Post by alisa noor ventimiglia on Aug 10, 2012 5:38:16 GMT -5
ALISANOORVENTIMIGLIA
-----Gender: Female
-----Age: Twenty-one
----Group: Local
----League: Professional
---Profession:
[/color] Fashion designer-----Character's name:Alisa Noor Ventimiglia
-----Gender: Female
-----Age: Twenty-one
----Group: Local
----League: Professional
---Profession:
-----Birthday: December 3rd, 1991
-----Sexuality: Heterosexual
---Secrets: When she was younger, Alisa used to have temper problems and she was often bullied for her religion and beliefs--which only made her temper problems worse. She also had self-harming history, but her family and her brother managed to pull her out of such a bad place in her life. She's been clean from self-harming for two years, and she buried her old temperamental self as deep as she could, so that people wouldn't get the wrong impression about her.
---Likes: Rain, books, getting to know strangers, learning new things, working at the boutique, etc.
---Dislikes Small enclosed spaces, heights, being told what to do, chocolate, being judged or streotyped, etc.
--- Strengths: Alisa is a jill of all trades, she's clever all around, and if she dislikes you, she might use her intelligence to intimidate you. She is also very independent and eloquent--something in her makes her impossible to ignore. Combined with her rebellious trait, she is a very precious asset if she's your friend, but a deadly weapon if she dislikes you.
---Obsession: She has this harmless obsession of fairytales and superheroes--nobody knows about this except her family, but if you're close enough to her, she might tell you. She is also obsessed with tulle (it's kind of her 'thing') and the theatrical rock band Panic! at the Disco (She blamed Jordan for this one.).
---Phobia: 1) She is vertigophobic (afraid of heights), and also 2) claustrophobic (afraid of small enclosed spaces).
---Favorite words: 'Yeah, sure, elevators aren't scary and Voldemort has a nose.' (She has many variations for this one.) 'Vivere senza rimpianti.' (Means 'live with no regrets', her favorite Italian phrase.)
--- Goals: She wants her label, Muse, to be the best in the world. She's halfway there, but she'll keep trying and trying for excellence--she's very ambitious. And even though she hates to admit it, she secretly wants to find that 'someone'. Someone she could spend her life with, someone who would love her with all his heart. Her attitude may seem very independent, with the whole 'i-got-this' aura that lingers around her, but she's lonely. Alisa Ventimiglia is lonely all this time.
---parents[/b] Alisa's father is a surgeon of Italian and British descent, the 47-year-old Joseph Ventimiglia, while her mother is a forensic anthropologist of Lebanese and Japanese descent, the 46-year-old Farzana Madavhi. Her parents met when Joseph was eighteen and Farzana was seventeen, and they quickly became good friends. Joseph slowly developed feelings for Farzana, the nonchalant, individual Muslim girl who friend-zoned him from the beginning. Eventually, his feelings grew stronger and stronger, and in a cold day in December, Joseph went to Farzana's mosque and converted to Islam there before he proposed to her, exactly two hours later.
That was the first time Farzana realized how much he loved her, and that night, she said yes.
---siblings:[/b] Alisa wasn't the only child--she has an older brother, Jordan Khalil Ventimiglia, who is two years older and also a forensic psychologist.
--- History of your character Alisa used to be shy and quiet, but it all changed when she entered junior high. Her friends began to bully her, and somehow, it triggered something in her, something that made her a rebellious teenager with temper problems. But her family stayed with her all the way, until she found her true love--fashion. She began her fashion label Muse when she was seventeen, with the help of her mother, and it became pretty famous after two good years of hard work. To this day, she remains consistent working hard for Muse.
OUT OF CHARACTER!
-----sampleroleplay:
Dancing slowly in an empty room,
can the lonely take a place of you?
Sing myself a quiet lullaby,
Let you go and let the lonely in
to take my heart again.
Alisa took a good sip of her tea before she glanced at the clock.
