analise NICOTRA

[ANALISE NICOTRA]

analise nicotra

*hollywood deity

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»the basics

NAME:

Analise Elisabeth Nicotra

NICK NAMES:

ana, lizzy

CLASS:

deity

REINCARNATE:

nyx

AGE:

eighteen

GRADE:

senior year of highschool

ORIENTATION:

bisexual

»the image

EYE COLOR:

brown

HAIR COLOR:

brown

HEIGHT:

six foot two inches

WEIGHT:

one hundred and twenty pounds

CLOTHING STYLE:

Analise will not allow herself to be seen in public without looking her absolute best. She strives herself on her good looks. Some people call her vain because of this. She figures that if she looks good, though, why not flaunt it? She tries to stay with what’s popular in the fashion world, mostly because her cousins are involved in it, and she wants to go into fashion design when she graduates high school. Dresses, scarves, and heels are her favourite items in her wardrobe.

»the story

FAMILY:

Mother: Lia Nicotra
Father: Robert Nicotra

HOMETOWN:

Casoria, Italy

PAST:

In high school, two people met. Their names were Lia Grosso and Robert Nicotra. At first, they were indifferent towards each other. Sometimes they would pass each other in the hallways, and other times they would find themselves sitting near each other during lunch. Their friendship was barely existant, and most people didn’t notice that they knew each other at all. In Robert’s Junior Year and Lia’s Senior year, the two started to date. Their relationship lasted for approximately six months, and then abruptly ended when summer began. The two decided that they just weren’t good for each other.

Lia and Robert continued on with their lives. About three years later, Lia got out of another relationship, and found Robert again. This time, Lia was pregnant. Analise Elisabeth Nicotra was born on July 21. She was about two months premature, making her extremely small. She had to be hospitalized until she was up to normal size and healthy enough to be in the world outside of the hospital.

Analise was always a small child. Growing up, she was underweight. At about the age of eight, she moved from Casoria, Italy to Hollywood, California. It was a wonderful thing for Analise; she was more excited than ever before. Robert, who was American by birth, made sure that his daughter grew up learning English, and by the time she was eight, she could speak at about a kindergarten or first grade level. Once in Hollywood, she became quite the talkative little girl, chatting with anyone about anything as much as possible.

PRESENT:

Lia, Robert, and Analise now live in Hollywood. Analise spends most of her time hanging around the mall, and other places with her friends. She goes to Highschool there, as well, although she does not do very well. Her favourite subject of the day is her free period, which she set up so that she could skip the last period of school. She sees very little of her parents; they are usually at work, and she often spends time alone when at home. She is, however, allowed to have friends over at any hour of the night, and she uses that to her advantage.
Currently, she is interested in going to school for fashion design. Nothing else really seems to interest her, except for perhaps ending up at a party school or living off of her parents’ money. This would make her very happy, and whatever Analise wants, Analise has to get. That is the way the world works, after all.

»the extra

LIKES:

Family
Playing piano
Having a fun time
Parties
Friends
Girls
Fashion Design
Boys
Not doing anything she doesn’t want to
Italy
Watching football (soccer).
Playing instruments
Learning new things
Books

DISLIKES:

People that mess with her family.
People that are fun-ruiners
Boring people
Her aunt
maths
Hypocrites
Tuba
Bugs
Stupidity
Large, open spaces

OTHER INFO:

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»the writer

NAME:

ren

AGE:

fifteen

GENDER:

female

RP EXPERIENCE:

approximately 3 years

HOW YOU FOUND STS:

princess becket

RP SAMPLE:

Elle picked up her fork, letting it hover over the lemon custard before her for a few seconds before letting it disappear under the surface of the delectable treat. She wasn’t hungry anymore. Her hunger had disappeared long ago, when she was interrupted from her silence by a boy she didn’t know. Since then, absolutely nothing of interest had happened, and she was getting bored with all of the bits of nothing that were happening. Because, well, nothing was happening, was it? The house elves were scurrying around, cleaning up after the many students of Hogwarts. Now that she looked closer at it, they really did make a large mess. Elle felt a tad guilty, but then noticed the happy looks on all of their faces. They didn’t mind cleaning up after so many people. Were they mad? Elle was a neat freak, and even she hated cleaning up other people’s messes. How could they simply sit there and do it, and even more so, smile the whole time? Elle made a note to come down to the kitchens more often, not to bother the elves for treats, but to watch them as they went about their business. They were very interesting creatures, after all.

