Post by ren on Jul 7, 2012 12:21:09 GMT -5
SASKIA THIEVES
full name saskia isolde thieves.
nicknames kia.
type original.
gender female.
age fifteen.
birthday 2/23/97.
group reject.
clique ex-popular.
grade sophomore.
sexuality heterosexual.
occupation artist.
face claim miley cyrus.
alias lauren, lauren jane, or ren.
persona
idiosyncratic, nonjudgmental, courageous, altruistic, pertinacious, free spirited, eleemosynary, spontaneous, naive, extemporaneous, clingy, innocent, artistic, empathetic, imaginative, modest, optimistic, slightly neurotic, loquacious, humorous, benevolent, impatient, trust-worthy, inquisitive, effervescent, listener, obsessive, playful, whimsical, annoying, and selfless.
life
looking at saskia, one would never assume she had anything less than a great upbringing. that assumption would be correct. born and raised on australian soil, saskia was the second child to millionaire, drug lord, and leader of a cartel named foster thieves and his wife, professional forger, cornelia thieves. now, don’t ask her about her home life because the answer you will get has nothing to do with her family being cold-blooded murderers in the midst of a drug war that grew the best weed in the business. this is because she has no idea what goes on behind closed doors. to her, her father is a hardworking man who inherited his money from a long line with wealth, while her mother was a former model. the parents of the fifteen year old girl kept her away from that side of their lives because their first child, macaulay thieves, was brutally murdered by a rival mafia before the birth of their second child (she obviously she no idea she even had a brother). the blue eyed girl spent the rest of her days heavily secured and guarded in a mansion, playing outside and having friends over was always out of the question. it was not until she was about twelve that her father grew even more over protective of his daughter. he began taking her to shooting ranges, teaching her how to blow someone’s head out while claiming it was tradition in their family. he took the security levels to a new high, and moved his entire emperor to one of the most populated cities in the united states, new york. the sophomore grew up to be a very sweet and endearing girl with a few quirks in her personality. she had always been very sheltered, which made her innocent and naïve. she is the complete opposite of what you would expect a girl with her history would be. as time when on, her mother decided to make her entire real school instead of being home schooled so that she could become more cultured in a sense, her father, reluctantly, agreed.
saskia’s first year of high school proved to be a breeze; the majority of the things discussed in class had already learned a few years prior to that in her home schooling regimen, and with the amount of money she had she found it easy to socialize. for a girl whose only friends were the guards in her house until the age of thirteen, she was fairly outgoing and gregarious. she fit into the popular grow, but soon realized it was not her place. the way the majority of them treated the other cliques in school made her sick, she had so much empathy and felt everything so deeply that it hurt her, so she slowly began drifting away. eating at different tables, and making friends with a multitude of individuals. the popular’s took this as a sign of betrayal, as if she had crossed them and torn her up before kicking her out of their lives. to be honest, she did not mind. she still felt love in her heart for everyone she had become friends with; no matter how much hatred they had for her and continued being the same cheerful, weird, loving girl she was. currently, she does not have many friends but it’s not for lack of trying. people try to stay away from her either because they are too afraid to be put down by the head of the school or because she her bubbly nature just does not please everyone. saskia spends most of her life drenched in paint, trailing a paintbrush on a canvas with a bright smile on her face. she is probably the most content person you will ever meet.
roleplaying sample
cain had a good sense of humor. she favored that in men. personality was always more important than anything else, and this man in front of her seemed to be quiet the character. still, her expression remained hard, which proved to be a challenge when he lost the tone in his impersonation. anastasia ran both her hands through her hair, feeling it detangle some of the knots and curls that had formed in it and then them fall, in unison, on the bed, keeping them to her sides. her eyes followed him imprecisely as he stepped closer to her; she was trying to give off that vibe of acknowledging his presence while simultaneously trying to concentrate on him and not being distracted by something else. that was undeniably harder said than done, after all, the way her carried himself was more than difficult to ignore and tough to not admire. her already erect posture stiffened at his next statement; moving in with him. "well, in order to make that possible we’re going to need rules," she managed to let out the words in a tone that seemed robust. truth was her world was slowly falling apart. everything she knew was changing.
indolent fingertips ran across the soft material in an attempt to caress the sheets, indulging in the feel of the lenient egyptian cotton that surrounded her body and enveloped the bed she had rested on the previous night. the cushion beneath her felt like an exquisite cloud in comparison to the disgusting, beat up, twin sized mattress she had in her dormitory. at the current moment, she would have given anything to be sprawled under the sheets. unfortunately, with the way she had gotten up in the morning, she did not have time to relish in the luxury of this bed that had more than like cost cain a large chunk of money. everything was different now. although, the faint stench of liquor still remained on the contours of her taut dress, she could smell a difference in the air she was breathing, almost as if for the first time in her life she was actually surround by clean air. differences were even blatant even with the naked eye; the paint on the walls was of high quality that would never chip, the furniture that decorated the space was made of real wood, even the scattered pieces of glass that still loafed on the ground from the lamp had a certain sparkle to them. the whole kit and caboodle was so rich. this was unlike anything she had ever experienced before, especially coming from a lower-middle class family that, indeed, worked hard for the things they had but could never afford any of what she was rimmed by now. it was not a part of her life and she was not interested enough in money to let it get to her head. moving her hands from the sheets to rest them at her knees, her eyes focused on the man before her, quickly realizing it did not matter where she was, all that mattered was who she was, and she sure as hell was not a materialistic barbie. she could do this; she could deal with this change and still remain the girl she grew up to be.
to keep her level-headed and independent she managed to think of something on the spot. "we’re going to spilt some type of payment, so that it’s more or less equal," that was more of a demand than a request. she had no idea how much he paid for this beautiful home, or if he even paid a mortgage, but if it was out of her range then she could buy the groceries, pay for the cable or internet. she was not going to live off him here, in fact, she refused to. that was not the only thing anastasia meant by rules; she would have an all-inclusive list of rules on a sheet of paper taped to the fridge before he knew it. he would in all probability have some of his own there, but for some reason she had an inclination that her list would be a smidge longer. when he sat down on the bed, she felt a complete shift occur. it was like he was a beast! his entire weight appeared to be all muscle too. god, if she ever had to fend this guy off she would need an entire army. lazily, she turned her head to face him and listened to him speak. part of her knew what was coming and where he was headed at. don’t say kiss me! don’t say kiss me! those words repeated themselves in her head like a little prayer moments prior to hearing him say that words she so desperately hoped he wouldn’t. this was just her luck! ana was sure her expression seemed a bit weary and so she edited it rapidly, collecting the attitude she had been working on before. she half smiled at him, making it seem like what he was asking her to do did not faze her at all. she moved body gently so that she was closer to him, her left hand falling effortlessly to the back of his neck as her right reached out and softly cupped his right hand, stroking her thumb at his knuckles, her eyelids closing slowly as her marginally parted lips inched closer to his. keeping her breathing low, against her heart that was beating recklessly she moved lifted herself slightly so that her lips were near his ear. "you’re not that lucky," she whispered seductively, keeping herself close to him before breaking out into a giggle and laying back against the bed. she knew more than anyone she would have to kiss him, but he was out of luck if he thought it would happen now.
other characters
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