6.30 AM.
She was always an early riser--she wakes up at 5 AM everyday without exception, always with pleasure. Waking up earlier meant more time for work, and if only she could work for twenty-four hours straight, she'd do it in a blink of an eye. Her work, and her belief in God kept had been keeping her away from her self-harming problems in the past--and God, she'd do anything to keep herself away from her past.
Alisa shivered as another sip of warm tea made its way down her throat. A little bitter, but that was how she liked her morning tea. Not too sweet and slightly bitter, but warm and secure--just like her. Slightly smiling, she crossed her small-but-tidy flat to grab her hijab and get dressed properly. Just when she pinned her hijab in place, she heard someone knocking the door. Jordan, Alisa thought as she rolled her eyes at the ceiling. He was the only person who would drop by her flat this early--usually for free sister-made breakfast and tea. Or coffee, if he just pulled an all-nighter the night before. The habit of working ran in the family. Alisa opened the door, only to prove herself right. Her 23-year-old older brother was standing in front of her with his usual cheeky grin and messy dark blonde hair.
"Hey little sis," He grinned like a little boy with his usual cheerful aura. They didn't look alike at all, and they knew it. Alisa looked exactly like Farzana--she inherited her Asian looks, her eyes, even her indifference and independent traits. Jordan was a younger version of Joseph; he had Joseph's dark blond hair and gray eyes. Oh, except for the childish grin and cheerful nature. Nobody knew where did he get those.
"Breakfast?" Alisa asked, but she already knew the answer.
And as always, Jordan smiled and replied: "If you insist."
Alisa rolled her eyes again, but this time, she smiled. She actually loved these little times when Jordan showed up outside her door for a quick breakfast with her. And even though she wouldn't admit it for anything in the world, she loved her brother, and this is how she showed her love for him. "Well, come in then," she said.
The blond man entered the flat without being asked twice, like a little kid in a candy store. He was naive, immature, but at the same time a very good forensic psychologist--and Alisa never knew how in the world did he manage to balance the two radically different sides of him. He loved him either way. "So, what'll you have for breakfast?" Her brother put up his thinking face and he slowly said, "Do you know how nutritious eggs are? Especially when you eat them with muffins? But I don't know, that's what they say...It's not like I haven't eaten for the last 32 hours...Oh wait, that's right." Jordan burst into gales of laughter as he watched his little sister's blank 'the-hell-are-you-serious' face. "You know, Jordan Ventimiglia, you can just say you want omelettes with muffin instead of rambling all the way in a flat that's not even yours." A slight smile appeared on the girl's face as she turned around to prepare some breakfast for the both of them. Sarcasm was a tradtion, almost like an inside joke for the both of them. She loved it that way. "I like it here in your flat. It's much more organized than mine." Jordan sat down on a chair as he began to flip through the pages of a book that rested on a table right beside him. "How was work?" Alisa asked while she flipped the omelette, glancing over her shoulders to her brother, whose glasses was sliding down his nose. "Well," He suddenly said with an extremely different tone--this one was the professional, neutral, and flat tone that he used at work, "Quite interesting in my humble opinion. I was asked to provide psychotheraphy to to a crime victim who happened to have been suffering from posttraumatic stress disorder."
Alisa merely stared at him while thinking about her brother's ability to turn from an immature kid into a professional, fully-grown and mature psychologist in thirty seconds flat.
"How about you?"
Alisa hesitated for awhile, still holding the omelette and the muffin. "I'm," she started, "good."
No matter how much she loved her brother, she would never be able to tell him how lonely she was.
can the lonely take a place of you?
Sing myself a quiet lullaby,
Let you go and let the lonely in
to take my heart again.
Alisa took a good sip of her tea before she glanced at the clock.
6.30 AM.
She was always an early riser--she wakes up at 5 AM everyday without exception, always with pleasure. Waking up earlier meant more time for work, and if only she could work for twenty-four hours straight, she'd do it in a blink of an eye. Her work, and her belief in God kept had been keeping her away from her self-harming problems in the past--and God, she'd do anything to keep herself away from her past.
