Post by Scheherazade Al'Hariz on Jan 22, 2008 0:38:58 GMT -5
Username: Esmerelda {Call me Chicken}
Name: Scheherazade Al'Hariz {'Zade for short}
Representing: Esmerelda
History: 'Zade was born some sixteen years ago to parents Omar and Amina Al'Hariz. Her family has moved around a lot, but she and her extended family all stick together through thick and thin. The French-Saudi-Arabian family are no strangers to rumors and prejudice; some notorious criminals and prostitutes come from the family line. However, 'Zade grew up in an atmosphere of resilience and pride, despite anything other people might say.
Unlike the vast majority of her family, 'Zade grew up an only child. However, she has always been extremely close to her cousins, so that hardly mattered. Never the less her status as an only child gave her parents the funds to allow her to start taking dance lessons at an early age. Scheherazade learned a rich combination of traditional ballet and belly dancing, ballet from paid instructors, belly dancing from her Auntie Zira. Over the years she came to develop her own style like nothing ever seen before. Her cousin Clopin also taught her a few of his magic tricks, giving her things like smoke bombs and such for birthdays.
'Zade started highschool, and made the dance team with ease, becoming fast friends with Jasmine, Belle, and Wendy. Despite her differences from many of the other girls at school, Scheherazade has come up in school society very well.
Picture:
Likes:
+ Dance
+ Quasimodo
+ Her aunties' cooking
+ Riding motorcycles
+ Learning new magic tricks
+ Her heritage
+ Bubble tea
+ Sports
+ Acting, theatre
+ Satire
+ Comedy movies
Dislikes:
+ Claude Frollo
+ Shallow people
+ Authority
+ Prejudiced people
+ Homophobia
+ Racism
+ Being estimated as unintelligent
+ Ignorance
+ Stupidity
+ Music you can't dance to
RP Sample:It was really starting to get on Peppo's nerves how impossible the song Chop Suey was to get unstuck from her head. Most of the blood that was on the palms and tops of her hands had come off now, leaving behind some residual staining that would be dealt with later. Now the real pain was the stuff that had stuck itself under her fingernails that had been claws, and irritatingly congealed in between her fingers. Small lines outlined in brownish red refused to go away, but Peppo continued scrubbing diligently, no particular expression on what people who knew her long list of ethnicities called a "mutt's" features.
This did not change when the door on the St. Lucian's side banged open to reveal a blood-splattered blonde girl who Peppo recognized. She'd seen her now and again, but they'd never spoken. Peppo's roommate from last year had mentioned her once, Peppo recalled, if it was indeed the same person. Something about some sap who said something stupid getting shoved so hard into a counter at a pizza joint their skull got f**ked up. Whatever. Not hard for a vampire to do that, was it? This quick flitting of half-remembered information that Peppo didn't take the time to organize went on behind a fairly impassive expression and inside a head that didn't turn more than a fraction of an inch.
The look the bloodstained blonde sent her before proceeding to a sink sent a hard, unyielding message of dominance that was very plainly stated for easy understanding, no questions asked. Peppo almost raised an eyebrow, but decided to kill the impulse before the brainwave made it to her face. The gesture was unnecessary, and while the look didn't exactly strike fear into Peppo's heart, nor did it ensure automatic compliance, but it wasn't intrusive enough to require a response. It would actually come off as pretty stupid to respond at all, actually. So, Peppo went on scrubbing her hands. Her bloodstains actually looked pretty rudimentary in comparison to Bloody Blonde, as Peppo had decided to call her. Not really sure why, Peppo dropped her dark brown eyes to her sink when she saw Bloody Blonde's flit up to a mirror, then swiveled sideways just in time to meet blue ones making a hard turn in her direction. A slight show of submission, then a test of the waters with a hint of insubordination.
"Hey."
BB had spoken first. Peppo was somehow not surprised. She didn't drop her eyes just yet, and had a little time in which the general time limit of what constituted as just looking and what constituted as staring was reached, so she just went on scrubbing her hands, waited the appropriate time and replied with a reciprocal, "hey." In order to avoid any bullnuts snide comments like asking whether she was a parrot lycan (which would just be obscene, considering the fact that turning into a panther was just sick), Peppo decided to supply a different bit of speech. However, nothing that didn't sound excessive or idiotic came to her, so she kept her mouth shut.
Experience: Three years.
