Post by Hanatan on Jul 30, 2011 13:08:47 GMT -5
Loud and clear, 524
Freud? Keloid?
Just hit the key
Everything, all's to be laughed at
Hurry, dance, with all your foolishness!
Freud? Keloid?
Just hit the key
Everything, all's to be laughed at
Hurry, dance, with all your foolishness!
Let the[/color] Monster R i s e . . . [/size][/b]
WHAT'S IN A NAME? (roses have thorns): Natalia. A boring name, if you ask her, but a fitting one nonetheless. 'Born on Christmas' - the lack of originality her mother must have had astounds her.
Largo. A last name that seems to be popping up even more lately. Not surprising, considering it is the last name of the most powerful family in the world. 'Large, tall, broad'; words that cannot be used to describe Natalia herself, but is rather fitting for the rulers of the world.
She believes that she may be related to the other Largos, but cannot be sure.
AGE IS BUT A NUMBER: Isn't it? At the ripe age of fourteen, Natalia acts more like someone who knows more of the world - and in a way, this may be the case for her, ever since her move from Italy to the dreaded city built on corpses.
Her birthday is in the snowy cold, on - as you could most likely assume from her name - Christmas Day. Contrary to popular belief, she hates it; her life is always overshadowed by someone else's.
WHERE IS SHE FROM? (everyone has a home): OC, Repo!verse[/color]
Come Up and Try My[/color] New Parts![/color][/b][/size]
WHERE SHE STANDS (her view of the world): Natalia stands at a not-so-astounding height of 161 cm - barely over 5'3'. At 108 pounds, she is the slightest bit underweight, and it shows in her skinny arms and legs, and flat stomach.
DESIGNER DOLL? (or is she pure): Only once- and never again. She had gotten eye enhancements due to her quickly fading vision, and now sometimes sees more than she wants to. She never wants another surgery.
ON THE OUTSIDE, NOT THE INSIDE (don't judge a book by it's cover): Natalia, as you can judge, is a rather small girl for her age, and most likely will not grow. It's a fact that annoys her to no end, especially when there are scalpels sluts towering at over 6 feet in their ridiculous heels prancing around like they own the place. She's not all that strong, but she is rather fast and somewhat agile, it turns out that long, slender limbs do come in handy. Maybe she was a runner in a pervious life.
While her legs and arms are nice enough, her other assets are slightly.. lacking. No bigger than an A cup bordering on B, Natalia has come to accept that fact by now. Not like she could change it without surgery anyway, and she shudders at the thought of that.
Natalia thinks (and many seem to agree) that her hair is one of her best natural features - a healthy, rich, chocolate brown that cascades and tumbles in slight waves. It's a bit choppily layered. It's long enough that, when up in pigtails or a ponytail (which it usually is, by the way), it reaches past her shoulder blades, with a few shorter layers framing her thin face. (She can't remember the last time she cut it, other than the layering.) Long, thick bangs cover her forehead, and are occasionally swept slight to the left when they grow too long.
Her eyes, which were once a common dark brown to match her hair, are now some odd, almost see-through blue-violet color, due to the eye enhancements. Even with the long, haunting lashes, thin eyebrows and wide stare that may be appealing or pretty to another, they still scare her out of her wits. (She rarely looks directly in the mirror anymore.)
Her skin a warm, healthy tan, gained from her time spent back in Italy where the sun actually still shone. It's just another feature that isolates her from everyone else in this messed up city, but Natalia doesn't really mind. She's grateful for her sun-kissed, mostly unblemished skin.
Her usual outfit is only borderline modest- at least in our present world today. She wears a clean white, vest-like top - enough to cover what needs to be covered, but exposes the soft flesh between her breasts down to just below her belly button. The flaring edges of the shirt are tucked beneath a large, black-and-teal belt. Under that is a short, gray skirt, with a translucent layer on top of it. Her feet are covered by flat, skin-tight- thigh-high boots with teal soles. She usually wears a dark blue scarf made of light, fuzzy material around her neck when she's outside - unless it's summer, it's usually much colder than it was in Italy.
