Post by Ayu on Sept 13, 2009 4:44:09 GMT -5
[/font][/font][/size][/size]Introducing… Georgeta Salajan !
Please Allow Me To Introduce Myself…[/blockquote][/center]
Name: Georgeta Salajan
Nicknames: George (she does NOT like that), Gee or Gigi (to her close friends), Allen Cross (to the guys she plays cards with)
Age: 15
Gender: Female
Where you stand?: An Other in the Floaters
Play by: Go here and look for Miranda
Nicknames: George (she does NOT like that), Gee or Gigi (to her close friends), Allen Cross (to the guys she plays cards with)
Age: 15
Gender: Female
Where you stand?: An Other in the Floaters
Play by: Go here and look for Miranda
I'm a man of wealth and taste...
Appearance: Georgeta’s looks betray her Rom parentage, with her dark hair and deep brown eyes. Her lashes are long, her lips red, her mouth small and pretty. She is rather conventionally beautiful, in short. Her choppy dark hair frames her heart-shaped face perfectly. She wears a little makeup, because several other girls got a bit …iffy… about her lack thereof.
She’s slim and willowy. Not curvy, though. Having endured early adolescence with buxom Gypsy women, she is incredibly neurotic about her small breasts. Her skin is much more tanned than she’d like; she’s unable to shake off the result of thirteen years plus her holidays working outside.
Her dress sense tends towards moderately inexpensive and fairly plain dresses in dark colours, accessorised with bright jewellery. Her clothes are chosen excruciatingly carefully, to get the least obtrusive and cheapest items she can while keeping up appearances. When she plays cards in the pub, she dresses as a boy. It's so much easier to get people to take her seriously.
Personality: Georgeta Salajan. Bright, bubbly and fun. Also as stubborn as a mule with a kick to match. Once she gets her eye on a goal, there is no way in hell she’s going to let the opportunity slip past. She’ll work all day and all night for a hundred years to come closer to what she wants to be.
Which is, predominantly, normal.
She loves her family, but she hates the loneliness and the stigma that comes with being a gypsy. She wants to be like every other girl. And she’ll walk through fire and ice to get there.
But when she finally allows herself to relax, her natural personality shines through. She’s a little immature, true, but not silly per se. She just doesn’t understand a lot of the obsessions of her peers. She’s definitely easy to get along with, no doubt about that. She’s sweet, kind, gives the impression that you are absolutely the most important person in her world and in fact, she’s one of the least demanding people you’ll ever meet. Because she feels beholden to no one, the flipside is that nobody, in her mind, owes her anything. She’s spent years clawing her way up to the top by herself, so she doesn’t expect anybody to go out of their way to make things easier. She pays her debts, because she hates being in debt.
But if you can bring down her defences fully, you’ll be the first. She’s constantly on her guard, looking out for pitfalls, wary of standing out. Perhaps what she needs is somebody who she can truly share with?
Likes:
-Drawing
-Sewing
-Singing
-Her friends
-Relaxing
-School
-Children
-Card games
Dislikes:
-Travelling
-Bigots
-Poverty
-Giving up
-People who hurt her friends
-Alcohol
-Losing
Dreams:
-To find love
-To be able to stop working
-To have people like her
Fears:
-Being exposed as a fake
-Losing her family
-Being kicked out of the school
-Standing out too much
-Disease
-Heights
She’s slim and willowy. Not curvy, though. Having endured early adolescence with buxom Gypsy women, she is incredibly neurotic about her small breasts. Her skin is much more tanned than she’d like; she’s unable to shake off the result of thirteen years plus her holidays working outside.
Her dress sense tends towards moderately inexpensive and fairly plain dresses in dark colours, accessorised with bright jewellery. Her clothes are chosen excruciatingly carefully, to get the least obtrusive and cheapest items she can while keeping up appearances. When she plays cards in the pub, she dresses as a boy. It's so much easier to get people to take her seriously.
Personality: Georgeta Salajan. Bright, bubbly and fun. Also as stubborn as a mule with a kick to match. Once she gets her eye on a goal, there is no way in hell she’s going to let the opportunity slip past. She’ll work all day and all night for a hundred years to come closer to what she wants to be.
Which is, predominantly, normal.
She loves her family, but she hates the loneliness and the stigma that comes with being a gypsy. She wants to be like every other girl. And she’ll walk through fire and ice to get there.
But when she finally allows herself to relax, her natural personality shines through. She’s a little immature, true, but not silly per se. She just doesn’t understand a lot of the obsessions of her peers. She’s definitely easy to get along with, no doubt about that. She’s sweet, kind, gives the impression that you are absolutely the most important person in her world and in fact, she’s one of the least demanding people you’ll ever meet. Because she feels beholden to no one, the flipside is that nobody, in her mind, owes her anything. She’s spent years clawing her way up to the top by herself, so she doesn’t expect anybody to go out of their way to make things easier. She pays her debts, because she hates being in debt.
But if you can bring down her defences fully, you’ll be the first. She’s constantly on her guard, looking out for pitfalls, wary of standing out. Perhaps what she needs is somebody who she can truly share with?
Likes:
-Drawing
-Sewing
-Singing
-Her friends
-Relaxing
-School
-Children
-Card games
Dislikes:
-Travelling
-Bigots
-Poverty
-Giving up
-People who hurt her friends
-Alcohol
-Losing
Dreams:
-To find love
-To be able to stop working
-To have people like her
Fears:
-Being exposed as a fake
-Losing her family
-Being kicked out of the school
-Standing out too much
-Disease
-Heights
I've been around for a long, long year...
