Post by esme naomi vega on Jul 5, 2012 23:38:00 GMT -6
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 the basics FULL NAME esmeralda naomi vega AGE & DOB twenty-one | october 11, 1990 HOMETOWN acapulco, guerrero, mexico ETHNICITY mexican and spanish LANGUAGES SPOKEN spanish, italian, portuguese, french, and english. SEXUAL ORIENTATION bisexual HAIR COLOR black EYE COLOR dark brown HEIGHT & WEIGHT 5'5 | 135 DISTINGUISHING MARKS anchor tattoo on back of wrist LIKES/DISLIKES LIKES: sports, cars, money, wine, chocolate, strip clubs, lingerie, sex, cooking, eating, watching movies, reading, foreign languages, perfume, dancing, red lipstick, working, and staying out all night. DISLIKES: quiet, rapists, disloyalty, ignorance, idiots, overly bright colors, cold air, liars, police, narrow-minded people, justin bieber, taco bell, bugs, pink, rodents, rats (people), and mob wives. STRENGTHS/WEAKNESSES STRENGTHS: determined, loyal, hardworking, social, independent, street smart, stealthy, quick, and persuasive. WEAKNESSES: distant, angry, vengeful, quick-tempered, indecisive, easy to get addicted, manipulative, dissatisfied, jealous, insecure, and a bit too expressive. SECRETS my whole life is a secret, I work as a bartender at the M lounge but my actual CAREER is really dangerous. my second secret is that I'm not legally an American citizen. | in depth |
PERSONALITY
I don't talk to anyone I don't know, you never know who is a rat, who is out to kill you, or who is just a friendly bobber. My sister calls me paranoid, especially when it comes to the white people. I'm not racist at all, but all of my bad experiences happened when they were involved. I don't trust anyone, I don't even like to get close to people. A lot of people would say I'm unfriendly, I do like to be alone so that notion doesn't bother me. I'm not your average girl, I don't know how to even act around the average girl because I don't have a soft bone in my body. Oh, a lot of people tell me I'm a bitch but that's definitely a misunderstanding. I'm just really calculating and sarcastic and a lot of people aren't able get that. I I'm a huge perfectionist, things have to be absolutely perfect and if they aren't then I'd probably go psycho. Something that kind of scares people is the fact that I'm passionate about everything I do. I have this insane drive to want to get things done for the people I care about. On the flip side I'm intelligent. Don't let the fact that I'm completely foreign fool you. Up until I was maybe fifteen years old I didn't know any language other than Spanish and now not only can I understand Portuguese, English, French, and Italian but I can also speak, write, and read each of those languages. I'm also...caring BUT only to those who earn it. I'll do whatever I can for the people I care about.
FAMILY LIFE
Living in the small town of Acapulco it's a sense of blood making you related but the bonds you share making you family. I am a product of my environment it was a dog eat dog world out there and many times I had to do what I had to do to survive. My father was killed in front of me when we were young. The whole situation kind of made my mother lose it because my father brought home the money. Til this day I didn't know what my father did but I remember being comfortable and then all of the sudden I had to fight on a daily basis. My mother kind of became detached... I'm sure she loved us, she had to because that would be the only explanation for why she sold her body... so that we wouldn't starve. When I turned thirteen I remember old men would come by our house saying that my sister and I would have to work sooner or later. My mother would hold them off and send them away but one day I overheard my mother agreeing to letting me start....
UMMM.... long story short, I had no family unit other than working for the mafia.
UMMM.... long story short, I had no family unit other than working for the mafia.
PARENTS/SIBLINGS
Suarez Garcia - father, murdered at the age of thirty. From what I remember he was a hustler who always seemed to have money. He always gave me nice things. I identify him as my father simply because he was the nicest to me out of all of the men and my mother said I look like him and even have some of his mannerisms.
My sister's father - I don't remember much about him other than the fact that he is my sister's dad. He'd come around every once in a while to check on her but I kept my distance. From what my sister tells me he was pretty nice.
Lori Vega - mother, by now she'll be about 38 years old. She had me when she was seventeen years old and my dad was way older than her. She gave my sister and I her last name because she always told us that there was no doubt we were her children but there were doubts about who our fathers could be. She's full blooded Mexican and she worked at a brothel. I haven't seen her since I told her that I was taking my sister to America. I promised her we'd have a better life. Since my life is so unpredictable we haven't spoke in maybe six years.
My sister - She's really the only family I have by blood and by bond. She's only seventeen months younger than I am but I protect her as if I raised her myself. She's my responsibility and my best friend.