Alisa shivered as another sip of warm tea made its way down her throat. A little bitter, but that was how she liked her morning tea. Not too sweet and slightly bitter, but warm and secure--just like her. Slightly smiling, she crossed her small-but-tidy flat to grab her hijab and get dressed properly. Just when she pinned her hijab in place, she heard someone knocking the door. Jordan, Alisa thought as she rolled her eyes at the ceiling. He was the only person who would drop by her flat this early--usually for free sister-made breakfast and tea. Or coffee, if he just pulled an all-nighter the night before. The habit of working ran in the family. Alisa opened the door, only to prove herself right. Her 23-year-old older brother was standing in front of her with his usual cheeky grin and messy dark blonde hair.
"Hey little sis," He grinned like a little boy with his usual cheerful aura. They didn't look alike at all, and they knew it. Alisa looked exactly like Farzana--she inherited her Asian looks, her eyes, even her indifference and independent traits. Jordan was a younger version of Joseph; he had Joseph's dark blond hair and gray eyes. Oh, except for the childish grin and cheerful nature. Nobody knew where did he get those.
"Breakfast?" Alisa asked, but she already knew the answer.
And as always, Jordan smiled and replied: "If you insist."
Alisa rolled her eyes again, but this time, she smiled. She actually loved these little times when Jordan showed up outside her door for a quick breakfast with her. And even though she wouldn't admit it for anything in the world, she loved her brother, and this is how she showed her love for him. "Well, come in then," she said.
The blond man entered the flat without being asked twice, like a little kid in a candy store. He was naive, immature, but at the same time a very good forensic psychologist--and Alisa never knew how in the world did he manage to balance the two radically different sides of him. He loved him either way. "So, what'll you have for breakfast?" Her brother put up his thinking face and he slowly said, "Do you know how nutritious eggs are? Especially when you eat them with muffins? But I don't know, that's what they say...It's not like I haven't eaten for the last 32 hours...Oh wait, that's right." Jordan burst into gales of laughter as he watched his little sister's blank 'the-hell-are-you-serious' face. "You know, Jordan Ventimiglia, you can just say you want omelettes with muffin instead of rambling all the way in a flat that's not even yours." A slight smile appeared on the girl's face as she turned around to prepare some breakfast for the both of them. Sarcasm was a tradtion, almost like an inside joke for the both of them. She loved it that way. "I like it here in your flat. It's much more organized than mine." Jordan sat down on a chair as he began to flip through the pages of a book that rested on a table right beside him. "How was work?" Alisa asked while she flipped the omelette, glancing over her shoulders to her brother, whose glasses was sliding down his nose. "Well," He suddenly said with an extremely different tone--this one was the professional, neutral, and flat tone that he used at work, "Quite interesting in my humble opinion. I was asked to provide psychotheraphy to to a crime victim who happened to have been suffering from posttraumatic stress disorder."
Alisa merely stared at him while thinking about her brother's ability to turn from an immature kid into a professional, fully-grown and mature psychologist in thirty seconds flat.
"How about you?"
Alisa hesitated for awhile, still holding the omelette and the muffin. "I'm," she started, "good."
No matter how much she loved her brother, she would never be able to tell him how lonely she was.
This rebellious character is played by Alice. 3 years have passed since I began this whimsical rollercoaster ride. However, I have been living for 14 years and have been known as that quirky-odd type of girl. Enough about me, I also play as none. I found this incredible site at blackwoddasylum.proboards.com so never steal my world away from me or I will be forced to get The Mad Hatter to jinx you! && the I'll be your hero
[/i] (read the rules, you'll find it there)[/size]
- - - - -[/color]
HEYO ! THIS MAGICAL APPLICATION WAS MADE BY AMNA!? of UNKNOWN DARK INFINITY. Also the credits goes to Sarah and Shelby of UNKNOWN DARK INFINITY!. DOTCHA EVEN DARE TO STEAL, CAUSE AMNA WORKED REALLY HARD ON IT AND SHE'LL SENT HER PET VOLDIE TO JINX YOUZ!GET THAT? Kthanxbai ¢¾ [/center][/blockquote]
Now, here are some links you may need: