Post by voldemort on Jul 11, 2009 0:27:16 GMT -7
THEODORAHELENADECICCO
your halo is slipping down to choke you.
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[/color]your halo is slipping down to choke you.
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• FULL NAME, theodora helena decicco
• NICKNAMES, theo, teddy, dora.
• DATE OF BIRTH, december forth, 1988
• GENDER, broad
• ETHNICITY, italian, cuban , american
• RELIGION, agnostic
• SEXUALITY, heterosexual
• OCCUPATION, bartender
• MEMBER GROUP, resident
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• HEIGHT & WEIGHT, 5'4'' & 119lbs
• PIERCINGS & TATTOOS, several tattoos. nose ring though removed at times.
• FASHION SENSE, theo is a casual dresser though one with style. she's fine in jeans and pants or shorts, but she does have the occasional dress or suit in her closet that sets off her curves even more. she doesn't exactly deplore shopping, but she likes to get in and out of the stores which means she's nothing near a shopaholic name-brand whore.
• DISTINGUISHING FEATURES, most likely her most distinguishing feature would probabl be her dimples. they're defining and seemingly deep which gives her smile a less harmful appearance.
• PLAYED BY, freja beha erichsen
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• LIKES, chaos , change , fun , food , new things , smells , small pets , vibrant flowers , tea , parmesan anything , cherries , music , action movies , punching bags, boxing, wrestling, singing , music, bartending , men , sex , money , being in control, shopping for weapons, running in the rain , tube tops , watching movies at twelve o clock in the morning exactly , the phrase "i'll get you and your little friend too." , using said phrase in response to everything , moving furniture , jumping on her bed , changing the channel.
• DISLIKES, being man-handled , being babied , not knowing things prior to , losing valuables , getting 'boo-boos' , authority , the sound of plates hitting tables , most women , the conquest , being distracted/losing focus , breaking nails , stubbing her toes , being provoked to curse viciously , people's stupid rules , new people , being abandoned , broken promises , being taken advantage of , not being able to sleep , really bright colors in clothes , geeks ( carlisle ) , poodles and yorkies , any flying bug.
• TURN-ONS, straight teeth , a little chin stubble , bad boys , hot bod , motorcycles .
• FEARS, incarceration, being alone.
• SECRETS, is a really fun and loving girl once you get past all the hardcore kickass motivation to fight and destroy.
• HABITS/QUIRKS, staring off into space, sucking her teeth, tapping her fingers, snorting, slamming things.
• PERSONALITY, theodora is the type of person you'll soon regret running into; she brings nothing but bad news as well as trouble wherever she goes. the first impression is simply put as rough and tumble-y, but there are plenty of more elaborate definitions to describe this troublesome woman. she isn't cold as ice or brutally discreet with her feelings, but how she expresses them is entirely different. despite her demeanor, theo is fairly accepting towards new faces - however rude and demeaning her tones of voice may come off as. as known in the past, she's one of those 'women scorned' that everyone attempts to avoid. having reached maturity she has grown out of that 'i'm bitchier then you and your mom' stage and gained an impulse to value certain collectibles. truth-be-told, teddy is immature in some of her actions; mature in most, but excited and adventurous like any five-year-old. although she isn't keen to the party scene and would much rather stay home, you could not be mistaken for seeing her on a dance floor with a hardcore drink in her hand. when theo partied she partied hard and properly, but she wasn't the type to get picked up at a bar - most of the time. if she's having fun, theodora is set and content, but give her something boring to occupy her time and she is the complete devil's incarnate of her original self. snappy, testy, bitchy, rude, whining - these words all describe her attitude when her time isn't occupied by something amusing to her.
another thing that theo is known for is her fondness for calling the tough guys by nicknames. lulu, baby, sweetheart, and anything that could not be less favored by a male. it's like she's innocent when it's obvious she's not. being complex is an understatement with her. theo is slightly narcissistic, but she isn't dumb about it; she knows every move she makes is simply for the bettering of herself. back to the adventurous part of her, she's not afraid of a challenge ( she welcomes then in fact ) and is severely danger prone. if anyone was to get caught up with the police it would definitely be theodora. on the good side she was charismatic and charming with that homely feeling that seethed warmth and desire. there wasn't a standoffish aura to her unless she felt the will to be standoffish. something that no one would accept would be the issue that she speaks her mind and won't hold her tounge unless she knows of consequences that might hinder her performance.
