Post by emmalee on Jul 16, 2009 21:36:21 GMT -5
[/font][/font][/size][/size]Introducing… ESMERELDA NATAYLA ADRIA !
Please Allow Me To Introduce Myself…[/blockquote][/center]
Name: Esmerelda Natayla Adria
Nicknames: Esmerelda, Natayla.
Age: Seventeen.
Gender: Female
Where you stand?: Gypsy
Play by: Nicole Scherzinger
Nicknames: Esmerelda, Natayla.
Age: Seventeen.
Gender: Female
Where you stand?: Gypsy
Play by: Nicole Scherzinger
I'm a man of wealth and taste...
Appearance: To start off, my legs are long as are my arms. Tan skin covers my body, small scars rest on my hands from removing jewelry and ink designs. My skin is usually rubbed red from days of scrubbing. My skin is soft and almost flawless-as the elders tell me. My black hair is long and wavy, it runs about half way down my back and I usually rest it on one shoulder. It may be…’different’ but, my nails are painted the color of black berry juice. It has always been a tradition in my gypsy tribe for the only daughter to have painted nails if they dance. I am a dancer. I have been forced to dance ever since I was three, I grew to love it over the years. I am very flexible. My body isn’t what I value most though.
According to my grandmother and the rest of the elders, I have my mom’s face. They say my eyes are the perfect chocolate color. Not too deep, and not too light. My grandmother likes to paint around them. A jewel rests on my forehead, like any other woman gypsy I know. Most of the time, I feel like people are looking at my jewel rather than my face. I even had a man try to steal it before. I have heart shaped lips that my grandmother also likes to paint. But, not with color, with a shiny substance that I do not know what it is, I can only wish I knew. I do not protest. I just go with it, so I don’t have to disrespect their wishes. My face isn’t what I value the most still.
What I value the most isn’t something most people would not find appealing. My feet are what I value. I depend on them a lot to impress my tribe and bring honor to my family, because, the elders told me that I was destined to dance. My ankles and feet are also slightly scared from removing ink and jewels. My feet are small, yet, not weak. I’ve been swift on them for so long that it only makes sense they’d be strong. The skin is thick because, I have traveled barefoot many times. That was only when our shoemaker passed. But, now I were shoes all the times in fear I will damage my feet.
Personality: Silent. I am very silent. I don’t trust my words as much as I trust my body. So, I use body language mostly. When I am shy or flirty, I sway a lot, and make my eyes soft, and have a small smile on my face, and I have shifty eyes. When I’m nervous, I shuffle my feet and look at them. When I’m happy, I twirl around a lot and smile. If I’m upset, it’s the complete opposite of when I am happy.
Funny. When I perform a dance or a party goes wrong, I put some humor into my routine. It always brings some soul back to the others. I love it when our souls are relaxed and happy, it’s almost as if we are fallen stars, getting ready to return home. My grandmother is one of the elders and usually gets some terrible news everyday. If it’s big news or even small, it always depresses her, I try my best to brighten her up. Mothers like me to watch their children when they work, they think highly of me. Plus…I can make their children stop crying.
Laid back. I go with whatever I am told. If it’s to dance, tell someone something, or, jump off a cliff. I do it. I just could never stand to disrespect someone. Except for when I know it’s wrong, I will not do it. I always talk to my grandmother about it or my best friend in the tribe. Or I may even go to the elders. I would never be able to hurt someone I love, so, I try not to fall in love. I’m trying not to fall for any of the boys in the academy.
Likes:
1. Dancing.
2. Tribal Music.
3. Happy Souls.
4. My grandmother.
5. The elders.
Dislikes:
1. Not following the rules.
2. Hurting the ones I love.
3. Doing something I know is wrong.
4. Falling in love.
5. Getting teased for being a dancer.
Dreams:
1. Become better at dancing.
2. Start my own family.
3. Fall in love with someone I know I won't hurt.
4. Please the elders, my grandmother, my tribe.
5. Live up to my name.
Fears:
1. Hurt my grandmother.
2. See another member of the tribe get killed.
3. Be forced to stop dancing.
4. Fall in love with someone I know I will hurt.
5. Loose a child when I have one.
According to my grandmother and the rest of the elders, I have my mom’s face. They say my eyes are the perfect chocolate color. Not too deep, and not too light. My grandmother likes to paint around them. A jewel rests on my forehead, like any other woman gypsy I know. Most of the time, I feel like people are looking at my jewel rather than my face. I even had a man try to steal it before. I have heart shaped lips that my grandmother also likes to paint. But, not with color, with a shiny substance that I do not know what it is, I can only wish I knew. I do not protest. I just go with it, so I don’t have to disrespect their wishes. My face isn’t what I value the most still.
What I value the most isn’t something most people would not find appealing. My feet are what I value. I depend on them a lot to impress my tribe and bring honor to my family, because, the elders told me that I was destined to dance. My ankles and feet are also slightly scared from removing ink and jewels. My feet are small, yet, not weak. I’ve been swift on them for so long that it only makes sense they’d be strong. The skin is thick because, I have traveled barefoot many times. That was only when our shoemaker passed. But, now I were shoes all the times in fear I will damage my feet.
