Post by Naima Youssef on Oct 1, 2010 23:59:45 GMT -5
naima youssef
character basics
I WANNA DARKEN IN THE SKIES, OPEN THE FLOODGATES UP.
I WANT TO CHANGE MY MIND, I WANT TO BE ENOUGH.
I WANNA DARKEN IN THE SKIES, OPEN THE FLOODGATES UP.
I WANT TO CHANGE MY MIND, I WANT TO BE ENOUGH.
FULL NAME , Naima Youssef.
NICKNAMES , Nana(but only one person ever called her that.)
AGE , Twenty.
BIRTHDAY , September 11th.
SEXUALITY , Lesbian.
GRADE , Second year of University.
OCCUPATION , Cashier at local bookstore.
MEMBER GROUP , College student.
hello, my name is BOGIE. i am EIGHTEEN years young and i consider myself a(n) INTERMEDIATE/ADVANCED roleplayer. i found this site through YOUR MOTHER'S CHEST HAIR. so, here's an example of my average post:
An affair? Johnny...having an affair...with one of girls she counseled. A girl who Wynona had spent the most time and effort on trying to get her legalized in the United States because she understood the struggle she was going through. The girl who knew Johnny was her husband. The girl who wanted her marriage to be over because she, as she had stated before, believed Wynona was too perfect and set in her ways to ever make Johnny scream the way she made him scream.
And it suddenly felt like her entire world was tilting toward the left and everything was sliding away from her while she stayed in place. She spent all her time trying to be the woman he bluntly told her she should and wanted her to be and for what? So he could go off and sleep with a nineteen year old girl who simply resembled her? Because other than the obvious resemblance, the two only held that and struggle growing up in common. Their main difference, again other than the obvious, was that while she had gotten caught, Wynona managed to escape and do something with herself. Granted it took someone else to make her change her ways, but she did it nonetheless right?
Her hazel brown eyes looked dead at the man across from her. Lauridsen. He'd been the middle man between them; the voice of reason when one of them was being unreasonable and she was glad he seemed to be on her side after years of constantly believing he would forever stick to Johnny's side. But she knew why he was on her side. He was in love with her too. Not Wynona-that girl. Mojika. He was in love with her but he didn't want to admit it because she was so young and he was twenty four. Six year age difference. "How long?" her voice came out steady, which, if she was acting like her normal Stepford self wouldn't have happened. No, this was the old her peaking through; the steady, calm, angry nature she once carried was going to come back and it was going to come back with a vengeance. When the amount of time the affair had been going on left his lips, her fist suddenly went up and slammed into the wall. She wasn't going to cry. She refused to waste a single tear on a man who couldn't just realize everything she went through just to be with him...just to make him happy.
It was then she realized her mistake. She should have just said no. But deep down, she thought this would be different. It would be a new start. She would finally get to live the life of someone normal. But normal was so far from what she'd ever been. After all, no one could be normal forever, "I'm taking him off her case," she stated calmly and ironically, "and I hope she likes El Salvador as much as she likes my husband's dick," her words held venom that hadn't been set free in the past few years she'd been married and perfect, "because she won't be able to set another foot into this country for the rest of her life."
They were words of anger, words she meant in the moment but knew she wouldn't mean later. Despite all her anger, deep down she knew she was simply crying like a little girl because they stole her favorite doll. He was all she truly had. Her mother was dead, she never met her father, she had nowhere to call him except for him...It was pathetic, but true. She thought this wouldn't happen to them...But she was wrong-again. So as she pulled her small fist away from the wall, she noted the blood rushing out from a few cuts in her knuckles and for a moment she watched it all swirl in with the engagement ring and wedding band she adored so much and wore as a constant reminder that this was her new life and even if she wasn't entirely happy with pretending, she would do it because she loved her husband. She loved Johnny.
It just hurt that he was like everyone else from back in the Alaska Bush. He was exactly like them in every single way possible. And he wouldn't ever love her...because he was too busy with someone else.
And it suddenly felt like her entire world was tilting toward the left and everything was sliding away from her while she stayed in place. She spent all her time trying to be the woman he bluntly told her she should and wanted her to be and for what? So he could go off and sleep with a nineteen year old girl who simply resembled her? Because other than the obvious resemblance, the two only held that and struggle growing up in common. Their main difference, again other than the obvious, was that while she had gotten caught, Wynona managed to escape and do something with herself. Granted it took someone else to make her change her ways, but she did it nonetheless right?
Her hazel brown eyes looked dead at the man across from her. Lauridsen. He'd been the middle man between them; the voice of reason when one of them was being unreasonable and she was glad he seemed to be on her side after years of constantly believing he would forever stick to Johnny's side. But she knew why he was on her side. He was in love with her too. Not Wynona-that girl. Mojika. He was in love with her but he didn't want to admit it because she was so young and he was twenty four. Six year age difference. "How long?" her voice came out steady, which, if she was acting like her normal Stepford self wouldn't have happened. No, this was the old her peaking through; the steady, calm, angry nature she once carried was going to come back and it was going to come back with a vengeance. When the amount of time the affair had been going on left his lips, her fist suddenly went up and slammed into the wall. She wasn't going to cry. She refused to waste a single tear on a man who couldn't just realize everything she went through just to be with him...just to make him happy.
It was then she realized her mistake. She should have just said no. But deep down, she thought this would be different. It would be a new start. She would finally get to live the life of someone normal. But normal was so far from what she'd ever been. After all, no one could be normal forever, "I'm taking him off her case," she stated calmly and ironically, "and I hope she likes El Salvador as much as she likes my husband's dick," her words held venom that hadn't been set free in the past few years she'd been married and perfect, "because she won't be able to set another foot into this country for the rest of her life."