this woman is one of those sweet girls gone raw, honestly. she has an addiction to violence and physical contact and seeks for violence more then the contact. she has that sadistic menace about her that completely distorts her sweetheart judgment. speaking of judgment. she is somewhat judgmental and if you leave a bad impression the second meeting would have to be one hell of a good job. it's instinctual, her will for contact, but not chosen because of the fact that she had never been a people person to be honest. people weren't her thing, in general, but she always seemed to manage with the guys and seldom a chick. in addition to tall this she is fairly defiant and challenging to any and everyone. she loves pushing people past their limits on occasion because it gives her a sense of immense power. she's been known to pout a lot and she's really hard to conquer even with the easiest things.
having been molded into something entirely different her entire life, theodora is fairly confused with her own personality. to be a bitch or not the be a bitch, that is the question at hand when she's around people. she will always have her moments of snappiness, but to be honest she's not really the bitchy type. she prefers being silent and deadly and on occasion loud and obnoxious. from past experiences, being a bitch brought no fun to your life because soon everyone knew what you were capable of since you failed to keep a low profile. theo is an undercover dork, but nothing in a bad way; she's just hopelessly awkward. she says the weirdest things at the weirdest times, often has weird and spur of the moment movements, and she is so passionate when enraged it's scary. the woman is quick to dismiss those that lose her interest ( something very hard to keep ) and in the end she's just an innocent little devil wandering around the world aimlessly.
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• HOMETOWN,
• PARENTS, james decicco, forty-two, businessman.
svetlana eloise decicco, thirty-eight, housewife
• SIBLINGS, nada.
• OTHER SIGNIFICANT PEOPLE, tba
• HISTORY, money, clothes, pimps and hoes ? the perfect lifestyle, correct ? with two people like svetlana and james this was their hell and heaven in a nutshell. svetlana was the perfect wife being gorgeous, charismatic, and a harvard lawschool graduate. not everyone married gold-digging floozies. she was model material, eloquent, with the most adoring australian accent available to humanity. being of royal blood and selling drugs on the side, he was all set and with his homely player's attitude the last thing on svetlana's mind. however, when their paths crossed there was nothing more convenient for either of the two. to cut things short, she was putty in his hands and he in hers; both the epitome of herculean beauty behind the mindset of one another. they dated for a while and, although he wanted differently, she continued to work at her law firm. there's that independent woman for you. about seven months into the relationship, they got reckless with their sexual cravings and had sex unprotected -- go figure. unknowing, svetlana was pregnant for two and a half months without even noticing. the mood swings, sickness, and hunger was ignored by james because he himself was hardly home to notice; not to mention he would most likely be in denial about that aspect of the situation.
it wasn't until it was way too late to get an abortion and her stomach cavity stretched beyond food intake that she fully accepted that she might be pregnant. to be honest, the call to her lover wasn't easy because she knew how he could be with things like this and his temper was something she both adored and feared. like expected, james wasn't fond of not being able to terminate the pregnancy but he didn't entirely bail out. they spoke more on it when he dropped by her home the following night. he accepted full responsibility for 'ownership' of the child, but his mind was still doing back flips. never had he wanted children and best believe svetlana wasn't too fond of those either - they considered adoption but to no avil. she knew she wouldn't be able to go through with it once the child was born. she was born on a sunday evening, twelve o' clock exactly, on december forth. theodora helena decicco -- she was of fallen beauty with her locks of brown and her melting chocolate stare.
