Post by Mercades Valentín Covas on Jul 27, 2010 20:35:34 GMT -6
[/color]VALKYRIE,
CALIFORNIA
the ocean breathes salty, won't you carry it in?
gold lion's gonna tell me where the light is,
take our hands out of control, take our hands
out of control, outside, inside, this is a moon
without a tide, we'll build a fire in your eyes,
we'll build a fire when the colors getting brighter,
cold desire, makes a moon without a tide.[/font][/center]
WHEN THE OCEAN MET THE SKY ,[/color]
CHARACTER BASICS ,
you missed when time and life shook hands and said goodbye[/color]
FULL NAME: mercades ysabel serafia valentín covas. (technically, in spanish, the letter 'c' makes a sound like a 'k' when it precedes an 'a', but mercades is pronounced mare-sah-days.)[/font]
NICKNAMES: some people call her merche, but she discourages it.
GENDER: female.
AGE: seventeen.
UNIVERSITY YEAR: freshman.
MAJOR: high school education.
MINOR: language studies.
JOB: borders.
PLAYBY: amanda seyfried. <3
YOUR BODY MAY BE GONE ,[/color]
CHARACTER APPEARANCE ,
i'm gonna carry you in my head, in my heart, in my soul[/color]
ETHNICITY: spanish, swedish, belgian, norwegian, danish, british.[/font]
HAIR COLOR: blonde.
EYE COLOR: blue-green.
HEIGHT: five feet, three and a half inches.
WEIGHT: 130 pounds.
BODY TYPE: tiny, more muscular than she appears.
DISTINGUISHED FEATURES: big, wide-set blueish greenish eyes.
PERSONAL STYLE: while definitely not a clothes addicted fashionista, mercades always tends to dress in a sophisticated, or at least classy, kind of way. she doesn't care about brands or designer names; all she is particular about prior to a purchase is that the quality is decent. and she doesn't really limit herself to a certain way of dressing all the time, she simply picks whatever strikes her fancy out of her closet every morning. generally speaking though, you're probably most likely to find her in skinny jeans, flats or boots and a blouse or nice t shirt atop a tank top. she doesn't care much for overly ripped, frayed or destroyed looking garb, because she doesn't see the sense in purposefully making yourself look like a sloppy degenerate, and, accordingly, she makes sure her own clothes are neat and nicely arranged when she's wearing them.
OTHER: spanish accent, yay.
IN YOUR MOUTH, IN YOUR SOUL ,[/color]
CHARACTER PERSONALITY ,
the more we move ahead the more we're stuck in rewind[/color]
STRENGTHS: very persistent, fast reader, good with languages, determined, charming, good memory, was a good gymnast.[/font]
WEAKNESSES: not good at being patient, not good at keeping other people's feelings in mind, good looking males, classical music, tapas.
LIKES: winning, being in control, learning about languages and other cultures in general, reading, flan, intelligent people, waking up early, flirtation, light eyes with dark hair, classy perfume, gymnastics, being right, traveling, elegance, toledo.
DISLIKES: stupid people, excessively greasy food, man sluts, cocky idiots, when people don't take education seriously, short shorts, orange flavored popsicles, losing track of time, headaches, getting drunk, losing her spot in a book, heavy makeup, when people ask her why she isn't darker with black hair if she's spanish.
FLAWS: can be a bit of a cutthroat bitch, tends to consider herself superior to many people, can be sort of two faced, often not overly concerned about the feelings of others, will hold a grudge.
HABITS: flirting with pretty much everyone, taking a siesta in the middle of a day, eating dinner late, going on a walk after breakfast.
SECRETS:
- her mother murdered her biological father.
- almost cheated in a gymnastics competition, which is why she quit.
BEST MEMORY: summer seaside vacations her family took when they visited her grandparents.
WORST MEMORY: finding out that her mother had killed her father.
OVERALL PERSONALITY:
mercades isn't one that can be immediately tossed into the heartless bitch category, nor the innocent sweetheart category. in the case of the former, it's because that she isn't really a heartless bitch until she decides she wants something. in the case of the latter, it's because, well, she just isn't an innocent sweetheart. at all. and, to the greatest extent of her recollection, she never really ever has been. under numerous amounts of circumstances, she can be quite pleasant and charming with anyone and everyone she interacts with; even if sometimes internally her thoughts do not completely match her actions in charm and pleasantness. however, under the right circumstances, mercades will sometimes act like a heartless bitch. because, when she sets her sights on something and really, truly decides that she wants it... well, she doesn't let much stop her. at all. she's ruthless. she'll do whatever it takes (with a few obvious excepts; i.e. murder, whoring herself, et cetera) and will stick with it until she either gets what she wants or decides she can live without it. she'll scheme and be very sneaky in all of this; she doesn't have any problems with going behind people's backs or being completely underhanded. needlessly to say, she can be very competitive, and the concept of reckoning with her shouldn't be taken too lightly.