PUT A NAME TO THE FACE (who do you see?):
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My G r e a t e s t Face
See above. No celebrity face claim.[/color]
Everyone's a Composer[/size][/b]
AND WHO WE ARE, WE ARE ('cause some say it matters): While not truly lacking social skills, Natalia is a bit introverted, only comfortable with old faces. One might say that she sees life through rose-colored glasses. It's as though she lives at the edge of a looking-glass world where mundane objects seem to come to life. In a way, she wishes for real life to be more in sync with her internal world.
She's rather idealistic about important things in life, and feels bitter disappointment if she fails to meet those ideals. Natalia is loyal to her values and people who are close to her; and mostly flexible unless something valuable or something important to her is threatened.
Natalia has a high sense of curiosity and is quick to see new openings and possibilities. She also ends up being a catalyst for many ideas. While highly mentally adaptable to large changes, she is not all that physically adaptable.
She seeks to understand people that are close to her or interest her, but doesn't care much for the rest.
While Natalia appears to be a bit temperamental, it's honestly just overly sensitive emotions mixed with a heavy dose of blatant sarcasm that constantly laces her words.
While she doesn't hate them, she doesn't like a majority of the male population very much - there's no true reason behind it, it's just a quirk of hers.
RELATIONS (enemies, allies, family and the like): Most likely related to Rotti, Luigi, Pavi, and Amber - possibly cousins? She currently lives with her mother near GeneCo, and has no idea who her father is.
ONLY PLACE WHERE SUCCESS COMES BEFORE WORK IS THE DICTIONARY: Natalia still has no true profession - she is just fourteen, after all. She's worked some odd part-time jobs, but never really held one down long enough for it to be considered and occupation. Right now she works at a cafe.
HISTORIA EST (the best teachers are the hardest ones): December 25, 2043 (or 42?) - a small, quiet baby girl with a dark head of hair and blue eyes - quickly fading to brown - was born in Venice, Italy. the same place that baby would live in for more than half her life.
When she was still young enough to not remember anything, her father left. She honestly cannot even remember his face, or his voice. Her mother refuses to tell her anything about him. All she knows is that he shares her last name; Largo.
Since then, she has lived with only her mother, since she has no siblings or aunts/uncles (on her mother's side, anyway), and her grandparents lived too far away to stay with.
The two staying in Italy until Natalia turned eleven, when her mother decided to move to where they reside now. Natalia doesn't particularly know or care why, but she knows that she preferred Italy.
(Fail history...)
ARE YOU THE GOD OF SMALL THINGS? (next to normal):
Likes: Sweets, generic rock and pop, foreign songs/language/culture (Italian, Korean, German, Japanese, Russian, or whatever - she doesn't care), her family, coffee, common sense
Dislikes: Genterns, surgery, pain, winter, the cold, the heat, chauvinism, opera, classical music, religion, old movies, illiterates, idiots (well, if they're idiots in her opinion, anyway.)
Favorite Food: Oranges, although she hasn't had one in the longest time.
SOME RANDOM FACTS:
* Other than her native language (Italian), she knows English, a bit of Japanese, and Bosnian/Serbo-Croation.
* She's allergic to shellfish.
* She's bisexual.
* Her only doll left is a Matryoshka doll imported from Russia. It has seven layers.
* She was homeschooled - her lessons are more erratic now.
* Her strongest points are the arts, language and literature; she's atrocious at math, science, history and the likes.
* She lives in a large, two-story house near GeneCo.
* She has a huge, unexplainable fear of the dead, and will avoid graveyards whenever she can.
* She's done graffiti art in the past, and finds it fun.
*She once dated Ryan.
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Natalia walked through the empty hallways of her large house, and oversized laundry basket held securely in her skinny arms.
She had never realied laundry could be this heavy, she noted dully, as she trudged up the seemingly endless flight of stairs. Her chore was boring and almost monochromatic - even she could not really find any fun whatsoever in such a tedious thing as laundry. But, what had to be done, had to be done, right?
She finally reached the top of the stairs, pausing and turning on the small landing that stood right before the last two steps, and the stark white door that thinly separated the two floors. Letting out a small groan of frustration (Mom forgot to leave the door open yet again), the small girl kicked out a long leg, sending the door flying open with a dull bang. She shouldered the door open before it could close on her once more, quickly stepping into the dark upstairs corridor.
She really wished she was back in Italy.
((Sorry, that was kinda boring xD;; Didn't feel like doing any interaction, though //shot))[/color]