they fell in love with her and when her first years rolled around, they found it fit to get married just for her sake - neither accepted commitment either despite the fact that they were set in stone with love. yes, theodora was born with a silver spoon in her mouth because either parent let her feet touch the ground until those walking years started ( and even then they only did it on occasion to help her learn the ropes ); svetlana became a housewife, tending to her child rather then her business. her husband became the breadwinner, but she didn't have an issue with that simply because his money was just as good as her own and even more. it wasn't until middle school started that she realized how much of a bitch she was -- going to a prestigious italian academy had it's quirks. she got what she wanted, but gained little attention from the female and way too much from the male. apparently it was money over hoes. this was about the time she became extremely interested with the male sex; a small nympho if you please. the only thing she cared about was being surprised in the setting. why ? well because this little princess had the attention span of a five year old.
theodora can't remember the last time she actually went through the displays of having an relationship because she couldn't guarantee herself to one person. if she had offers she was more then obligated to test them out, that was just how she felt. this meant that theo never truly had the pleasure of feeling heartbroken or knowing what it felt like to be denied. love wasn't an aspect in life. sex and money were. by the end of high school dora had slept with all the worthy guys on the down low, but their girlfriends never did take a liking to her after that and she skipped out on the college experience simply because she wanted to travel abroad. by twenty-two she had visited germany, england, brazil, argentina, and plenty more -- the only place she had really never been entitled to was the birthplace of her mother. canada. because she was curious it was the easiest thing to do when she finished all of her other travels.
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[/size][/font]• NAME/ALIAS, kanaya
• OTHER CHARACTERS, blah
• ROLEPLAY SAMPLE,EVERY LIVING SOUL HAD that one precious time of day that proved to be soothing, time-consuming, and direly waited for. The dreaded part about the start of these times is that they always seemed to follow up after sleep and those horrid dreams of reality and folktales. A cold sweat and that foreboding afterthought that proved to be just as bad as the true nightmare. Not to mention the headache you got afterward trying to decipher the twists and turns of your own impossible mind. These things were easily placed as a couple of situations that Rhy disliked above all. The woman gradually woke when the clock struck eleven thirty and she ran a hand through her dark-blonde tendrils with a yawn; her arms stretching in the air as she pulled the covers off of her body. Provided that she hadn't slept most of the day away, she got up obligingly ( or as much as a half-sleep person could ) while slipping out of her bed onto her wooden floors. From the balcony you could clearly see the indigo sky and it's crystal lights beaming in from her open double doors. Those of which she could have sworn she closed before she fell asleep. None-the-less she shuffled over on her bare toes, pulling down the corners of her underwear and shifting her tank top with a groan. For a short period she marveled, no inhaled, the scenic view given to her leaning into the doors as she tried to pick out certain stars. To no avail, she promptly shut the doors and wandered over to her nightstand. After checking the time once, twice, and even three times she finally satisfied herself with the conclusion that she had been sleeping for the majority of this daring day. Rhy didn't usually sleep that long, but she hadn't had a 'ray of sunshine' strike of luck this particular day. With that unexpected call from her brother, Arterioles, and the impromptu message he had left in her head. Conscience told her never to remind herself of it again, but curiosity had always killed the cat and the bird and anything else naive enough to follow danger - just like her. He spoke of danger, illusive predators hidden in our field of daisies. The proverbial lion and lamb; the wolf in sheep's clothing. Anyone else would have caught irregular chills at his explosive and detail demonstration, but that only fueled her to go at it more.
Arterioles always had been foolishly imaginative. There wasn't any mythical creatures out there, were there ?
