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In Sentaku 5 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
In shhhh 5 yrs ago Forum: Character Sheets
Elvina Feliz
18 - Aquarius - Senior - 5'3" - Alexa Demie


“In the beginning, god like created heaven and like, earth and for what it's worth I think that he might've created me first...and everyone else is just a bad copy.”

▬ Elvina pointed out, to anybody within earshot.




Appearance Details


Elvina treats each and every day as if she were starring as the main model of a runway show; even in sweats or leggings, she carried herself with an air of elegance that could rival a young widow entitled to their late husband's inheritance. Her closet, since middle school, has been inspired by early 2000s fashion meets street fashion. Elvina's hair was where her power resided, expensively set into smooth black waves like the rippling of satin. It was the setting for the presentation of the main act, her face--dimples so worked into her that her smile was more of a flicker of light across a blade, a rarity. Her eyes, of the usual brown, didn't encourage familiarity, the basic portrayal of a "resting bitch face." Her biggest imperfection was the small beauty mark falling under her right earlobe, all in plain sight if not hidden by her hair. For Elvina, any mark on her face ruins the high standards she keeps her self-image at.

Standing at five-three in her socks, Elvina's body was petite but of average measurements when it comes down to her interpretation. She doesn't have the hourglass proportions that she deems perfection so instead creates the illusion of it with her clothing choice.
Characterization


Vanity was the beginning and end of Elvina's character; oftentimes, people forgetting the inbetweens. At her best, Elvina is egotistical and self-assertive--creating her own atmosphere regardless of where she goes. However, because of how strong the color of her personality is, people would often assume the worst of her (which wasn't too far from the truth.) Her pride sky-rockets when she's in social situations and normally is the one trait that keeps her from making immoral decisions--willfully owning up to her mistakes simply because she wouldn't deny the thought-process that led to that decision.

She's constantly told that her honesty can be over the top which is something she learned from growing up in a household with caretakers who had nothing to hide from each other. Elvina lives with her aunt (from her mother's side) and her partner; her parents died when she was barely 6 years old. Her memory of her parents are a clouded haze so her connection to her aunt is as honest as it gets. In terms of personal relations, Elvina rarely connects with someone enough to consider them a friend. As her aunt constantly points out, in a poor attempt to psychoanalyze her, Elvina is afraid of commitment. Elvina, on the one hand, believes that people just aren't interesting enough to keep around since they play the same old tune over and over and over again.

As a result, Elvina has never truly belonged to a clique. She would interact with others on a minimal level, oftentimes ending just at greetings, which made her seem lonelier than she actually felt. She didn't care since her own company was the best company she could have and being her last year of high school, she figured there were bigger stages awaiting just months away. Although Elvina was never really tolerated in most of the clubs she attempted to join (that and how easily she lost interest) she still built up enough stamina and her reflexes from playing volleyball with her caretakers.

Elvina and parties went together as perfectly as vanilla ice cream and sprinkles; her go-to escape from life would be crashing the high school house parties, showing off her carefully tailored outfit, drinking some, eating some, instigating drama, and leaving once she lost interest. A lot of what Elvina portrays is what she wants people to see in her, so a lot of the times no one would have guessed that Elvina would never dye her hair or cut it. She's also a big fan of reptiles and hopes to own a crested gecko when she's older. Also she's slightly self-conscious of her hands, since she tends to sweat easily, and the fact that she can't whistle--to the point of frustration.

Unfortunately, you can only trust Elvina as far as you could throw her. She's the type to make decisions based upon her overall comfortableness and well-being. That being said, she's not cruel with her decision-making but she had never been placed in a situation where she needed to wage the possibility of her life over others. Due to her failure to commit to people and her prideful character, the safe assumption that she would choose herself over others with no remorse is only right.
Inventory

- A cheetah print purse containing a small makeup bag, her emergency snacks and a small notebook that's printed with the Aquarius constellation.
- Her house keys that are wrapped with various of decorations that her aunt gifted her whenever she traveled for work.
- Her smartphone that's wrapped in a tight pink case, no scratches or cracks are seen.
- A nail filer.