Personality: Silent. I am very silent. I don’t trust my words as much as I trust my body. So, I use body language mostly. When I am shy or flirty, I sway a lot, and make my eyes soft, and have a small smile on my face, and I have shifty eyes. When I’m nervous, I shuffle my feet and look at them. When I’m happy, I twirl around a lot and smile. If I’m upset, it’s the complete opposite of when I am happy.
Funny. When I perform a dance or a party goes wrong, I put some humor into my routine. It always brings some soul back to the others. I love it when our souls are relaxed and happy, it’s almost as if we are fallen stars, getting ready to return home. My grandmother is one of the elders and usually gets some terrible news everyday. If it’s big news or even small, it always depresses her, I try my best to brighten her up. Mothers like me to watch their children when they work, they think highly of me. Plus…I can make their children stop crying.
Laid back. I go with whatever I am told. If it’s to dance, tell someone something, or, jump off a cliff. I do it. I just could never stand to disrespect someone. Except for when I know it’s wrong, I will not do it. I always talk to my grandmother about it or my best friend in the tribe. Or I may even go to the elders. I would never be able to hurt someone I love, so, I try not to fall in love. I’m trying not to fall for any of the boys in the academy.
Likes:
1. Dancing.
2. Tribal Music.
3. Happy Souls.
4. My grandmother.
5. The elders.
Dislikes:
1. Not following the rules.
2. Hurting the ones I love.
3. Doing something I know is wrong.
4. Falling in love.
5. Getting teased for being a dancer.
Dreams:
1. Become better at dancing.
2. Start my own family.
3. Fall in love with someone I know I won't hurt.
4. Please the elders, my grandmother, my tribe.
5. Live up to my name.
Fears:
1. Hurt my grandmother.
2. See another member of the tribe get killed.
3. Be forced to stop dancing.
4. Fall in love with someone I know I will hurt.
5. Loose a child when I have one.
I've been around for a long, long year...
History: Four minutes after Esmerelda was born, Natayla’s grip on her husband’s hand loosened, and her eyes closed, her head slowly turned to face the other way. Esmerelda’s father gasped, and released her hand, sitting frozen in shock for a few minutes, then slowly, very slowly dragged his hands and put them to his forehead. His eyes still opened in shock. ‘She’s gone.’ He whispered, repeating in, getting louder and louder until he finally shouted it. Causing his daughter to wake up and begin to bawl. Natayla’s mother rushing into the tent, her hair pulled into a braid, in her night clothes. “Oh, no.” She gasped, dropping slowly to the ground. Esmerelda grabbed her grad daughter, hugging her close. The family sat there all night, mourning their lost together.
“Daddy, I don’t want you to go.” Esmerelda sobbed, pulling on his shirt, “Please, don’t leave me alone!” Her father smiled and bent down, picking the four year old up. “I’ll visit you every winter, on the coldest, snowiest day. I will be cold, until you, my ball of sunshine, wrapped your arms around me, and my heart shall be warmed.” He kissed her forehead, “I love you.” He set her down, and hopped on his horse, beginning his journey. This was the last time he would ever see the village, on his own choice.
Esmerelda sat at the opening of the tent, it was wide open, her Grandmother sat, shivering by the fire. “Natayla, shut the tent, or you’ll freeze us to death.” She complained. “Where’s daddy?” Esmerelda said, snapping herself around to face her grandmother. “WHERE IS HE?” Her grandmother sighed, slowly picking herself up, and grabbing a piece of buffalo skin from a shelve. “It’s from him.” She read it out loud, due to the fact that her grand daughter could not read. The letter told the small four year old that her father was never to return again. She did not speak for a week after. She just danced. And danced. Ignoring her sore feet. She was hurt. She was always to follow the rules from now on.
Family: Mother = Natayla. Father = Amria. Grandmother = Aminta.
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“Daddy, I don’t want you to go.” Esmerelda sobbed, pulling on his shirt, “Please, don’t leave me alone!” Her father smiled and bent down, picking the four year old up. “I’ll visit you every winter, on the coldest, snowiest day. I will be cold, until you, my ball of sunshine, wrapped your arms around me, and my heart shall be warmed.” He kissed her forehead, “I love you.” He set her down, and hopped on his horse, beginning his journey. This was the last time he would ever see the village, on his own choice.
Esmerelda sat at the opening of the tent, it was wide open, her Grandmother sat, shivering by the fire. “Natayla, shut the tent, or you’ll freeze us to death.” She complained. “Where’s daddy?” Esmerelda said, snapping herself around to face her grandmother. “WHERE IS HE?” Her grandmother sighed, slowly picking herself up, and grabbing a piece of buffalo skin from a shelve. “It’s from him.” She read it out loud, due to the fact that her grand daughter could not read. The letter told the small four year old that her father was never to return again. She did not speak for a week after. She just danced. And danced. Ignoring her sore feet. She was hurt. She was always to follow the rules from now on.
Family: Mother = Natayla. Father = Amria. Grandmother = Aminta.
Anything you'd like to add?
Hope you guess my name...
Your name: Emmalee.
Parent of which characters: Eliza and Esmerelda.
Parent of which characters: Eliza and Esmerelda.
But what's puzzling you is the nature of my game...
(c) Poe & Realms of Fantasia
Lyrics (c) Guns N' Roses
Do not steal.
It's bad.