After dangling her tanned legs on the bed, she slipped off back to the ground and proceeded towards the bathroom with her prancing dance of a walk. Grabbing a cloth from the linen closet, she slipped into the room and shut the door behind her - discarding her clothes on her way to the glass shower doors. Rhy loved the comfort she felt behind those glass doors with the steam rising up into the pillars of her home. Those benign hands felt against the cool, metal grips of the nozzle as she turned the water onto a warm temperature and stepped into the shallow 'pool' of water. Rhy grabbed a bar of her scented strawberry soap with one hand, the other bringing the beige cloth to the water and soap in an attempt to lather the hygienic items into one. She completely engulfed her body in the fragrant suds, lifting her hair up as she went about cleaning her neck and upper back, and realizing it was useless not getting her hair wet. It was nearly soaked in a matter of minutes and she completed her essential procedure of cleansing her body. Rhy let the water run down her for a while, closing her eyes and breathing in the relaxing scent of clean as if it were an aroma relaxant. Slowly she turned off the water, stepping into the cool room with a nervous shiver - the worst part about ending the warm feeling of a shower was the temperature difference in the room afterward. A white towel lay draped over a handle fell into her possession as she wrapped it around her body and tied it into itself to keep it from falling. Then, picking up her discarded clothes and bundling them up against her chest, she waltzed back into her bedroom. A glance at the clock reminded her that time wasn't her friend, but she really didn't act for anyone so it bothered her little. One fifteen am read on the digital numbers as she dropped her clothes into a sideline hamper and moved over to open her dresser. A pair of laced low rise hipster underwear and a bra to match and she quickly closed the drawer, wandering over to her closet with a sluggish step. Already she knew what would be the perfect ensemble for her. Shoving the sliding doors open, she pulled off a pair of bleached, skinny jeans and a brown and beige shirt she had yet to wear. Yeah, you thought she was going to pull out a freakum dress correct ? We're talking about a bar trip here people, she wasn't going to party.
Rhy pulled her hair from inside her shirt and fluffed it out behind her, the dampness nearly gone while she sauntered back into the bathroom. Toothbrush to teeth and a ten minute scrub, mouthwash, and a brush to her hair left her with pearly whites and a ponytail. Deodorant, obviously, and she left the bathroom to make one final trip to her room - grabbing her purse and slipping her phone into the side pocket. She turned off the light and maneuvered her way downstairs, stopping at the refrigerator and picking up a container of orange juice ; guzzling it from the top like some insane bastard. What she really needed was a couple of shots of liquor because she wasn't in the mood for relaxation and situation handling. As the woman grabbed her keys and locked her house up, she realized she was carrying much more then she needed and she opened back up her house to set the purse somewhere on the couch after removing a couple of bills and setting them in her back pocket. That and her credit card. Satisfied she left, enduring the short ride to the bar while listening to some music on the radio. Saving Abel's addicted played and she hummed the lyrics to that song for the majority of the ride, up until it passed and she pulled into the parking lot with Break the ice lingering on her lips; the clock read exactly two 'o' clock. Leave it to Rhy to go to the most dangerous bar for a woman and go against her brother's wishes, but she wanted to go somewhere she felt comfortable and danger made her tingle. Opening the doors, she ignored the pompous freaks that found it an impulse to breathe their sour, rum-harbored breath on her and speak sultry tones of savored lies. Ignorant fools. The intricate patterns on the walls and the decor would've been marveled at if there hadn't been bastards clouding her vision.
Rhy curled her lip up, shoving her arm into the chest of one pink-mohawked guy that had been leaning onto her while slurring at her obliviously. Those cries of protest were ignored as she sat at the bar and smiled graciously at the tender. "HEY ROB. LEMME HAVE A LONG ISLAND ICED TEA." he smiled back at her and nodded, moving down the ways to concoct her favorite drink up within a matter of seconds. As the glass clanked onto the wooden platform, she gripped the icy cold container with her nimble fingers while reaching into her back pocket and slipping a bill onto the counter for the tender. ` YOU KNOW YOU DON'T REALLY HAVE TO PAY, RHY, YOU'RE ALWAYS THE ONLY DIGNIFIED WOMAN HERE. ' Rob announced and she snorted, rolling her brown eyes. "JUST SHUT UP AND TAKE THE DAMN MONEY, ROB. " she hissed, turning around as she sipped a little of her drink - surveying the crowd of goons and goblins. The same old story, same old avenue. Rhy crossed her legs, tapping her brown flip flops against the wooden stool chairs and she almost groaned out loud when she noticed that the music playing was exactly the kind of crap that made her want to break someone's neck - ridiculous. "ROB, GIV-" she began, but as her hand moved to lay out flat in the air the straw already hit her hand. She turned her head slowly, he smiled and shook his head while attending to his other customers. A shrug settled the straw into her cup and she twirled it around in the mug for a moment. It was out of habit, that she did this not etiquette. Whenever she got bored, she had to do something to keep her occupied and at a place like this she could only stir her damn drink; everyone always felt it mandatory to hit on her rather then hit her.