Why do you think you deserve this character: Because I'm fabulous. ^^
Name: Scheherazade Al'Hariz {'Zade for short}
Representing: Esmerelda
History: 'Zade was born some sixteen years ago to parents Omar and Amina Al'Hariz. Her family has moved around a lot, but she and her extended family all stick together through thick and thin. The French-Saudi-Arabian family are no strangers to rumors and prejudice; some notorious criminals and prostitutes come from the family line. However, 'Zade grew up in an atmosphere of resilience and pride, despite anything other people might say.
Unlike the vast majority of her family, 'Zade grew up an only child. However, she has always been extremely close to her cousins, so that hardly mattered. Never the less her status as an only child gave her parents the funds to allow her to start taking dance lessons at an early age. Scheherazade learned a rich combination of traditional ballet and belly dancing, ballet from paid instructors, belly dancing from her Auntie Zira. Over the years she came to develop her own style like nothing ever seen before. Her cousin Clopin also taught her a few of his magic tricks, giving her things like smoke bombs and such for birthdays.
'Zade started highschool, and made the dance team with ease, becoming fast friends with Jasmine, Belle, and Wendy. Despite her differences from many of the other girls at school, Scheherazade has come up in school society very well.
Picture:
Likes:
+ Dance
+ Quasimodo
+ Her aunties' cooking
+ Riding motorcycles
+ Learning new magic tricks
+ Her heritage
+ Bubble tea
+ Sports
+ Acting, theatre
+ Satire
+ Comedy movies
Dislikes:
+ Claude Frollo
+ Shallow people
+ Authority
+ Prejudiced people
+ Homophobia
+ Racism
+ Being estimated as unintelligent
+ Ignorance
+ Stupidity
+ Music you can't dance to
RP Sample:It was really starting to get on Peppo's nerves how impossible the song Chop Suey was to get unstuck from her head. Most of the blood that was on the palms and tops of her hands had come off now, leaving behind some residual staining that would be dealt with later. Now the real pain was the stuff that had stuck itself under her fingernails that had been claws, and irritatingly congealed in between her fingers. Small lines outlined in brownish red refused to go away, but Peppo continued scrubbing diligently, no particular expression on what people who knew her long list of ethnicities called a "mutt's" features.
This did not change when the door on the St. Lucian's side banged open to reveal a blood-splattered blonde girl who Peppo recognized. She'd seen her now and again, but they'd never spoken. Peppo's roommate from last year had mentioned her once, Peppo recalled, if it was indeed the same person. Something about some sap who said something stupid getting shoved so hard into a counter at a pizza joint their skull got f**ked up. Whatever. Not hard for a vampire to do that, was it? This quick flitting of half-remembered information that Peppo didn't take the time to organize went on behind a fairly impassive expression and inside a head that didn't turn more than a fraction of an inch.
The look the bloodstained blonde sent her before proceeding to a sink sent a hard, unyielding message of dominance that was very plainly stated for easy understanding, no questions asked. Peppo almost raised an eyebrow, but decided to kill the impulse before the brainwave made it to her face. The gesture was unnecessary, and while the look didn't exactly strike fear into Peppo's heart, nor did it ensure automatic compliance, but it wasn't intrusive enough to require a response. It would actually come off as pretty stupid to respond at all, actually. So, Peppo went on scrubbing her hands. Her bloodstains actually looked pretty rudimentary in comparison to Bloody Blonde, as Peppo had decided to call her. Not really sure why, Peppo dropped her dark brown eyes to her sink when she saw Bloody Blonde's flit up to a mirror, then swiveled sideways just in time to meet blue ones making a hard turn in her direction. A slight show of submission, then a test of the waters with a hint of insubordination.
"Hey."
BB had spoken first. Peppo was somehow not surprised. She didn't drop her eyes just yet, and had a little time in which the general time limit of what constituted as just looking and what constituted as staring was reached, so she just went on scrubbing her hands, waited the appropriate time and replied with a reciprocal, "hey." In order to avoid any bullnuts snide comments like asking whether she was a parrot lycan (which would just be obscene, considering the fact that turning into a panther was just sick), Peppo decided to supply a different bit of speech. However, nothing that didn't sound excessive or idiotic came to her, so she kept her mouth shut.
Experience: Three years.
Why do you think you deserve this character: Because I'm fabulous. ^^