In Shelter 5 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay



Elvina Feliz



Location: Teacher's Lounge: Stockbridge High




Spouts of memories flashed through her mind like a broken faucet but the only person she focused on was her mother. The young woman grabbed the small hands of the child, both prancing around in the tight living room--dancing along to a soft tune. The bright warmth of sunlight in springtime, streaming through a window, warmed up a patch on the carpet. Elvina's young self placed her tiny feet on top of her mother's, their sizes a clear juxtaposition between the two. Her hands clasped tightly together with the woman, the two wearing a big smile on their cheeks. Every bit of her mother ravished Elvina's imagination, titillating thoughts of her features--deconstructing the qualities that Elvina didn't even realize she remembered.

(For the first time in her life, Elvina missed the idea of a mother's warmth)

She blinked, her eyelids dragging down with weariness until she reopened her eyes once more with more force. Her gaze motioned down towards her feet; her legs hugging her chest. Her head groggily shifted upwards, staring at the crowd of students. Faces she'd see here and there, passing her swiftly in the hallways. They were nothing special to her. Her eyes slanted downwards as she focused on her bruised knees. The purple material that hugged her body, a tinny dress with white flower prints, was no longer pristine and crisp. Stains she couldn't even begin to fathom how to remove littered her dress and the denim jacket she so carefully chose to accent her dress (with a vibrant purple fur puff coating the top part), vibrantly echoed it's significance to those who flashed their attention on Elvina. Her stare, having returned to her knees, dug itself into the red growing color; the short image of Elvina falling under the stampede of students replayed itself in a sick marathon.

With her copper against honey and sage orbs edged their stare deeper at the bruises--Elvina scrunched up her face in frustration, casting aside her thoughts and focusing on her present situation. All she needed to do was not get herself killed. She watched everyone barricade themselves in and others jittering around in worry. A student crying in a corner and the other, presenting a question to all.

A plan.

That might've been a good idea if someone had spoken about a full blown scheme of how to get out. She scoffed and clicked her teeth under her breath. Then the SUV was mentioned. And then the lack of space. Immediately, Elvina's inner mind workers (literally like that spongebob episode) began planning how she could possibly become one of those six people. She straightened her posture, her whole persona changed completely, but before she could speak someone else beat her to the punch.


"Huh?!" Without missing a beat, Elvina responded.

"Waiting here is just going to increase our fucking chances of dying." She crossed her arms, "We're sitting ducks while waiting for these idiots to get their shit together."

She needed to get home to her aunt fast and if nobody was planning on leaving any time soon, Elvina would just have to leave herself. The girl's thumb rose to her lip, absentmindedly stroking her lower lip.

In Shelter 5 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
Elvina Feliz
18 - Aquarius - Senior - 5'3" - Alexa Demie


“In the beginning, god like created heaven and like, earth and for what it's worth I think that he might've created me first...and everyone else is just a bad copy.”

▬ Elvina pointed out, to anybody within earshot.




Appearance Details

Elvina treats each and every day as if she were starring as the main model of a runway show; even in sweats or leggings, she carried herself with an air of elegance that could rival a young widow entitled to their late husband's inheritance. Her closet, since middle school, has been inspired by early 2000s fashion meets street fashion. Elvina's hair was where her power resided, expensively set into smooth black waves like the rippling of satin. It was the setting for the presentation of the main act, her face--dimples so worked into her that her smile was more of a flicker of light across a blade, a rarity. Her eyes, of the usual brown, didn't encourage familiarity, the basic portrayal of a "resting bitch face." Her biggest imperfection was the small beauty mark falling under her right earlobe, all in plain sight if not hidden by her hair. For Elvina, any mark on her face ruins the high standards she keeps her self-image at.

