Post by NATALIE LYDIA VALDES on Aug 4, 2012 18:47:10 GMT -5
NATALIE VALDES
full name natalie lydia valdes
nicknames nat, gnat, 'talie, gatita
type original
gender female
age fifteen
birthday december 22nd
group neutral
clique drama geeks
grade sophomore
sexuality heterosexual
occupation student
face claim lindsay pearce
alias cosette
persona
shy, quiet, sweet, talented, accepting, intelligent, religious, mild social anxiety, performer, hopeless romantic, a little awkward, innocent, dreamer, trustworthy, easily trusting
life
- natalie on school
"it's alright, i guess. i mean, i learn. that's always good. it's just... everyone's just so cliquey. i don't get it. why can't everyone just love each other? there's no need for cliques or fighting or hierarchy... just love. oh, that sounds so cliche!"- natalie on family
"i love my family more than anything else. my parents are the most perfect people i know. you see, they're mexican immigrants. well, my papa's half mexican. 'valdes' is a colombian last name. but they were living in mexico when they found out that my mama was pregnant with my older brother. they wanted him to grow up with opportunities they never had and they immigrated--the legal way--and started a new life for themselves in america. it's the classic american dream story, i guess. we're very close though."- natalie on faith
"'for god so loved the world, that he gave his only begotten son, that whosoever believeth in him should not perish, but have everlasting life.' john3:16 i was raised catholic and i still am catholic. my faith is a huge part of my life. god is there for me when no one else is. jesus christ is my lord and savior and i try to live my life as he lived his by accepting others. yes, i go to church every sunday. yes, i read the bible every night. no, i don't swear. no, i'm not 'crazy.' to quote the newsroom, 'i believe that hurricanes are caused by high barrometic pressure and not gay marriage.'"- natalie on theatre
"theatre is my life. my order of priorities goes like this: god, my family, school, and theatre. though school and theatre at this point might as well be on the same level. anyway, i was born to perform. when i was little, my mom stuck me in ballet class. after all, that's what every little american girl does, right? i fell in love with dancing and as i got older discovered that i love to sing, too, and so it began. i'm a classically trained soprano and am being trained in opera. i take acting lessons and of course i'm still in dance. i used to compete but not anymore because i got busy with shows. however i'm proud to say i've been en pointe since i was 11. it hurts sometimes, but it's so fun and so beautiful that i do it anyway. i'm always in a show, and if i'm not in a show, i'm auditioning for one. i really really really want to go to carnegie-mellon and major in musical theatre there--it's my dream--but it's so expensive and i wouldn't be able to afford it unless i went on scholarship. still, i'm so blessed with my talents and a family that supports me. i'd be happy at a state school."- natalie on anxiety
okay, i'll admit it, i have social anxiety. at least, i have a mild form of it. i can go out in public and interact with people, i just have such a hard time doing it, hence my awkwardness. i don't like social situations with people i don't know--that means parties, weddings, even the first day of school when no one knows their schedules, in which case i stand around and don't talk unless i'm approached. i avoid them if i can. i'm not sure why i haven't told anyone, i'm not even sure why i'm telling you. i guess i just trust that you're not going to tell anyone. but i'm afraid people will think i'm crazy... that's what people think when they hear that someone has a mental disorder, right? plus i don't think my anxiety's bad enough for a doctor. there are people out there who have it much worse than i do and they need a doctor most. besides... i'm going to quote the bible again, okay? 'cast all your anxiety on him, because he cares for you.' 1 peter 5:7 i know this doesn't literally mean anxiety, it means you need to trust the lord with your worries because he loves you and will always be there for you. so i put my faith in him that he'll be there to catch me if i fall. even if i have to go to the biggest party and have to talk to every single person, knowing that i have god makes me feel more better than i think any medication ever could."
roleplaying sample
Now this was more of what Marius was used to. He walked along the streets of the busy marketplace, watching all the shopkeepers do their work. It was strange for there to be a shopping district in limbo, but the area made him feel relatively normal, so he hung around there.
It wasn't like Marius could buy anything. He had a few francs in his pocket, but he didn't think they had any real value in their strange place. He knew if he were to go to say, England, he couldn't purchase anything in francs there. Why would it be any different here? Marius had no money of value. It wasn't a foreign concept to him. About a year ago, when he first left M. Gillenormand, he had refused any help from his family and sent back any money given to him. He slipped further and further into poverty, but had received Cosette's dowry after marrying her. He didn't mind not having money. Eventually, though, he'd need it. What could he do? Well, he had a degree in law. Did they need lawyers in limbo? Back in Paris, he had been working as a translator. Per Courfeyrac's advice, he had learned both German and English and had been translating religious passages and other texts. If he was in limbo, there were certain to be people that spoke other languages here!
Looking around, he decided that there would have to be people who spoke foreign languages. There were people who seemed to be from all different periods in history around, from the Middle Ages to 100 years ago to 19th century Paris. The more he looked at other people, though, the more frightened he became. Were those women... in trousers? Showing their ankles? Without corsets? Naked?, in nothing but undershirts and short bloomers! And unchaperoned! He would never let Cosette go out alone. It was appalling the way some people were dressed, even the men. No high collars, no waistcoats, not even so much as a shirt. A lot of men were walking around in undershirts. Scandalous! he thought, glad he still had on the formal suit from the wedding. Even if he was overdressed, he was covered.
Marius stopped on the sidewalk, leaning against the wall of a small boutique. He had been wandering the strange place for a few days and got tired awfully fast. Still people watching, he looked for others who were passing through limbo. Maybe he would see someone he knew.
And he did. At least, he hoped he did. The tiny frame, the tattered (still bloody) clothes, the little hat, and the cheeky grin were unmistakable. "Gavroche?" Marius called, trying to mask his excitement. His eyes teared up a bit. Gavroche had died too young when he went to get ammunition for Les Amis, a job that Marius had originally volunteered for. Oh, Gavroche, how I wish it was me that went for ammunition! I wish it was me that got shot, not you! You wouldn't be stuck in this horrible limbo!
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