nevertheless, most of the time, mercades is not acting like a total cutthroat. in fact, she spends the majority of her time being very pleasant and charming. thus, she often come off as a very nice and considerate person, though this isn't exactly the case. she puts on the charm and acts beguiling simply because... well. it's just how she deals with people. and we're talking pretty much all people, too, because, even if she finds you pathetic and hateful, she keeps up the whole amiable and affable front. if you really irritate her, the most that you'll probably receive is some icy detachedness and a subtle condescending air. because she's very rarely upfront with anyone about this kind of stuff. keeping nice and charming is her way of maintaining a sort of control. and this isn't to say that her friendliness is always completely insincere and hollow, because it isn't. she's quite capable of being genuine.
and, despite the sophisticated and polite airs that surround her most of the time, she's also got a sense of humor. which, in all honesty, can be a little twisted sometimes, in that she can get quite a bit of amusement out of the sufferings of people she has deemed worthy of a little suffering. and, well, it's not exactly hugely uncommon for her to have been the one to have set the suffering up in the first place, hehe. but, anyway. there is a part of her that does really love to just hang with her friends and be a goof. in fact, she's probably the most herself while with her buds.
and, again, in spite of being one the more sophisticated side of things, mercades is a bit of a shameless flirt. most of it's in the talk, but she also never has a shortage of alluring smiles and enticing glances. not in a trampy or cheap kind of way, of course. she leaves the degrading innuendos and ridiculousness like that up to all the genuine pathetic sluts out there. her flirtation is always light, relatively classy and harmless. and she'll flirt with most every male specimen within her age range. she's quite unabashed about it, because, well, a great hunk of the time, she doesn't mean anything by it. she just does it because it amuses her and, frankly, its how she rolls. of course, this does sometimes get her labeled as a teensy bit of a tease, but she doesn't care. she rarely takes the flirtation very far with any of her male specimens, partly because, as above mentioned, she's not interested in half of them, but also because she likes to keep up an air of mystery.
and, for about as long as she can remember, mercades has been fascinated with words. and, consequently, she's always been an avid reader, since about as long as she's known how. she's read tons of literature, including a lot of the classics. she's read a lot of shakespeare's work in both spanish and in english to challenge herself. and she's a dedicated bookworm, too. she's perfectly comfortable taking a day or two to simply stay in and read all day. in addition to simply words, languages in general engross mercades. she loves learning new ones and one days hopes to become a spanish teacher.
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: toledo, spain.[/size][/font]
PARENTS:
ysabel valentín arroyo de covas, mother, 48.
david swenson, father, deceased.
SIBLINGS:
zacarias valentín covas, 25, half brother.
carolina valentín covas, 23, half sister.
eva valentín covas, 21, half sister.
andreo valentín covas, 18, half brother.
OTHER: - - -.
LIVING SITUATION: valks.
HISTORY:
the match between simon covas ramírez and ysabel valentín arroyo was a happy one. they were very in love, and their families were both very happy that their children had managed to not pick a total degenerate to marry. the couple settled down in toledo, spain, the place of both of their births. not a year later, their first son, zacarias, came along, and three more children came along after him in pretty quick succession. as you can probably imagine, ysabel was quite ready to call it good enough and put her childbearing years behind her. but then she met david.
a handsome, charming, young man, david swenson was captivating to ysabel. he was an exciting escape from the calm, consistent housewife lifestyle she was living, and it took them barely a week to start up a full fledged affair. and, not even a month into it, david was promising to marry ysabel and take her away to his native norway as soon as she could manage to divorce her husband. only several days before she planned to tell her husband everything and propose a divorce, ysabel found out that she was pregnant with david's baby. she wasn't particularly concerned, because though she hadn't planned on having any more children, she was happy that she and david would be able to raise their very own child together. however, david was much less than pleased when he heard the news. in fact, he completely freaked out and skipped town, back to norway without so much as a goodbye, leaving ysabel devastated and knocked up.
mercades ysabel serafia valentín covas was born approximately seven months later, on april sixteenth, 1990. ysabel knew that she wouldn't resemble simon or any of his children, and she could only hope fervently that she could explain it by saying her daughter looked more like her side of the family. however, as mercades began to grow up, if simon had any suspicions, he never voiced any them. as more and more time passed, ysabel worried less and less and felt life return back to normal. she couldn't help but be a little distant with mercades, however, because every time she looked at her, she saw david and remembered what he he had done to her.
the relatively comfortable routine that ysabel had settled herself back into didn't last long, though. around the time of mercades's fifth birthday, simon discovered an old letter from david to ysabel that made the fact that they had engaged in a romantic relationship painfully obvious. suddenly, a lot of things made sense. he was able to deduce that mercades was, in fact, not his biological daughter, and he was furious. he demanded a divorce and he didn't meet much trouble getting it. ysabel didn't want to try and get custody of any of the children, not even mercades, simply because she felt she needed to get away, make her own way for a while, and that the kids might even be better off. so she moved out and settled for her visiting rights. mercades wasn't old enough to understand all of what was going on; all she knew was that she missed her mother. a lot.