And still, nothing was going on. Sure, she had been distracted for a little while by the newcomer. Adam Marcell was not the ugliest of boys, and had not proved himself to be an arse just yet. Of course, he still had time, and seeing that he was still a male (and therefore obviously incompetent and sexist on the deepest of levels), he would probably do so in the next few minutes. It wasn’t that Eleanor had a bad experience with the opposite gender. Instead, her experience had been almost anything but. There would always be the occasional male that let slip a few bad comments, but surprisingly, she had found many of them to be more decent than her sister gave them credit for being. Granted, Elisha never thought highly of anyone besides Eleanor. But that wasn’t the matter here, was it? No. The matter was that she was getting far too comfortable around this Marcell fellow, and she needed a way to hate him (or at least see him as less than a god which she had to have sex with, and fast) and get rid of him. That was what Bishop girls did best. They got boys interested, and they dumped them. That way they would never be the ones crushed. “This might sound absolutely stupid and dreadful, but I don’t think I could quite get mad at you, Adam. Not now…and not ever. There’s just this something about you…”

Elle blushed, not wanting to answer the boy in front of her. He posed a good question, but it was truly something that she didn’t wish to think about. Not now, anyway. There were many parts to her, and she (as most people were), was a complex person. She liked people to know that, instead of having people assume that she was just a brainless blonde who came from a rich family and cared only for herself. But when it came to looking deeper into herself, and finding out that there were more nooks and crannies to her personality than she originally saw, she began to dread ever considering herself deep. And with Adam, well, she wasn’t sure what she wanted him to think. On one hand, she could completely scare him, and make him think that she was a mindless blonde bimbo. On the other hand, it was quite possible that she had already gone too far for that. Instead, she could probably scare him in other ways, such as telling him too much at one time. That, unfortunately, had pitfalls as well. The more she told him, the more he knew. The more he knew, the more he could use against her. Why couldn’t things just be easy for once?

Well, yes, Adam, they are. But I’m not quite sure I want to just, you know, be all open yet. It isn’t that I don’t trust you, or that I think you’re not worthy or anything, but I’m just not used to opening up and all that stuff. I mean, nobody asks me what I like, or who I am. Plus, I mean, I don’t trust myself to say the right things, or to you know, keep you interested and all that other stuff too. I guess I’m just rambling a whole bunch of nothing… Elle bit the inside of her cheek again, coming close to blushing. Why couldn’t she just keep herself quiet? Why did she have to ramble on and on like an absolute fool? She just wanted to bloody get out of there, and fast. It things continued to escalate, she would find herself pouring her heart out to the boy, and they had just met. Eleanor Bishop was not used to this. She wasn’t used to warm gestures, nice people, or anything of that kind. And when one happened to fall into her path, when a boy such as this happened to come into her life, she made a complete idiot out of herself by rambling on and on. She was very smooth about it all, too, when she felt heat coming into her cheeks.

But Adam was mad. Adam was in fact, so mad, that he was snapping at her, his words like frozen ice stabbing at her heart. It was hard for her to admit how she felt for him, and even harder to both send and receive mixed messages. She was not sure of what she wanted, though. And if Elle didn’t know what the desired outcome was, how was she supposed to get there? If she didn’t know how she felt, which feeling was she supposed to push forward? It wasn’t until after the kiss, the glorious, wonderful, amazing kiss, that she knew exactly how she felt. She loved him. Love was a strong word for her feelings, but she didn’t know any other way to put it. It was not love, but it was not just a simple high school crush. This attraction that she felt, well, she could not explain it. Instead, she simply kissed him again, licking his bottom lip, asking, nearly begging him for entry so that their tastes could intermingle with their scents. She pulled back, turning her head away. Her face was the reddest it had been in a while, and a tear fell down her face, cooling a small piece of her skin.

I…I’m sorry, Adam. I didn’t mean to say it that way. You’re a nice guy, a good guy, and I mean that. And I don’t really give a damn about your blood status, either. I think you’re a wonderful person, and I feel like an idiot for what I said, and I really don’t want you to be mad at me, and really, Adam, I think that you’re really really a great person, and I can’t stand being such an idiot right now. I feel like such an ass. I didn’t mean to snap at you, really, I didn’t. Shit, Adam, I can’t even form a coherent thought. Please forgive me? She asked, rambling longer than she intended to. She looked into his eyes, trying to silently plead with him. Hopefully, it would work. All she wanted to do was get on his good side again. Would he let her? If so, why? She definitely didn’t deserve it. I’d like that, by the way. If you joined. You’re really good.

»the secret word

PASSWORD: [whisper=admin, trey, takara] tartarus, bby.[/whisper]

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