History: The child of two Gypsies, Alexander and Elena Salajan, Georgeta was born and raised in the grounds. She grew up with Gypsy blood, Gypsy traditions, Gypsy philosophy dyed to the bone. And she hated it.
Because every day, she saw the beautiful, rich students walking around, laughing, talking, just being teenagers.
Every day, she watched them, enchanted.
Every day, she longed to join them.
Surprisingly enough, her parents couldn’t afford it.
On her tenth birthday, she took action. She packed up her possessions, said goodbye to her family and caught the next train to London. She was only a child, but travel is in the Romany blood. Her family let her go, with injunctions to keep contact and stay safe.
In the city, she worked all day and all night to raise enough money for the fees. Being young, pretty and appealing, she managed to overcome the stigma and find a moderately well-paid job as a maid in a big house, and in her free time (eleven pm till six am, plus Sundays) she did various sewing jobs. By the time she turned thirteen, she had scraped together the money for the school.
Then disaster struck.
Georgeta’s little brother, Gabriel, contracted scarlet fever. He became worse and worse until it didn’t look like he’d make it through to the spring. And her parents, being all but penniless Gypsies, could not afford the doctor’s fee, even after Elena pawned her inherited gold and goods (“Gypsy tat, two bob,” the pawnbroker said as he catalogued several hundred pounds worth of jewellery). With fear and sadness weighing her down, but unable to leave her work, Georgeta put fifty pounds in an envelope and sent it off. In a whole year, she’d managed to earn just under a hundred pounds.
But, stubborn as she is, she refused to give up. No matter that she was several hundred pounds short of the fee, where there’s a will, there’s a way. She did bar work on her days off (which is where she learnt her wholely unladylike skill with cards), she sold paintings and continued her sewing, she found a higher-paying job as a nursemaid, she worked every hour God sent and several He didn’t, and in the September of her fourteenth year on earth she arrived at Florence once more, in a new dress made from material Elena found for her, wearing the gold jewellery bought back from the pawnbroker, every inch the lady.
She didn’t expect the cliques, the hatred, the disdain. It took her aback. But, after her first term, she never wanted to leave. She still admires the richest students, but she loves her friends regardless of whether they’re the haves or the have-nots.
In the holidays, she stays with her parents in the camp, but in name only; most of her free time is spent in the pub in town, working in the kitchen, and even when she’s in the caravan she’s working. It keeps her fees paid, it stops her from wearing threadbare dresses and no jewellery. In short, she earns enough to keep up the total illusion that she is the equal in wealth to her friends. Her sheer effort of will keeps her out of the Pity Party.
Family: Mother (Elena Salajan), father (Alexander Salajan), older brother (John Salajan), older brother (Andreas Salajan), older sister (Anna Salajan), younger sister (Celia Salajan), youngest brother (Gabriel Salajan)
Anything you'd like to add? GIGI'S BACK IN TOWN!
Because every day, she saw the beautiful, rich students walking around, laughing, talking, just being teenagers.
Every day, she watched them, enchanted.
Every day, she longed to join them.
Surprisingly enough, her parents couldn’t afford it.
On her tenth birthday, she took action. She packed up her possessions, said goodbye to her family and caught the next train to London. She was only a child, but travel is in the Romany blood. Her family let her go, with injunctions to keep contact and stay safe.
In the city, she worked all day and all night to raise enough money for the fees. Being young, pretty and appealing, she managed to overcome the stigma and find a moderately well-paid job as a maid in a big house, and in her free time (eleven pm till six am, plus Sundays) she did various sewing jobs. By the time she turned thirteen, she had scraped together the money for the school.
Then disaster struck.
Georgeta’s little brother, Gabriel, contracted scarlet fever. He became worse and worse until it didn’t look like he’d make it through to the spring. And her parents, being all but penniless Gypsies, could not afford the doctor’s fee, even after Elena pawned her inherited gold and goods (“Gypsy tat, two bob,” the pawnbroker said as he catalogued several hundred pounds worth of jewellery). With fear and sadness weighing her down, but unable to leave her work, Georgeta put fifty pounds in an envelope and sent it off. In a whole year, she’d managed to earn just under a hundred pounds.
But, stubborn as she is, she refused to give up. No matter that she was several hundred pounds short of the fee, where there’s a will, there’s a way. She did bar work on her days off (which is where she learnt her wholely unladylike skill with cards), she sold paintings and continued her sewing, she found a higher-paying job as a nursemaid, she worked every hour God sent and several He didn’t, and in the September of her fourteenth year on earth she arrived at Florence once more, in a new dress made from material Elena found for her, wearing the gold jewellery bought back from the pawnbroker, every inch the lady.
She didn’t expect the cliques, the hatred, the disdain. It took her aback. But, after her first term, she never wanted to leave. She still admires the richest students, but she loves her friends regardless of whether they’re the haves or the have-nots.
In the holidays, she stays with her parents in the camp, but in name only; most of her free time is spent in the pub in town, working in the kitchen, and even when she’s in the caravan she’s working. It keeps her fees paid, it stops her from wearing threadbare dresses and no jewellery. In short, she earns enough to keep up the total illusion that she is the equal in wealth to her friends. Her sheer effort of will keeps her out of the Pity Party.
Family: Mother (Elena Salajan), father (Alexander Salajan), older brother (John Salajan), older brother (Andreas Salajan), older sister (Anna Salajan), younger sister (Celia Salajan), youngest brother (Gabriel Salajan)
Anything you'd like to add? GIGI'S BACK IN TOWN!
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