Standing at five-three in her socks, Elvina's body was petite but of average measurements when it comes down to her interpretation. She doesn't have the hourglass proportions that she deems perfection so instead creates the illusion of it with her clothing choice.
Characterization

Vanity was the beginning and end of Elvina's character; oftentimes, people forgetting the inbetweens. At her best, Elvina is egotistical and self-assertive--creating her own atmosphere regardless of where she goes. However, because of how strong the color of her personality is, people would often assume the worst of her (which wasn't too far from the truth.) Her pride sky-rockets when she's in social situations and normally is the one trait that keeps her from making immoral decisions--willfully owning up to her mistakes simply because she wouldn't deny the thought-process that led to that decision.

She's constantly told that her honesty can be over the top which is something she learned from growing up in a household with caretakers who had nothing to hide from each other. Elvina lives with her aunt (from her mother's side) and her partner; her parents died when she was barely 6 years old. Her memory of her parents are a clouded haze so her connection to her aunt is as honest as it gets. In terms of personal relations, Elvina rarely connects with someone enough to consider them a friend. As her aunt constantly points out, in a poor attempt to psychoanalyze her, Elvina is afraid of commitment. Elvina, on the one hand, believes that people just aren't interesting enough to keep around since they play the same old tune over and over and over again.

As a result, Elvina has never truly belonged to a clique. She would interact with others on a minimal level, oftentimes ending just at greetings, which made her seem lonelier than she actually felt. She didn't care since her own company was the best company she could have and being her last year of high school, she figured there were bigger stages awaiting just months away. Although Elvina was never really tolerated in most of the clubs she attempted to join (that and how easily she lost interest) she still built up enough stamina and her reflexes from playing volleyball with her caretakers.

Elvina and parties went together as perfectly as vanilla ice cream and sprinkles; her go-to escape from life would be crashing the high school house parties, showing off her carefully tailored outfit, drinking some, eating some, instigating drama, and leaving once she lost interest. A lot of what Elvina portrays is what she wants people to see in her, so a lot of the times no one would have guessed that Elvina would never dye her hair or cut it. She's also a big fan of reptiles and hopes to own a crested gecko when she's older. Also she's slightly self-conscious of her hands, since she tends to sweat easily, and the fact that she can't whistle--to the point of frustration.

Unfortunately, you can only trust Elvina as far as you could throw her. She's the type to make decisions based upon her overall comfortableness and well-being. That being said, she's not cruel with her decision-making but she had never been placed in a situation where she needed to wage the possibility of her life over others. Due to her failure to commit to people and her prideful character, the safe assumption that she would choose herself over others with no remorse is only right.
Inventory

- A cheetah print purse containing a small makeup bag, her emergency snacks and a small notebook that's printed with the Aquarius constellation.
- Her house keys that are wrapped with various of decorations that her aunt gifted her whenever she traveled for work.
- Her smartphone that's wrapped in a tight pink case, no scratches or cracks are seen.
- A nail filer.




In Shelter 5 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
@Inkarnate

yes!!!!! 100% shes so gorg

@Darcs

destined frenemies >:)
In Shelter 5 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay


In Shelter 5 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
I'll have my CS up soon !!! c:
interestedddd
interesteddddd c:
Somi sighed, which wasn't a normal response from someone who had spent their entire time freaking out. After the lady beside her finished reading the order for all to hear, Somi had just realized the new opened door. Did she care? Not really. It's not like it was their way out, so what was the use of gleefully entering the new area as if they were all on a treasure hunt. If anything, Somi wondered if they would all stay in one room and complete the orders; how many more would it be till the 'king' would get bored and they'd all just die?

The king was dangerous, but whats more dangerous is a group of strangers stuck in a tight-lipped building desperate to survive.

After the woman spoke aloud, reciting the order for all to hear--Somi reread it. Player #3, rip out all of Player #4's eyelashes. Player #6, consume the blood, tooth, nail, and lashes. Never would Somi have thought to ever do this in her life, none of the orders she took back at home were as intense as this one--she had hoped it would've never gotten to this point. But Somi, as hypocritical as she was, would've done it all for the money. Was she getting money here? Not exactly, but maybe something as equally important. She was just betting her life. And her family.

