Post by izzy on May 28, 2011 22:06:13 GMT -5
ESMERALDA NURI GABOR
FULL NAME: Esmeralda Nuri Gabor
NICK NAME: Esme
AGE: Twenty
GRADE OR OCCUPATION: College Sophmore;;Dancer
ORIENTATION: Heterosexual
FACE CLAIM: Megan Fox
EYE COLOR: Green
HAIR COLOR: Black
HEIGHT AND WEIGHT: Five feet six inches. One hundred and twenty pounds.
DESCRIPTION:
The first thing most people notice about Esmeralda, especially men, is her beauty. She has striking green eyes that contrast extremely from her naturally tanned skin and raven hair. Her lips are almost always colored with her favorite red lipstick. However, her beauty is only skin deep and far from her defining feature. It doesn't take long for a person to also notice her intense expressions. Like how she can go from a playful and entrancing smirk to a passionately angry scowl in mere seconds. Esmeralda's beauty is effortless which makes it even more captivating. However, to her it is simply a tool used when she performs.
Like any dancer, Esme is the epitome of grace and fluid motion. When she dances it's hypnotizing and her acrobatic moves have even managed to get her out of a few situations. Because of her profession she has a lean and lithe body that can appear deceivingly fragile. Surprisingly, Esmeralda is quite strong and can easily hold her own in a fight. But growing up on the streets has taught her the ability to act tough when needed and like a damsel when there is the promise of money.
Esmeralda's fashion very much revolves around her performance and looking her best. Her dresses aren't exactly the type of clothing you would wear to church but they are not something you could get arrested for wearing in public. Though she has more of an active and tomboy personality, she is most often found in her dresses. Her dancing dresses are often brighter and tighter than her casual wear. Around town Esme prefers jeans and a shirt or just sweat pants.
PERSONALITY:
"I don't see any monster lines. Maybe Frollo's wrong about the both of us."
Esmeralda takes the saying don't judge a book by it's cover to heart. She believes there is no single social decree that states what a person must or must not be. Growing up in Paris she was used to being called the derogatory term Gypsy and often treated as such. People expected her to be a thief and a con artist. Men often expected other things from her. Esmeralda fought against those prejudices and learned that stereotypes against others were just as ignorant. Over time she has learned some of the people the world seems to shun can be the kindest and most interesting human beings out there. Likewise she has a special disgust for those who are ruled by their ignorances and degrade others due to assumptions.
"So there's ten of you and one of me. What's a poor girl to do?"
Damsel in distress isn't a title anyone would use to describe Esmeralda. Granted she is not superwoman and can't always save the day by herself. Esmeralda is never out of friends who are willing to lend a hand when she is in need. However, she doesn't rely on the assistance of others. Esmeralda typically can talk or fight, if needed, her way out of any jam. Sometimes even into ones. Her sass and attitude may be charming, but it can cause many people to dislike her. Esmeralda's greatest asset is the fact that she is streetwise. She isn't naive enough to believe that everyone is her friend or that she can take on the world by herself. That doesn't mean she won't try to when moved to though.
"This is beautiful. Oh, if I could do this, you wouldn't find me dancing in the streets for coins."
Anyone who has seen Esmeralda dance knows she is talented. Especially since she had no formal training growing up, just whatever her mother and the other Romas could teach her. However, it's far from Esmeralda's life passion. And she is very humble about her abilities. If someone comments on it she rarely says more than it's just a job. To her it's like any other college student's part time job and one day she won't have to do it anymore. Esmeralda has a great respect for artist and teaching professions. If she had the talent, she would happily spend her days creating things. If she had the educational background a career in special education or criminal justice would also suffice.
"I know what you were 'imagining'."
