Post by Sirra Black on May 6, 2010 1:37:38 GMT
SIRRA ELIZABETH BLACK
" all the lonely people where do they all belong?"
" all the lonely people where do they all belong?"
Sirra Elizabeth Black
ALIAS Sirra
AGE twenty - two
NATIONALITY Spanish
OCCUPATION servant
PERSONALITY Sirra doesn't act as your typically lady is supposed. She supports herself, and lives alone, despite the scandal that it causes among the community. Upon first meeting the woman, it is clear that there is a very firm wall between herself and the person speaking to her. She often doesn't speak more than a few words to a person, and even that is rare. The easiest word to describe her is cold. For fear of being kicked around, she insures that no one have a close connection with her. What the real Sirra is like perhaps only one person knows on this earth. But what they know is that beneath the shell is a softer woman.
She has a strong disliking for anything or anyone of money and power. She finds them as a waste of air and upon meeting them treats them as such, even if she has no right in her lower postion in life. Her job of serving the royality is nothing but a pain to her, and she is often seen getting in trouble for the simple dissregaurding of rules.
SEXUALITY Heterosexual
APPEARENCE If dressed in rightful clothes, Sirra could be said to be a beauty. Her features are different from that of the usual servant, and if one may be so bold, something like that of royal blood. Her skin is smooth, slightly tan from days spent on the streets in the sun. Her hair is as dark as a raven's feather and falls in soft waves down her back. Usually it is kept pinned back, away from her face as too keep out of her way when busy. Her eyes are an hazel color, uncharacteristic for those of her nationality. Those other servants have the natural dark brown, but her eyes have flecks of gold and swirls of green within them.
Sirra usually dresses in something plain. A dress that is for modestly only, with rips and stains from dying clothes. It wouldn't matter much to her anyways what she wore. Material things do not phase her.
PLAY BY Catherine Zeta-Jones
MOTHER unknown
FATHER unknown
SIBLINGS none
PETS None
HISTORY Sirra's past is one that isn't unusual to those living in a time where death is all around. Shortly after she was born, her parents were killed. She was never told why, or how this had happened. She knows nothing of them, let alone their names. If there was a chance to learn of them, or of their lives, she would spur it away. To her, they abandoned her in her time of need, and therefore she has no use for them.
Growing up in an orphanage was nothing more than a living hell to her. Following the harsh rules, living in what was nothing more than a pit, and having little to eat wasn't the life she wanted. No matter if that was what she was giving, she strove to make it different. It was from an young age that she discovered how easy it was to steal. A slight slip of the hand and the extra bread left on the table was hers, a silent step and no one could see you break free from the crowd. Sirra couldn't bare to wait till some family picked her up, or she became of age to leave the place that was only described as hell. It was time to use her rudimentary skills in the real world. And so, one spring night, she crept away from that place, never to glance back on that portion of her life again.
But if she had thought that a life such as that was harsh, then she was to learn there existed something worse. In the streets she dealt with things that she never dreamed she would. Murders, real thieves, rapists, prostitutes. These were the kind that she were to call her neighbors. Her first winter, she nearly died of the sickness. And she would have if it weren't for the dashing young man who found her, shivering in the streets and carried her home. When she awoke from her fever she lay in a plush bed, with fire warming her skin. The man had introduced himself as Evan, a rather wealthy man who lived on the opposite side of town. Sirra had promised that she would be no more bother to him, but he refused to let her go. Time passed, and soon after her fever had passed and she was healthy again she still found herself living with the man. Innocent of things of that matter, and barely eighteen, she fell for the man who had became her savior. In her innocence, she was convinced that he two felt the same for her. Marriage, something she herself had vowed against from the moment she could speak, but now it seemed it was
in her future. But in all this innocence she had failed to think that he might be unfaithful. And so she caught her beloved Evan, in the arms of another.
There was hardly time for another glance before she was gone. With only the clothes on her back she was out to the streets again. She once again faltered again, blinded for a time by her lush living. But as the time passed, her skill of thief returned, and grew. She survived her second winter on the streets and by the third she was no longer laying as a bum beside the trash can. It was by chance she ended up with the royal family, though it wasn't the circumstance that she desired. If you asked her, she would rather still be living on the street. It was one of the younger female servants who found her one day, lurking around the traveling royal company. Without much explination she was pressured into joining them. They were traveling overseas, to a land she didn't know much about. They needed more hands to help transport them since most of the servants would be needed at home to maintain the palace. Dragged on the ship and sucked into the life of servantude, it was clear that Sirra was bitter about it all. But in a strange country, she has nowhere to go, and thus stays with the royal family. Though it is clear she doesn't fit in just right with servants who had been born into the family...