Riley was an extra 'nope' in her list of people to never interact with. As they were acting like this whole ordeal was like a game to them. Which she found stupid but was she going to ever say that? No. Somi didn't want to get stabbed. Her eyes traced the crowd as they disappeared into the second room, but her mind was still on the tooth. She'd have to swallow it. She'd have to imagine it as a pill and just swallow it whole with no second guessing. Somi stared longingly at the bloodied tooth. With one step at a time, she eventually made her way towards the tooth. As uninviting as it was, Somi still picked it up, her body immediately shuddered as a response. She started trembling once more, it was still hard for her to overcome it. Sure it wasn't as horrible as inflicting pain on herself, but it's not like Somi found this meal a delicacy. Hell, if she had been the type to normally enjoy human body parts a la carte, this would've came naturally to her. However, that not being the case here, this was going to be difficult. She stuffed the cursed tooth in her pocket and scanned the floor in search for the nail.

She eventually found a red coated nail, without a second thought(because Somi did not want to keep thinking about it)she grabbed it and once again stuffed it into her pocket. She had two of the needed items, the one thing left that she needed was to consume blood and lashes. Was she to consume the blood of the ladies finger? Or could she consume the seeping blood from her hand? Or did the blood already oozing off the nail and the tooth count? Somi cradled her chin in thought. In any case, the order only says 'blood,' not that they have to consume a certain someone's blood. Plus, she didn't exactly want to lick someone else's bloody finger--at least not in front of so many people. It's awkward, she reasoned. Then Somi instantly thought, what if she didn't swallow the needed necessities? How would the King know that she consumed it? If she would just hold it in her mouth, under her tongue; the king wouldn't exactly know. Although consume does mean to "ingest" something, Somi found it hard to believe the king could exactly see what she was doing.

Unless they were among us.

Oh.

Oh?

Somi stood still for a moment. Silence lay like a down-filled duvet over the area, muffling the slightest sound and creating an atmosphere of total tranquility. The quietness was almost tangible, no rustle of clothing, breathing slow and barely audible, even the once creaking of the building settling was stilled completely. Somi began to suspect.

She entered the new found room, watching everyone stand by and examining their area. Ryan, the first person she noticed--was trying his best to get out of this order. Which she didn't blame him, she wanted every chance to just drop everything and run away. But that didn't mean he wasn't under suspicion. It could all be an act. Everyone could be playing an act. Don't trust anyone.

"...Riley and Somi? Funeral home maintenance bills and some kind of big transfer to the Velskaya Corporation. Sounds like you two might know something about this. I found mine too, and Somi's. This King sure did some research before he went after us, didn't he."

This caught Somi out of her trance as she heard her name called. The blond macho man spoke up about certain bills and papers and money that she herself didn't kno--

Suddenly, Somi remembered the countless of bills she paid. All the money she received from others when she completed requests, all went towards bills and debts her father couldn't pay. She squinted her eyes at him, she kept this life of her a secret; but as long as it wasn't said how she got the money, Somi stayed quiet.

Somi turned her attention to the Ryan and Riley talking it out with one another, Ryan going back and forth with the blond man and Riley insisting on just pulling the lashes out. She did however agree with the blond man that cutting wasn't going to work since it does say to "pull," which showed Somi that these orders are a play on words. Blond man proved her theory that necessarily, Somi can consume the blood by just swallowing the nail and tooth--as the two were both coated in the substance. She covered her mouth as a smile rose, she could win; win against the despicable, disgusting, sly king. Listening to the exasperated begging of Ryan and the pointing of a knife by Riley, Somi made her way towards the sinks.

Not wanting to excitably admit it, Somi was ready to consume the denticle and the nail. She was ready to hold a mouthful of water in her mouth, pop in the tooth, swallow, repeat--and then get on with her day. As she let the hand leave her mouth, a smile rose higher and higher, Somi reached for the handles of the sink and began to turn.

She pulled again.

Again.

Somi, turned around in a defeated posture and spoke out.

"I can't..." Her pride broke, "I don't..I don't know how to swallow pills without water." Her hand gripped onto her arm, "I need--I know this is--I know I'm being annoying right now. But, I need...Someone to push their finger down and help me.... swallow it." She propped the tooth and nail above eye length, towards the crowd.

She hated this.


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