words, “there once was a little girl who never knew love until a boy broke her heart.”Although all her tattoos have significant meaning, Fairuza especially adores the yin and yang symbol on the inside of her left wrist that he had gotten a few days before she left Europe for the United States.
PERSONAL STYLE: Style has never really occurred to Fairuza, though she knows what looks absolutely stunning on her. With a body like hers, almost anything looks good on her. Fairuza’s wardrobe consists of many things such as shorts, jeans, and a plethora of shirts and blouses. Of course, that is not the only thing in her closet, but she does own some dresses and with one-of-a-kind jewellery that she received from her mother and both paternal and maternal grandmothers. Besides her clothes from work and play, Fairuza did bring along some of her cultural clothing and scarves which are safely packed away in boxes which she opens from time to time.
OTHER: be warned, the girl is almost too hot to handle.
IN YOUR MOUTH, IN YOUR SOUL ,[/color]
CHARACTER PERSONALITY ,
the more we move ahead the more we're stuck in rewind[/color]
STRENGTHS: precision shooting, fixing cars, flexible, very good cook[/font]
WEAKNESSES: chocolate, unique eyes, being tickled, the ocean
LIKES: vintage cars, rain, chocolate, knives, silver jewellery, hunting, swimming, books, music, bells, little children, violins, pianos, clothes, sex, men, racing, old movies, new technology, independence, history, museums, painting, tattoos, languages, traveling, pretty eyes, flowers, freckles, roller coasters, horses, birds, the ocean, food, warmth, the sun, cotton candy, poems, soft skin, mountains, rivers, red wine, swings, pretty smiles
DISLIKES: leeches, dreadlocks, meringue, cabbage, asparagus, messenger chat used in real life conversations, socks and sandals, feet, slicked back hair, thorns
FLAWS:
* A little vain
* Judgmental
* Hard to impress
* can hold a grudge
HABITS:
* twirls knives in her hand when thinking
* Sometimes switches languages when speaking
* biting down on her lower lip when observing intently
* Her eyes narrow as she thinks, zoning everything out
SECRETS:
* is still married
* had a baby, but it was stillborn
* ran away from her life back in Europe
* likes to watch and usually cries in chick flicks
BEST MEMORY: Fairuza’s best memory thus far in her life must have been that she was fifteen, a few weeks before she was married, when she completely finished her souped up car with her father.
WORST MEMORY: Her worst memories were when she was forcefully married and when her daughter was stillborn.
OVERALL PERSONALITY: Fairuza is a very wild child, that’s a given. She will not stop at anything to have all the fun she can have in life. She is a free soul, nothing can tame her. Of course, with this wild side of her, it can be a cause for problems and controversy in the future. It is very difficult to make Fairuza do as you please, for she answers to no one. The girl isn’t big on thinking things through before she does them, and usually goes with the flow of whatever consequences come her way. But as long as she enjoyed herself, then it was all worth it to her. Along with being a wild child, she is also a major bitch if gotten on her bad side. You haven’t seen cold and spiteful, until you have seen the likes of Fairuza. She doesn’t take bullshit from anyone, she’s normally pretty Zen unless you try to do something particularly horrendous thing to tick her off, she rip you to shreds. Her brothers taught her how to throw a good punch and she won't hesitate to if someone pisses her off enough. Most people try to stay clear of her angry side; because it is really one side you don’t want to see.
She is very outgoing, and usually she would be the first person to come up to you and start talking. Even though she can be quite the bitch, that doesn’t hold her back from still wanting friends, and still trying to find some good in people. However, though she is very outgoing, she does only contribute when it is necessary. She doesn’t talk for the sake of hearing her own voice. She is always the first to volunteer and do something to meet people. She’s also always up for having an adventure. There’s nothing holding her back. With her outgoing natures, there is rarely anything that fazes her such as the taboo of sex. Fairuza is very comfortable with her sexuality, and it is obvious that she likes sex. Many would label her as a whore, but she is nothing of the sort, she just likes the intimacy that lasts a few hours. Do not get her wrong, like most girls, she wants to find that true love eventually. But, in the meantime, in her mind, sex comes before love. And that’s how she will view it for a long, long, time.
Though she has the ability to adapt to so many things in her life, she does have one thing that has filtered through has got to be her confidence. She is fearless in everything she says and does and won't ever compromise herself for anybody. However, with this amount of confidence, some may confuse it with arrogance because of the amount of self-assurance she has. Okay, sometimes she may get a little full of herself, but in time and day who doesn’t have their moment?
Independent to the core, Fairuza almost never asks for help; ever. This stubborn independence has gotten her into sticky situations on more than one occasion. Dependence on others is not an option for this girl and often refuses to ask for help with things unless it is absolutely necessary. She will also hide any negative emotions she feels until she is alone because she doesn’t like people to see her in moments of weakness. She tries to avoid disclosing personal problems to others as she doesn’t like people to pity or feel sorry for her. Because of this, she tends to close people off from her alienating herself from any sort of human contact for weeks on end until whatever got under her skin got out. This alienation also causes her to become unnaturally quiet and unnaturally indifferent to the world around her.
AND WE'LL BOTH GROW OLD ,[/color]
CHARACTER HISTORY ,
well i don't know, i don't know, i don't know, i hope so[/color]
HOMETOWN: Riga, Latvia[/size][/font]
PARENTS: Tsura and Fabian
SIBLINGS: three older brothers, one younger brother
OTHER: technically, she's still married...
LIVING SITUATION: shaks, livin it up in the HITTEN
HISTORY:Tsura was in labour, which was obvious from her screams that could be heard all the way to the house. Luca was there, his hand entwined with hers as her forehead became soaked in sweat as the contractions became stronger and more violent. In a few more moments of agony, a baby girl with dark black hair and light blue even turquoise eyes greeted Luca as he whispered “Fairuza” in Arabic which meant the very colour of his daughter’s eyes. On April 24, Fairuza Nadya was welcomed into the world in Riga, Latvia. As part of tradition, she was given the name Mirela which was only known to her mother in order to confuse the supernatural spirits by keeping the true identity of the child from them. They were a very traditional Rroma family. Fairuza was the fifth and only daughter. She was the baby of the family until her younger brother joined her; at least she was still the only daughter of the large family. Again, during this pregnancy, Fairuza and the rest of her family, except the women, saw Tsura very little as per tradition.
For the next two years, the family remained in Riga, Fairuza’s father and older brothers doing odd jobs and fixing cars before moving to Bucharest, Romania, but that didn’t stop the family from relocating within the country. The family moved often, but the family was close like roma families should be. Oh, did I mention Fairuza was a gypsy? Well, she is. To be more correct she and her family are Roma, and prefer to be referred to as “Roma” rather than Gypsy. Fairuza’s family were quite traditional with extended families and marrying young. Hell, even her parents married when they were teenagers and had her oldest brother when they were just seventeen and eighteen. It was tradition, and you abide by tradition especially if your grandfather was the tribe’s head. Three years later when Fairuza was around the age of five, the tribe had settled mainly outside of Bucharest for a few years, doing odd jobs and what not, becoming more sedentary gypsies. As Fairuza grew, she looked up to her brothers, climbing trees, making forts, cursing the fact that she had to sit for a few hours for her mother to teach them stuff she did not think she would use. Though she adored her mother, it was her father that Fairuza formed a much better bond with; it was no question that she was daddy’s little girl.
It was around the time when Fairuza was ten when her father and older brothers began to teach her a thing or two about cars. She was also learning the ways of being a good wife in things like cooking and cleaning, all the boring stuff in which Fairuza hardly paid any attention at all. Yeah she needed to know how to cook because of food, and quite frankly that was the only thing she really liked learning from her grandmother who was adamant on making her the perfect wife. God, her mami made good food. But Fairuza was not the one to settle down and get married; she wanted to see the world, experience other things and get rid of this eastern European society she had been in for her entire life. Like a bird trapped in its cage, and now matter where the owner takes the cage, the bird was still trapped; that was how Fairuza felt, even at a young age she was something else. As she got older, she became more skilled at fixing vehicles, even outshining her brothers at the trade. The girl knew cars inside and out.
However when Fairuza was fifteen, still unmarried which was considered rare in her family, she was working on the beat up car she was helping her brothers with when she heard the news. She was going to get married to a totally stranger to uphold the family honour and whatever her grandfather thought was appropriate to maintain relations. Why her? He had other granddaughters…But her cousins were part of an agreement from before they were born. It all started when His father was courting her mother, Fairuza’s grandfather disapproved and eventually her parents eloped. Now in most situations it would be disappointing that your child had took off and gotten himself married to some girl that you did not like but over time you’d get over it. What could you do, disown your only son because of his wife? Heh. No. But in such a culturally driven society, when your son comes back, wife in tow, what better than to bargain his return right? So there it was, when Fabien and Tsura came back, married and expecting (though they did not know then), that Yaakov struck a compromise. They would be welcomed back, no shamelessness or anything bad if they promised to allow him to arrange their first daughter’s wedding. To this day, Yaakov has yet to distinguish why he chose Fabien and Tsura’s first daughter to arrange a marriage for, maybe he knew she would be her father’s little girl before she was even born.
Weddings were a very joyous affair to the Romani people, fathers giving away the most precious things to their hearts and families to welcome home a bride. It was also an event that she absolutely, without a doubt dreaded. Every day seemed to inch closer to her wedding, to be married to someone she did not even know the middle name of. It was astounding that her parents agreed to this whereas they went off and eloped, in love and everything. She had admired her parent’s love, up until the point when she realized that she was a part of a deal. After that point, Fairuza began resenting her parents, what hypocrites. After much deliberation, it was set; Fairuza was going to marry one week before her birthday. The engagement party was very boisterous, loud, a very Romani kind of party that lasted for four days. The food was incredible; the music was welcoming, her engagement was almost better than her wedding. It was the first time she saw Emilian. He was a good person, nice, polite, funny even good looking, but she did not have any feelings for him. No urge to run and be his wife. Damn, this marriage thing is going to suck. For the duration of her engagement to Emilian, she saw him a grand total of three times in the span of eight months. What a good start to a life together.
It was a warm spring day when it had happened, her wedding that is. It was a very traditional affair, just like everything else in her life for the past eight months. Emilian and Fairuza stood in front of his grandfather, hand in hand as family members and friends looked onwards. As her future grandfather-in-law married the couple, the fact that she was married finally sank in. She could hear her heartbeat droning out everything else, the cheers, the congratulations, everything. She was married now. It wasn’t the married part that frightened her, nor was it that she was not even sixteen when it happened, but the fact that she was not a part of her own family anymore. She was now a part of his family; she did not even know most of them and that scared her. The limited amount of consistency in her life was now messed up. She was not ready for this pre-made life, fuck, would she ever be?
The evening of her wedding, she cried. Every girl cries at her wedding, but somehow this was different. Fairuza cried for her fate, cried for her family, cried for anything she’s ever held close to her heart. She was crying when her mother and aunts began to unbraid her hair as a symbol of her new marital status and when her mother-in-law tied her bridal scarf over her head. By the end of the night, she was all cried out, and the party was dwindling down, her time with her father, her siblings, even her grandfather who put her through this mess of tradition was also dwindling down. The next morning after all the wedding partying was over and done with, it was time for Fairuza to leave to her in-laws home to begin a new chapter in her life.
Married life, well, it wasn’t what she expected it to be. It wasn’t her in-laws, they were perfectly fine, and then again they did give a dowry to reassure her parents that she wouldn’t be treated like crap… But Fairuza wasn’t happy. She was well off and comfortable, her new family was good to her but she wasn’t happy. Maybe it was because Emilian ignored her ever since their first night as man and wife, but Fairuza just did not feel like a part of this family to which she was married to. She was a hopeless romantic, what could she say? About a month after her wedding, she went back home for the first time as a married woman, a customary event to be back with her own family was one of the few trips she adored in all her life. She wasn’t assisted by her in-laws or her husband; she could be herself without being questioned. However, her stay only lasted a couple days and all those feelings she had right after her wedding flooded her all over again. But this time, she had this resistance built up inside of her, she could not go back to her new home; it just wasn’t home.
When she was returning from her parents’ place, she almost regretted turning the other direction from her in-laws home, her home with Emilian, but she couldn’t take it anymore. Maybe she was a hopeless romantic, maybe she just had to take control of her own life, and not to be a pawn in someone else’s game, but whatever it was, and Fairuza did not stop driving until she was in Hungary. Scrounging up some cash and getting a job waitressing while fixing cars on the side, Fairuza got a cheap apartment right over the restaurant where she worked. However, it was around the end of her first month of her stay in Budapest, she became overly nauseous. The excuse of ‘maybe it was something she ate’ faded after the third day, when she went to a clinic and found out. She was pregnant. Oh god, what was she going to do? She couldn’t raise a child; she was just a child herself… Well, a runaway bride, but she was in no state to have a baby. Fairuza thought about it, she couldn’t raise a baby on her own in this beat up apartment, and there was no way in hell she'd return to Emilian and cause even more disgrace to her family than she did by running away… But she couldn’t do the alternative, she just couldn’t.
It wasn’t a difficult pregnancy, actually, Fairuza hadn’t had any morning sickness since that first day, and her employers were very nice about, except she couldn’t fix engines anymore after the fifth month. She read a lot during her pregnancy, becoming well versed in English literature as well as Hungarian. When Fairuza found out it was a girl, she was thrilled, collecting various baby things along the colours of purple and pink. It was when she was at the restaurant when she began to feel the labour pains, much more intense than she thought they would be. Immediately she went to the hospital but the doctors said it was too late. The umbilical cord had wrapped around her daughter’s neck, cutting off her circulation, if only she had arrived ten minutes earlier…
From the moment she had given birth to the moment her daughter, whom she named ‘Nadya Tsura ‘ after her mother, the lamentation continued until she was buried in a small cemetery outside of Budapest. It was after the burial when Fairuza decided that she could no longer remain in Hungary. Gathering the little money she had after selling her vehicle, she bought a train ticket to France. She wasn’t the same, the whole pregnancy took a toll on her; Fairuza took it onto herself, she was to blame for it all. If only she had gone to the hospital earlier… Maybe she would have had her little Nadya in her arms now…After a few days in Paris, Fairuza got a job as a mechanic in an auto shop outside of downtown Paris, it had enough bustle to make a few Euros but she also had enough time to herself. The fortunate thing here was the education was free, and within a few months of living in France, she had caught up on all her school, becoming the equivalent of a high school graduate. After she graduated, Fairuza kept taking math classes, it always amused her how math was the only thing that remain the same; it always just had one answer. Although she had begun to make a life for her here, even a few reliable friends, but she had that itch to leave. With a life as nomadic as hers, she would often have the urge to leave a place after every few months. With the money she had saved up, and collecting the little belongings she had into a carryon bag, she bought a one way ticket to a destination somewhere in California, just far enough that she won’t get that itch for a good while.
Valkyrie California, a place she never thought she would visit, hell she never even heard of before the air hostess mentioned it before the plane landed. Fairuza still had some cash left, enough to get her an apartment in the less glamorous part of the town. A few days after her arrival she even got a job at the local auto shop, doing what she loves, working on cars she could never afford. Maybe she’ll be happy here, but who knows? She has been here for a few months now, but this girl is just something else.
COLLECTED MY BELONGINGS ,[/color]
ABOUT YOU AND FOR THE ADMINS ,
and i left the jail, well thanks for the time[/color]
YOUR NAME: gurms[/size][/font][/blockquote]
GENDER:female
AGE:seventeen, eighteen in four days, yo!
RP EXPERIENCE: almost four years... wowza.
OTHER CHARACTERS: audrey, matteo, hunter, isaac
ROLEPLAY EXAMPLE:mehcredit: format by lainey, lyrics by modest mouse