Esmeralda isn't a fool and she certainly isn't ignorant of her reflection in the mirror. She's used to men looking at her and often assuming she is within their reach simply because she is a gypsy. However, traveler cultures have the highest morality rules upon their young women. Despite how she may appear to some cultures, Esme is far from available to men. The character she embodies on the dance floor is simply a character and in no way a piece of her personality. Men bold enough to approach her rudely are often met with a disgusted and mean side of her. Esme is known for her quick temper and sarcastic comments when angered. Easily, Esmeralda can admit she gets along better with women then men, but she has an affinity for men who are kind and respect her.
"You mistreat this poor boy the same way you mistreat my people. You speak of justice, yet you are cruel to those most in need of your help!"
The surest way to get Esmeralda to hate you with a passion is to support any type of inequality. After growing up persecuted for just being a gypsy, she hates to see injustice towards anyone. Esmeralda may not be able to take on the world alone, but this is one of those times she will try to. It doesn't matter if she is alone against a crowd, she will stand up for those who need her help the most. In the same vein she is attracted to those who are different or have similar views on equality. Clearly, being different is not off putting to Esme and she gravitates towards those who are. It is typically the cookie cutter type of people she despises for their ignorant and close minded views.
"Funny, I was going to say the same thing about you."
Funny? Yeah Esmeralda can be and she has her moments here and there. Comedian? Far from it. Naturally Esmeralda is pretty confident and has the personality to carry a joke. And her sarcasm can be amusing when she has the mind to make it humorous. However, her scathing sense of humor only really seems to come out when she is annoyed with someone. With her friends she tends to be less sarcastic and more gentle. As aptly as she can defend herself she can also use her wit to verbally spar. But she is not a spiteful or vengeful woman, so it is not impossible for an enemy to eventually become a friend. Even Esmeralda can be quick to judge before really understanding another person.
"I'm not afraid...now I'm afraid."
Look before you leap. No matter how many times Esmeralda may remind herself, she often finds herself soaring through the air before she remembers. Esme is used to a fast paced lifestyle and often avoiding the law. This unfortunately taught her to run first, fight first, or just plain scare off before asking questions. That's not to say she doesn't get intrigued sometimes by new things. Esmeralda has a tendency of trying new things before wondering if it's the right choice or something she is comfortable with. Heights? Not too good with them. However, she didn't realize this until half way up a building while climbing with a buddy to escape the police. As stated before, Esmeralda can be a hypocrite and judge people as the enemy a little too quickly.
HOMETOWN: Paris, France
FAMILY MEMBERS:
Jofranka Gabor [deceased]
Alfonso Gabor [deceased]
HISTORY:
Twenty three years ago, Alfonso couldn't fathom what his families migration from Spain to France would bring. His young eighteen year old mind could not have imagined fate bringing him face to face with his future bride. But it did.
Born into the traveling culture, Alfonso moved from town to town all his life. He lived with his extended family as all Roma did. However, as he got older life began to get more and more difficult. Persecution was overlooked by the authorities and to be a gypsy was becoming dangerous. After the murder of his uncle, his father had enough. He uprooted his family from the only country he had ever known. Alfonso hated France at first, it was so different than the small town he had grown up in. The city was loud and a different pace. Persecution still existed, but not nearly as bad. Alfonso and his family found refuge with French traveling groups. They were accepted immediately, practically family...well almost. The Spanish nomads were always a little left out and for the first time felt different within their own culture.
But that was soon to be remedied. Being the oldest, Alfonso was to be the first to marry. Though he had never quite met anyone in Spain. At least not anyone he was prepared to settle down with. However, he found exactly who he wanted to live the rest of his life with in Paris. Jofranka was easily the most beautiful woman within the camp. She had thick raven hair and beautiful green eyes. He was enchanted the moment he met her. Of course he wasn't the only boy after her. In the end it was his kindness that won her over. Following Roma tradition, the pair were married after her seventeenth birthday. The Spaniards were finally one of the camp. Once married to a gypsy, the Roma treated their in laws like blood.
