Post by Angela Lucretia Sarid on Dec 18, 2012 18:28:14 GMT -5
ANGELA
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[/color] Angela Lucretia SaridCharacter Name;;
Nicknames;;[/color] Angie
Race;;[/color] Nephilim
Gender;;[/color] Female
Age;;[/color] 28
Sexuality;;[/color] Bisexual (but leans more toward women)
Place of Birth;;[/color] Carford
Birthday;;[/color] 10th October 1984
Occupation;;[/color] Unemployed
Descended From;;[/color] Direct Descendant of a Fallen of Wisdom.
Power;;[/color] Plant Manipulation
Requested Level;;[/color] Uhhh... hmm... 19? I dun' really mind. :3
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Hair Colour;;[/color] Brown
Eye Colour;;[/color] Dark blue/green
Height;;[/color] 5' 8"
Weight;;[/color] 130lbs
Build/Complexion;;[/color] Angela has pale skin, and is a fairly tall, slender woman.
Description;;[/color] Angela has long, dark, wavy hair that she normally just wears loose. She'll rarely tie it up, or do anything with it really, unless she's making a very large effort for something. She has eyes the color of the sea, varying from deep blue to green depending on her mood. She wears minimal makeup. She doesn't really see a point in the stuff, if it just makes a mess and takes time to apply.
She won't really dress up for anything. Nothing at all. She'd probably turn up to her own wedding wearing jeans and a t-shirt. She'll wear what she's comfortable in, end of story. Screw its actual appearance. She'll wear what she wants to wear. Most likely, you'll catch her wearing tight-ish jeans and a light, flowing top, with flip-flops or sneakers on her feet.
She'll always walk with a spring in her step. A happy little spring wherever she walks. It makes her hair bounce nicely. And then, she can turn it into a little sort of dance that she likes to think makes people happy. Happiness is infectious, after all. Or is that laughter? Either way, she hopes to make people happier just by her general aura.[/blockquote]
Likes;;[/color]
- Plants
- Jeans
- Her powers
- Her father
- Making people happy
- Art
Dislikes;;[/color]
- Violence
- Prejudice
- Tea
- Makeup
- Upsetting others
- Sadness in general
Fears;;[/color]
- Being Murdered
- Somehow losing her powers
- The death of another relative
Ambitions;;[/color]
- See the end of the war
- Be able to settle down somewhere
- Finally find a job that she likes enough to keep
Secrets;;[/color]
- She's unable to stick with a job
- She doesn't mind living in a warzone despite her feelings about war
- She's sometimes too child-like for her own good
Personality;;[/color] Angela is, put plainly, a free spirit. There's just no other way to describe her. She goes where she pleases, does what she wishes, and meets with whom she wants. She's a dreamer, and a pacifist. This is sometimes good, and sometimes bad. Occasionally, it leads her to making promises that she can't keep, and upsetting others, which she hates. However, it's good when she's looking for a bit of peace and quiet, which is rather rare, but still.
She's very playful. She likes to have fun, mostly with her powers. When she's bored, she'll start growing plants to use when she starts spontaneously decorating places. Ooh, that's something else she likes to do. She likes to redecorate, as she's very artsy. She'll redecorate a place at least once every time she visits it. She thinks that it'd be monotonous and boring keeping it the same.
But anyway, back to her being playful. She can get rather mischievous at times, if she doesn't have something to keep her occupied. She'll make things to do. Whether these are... shall we say... socially acceptable or not, you may take that as you will. She's got a go-with-the-flow attitude; normally she'll accept something with little or no questions asked, unless it's something that could demean her values.
She can get pretty childish at times. She has a rather young mind anyway, and doesn't understand some of the more grown up concepts, such as the war that's raging between Carford and Alderres. She just wonders why people who have never even met have to fight all the time, why everyone can't just get along. Because of this, she has a burning desire to see the war end, whether it be her or someone close to her that ends it or not.
When Angie is angry, it won't immediately be obvious unless you know her really well. She'll try to be her normal, happy, cheery self, but there might be things that'll give it away. For example, if she's holding something, she'll hold it tighter or put it down with quite a bit of force. If she's messing with her powers, instead of it being pretty little flowers like she normally does, it'll be something that might possibly cause a bit of damage, like vines or a Venus Flytrap or something.