NAME Dream
AGE seventeen
GENDER girl
TIMEZONE EST
ROLEPLAYING EXPERIENCE 6 + years
OTHER CHARACTERS n/a
PASSWORD ---admin edit---
ROLEPLAY SAMPLE
Julian had no clue what he was doing here. No, not just outside on a school night at some odd hours at night. Although he had never been one to stay up late. He more often than not had somewhere to be early in the morning - school or work, a job interview or a scholarship appointment. Julian kept himself busy with one activity or another most of the time. But no, although it was strange for him to be awake at this hour, it wasnt what he mulled over his mind right now. He wondered what the hell he was doing at this damned school, away from his home and in a new country. It had seemed so simple at the time. Lost and left alone it was only natural to look towards the past to try and fix things. He had thought it would all work. Marry his current girlfriend, and burry the past until it no longer bothered him or kept him awake at night. And it was going to work, or it had been until the unexpected hit about a month ago. She told him she had had enough, there wasn't enough love in the relationship. He had been caught and named as a fake. At least in love, nor anyone else had yet to learn the truth about him. There was only one person in the world that knew that secret...
And without the distraction he had pinned away. The past had haunted him till he couldn't sleep. His lonliness had made him ache until the pain made him not want to eat, to not work. Julian couldn't be called a workaholic, but he was pretty damned close. To have no will to simply go to school was completely out of his character. And for once in his life, he made the one and only rash and daring chance of his life. He grabbed all that he owned and went on a hunt - one for the figure of his past. There was no plan besdies getting his visa, getting accepted at the college and going. He hadn't spoken to Leo's parents since the whole outburst that happened two years ago now, but they had been surprsingly willing with him to speak about their son. Hearing the pain in their voices at knowing their son was gone made him feel more than a little guilty. Perhaps if he hadn't acted the way he did with Leo they would still have their son at home instead of running around trying to make a life in a foreign country.
So now, a month later he was here. Julian had seen no sign of that figure from his past during his stay, but he knew he was around. Perhaps it was better that he wasn't seeing him. He made a silent vow that if within a month or so he didnt see him that he would be heading back home, and deem himself a fool. Life would pick up and keep going without retracing his steps to try a path that he was sure was already dystroyed. School was easy enough, no where near the prestiege of the university he was attending back at home, but it proved good enough. Not that it mattered much, within a few days that month of alloted time that he had given himself was running out and Julian would be on his way home. Back to whatever existance of a life he had left for himself back there.
With his time almost run out, Julain found hismelf restless, hence the wandering that he found himself doing now. Worried racked his brain, and most of all disapointed. He had thought he would come here, and maybe find some way to solve this all. There was still no way that he admited to hismelf that he was attracted to men. But Leo...there was something different there. And he wanted to see ihm again, to see if that was still there. And maybe..well he didn't know. Maybe there was a damn chance for him to be happy. In his mind Leo was missing him just as much, some secret part of him prayed that he was searching for him as well. But he doubted it, it was only the glorified version of it in his mind.
Lucky for him, on this night, the weather was nice enough for him to let his feet wander. And they had for a good hour now. Perhaps it was finally time for him to head back inside, try and sleep everything off. If this was what taking a chance got you - nothing but defeat without even a glimpse at your prize, then Julian was going to contuine to play it safe.
Just as he was thinking about whether or not he could get back into his old university, a flickering light caused him to pause him in his steps. He too was reminded of those scary movies right before the unsuspecting student was murdered horribly and then their body was never found. But as his steps slowed he noticed someone sitting beneath the light. The yellow light bounced of...pale blonde hair. There was only one person in the world he knew that had hair that color...
No. It couldn't be. Julian bowed his head, clearly intent on walking right on by...
But the closer he got, the more that feeling rose in his gut. Finally it was unbarable. He let one single word pass his lips, to see if the figure on his bench was the same that he had been seraching for all this time.
"Leo...?".