They were words of anger, words she meant in the moment but knew she wouldn't mean later. Despite all her anger, deep down she knew she was simply crying like a little girl because they stole her favorite doll. He was all she truly had. Her mother was dead, she never met her father, she had nowhere to call him except for him...It was pathetic, but true. She thought this wouldn't happen to them...But she was wrong-again. So as she pulled her small fist away from the wall, she noted the blood rushing out from a few cuts in her knuckles and for a moment she watched it all swirl in with the engagement ring and wedding band she adored so much and wore as a constant reminder that this was her new life and even if she wasn't entirely happy with pretending, she would do it because she loved her husband. She loved Johnny.
It just hurt that he was like everyone else from back in the Alaska Bush. He was exactly like them in every single way possible. And he wouldn't ever love her...because he was too busy with someone else.
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character details
I WANT THE WATER IN MY EYES, I WANT TO CRY UNTIL THE END OF TIME
I WANT TO LET THE RAIN COME DOWN, MAKE A BRAND NEW GROUND.
I WANT THE WATER IN MY EYES, I WANT TO CRY UNTIL THE END OF TIME
I WANT TO LET THE RAIN COME DOWN, MAKE A BRAND NEW GROUND.
HEIGHT , 5'10
EYE COLOR , Brown
HAIR COLOR , Brown
PLAY-BY , Freja Beha Erichsen
LIKES , Reading, literature, Shakespeare, cars, Beethoven.
DISLIKES , Concerts, crowds, speaking to others who do not know how to form articulate sentences, chatspeak in real life (eg: when people actually say 'brb' or 'ttyl' or 'oh-em-gee'), grammar mistakes.
FEARS , Graduating without honors and never getting over Tati.
DREAMS , To get her bachelors degree majoring in English and minoring in Education and then to get a Masters degree in Literature. She is hoping to become a University professor but only to fund whatever she needed to become a Novelist. She also hopes to get the hell over Tati because the woman drives her insane...
SECRETS , Has never slept with a man before and though she acts as if people's words do not phase her, she actually has a dangerously low self esteem.
HABITS/QUIRKS , She tends to study more than necessary and 'under reacts' to situations. For example, if there was a car accident, instead of freaking out like most people would, she would remain placid but not call the police until maybe a few minutes passed by and she deemed it necessary. She also, though she loves cars, only rides her bicycle everywhere...she's never driven a car before. Lastly, she obsesses with painting her nails and keeping them perfectly clean and manicured...that and lotion. Keeping her skin soft is another biggy.
OVERALL PERSONALITY , intelligent, over achiever, sweet (behind closed doors), blunt, brutally honest, patient, grammar-nazi, clean, slightly O.C.D, broken, mysterious, quiet, great listener, depressed, low self esteem, self conscious, comfortable, lovely, charming, awkward, noble.
character history
LET THE RAIN COME DOWN, MAKE A BRAND NEW GROUND
LET THE RAIN COME DOWN TONIGHT.
LET THE RAIN COME DOWN, MAKE A BRAND NEW GROUND
LET THE RAIN COME DOWN TONIGHT.
MOTHER , Ellen Samuels.
FATHER , Israel Youssef.
SIBLINGS , N/A
PETS , A turtle named Hamlet.
OTHER IMPORTANT FIGURES, Tatiana 'Tati' Lovettes.
HOMETOWN , Casablanca, Morocco.
OVERALL ,
- Born on September 11th in the bedroom of the Youssef beach side cottage in Casablanca, Morocco. Two days later, Ellen leaves and never returns.
- Raised and well known as the 'daughter of the mechanic' to the locals, she grew up in poverty and at age three read her first complete book and learned it was the best way to escape the thoughts of not having a mother.
- At age nine she came to the realization that she was not like the other girls her age, generally excelling in foreign languages and literature. She also realized she was a lot taller, thinner, and overall simply lived a different lifestyle than those at the Catholic school she attended. While in school, she was bullied a lot for being 'different' and for always speaking so articulately and strange. She was usually referred to as a male because, while growing up, she barely had a chest and generally kept her hair in a short bob because of the warm climate...that and she wore hand me downs from her father since they didn't have much money for her to buy regular clothing of her own.
- At age fifteen, she met Tatiana Lovettes, whom she took to calling 'Tati' while Tati called her 'Nana'. Tati was nineteen years old and a foreign exchange student enrolled in one of the wealthier, famous universities in the city. Immediately the two took a liking to each other and it was then that Naima realized she liked girls and not boys.
- At age sixteen, her father passed away and she moved in with Tati since the government did not regulate where she had to go since sixteen was the legalized age. From there the two officially became inseparable.
- At age seventeen, shortly after graduating highschool, Tati left in the middle of the night with only a simple note with "I'm Sorry" in English on the night stand. With nothing to her name except the horrible salary of a maid for a large hotel popular with French Tourists, she saved up money to move to America after applying online at a local cyber cafe to a university on the East coast in hopes of finding Tati again.
- At age eighteen she officially arrived in Boston and began her first semester in a local University. Despite it being the town where Tati was born and raised, Naima did not find her so she focused on her studies and herself, getting a job at a local bookstore to keep her mind occupied.
- At age twenty, upon beginning her second year of University, she found out Tati was back in Boston from New York...with a huge rock on her finger and a four year old son...