Most of the time, though, this side doesn't come through at all. Angie intensely dislikes negative emotions, and will rarely put herself in a position that might cause her to feel them unless she isn't thinking about it. Overall, she's what some might describe as a "hippie"; that is, very free-spirited, adaptable, submissive - just a pleasant person to be around.
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History;;[/color] Angela was born to Moriel and Mary Sarid in the year 1984, with one older brother named Christopher. Family life when she was young was about as comfortable as it could get, really - she might have been a little bit easily pleased, but so what? She had a lovely mother, a wonderful father and a... brother. Okay, joke. She loved her brother really.
However, there was a war beginning, and Carford wasn't really an ideal place for children to live. It could possibly get dangerous, and not much was known about how many casualties there would be in this war. So, when Angela was nine, her mother and father decided to send her and her brother to live in Sweden. Just for... safekeeping, if you will.
Her mother accompanied her and her brother. She stayed in Sweden with them for a total of five years, until Angela turned fourteen. Then, Mary must have decided that Angela and Christopher were old enough to take care of themselves, because she left for Carford again. That was cool by Angela. Sure, she missed her parents, but she had a bit of leeway when it came to what she was allowed to do and who she was allowed to see. It wasn't like Christopher was her father or anything.
So, she spent a lot of high school doing whatever it was she wanted. Sure, she made sure that she studied enough so that she could actually graduate high school, but most of the time, she was able to remember what she needed without breaking a sweat.
So, she graduated and then thought about going home. She really did miss her mother and her father. But there was such a big, wide world out there. And Angela had seen none of it! Now, that just wouldn't do, would it? How incredibly boring was that?
So she ended up travelling around Europe for a while, trying to "find herself", to use an awful, cliched term like that. It was during this time that she discovered she had a deeper attraction to females than males, although she could still go for a nice guy.
She got a ton of jobs. She never kept any of them. You name it; she's probably done it. She's had times where she was a fashion designer; she's been a singer before...heck, the list continues. She even took a year of classes to become a pastry chef. But none of these really appealed to her so much that she stuck with them.
Besides, it was during this time, in 2002, that Mary died of a brain aneurysm. Angela was heartbroken. She returned to Carford for a little while to be with her father, because she knew that he needed the support at that moment in time. However, she returned to Norway, where she was currently staying.
She traveled for a little while longer. Seeing the sights, learning new things, meeting new people. But then, she realized that she kind of missed Carford, and the simplicity of life that she'd had as a child. Why couldn't she have that again? Besides, the whole warzone thing would be less dangerous now that she was a grown woman, surely.
So, here she is, in Carford once again. She doesn't know what living in a warzone might bring, but hey. It's a warzone. There's bound to be some interesting things, right?
Town Request;;[/color] Please add her to my everlasting list of Carfordonians, because she's Mori's daughter. :3
Role-Play Sample;;[/color] A park bench isn't really somewhere that one would expect to catch a young nephilim hanging upside down. It was public, for one thing, and very conspicuous. The girl was splayed all over it; her feet perched on the back of the bench and her head hanging off of it, the ends of her brown hair curling when they hit the ground. She wouldn't normally have been here, not at this time during the day and without her paintball gun.
The sky was just beginning to turn red, the sun was beginning to set. Kids were going home, all wrapped up in scarves and gloves and padded coats. Natesa? Laid on a park bench, with just a t-shirt covering her upper arms and a scarf around her neck. She didn't really feel the cold. She only really felt it if it got into the negatives. And, as she found when she checked her phone, it wasn't into the negatives. It was still a little nippy, though. She'd have to coerce Helo into buying her a coat.
She honestly didn't know what she was doing here. Maybe she was... thinking? Yeah. Looking at the sky and... thinking. About her mother? No. Hah. Natesa didn't know what the word "mother" meant anymore. Besides, even if she had been thinking about Belinda, she would have been looking down. She was in hell, no doubt about it.
She still couldn't believe that her mother, her mother, would do something like that and then keep it a secret for the rest of her life. And then actually having to hear what she;d done from those who suffered most from her course of action? Yowch. That'd stung slightly. That, and the fact that, oh hey, she wasn't good enough to know that she had an older brother.
Maybe that was why she'd come to the park. To just... think. Let the thoughts flow. To get back to who she normally was. Natesa Mayjor, the world's craziest teen. Well, hey, she was hanging upside down. Maybe sadness didn't make her completely sane after all.
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