however, none of it really caused a non beneficial impact in any of the other areas of her young life. it did cause her to want to make her mother proud, however, and doing it academically was something that didn't even require a whole lot of effort. mercades was precocious and persistent, even at a young age. she caught on to the whole concept of reading much more quickly than her peers did... in fact, she caught on to most of the concepts she was being taught in school more quickly than her peers. she was always the bright, over achieving one that schmoozed (she personally feels that this is a much more apt term than something like "sucking up") the teachers and got depressingly good grades. it did tend to alienate her a bit from the kids she went to school with, but she always had a small circle of friends that she was pretty close to. she also, starting around the age of ten or eleven, almost always had a few people that she liked to keep around simply to manipulate to get what she wanted whenever the need arose.
as time passed, her older siblings became fully aware of the whole situation that had caused their parents' divorce and began to treat mercades a bit like an outsider, which, needless to say, was quite upsetting. they saw her as the reason that their parents had separated and, consequently, the reason that their father had become so unhappy. he treated mercades differently, too. he still loved her like a daughter, hell as far as he was concerned she really was his daughter, but every time he looked at her, he was reminded of the enduring pain he had felt that had begun the moment he had read that letter. mercades began to feel like she didn't even really belong in her own home. the only person in the household who didn't treat her any differently and always stood by her was andreo, the sibling she was closest in age to. as a result, the two of them were very close growing up. but then, when she was nine, mercades encountered what would become one of the loves of her life. gymnastics. it started out as simply an interest that developed after she saw a competition on television and asked simon if she could take a class or something. she adored it from the start, but at first it was just a fairly laid back component of her life.
but it grew into much more than that. as time passed and she became more and more skilled and began to compete, it became pretty much the most important thing in her life. obviously, as she got more into it, it became more demanding, but she still managed to keep up with her schoolwork and maintain good grades, though they did slip just a bit. mercades recalls her preteen and early teenage years in a whirl of mostly gymnastics and school. she grew even more distant with her family, and her relationship with even andreo diminished. she had always been competitive in nature, so it was no surprise that she was rather intense about winning gymnastic competitions, though her normal demeanor was probably enough to keep a casual observer from seeing it. but mercades's thrill of winning and the drive to keep on winning soon got a little... out of control. when she was fifteen, she found herself sitting in a hotel room on the eve of a very big competition, about to arrange for her biggest competitor to eat food that would give her food poisoning. however, she then had a revelation. if she did this, she would be no better than any random thug or lowlife on the street. she loved the sport, but it was turning her into someone that disgusted her. it was sort of ironic, since she had been willing to stoop, at least a little, to get what she wanted before because of how she tended to believe she was rather superior to others... but this was just plain pathetic cheating. and then, she knew that she had to give it up. to quit gymnastics, because, as far as she was concerned, she couldn't ever let herself turn into what she had almost just become.
life kind of slowed down for her after that. she got back into being able to put more effort into school, had more time to read and socialize and spend time with her family... even though she was still slightly ostracized among them. she had a nice, quiet year like this, and she was actually sort of surprised at how little she found herself pining for gymnastics. she did miss it, but she also realized that she really felt that she had gone about as far as she had wanted to with it. and, for that matter, she had gone about as far as she could afford to go. and she had a good plan all formulated, now. she had always had a passion for words and language, and, surprisingly, she also liked teaching, so... it really was quite simple. she wanted to become some sort of language teacher, and since she was a native spanish speaker and the second language she was strongest in was english, she figured it would be sensible to find a job as a spanish teacher in a country that spoke english.
then, right before mercades was about to graduate from secondary school, something rather... distressing happened. her mother, ysabel, happened to run into none other than david swenson, mercades's biological father, by chance in albacete. they got into an argument that ended with david getting shot in the chest. through the heart, ironically. ysabel immediately confessed and was arrested. mercades was thrown through a loop. not only had her mother murdered someone, but that somone had been her biological father, the man who had given her half of her genes... it was awful. all the issues and frustrations she had had about her family throughout the years sort of all came back to her at once. and she decided she needed a change, some sort of change, anything, as long as it was significant. and then she realized that getting out of the country was perfect, and she had a perfect opportunity; college. after a couple of weeks, she decided to apply to valkyrie university in california, because it had substantial acclaim and her maternal grandparents were currently residing in the small coastal city, after having moved from barcelona. when she began making the arrangements, simon told her that he wanted andreo, who had been acting out of control and with whom he was fed up with, to accompany her. he was pretty much exiling him, because andreo really did not want to leave spain. however, about a month and a half later, mercades found herself boarding a plane to america. the two of them, andreo and mercades, have been here in valkyrie since mid august, living with their grandparents. ready to make their marks on the world, they are.
COLLECTED MY BELONGINGS ,[/color]
ABOUT YOU AND FOR THE ADMINS ,
and i left the jail, well thanks for the time[/color]
YOUR NAME: captain co-cupcake clare-iousizzle the the bear, stealer of asia's hats.[/size][/font][/blockquote]
GENDER: ovaries for the winnn.
AGE: fifteen.
RP EXPERIENCE: uhmm, threeish years.
OTHER CHARACTERS: artie, milo, robbie, andie, cat, charlie, seb, leda.
ROLEPLAY EXAMPLE: never!credit: format by lainey, lyrics by modest mouse