My sister's father - I don't remember much about him other than the fact that he is my sister's dad. He'd come around every once in a while to check on her but I kept my distance. From what my sister tells me he was pretty nice.
Lori Vega - mother, by now she'll be about 38 years old. She had me when she was seventeen years old and my dad was way older than her. She gave my sister and I her last name because she always told us that there was no doubt we were her children but there were doubts about who our fathers could be. She's full blooded Mexican and she worked at a brothel. I haven't seen her since I told her that I was taking my sister to America. I promised her we'd have a better life. Since my life is so unpredictable we haven't spoke in maybe six years.
My sister - She's really the only family I have by blood and by bond. She's only seventeen months younger than I am but I protect her as if I raised her myself. She's my responsibility and my best friend.
HISTORY
As I stated earlier my mother worked in a brothel house. Many different men could have been my father but I identify Suarez Garcia as my father. My little sister was born seventeen months after me and she has her own father. So that's how my family unit was set up. The men didn't live with us obviously but they'd come by every once in a while. When I was six years old, my father took me out to the market to buy jewelry (I remember he paid everything in cash, he didn't even carry a wallet). All of the sudden I see a car drive up and call my father to turn around. When he turns around they fired three shots right in the chest and drove off. Everyone that was supposedly cool with my dad ran away to their homes while my dad was laying in the dirt bleeding to death. I start to cry but he tells me no daughter of his will cry and to get out and go to America. That was probably the last time I ever felt cared for and the last time I was considered "innocent".
Now back to the original story, the people at the brothel wanted new girls for all the pervs that came to the city. They felt like I was at a decent age since most girls my age were already starting a family. Mom would hold them off but one day I overheard her setting up some sort of deal. I can't decide if it was my father's spirit or my conscience who told me to be prepared. That night after I said my prayers I went to the kitchen to grab one of the steak knives and hid it inside one of my stuffed animals. As expected one of the pervs came in my room to wake me and while he least expected it I grabbed the knife and used all of my strength to stab. First in the hand, then in several parts of his back. I run into my sister's room with the bloody knife in hand and tell her to come with me. I remember running downstairs and going to the hall closet to fetch two backpacks: one for me, one for my sister that I packed a couple of days before because of my "paranoia". They were stocked with an outfit for hot weather, an outfit for cold weather, food that'll last maybe a couple of days, weapons in my bag, a couple necessities in hers, and money that I stole overtime from guys my mom would have over. No one can say I wasn't prepared.
My sister and I headed a couple of towns North towards the border. People couldn't help but like my sister so we were lucky because we could couch surf if we got too tired and food whenever we were on the brink of starving. That was probably the hardest couple of months in my life because I had no idea where the hell I was going. I remember this really bad storm was approaching in Tijuana and we literally had nowhere to go. We came across this path that led to this nice house and we planned to use the outhouse as shelter. The further we went in the colder it became and I smelled a somewhat familiar smell... it reminded me of my father. Suddenly we came across plants and I immediately felt like we weren't supposed to be there. I turn to leave and I come face to face with a grown man. I beg for him not to kill us and explain to him that we were just looking for shelter because we ran away from a whore house. The man thought for a while and he invited us to stay under one condition, we had to work in that strange looking place. "Will we have money?" I asked in Spanish. The man grinned and we ended up working there for about four years. We were well fed, well clothed, and pretty much taken care of while learning how to survive on our own. We became close with Maggie and moved with her to America. I owe Maggie and the Giovanni's my life. Without them my sister and I would probably be dead.
[/td][/tr]Now back to the original story, the people at the brothel wanted new girls for all the pervs that came to the city. They felt like I was at a decent age since most girls my age were already starting a family. Mom would hold them off but one day I overheard her setting up some sort of deal. I can't decide if it was my father's spirit or my conscience who told me to be prepared. That night after I said my prayers I went to the kitchen to grab one of the steak knives and hid it inside one of my stuffed animals. As expected one of the pervs came in my room to wake me and while he least expected it I grabbed the knife and used all of my strength to stab. First in the hand, then in several parts of his back. I run into my sister's room with the bloody knife in hand and tell her to come with me. I remember running downstairs and going to the hall closet to fetch two backpacks: one for me, one for my sister that I packed a couple of days before because of my "paranoia". They were stocked with an outfit for hot weather, an outfit for cold weather, food that'll last maybe a couple of days, weapons in my bag, a couple necessities in hers, and money that I stole overtime from guys my mom would have over. No one can say I wasn't prepared.
