Post by MILAN JADE DE LUCA on Jul 13, 2012 1:20:27 GMT -5
MILAN DE LUCA
full name milan jade de luca
nicknames mili (MAV ONLY), or lala if you're THAT lazy.
type character request
gender female
age sixteen
birthday august first
group popular
clique cheerleader
grade junior
sexuality straight
occupation lifeguard
face claim naya rivera
alias bria !
persona
flirtatious, sarcastic, spoiled, elitist, adventurous, persuasive, argumentative, blunt, sometimes harsh, energetic, spontaneous, passionate, quick-tempered, intelligent, deep, dry-humor, affectionate, business savvy, private, gossip (about others), grammar nazi, bossy, independent, witty, fashion-forward, classic italian, easy to teach, self-centered, family oriented, and traditional.
life
First and foremost, I just want to say that Maverick and I are NOT twins. I'm the second oldest out of three children, my brother Maverick is the oldest and we have a a younger brother who is a freshman. I grew up kind of looking up to my older brother because he's the only person I remember taking care of me and my little brother. From what Maverick tells me, our father pretty much went psycho on us, like... he isn't aware of the issues that were actually going on between him and mom. My mother became an alcoholic when I was like two or three years old. Once again, I don't even remember any of that. Little kids don't exactly picture their mother being a lush at such a young age. Anyway, during my younger years I literally followed Maverick around like a duckling following it's mother. Everything Maverick did I wanted to do. If Maverick was playing a game, I wanted to play the game. I really did EVERYTHING Maverick did until I got older and realized how fun Barbies and dressing up was.
Interestingly enough, when it was time for me to start school I guess I started my own life and since boys had cooties anyway I was going to start my own group. Basically, we were the nail polish girls. I remember having this set of nail polish and all the girls wanted to be my friend because of that so every week I'd come in with a new toy. It was funny that even back then I had a business mind and I was smart enough to know that those chicks dumb enough to like me based off of a stupid toy, it's kind of funny now because it's so cheesy. Anyway I ran them for the longest time until we all drifted off into our own little groups in middle school. There, I got more interested in cheer-leading and I begged my family to let me get involved with that. I was already kind of flexible from dancing as a child,
I didn't know that from that moment cheer-leading would make that much of an impact on my life. Unlike most girls from my squad in middle school I tried out for Manchester prep's squad straight out of middle school. Not many girls make Varsity right out of middle school but yours truly did. I'm not sure if it was because I was really good or because I had a little bit of dirt on the captain at that time but needless to say I made it! I'm not going to lie, it's kind of difficult being around the girls on my squad because we're all so high maintenance, and those girls will definitely make you want to write in your diary on a daily basis. I started writing a lot more and more and realized that for a cheerleader I'm actually really good at it! So I started getting more involved and thought of possible things I wanted to do with it and guess what?! I like writing, I like fashion, and I like being powerful so what better future career choice than to be a fashion editor like Anna Wintour. I've already committed to Yale University and then Columbia for my master's in Journalism!
My life kind of went through a rough patch when we moved in with our aunt and uncle. No, they weren't all mean or anything but I had to SHARE girly things with my cousin and I hated that more than anything. I was so used to doing what I wanted to do and having my own girl products and now suddenly I'm living with other women. They're really nice though, and take great care of us so I adore them for that. They stayed on my about school and lucky for me my aunt and uncle are really supportive of Maverick and I going to Yale. I plan to get an academic scholarship and take anyone down from Manchester who is thinking of attending Yale of course and Maverick is going the more traditional route. I don't usually like letting Maverick in on my schemes, he'd probably think I needed some sort of help but there are just some things a sister can't tell her older brother!
roleplaying sample
By the time Esme ordered her food she was already having second thoughts about coming to this diner. It looked a lot like the one near the brothel home in Mexico where she grew up and spent most of her time when she wanted to get a free milkshake from the destitute Americans who moved to Acapulco. Esme was suddenly reminded of why she never visited this place other than her first night living alone in Valkyrie—she had vowed never to return again. The diner even smelled like the one back in Mexico. One would think she’d be fond of a piece of home but that would be far from the truth.
Esme hated thinking about home. Hate is a strong word and an even stronger emotion but hatred was all she felt when she thought about her life in Mexico and what she’s been through. Somehow Esme found a way to repress her memories of how her life was like, things were still fuzzy but it seemed as though the really chilling things stuck with her. She’d always remember the warm thick feeling of blood splattered across her face with her father was shot in front of her, she’ll always remember just big faces of her mother’s sweaty and disgusting clients, and she’ll always remember how it felt to literally be on the brink of starvation before she met Magdalena Giovanni who was then known as Maggie Corinthos. Those memories along with being aware that her mother hasn’t bothered to find out where she and her sister ran off to—that was when she was thirteen, Esme was now twenty-one years old and she still hasn’t heard from her mother, perhaps she was dead.
Esme could practically feel her blood getting hotter and her grip on the counter getting tighter. She wasn’t upset about her mother possibly being dead; in fact she hoped she was. No other excuse for not seeking her children will be satisfying to Esme. Her thoughts were interrupted when she heard the sound of a stranger’s voice near her. It kind of scared her because usually she’d listen when her back was turned and this guy could have killed her. Esme’s dark eyes met his and her lip twitched a little in response to his “joke”. Esme was still a little salty about the fact her guard was down so she merely turned around again and paid her money to the cashier, now a little bit wearier of what she would be feeding her body. The stranger went on without Esme really listening until she heard her name. How did he know her?
Esme turned towards him again, this time getting a closer look. She mentally scanned his face and body and she racked her brain thinking of where she heard his name until she remembered him. She vaguely remembered him from being at the Giovanni’s house a few times—he was a Siren, perhaps even the Siren. “I’m Esme, the only Vega you should be concerned with.” Esme shook his hand but hated her sister being involved, it scared her. She also hated that her accent was especially thick tonight—she had been talking both Spanish and Italian all day. Esme took a table nearby when she got her drink as she waited for her food. “So what brings you here? This doesn’t exactly look like your kind of…scene.” Esme said somewhat sarcastically. The place usually crawled with Latino gangs, Mafia grunts, and Mafia soldiers who were desperate like she was. Definitely not the place for a computer hacking Siren but who was she to judge?
This Donny kid was probably the most interesting person in the diner that night—really, that whole week because it has been really quiet for her. Aside from that he was pretty attractive—as far as white men went. Esme usually dated exotic looking men…and women. Still, it’s been a while (two weeks—one was because of her period) since she’s had sex anyway so she was always on the hunt for something or someone knew. She couldn’t help the fact that she had a one track mind for a girl but hey, they say “business women” were the ones with huge sexual appetites. She decided to clear her mind for now anyway, besides she doubted he could handle her anyway. “More importantly, what are you doing out so late?” Esme asked while gesturing for him to sit. She didn’t plan on staying for too long but she was curious and must have been in a great mood. She had an idea of what he was doing out so late but she wanted to give the benefit of the doubt. After all, she didn’t know him but she never knew who would be a great asset to her and who wouldn’t. Esme was all about trying new things anyway.
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