Post by Alaina Robarge on Feb 28, 2009 21:01:05 GMT -5
;; fundamentals
full name;; Alaina Dahlia Robarge.
nickname;; Dahlia.
birthday;; August 4th.
age;; Twelve.
sexual orientation;; Bisexual.
job;; A wandering pianist?
class;; Upper.
Canon;; No.
;; appearance
general;; The first thing people notice about Alaina is always the way she dresses. Her dark, peculiar style never chances as she always wears similar plain clothes. Her shirts rarely expose the neck or wrists, nor do her skirts show any part of her legs. Whether those clothes are clean or not is optional on her part. Many doubt she has any formal attire because of this. Her hair is almost always braided in some strange fashion, parts of it often framing her face. Since her jaw is more pointed, she's a bit taller than the normal girl, and her eyes are a bit smaller than average she has a tendency to look older than she actually is.
Her bangs are always perfectly cut (giving her a slightly sinister appearance), and if they aren't she'll fix them herself. Her eyes are hazel, which Alaina never really noticed until recently (she doesn't look in the mirror often). Her lips are plumper than what she would prefer, her body lean and somewhat bony. Her face is often tilted up in a dignified or calm manner, or else the dark circles under her eyes become evident.
favorite;; Alaina doesn't like a particular part of her body, but if she had to pick she would most likely choose her hands.
hate;; The circles under her eyes.
heritage;; French.
ethnicity;; Caucasian.
;; personality
general;; Alaina has a very, very bad habit of rubbing people the wrong way the first time they have a conversation. Whether it's an honest remark taken the wrong way or something else, not many get along with her at the start because of her blatant honesty and nonexistant manners. Once a person gets to know her however, it becomes clear that she holds no malice against anyone and that's just the way she is (not many have attempted to change her). Although she's known to be proud and vivacious, she remains unusually quiet in public unless addressed.
Quick to get angry and just as quick to forgive, Alaina loves to be independent and comfortable. She loves to have fun, but is also thoughtful of what others need. She listens to what people have to say, usually in hopes of understanding them more. Though she would never think of the possibility herself, she's also very bright. But her perceptive comments are often looked down upon as insults or sarcasm. She is also stubborn, open-minded about some topics yet extremely close-minded on others. Her strange knack for creativity comes naturally, as does her memory loss. She can just as easily create a song and then forget half of it.
hobbies;;
Playing the piano
Composing songs for the piano
Fooling around
Researching unusual topics
Getting into trouble
dislikes;;
Clean rooms
Losing
Forgetting something
Getting criticized
Being labeled as a child
People who are too polite
Close contact
likes;;
Winning
Teasing people
Having fun
Reading books
Learning/sharing secrets
Having friends
Messy areas
Fears;;
Losing her hands
Having no friends or family
The Opera Ghost
Men taller than she is
People she can't understand
Secrets;;
Her current guardians are abusive
She has asthma
She usually falls asleep when watching operas
;; origins
general;;
Alaina was born as a bright but sickly child of a rich couple. She started playing piano during her childhood, which was when her talent started to flourish. But she wasn't the only one, she was also the younger sister of a beautiful prodigious young dancer named Celine. In their small town many, many towns away from Paris she had become a sensation. Alaina was always extremely proud of her older sister, as they both got along well since their parents weren't always around. While Celine enjoyed dancing in public, Alaina's poor health didn't allow her to go out often with her sister. Both were raised in the same sheltered household with a tutor, each learning at a young age that being clean and educated was the way to go. Finally they moved to Paris a few months later.
A few weeks after settling in Paris, when she was six years old, someone broke in and attempted to kidnap Celine and Alaina when their parents were out working. The person caught Celine first by knocking her unconscious, but then went after Alaina with a gun. Hearing her sister's previous screams of terror, she escaped their home and went into the nearest forest with the kidnapper on her heels. Although she eventually managed to throw off the person who took her sister, she also got herself lost in the process. Fatigued, she fainted and was found the next day by the police. They caught the kidnapper a few months later, a completely insane man with devious ulterior motives. Celine's body was found in his house.
The incident proved enough to render Alaina mute and home-bound for three years, and even after that she was deemed by doctors to be mentally unstable. However around this point in time she realized her sister had always been living her life to the fullest. So what the heck was she doing just sitting around at home for!? With a sudden surge of strength she made significant recovery from the incident. Yet with the recovery came a strange transformation. Alaina became unruly and messy, always having the urge to break anything perfectly clean. Her lifestyle flipped upside-down, as did her wardrobe and personality. And she was determined to stay that way for the rest of her life, thinking her parents would support her through everything. But it was too late, her parents were too stressed out by Celine's death and just couldn't take care of her. They sent Alaina (along with her piano) to live with her aunt and uncle.
parents;; Corbin and Anette Robarge (both alive).
siblings;; Celine Robarge (dead).
other;;
;; roleplaying
sample;;cyrille said:What would be seen through an adult's eyes? Would an adult find the situation more amusing? Cyrille dragged herself through the ground in long strides, her head tilted toward the ground. She looked all-around pathetic with her hair slightly out of shape and frazzled, a little self-loathing happened to do that to a person. Yet she couldn't complain since the current situation was the best she'd ever had in ages. A stable job that could just support a family of three. Her mother bought the coat she had desired for weeks, and her brother could finally pay a visit to a good hospital for his work injuries. So what could be wrong?
Everything, she wanted to scream like a child. She was getting too caught up in her work. At first Cyrille only wanted the money, and the offer of talent for cash was quite tempting. But seeing people look up at her like some great heroine also gave her an unexplainable feeling. Being loved just for one's voice... She wouldn't deny it, selfishness was a main part of her personality. Too bad she often forgot to mention it, or else she could have continued working at the Moulin Rouge. But being on stage was simply too addicting.
Finally stopping in the middle of the area, she made herself comfortable by making herself face forward like a child being put into a 'time out' space. Grow up, the woman told herself repeatedly. It had happened a few days ago in fact. Cyrille had decided to step out of her normal routine of wearing professional clothes to wear something more frilly and pink. It looked pretty nice on her, she had to admit. But late in the afternoon, after practice while she was packing up it happened. Even though her face couldn't have been seen, her copper hair was still visible. And yet, some of the older patrons still walked up to her and said...
"Madame Christine!"
She pouted, then stopped to scratch her head in a masculine fashion. Not to mention the new leading lady, but similar to an adolescent, she decided to sulk about each situation separately. So was she just some duplicate? Or even worse, a failure as a duplicate? A firm hand met her cheek. Bad girl, the actress scolded herself. She had to get her act together. Fate seemed to work that way. Almost everyone around knew Christine de Changy was a sweet lady, and rumor was the new lead was just as kind. Cyrille pouted again, looking out at the area with a blank gaze. She had not the talent nor the luck. Oh, she was totally jealous.
"I'm no good like this..."
;; behind the character
name;; Skye.
age;; I don't have one!
gender;; Female.
years roleplaying;; A couple of years.
location;; On your ceiling...
How You found us;; I've been here.