Now that he had a family to care for, Alfonso took employment as a road worker within Paris. Every six months or so the family would pick up and move, but they would always return to Paris. After two short years of marriage Jofranka gave birth to their first and only child, Esmeralda. She looked just like her mother and immediately had a sweet disposition like her father. It wasn't until her toddler years that the couple realized she had taken after her mother when it came to her fiery temper. Esmeralda's early childhood was a happy one. She was well provided for and her parents made sure she didn't socialize with non-travelers. Within the confinements of the camp she made friends with all of the traveling kids. Her parents were patient and ever affectionate, especially her father.
It wasn't until Esmeralda had grown into a young girl that she was allowed to go run errands with her mother. She experienced the world her parents had tried to protect her from and she didn't like it. People stared and even at an early age she got the feeling she was unwanted. Once her mother bought her candy and the store manager grabbed her, insisting she had stolen it. Esmeralda was no thief, had she ever so much as talked back to her parents she would have been in a world of trouble. If she had stole something, she would have never seen outside the camp again. Despite protests, Esme and her mother was banned from the small shop.
When she was eight, she heard it for the first time: pikey. A group of boys made fun of her and called her names from the fence of the camp. One even threw a rock before a father came to break it up. And finally her parents explained to her that not all people were travelers. In fact, most people didn't like travelers. They called them derogatory terms like gypsies and thieves only because of their culture. People believed they were liars and con artists. Of course Esmeralda didn't understand at first. Her father had spent all his life working good honest jobs. Her mother raised the home and danced at special occasions. They never lied or conned in their life. But people didn't want to hear the truth, they just wanted to fear what was different.
For a while Esmeralda held onto her naivety, but eventually she accepted how cruel outsiders were. When she went out she stayed close to her mother and spoke not one word to the non travelers. Life continued fine, not as good as before, but Esme learned new defense mechanisms. Her skin toughened to the awful names people would call her. Her clothes remained flashy and short, despite glares from the other women. She never let them get to her, instead she seemed to only become more proud of her culture as she got older. When she was twelve, her world turned upside down completely.
Her father continued road work while they lived in Paris. One day there was an automobile accident while the driver had been passing through construction work. Her father and a few other boys were hit. He didn't make it. Esmeralda had been especially close to her father prior to his death. Her grieving had been silent like her mother, Gypsies prided themselves on their ability to adapt and thrive anyway. Even in heartbreak. For months her mother continued life in stony silence, only breaking down at night when she though Esme couldn't hear her. Family helped them move and cared for them. When one Roma family hurt the whole community helped heal them. But, Gypsies needed their freedom and Jofranka couldn't rely on her family forever. She decided to begin dancing for show again when the other Romas set up their fortune booths. This time she wouldn't dance alone either.
Esmeralda began learning how to dance when she was thirteen. Her mother and aunts banded together to teach her and sew her new flashy dresses. She only danced during the day as a cute adolescent intro to the older women. Most who came to watch found her endearing, which sometimes earned her more money than Jofranka. As she got older the dresses become even more flashier and tighter. She danced later and later, until she was performing with the women at night. By the time she was sixteen, Paris underground knew exactly who Esmeralda was. Men would come to watch her dance, weaving her hyypnotic spell as her mother had done years ago.
Esmeralda found a young goat soon after her dancing gained fame. She nursed the baby goat back to health and refused to let her mother cook it. Realizing it was quite bright, she added it to her routine. Esmeralda would dance for the children with her dancing pet goat, much to many non traveler's amusement. Again, life returned to monotony as Esmeralda and Jofranka danced. Much to her mother's surprise, Esme turned down any suitors that came calling when she turned seventeen. Knowing that twenty was considered an old maid in their culture, she pressured her daughter to give the boys a chance. But Esmeralda refused, simply stating that none of them were right. At nineteen she received the letter from Memory. But, this odd school was quickly forgotten when her mother became sick. For a year Esmeralda took care of her mother until she passed away.
She was completely alone, despite the overwhelming support from family. Esmeralda drowned herself in dancing, numbing herself as she repeated steps she knew by heart. Another six months passed before she received another letter. There was no freedom in the camp anymore and Esmeralda didn't do well within stone walls. She accepted the schools request at an opportunity to travel, even though it was odd how they insisted she was some character with the same namesake.
DISNEY CHARACTER: Esmeralda
ABILITIES/ATTRIBUTES: Esmeralda can dance much like her spirit could and can be quite hypnotic to some men. Some would insist she casts a spell like some kind of siren or witch. When her spirit awakens she will also be able to perform some witchcraft, mostly illusions to get her out of sticky situations.
DESCRIPTION: Esmeralda's spirit has not awakened yet, but the two are so closely related it's hard to see where one ends and the other begins. The two have extremely similar personalities, which lead to no disagreements between the two. Dancing seems to come naturally to both, though they see it as more of a talent than a life passion. Just like Esmeralda's spirit, she learned to survive on her own with just her street smarts to guide her. Both faced persecution simply because of who they were, Gyspsies.
When the spirit awakens, Esmeralda will be able to dabble in witchcraft. Though it'll be more like illusions and slight of hand. No doubt it will come in handy to get her out of trouble. Hopefully it doesn't raise any suspicion for the more grounded folks.
YOUR NAME: Izzy
YOUR AGE: Nineteen
YOUR RP EXPERIENCE: Six years
YOUR SAMPLE:
Andrea stood still as if she was made from stone rather than flesh. The only movement she allowed was when her eyes would blink in order to focus or when her midriff would rise and fall with steady breaths. One. Two Three. Andrea's arms snapped up with a bow gripped in both of her hands. Her back muscles pulled taunt and her frame went so rigid as dancer would be jealous. She hesitated for a single moment as her eyes adjusted to include the bow in her line of vision. As her hand pulled back the cord gave a soft purr before she released her hold. An arrow flew through the air, much too fast for the human eye to get a clear view, and stuck into the opposite wall with a soft thump. She smiled as she lowered the bow and marveled at her handy work. On the life sized drawing of a man an arrow pointed straight out from his neck. The jugular to be precise. It was joined with an arrow sticking out from the forehead. Poor guy.
Andrea had been practicing for weeks now with her new toy. Earlier in the month she had found a regular bow and arrow in the unlocked weapons closet. Yes, unlocked. Andrea wasn't a thief, but she wasn't above snagging an opportunity. The first time Andrea had attempted to use the weapon she had managed to notch the arrow, after several minutes of difficulty, and even shoot it. Of course she had missed the paper man entirely and ended up sticking it into the furthest edge of the wall. But she had fired it. That was all the brunette needed to spend the day practicing. Hours later she had littered the entire wall with dozens and dozens of arrows. Sure it had been a pain to yank all of those arrows out of the wall, but it had been worth it. She returned the next day to continue training this new skill, though not only was the weapons closet locked again, but a teacher was waiting for her. Andrea had thought for sure she would be in trouble for taking without asking. Surprisingly the staff member had offered to teach her, if she wanted.
The Brazilian had picked up archery amazingly fast. Within the first week she began hitting her target, granted she normally got just legs and arms. Second week Andrea had dedicated herself so much to her new ability the majority of her shot were fatal areas. Now she only had speed to work on. Andie vaguely remembered the Pandora Crisis when she had first experimented with a spear weapon. She had never been entirely comfortable with swords, though she could use them passingly well. Guns, well Andrea was terrible with the modern day weapon. It was just bulky and loud, there was no fluidity when she used it. But when she picked up her first bow, she knew much like old couples claim to feel that deep connection. This was the weapon she was meant for. Not that she planned on marching off to war and she certainly didn't plan on ever needing to use these weapons. But she did believe in self defense, which came in many different forms.
Her eyes tore away from the paper and traveled downward to her foot where her phone laid on the floor. She lifted the bow slightly, though not all the way into position before her foot tapped the small touch screen monitor. This time she didn't hesitate as she raised the bow, notched the arrow, and let it fly. Her gaze didn't follow it's flight towards the image. Instead another arrow replaced the previous weapon as the first hit the wall with a small thud. Andrea continued this process unblinking, though her breath sped up slightly in anticipation as her body tensed with each shot. The girl hoped that she would finally beat her record and have something to brag about with her mentor. However after nine arrows had sunk into various killing spots she heard the heavy door of the training room shut with a soft thud. It was enough to make her take pause for a couple of moments before she got back into rhythm.
Six more arrows flew, the final one sank into the crotch of the image man as Andrea fumed with annoyance. Her foot tapped the screen again to check the time. Thirty five seconds for fifteen arrows. The female scowled as she realized she had yet to reach her target time of thirty seconds. All because she had allowed herself to be distracted by someone walking in. It wasn't her dorm room, of course people were allowed to walk in and out of the building. With a frustrated sigh she released her grip and the high powered bow flipped so that the cord now faced the floor. Andrea glanced back in curiosity to see who exactly was responsible for her mess up. Whoever it was, they were lucky she had a good reign on her emotions.
Andrea had been practicing for weeks now with her new toy. Earlier in the month she had found a regular bow and arrow in the unlocked weapons closet. Yes, unlocked. Andrea wasn't a thief, but she wasn't above snagging an opportunity. The first time Andrea had attempted to use the weapon she had managed to notch the arrow, after several minutes of difficulty, and even shoot it. Of course she had missed the paper man entirely and ended up sticking it into the furthest edge of the wall. But she had fired it. That was all the brunette needed to spend the day practicing. Hours later she had littered the entire wall with dozens and dozens of arrows. Sure it had been a pain to yank all of those arrows out of the wall, but it had been worth it. She returned the next day to continue training this new skill, though not only was the weapons closet locked again, but a teacher was waiting for her. Andrea had thought for sure she would be in trouble for taking without asking. Surprisingly the staff member had offered to teach her, if she wanted.
The Brazilian had picked up archery amazingly fast. Within the first week she began hitting her target, granted she normally got just legs and arms. Second week Andrea had dedicated herself so much to her new ability the majority of her shot were fatal areas. Now she only had speed to work on. Andie vaguely remembered the Pandora Crisis when she had first experimented with a spear weapon. She had never been entirely comfortable with swords, though she could use them passingly well. Guns, well Andrea was terrible with the modern day weapon. It was just bulky and loud, there was no fluidity when she used it. But when she picked up her first bow, she knew much like old couples claim to feel that deep connection. This was the weapon she was meant for. Not that she planned on marching off to war and she certainly didn't plan on ever needing to use these weapons. But she did believe in self defense, which came in many different forms.
Her eyes tore away from the paper and traveled downward to her foot where her phone laid on the floor. She lifted the bow slightly, though not all the way into position before her foot tapped the small touch screen monitor. This time she didn't hesitate as she raised the bow, notched the arrow, and let it fly. Her gaze didn't follow it's flight towards the image. Instead another arrow replaced the previous weapon as the first hit the wall with a small thud. Andrea continued this process unblinking, though her breath sped up slightly in anticipation as her body tensed with each shot. The girl hoped that she would finally beat her record and have something to brag about with her mentor. However after nine arrows had sunk into various killing spots she heard the heavy door of the training room shut with a soft thud. It was enough to make her take pause for a couple of moments before she got back into rhythm.
Six more arrows flew, the final one sank into the crotch of the image man as Andrea fumed with annoyance. Her foot tapped the screen again to check the time. Thirty five seconds for fifteen arrows. The female scowled as she realized she had yet to reach her target time of thirty seconds. All because she had allowed herself to be distracted by someone walking in. It wasn't her dorm room, of course people were allowed to walk in and out of the building. With a frustrated sigh she released her grip and the high powered bow flipped so that the cord now faced the floor. Andrea glanced back in curiosity to see who exactly was responsible for her mess up. Whoever it was, they were lucky she had a good reign on her emotions.