My sister and I headed a couple of towns North towards the border. People couldn't help but like my sister so we were lucky because we could couch surf if we got too tired and food whenever we were on the brink of starving. That was probably the hardest couple of months in my life because I had no idea where the hell I was going. I remember this really bad storm was approaching in Tijuana and we literally had nowhere to go. We came across this path that led to this nice house and we planned to use the outhouse as shelter. The further we went in the colder it became and I smelled a somewhat familiar smell... it reminded me of my father. Suddenly we came across plants and I immediately felt like we weren't supposed to be there. I turn to leave and I come face to face with a grown man. I beg for him not to kill us and explain to him that we were just looking for shelter because we ran away from a whore house. The man thought for a while and he invited us to stay under one condition, we had to work in that strange looking place. "Will we have money?" I asked in Spanish. The man grinned and we ended up working there for about four years. We were well fed, well clothed, and pretty much taken care of while learning how to survive on our own. We became close with Maggie and moved with her to America. I owe Maggie and the Giovanni's my life. Without them my sister and I would probably be dead.
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the player
ALIAS briana or bria.
YEARS OF EXPERIENCE about four years.
OTHER CHARACTERS none.
HOW'D YOU FIND US? a very nice advertisement.
RP SAMPLE
YEARS OF EXPERIENCE about four years.
OTHER CHARACTERS none.
HOW'D YOU FIND US? a very nice advertisement.
RP SAMPLE
below is a sample of an excerpt from a fanfiction I wrote recently.
The Hogwarts Express started the two minute whistle that warned the students that they will be taking off shortly. Dominique Weasley’s long blond hair flew behind her as the short and petite girl ran to take her seat. She couldn’t believe she was running late all because Victoire forgot her favorite perfume at The Leaky Cauldron and they had to turn all the way around just for that.
“Dominique, Cherie I cannot believe you are thinking of getting on that train without saying goodbye to your family.” Fleur Weasley said sternly to her youngest daughter.
Dominique turned to see her mother, father, Victoire, and younger brother Louis all looking at her as if they wondered what the rush was for. “I just don’t want to be the one to hold everyone up.” Dominique said to her beautiful family. She was still surprised that she could talk to them without blushing because they were all very good looking, even her daddy whose long hair was pulled back into a ponytail as though he was some sort of English rockstar.
“They wouldn’t leave without us, Dommykins.” Victoire said half annoyed. It was just like her to think the show will not go on without her. That’s a trait she got from their mother.
“Okay girls, be nice to each other, be good, and look out for your little brother. We don’t want a repeat of the Black Lake incident.” Bill Weasley said looking down at his twelve year old son.
The girls nodded as their father kissed the both of them on the forehead and mother gave them the biggest hug that her slender body could possibly give. The train whistled once again which made Dominique jump. She turned to her parents and thankfully they acknowledged her distressed face.
“Well off you go then, write us once you’re settled.” Fleur said while adjusting Louis’ outfit one last time.
Once on the train, Dominique immediately searched for a compartment away from her brother and sister but of course she couldn’t find one—that would mean things work out in her favor and things never worked out for her. Submitting to the idea of spending hours with her brother and sister, Dominique slipped into the only compartment available. It was perfect for the three of them and perfection was something like a theme for the Delacour-Weasley family. Dominique removed her small purple “peacoat” as the muggles called it.
“You’re already in your school clothes?” Victoire asked in her annoying stuck up tone.
“Yes…”
“Why, they’ll get all wrinkled. You look like a nerd.”
“Well, Vic-twat has it ever crossed your mind that not everyone cares about something so small as to what other people think of them? But then again it probably hasn’t because you’re as shallow as a kiddy pool.”
Louis let out a chuckle at the twat comment and for the first time all day, Victoire’s perfect face was marred by a frown. “I may be shallow but at least I’ve been kissed.”
“Well lucky for me and the rest of the world success isn’t defined by looks or whether or not you’ve been kissed. How are your grades by the way?”
“You’re a lesbian, I’m sure of it.”
“You’re a slag, I’m sure of it.”
“God, you guys going at it already?” A familiar male voice said. Dominique didn’t even have to look up to know that it was the love of her life, the gorgeous and often misunderstood Teddy Lupin. Before she could even look up properly his solemn figure moved to sit by Victoire as he kissed her on the cheek. Something in Dominique’s heart dropped which made her turn her attention to the ongoing scenery.
Every couple of minutes Dominique would steal a look at Teddy. Everything about him was so perfect. His dark hair always looked as though he just rolled out of bed, his skin was somewhat tanned because he was always outside doing something—even in the summer. Victoire would always comment on his “dark eyes” but to Dominique they resembled a cute and innocent puppy. The first thing people noticed about Teddy Lupin was the whitened hint of scars dashed about his skin and the tired dark circles that “tortured” his face due to his lycanthropy he inherited from his father.
All of that, paired with his devil-may-care attitude is what made Dominique love him the most. The only problem was she didn’t think Teddy saw her the same way she saw him. Perhaps, all he saw was her lack of curves, glasses, and her clothes drowning her. That was usually what all the boys saw which is why she was going into her fifth year never being kissed. Truth is, Dominique was jealous of Victoire. Things always come easy to her older sister which breaks her heart. All the things Dominique hated about her sister were the things she wanted.
The Hogwarts Express started the two minute whistle that warned the students that they will be taking off shortly. Dominique Weasley’s long blond hair flew behind her as the short and petite girl ran to take her seat. She couldn’t believe she was running late all because Victoire forgot her favorite perfume at The Leaky Cauldron and they had to turn all the way around just for that.
“Dominique, Cherie I cannot believe you are thinking of getting on that train without saying goodbye to your family.” Fleur Weasley said sternly to her youngest daughter.
Dominique turned to see her mother, father, Victoire, and younger brother Louis all looking at her as if they wondered what the rush was for. “I just don’t want to be the one to hold everyone up.” Dominique said to her beautiful family. She was still surprised that she could talk to them without blushing because they were all very good looking, even her daddy whose long hair was pulled back into a ponytail as though he was some sort of English rockstar.
“They wouldn’t leave without us, Dommykins.” Victoire said half annoyed. It was just like her to think the show will not go on without her. That’s a trait she got from their mother.
“Okay girls, be nice to each other, be good, and look out for your little brother. We don’t want a repeat of the Black Lake incident.” Bill Weasley said looking down at his twelve year old son.
The girls nodded as their father kissed the both of them on the forehead and mother gave them the biggest hug that her slender body could possibly give. The train whistled once again which made Dominique jump. She turned to her parents and thankfully they acknowledged her distressed face.
“Well off you go then, write us once you’re settled.” Fleur said while adjusting Louis’ outfit one last time.
Once on the train, Dominique immediately searched for a compartment away from her brother and sister but of course she couldn’t find one—that would mean things work out in her favor and things never worked out for her. Submitting to the idea of spending hours with her brother and sister, Dominique slipped into the only compartment available. It was perfect for the three of them and perfection was something like a theme for the Delacour-Weasley family. Dominique removed her small purple “peacoat” as the muggles called it.
“You’re already in your school clothes?” Victoire asked in her annoying stuck up tone.
“Yes…”
“Why, they’ll get all wrinkled. You look like a nerd.”
“Well, Vic-twat has it ever crossed your mind that not everyone cares about something so small as to what other people think of them? But then again it probably hasn’t because you’re as shallow as a kiddy pool.”
Louis let out a chuckle at the twat comment and for the first time all day, Victoire’s perfect face was marred by a frown. “I may be shallow but at least I’ve been kissed.”
“Well lucky for me and the rest of the world success isn’t defined by looks or whether or not you’ve been kissed. How are your grades by the way?”
“You’re a lesbian, I’m sure of it.”
“You’re a slag, I’m sure of it.”
“God, you guys going at it already?” A familiar male voice said. Dominique didn’t even have to look up to know that it was the love of her life, the gorgeous and often misunderstood Teddy Lupin. Before she could even look up properly his solemn figure moved to sit by Victoire as he kissed her on the cheek. Something in Dominique’s heart dropped which made her turn her attention to the ongoing scenery.
Every couple of minutes Dominique would steal a look at Teddy. Everything about him was so perfect. His dark hair always looked as though he just rolled out of bed, his skin was somewhat tanned because he was always outside doing something—even in the summer. Victoire would always comment on his “dark eyes” but to Dominique they resembled a cute and innocent puppy. The first thing people noticed about Teddy Lupin was the whitened hint of scars dashed about his skin and the tired dark circles that “tortured” his face due to his lycanthropy he inherited from his father.
All of that, paired with his devil-may-care attitude is what made Dominique love him the most. The only problem was she didn’t think Teddy saw her the same way she saw him. Perhaps, all he saw was her lack of curves, glasses, and her clothes drowning her. That was usually what all the boys saw which is why she was going into her fifth year never being kissed. Truth is, Dominique was jealous of Victoire. Things always come easy to her older sister which breaks her heart. All the things Dominique hated about her sister were the things she wanted.
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