Post by Martina van Duzen on Sept 16, 2006 20:54:18 GMT -5
About YOU:
Alias:
Tasha/Tash/The Tashinator/Tashy/T-bar/Big T/Tatonkatash.If you can make up any other nicknames you get points <3
Years:
15-turning 16
RP Experiance:
Abount three years.I think.
Character Stats:
Surname:
van Duzen
First Name:
Martina(pronounced martine)
Middle Name:
Jacoba
Age:
19
Height:
5'6"
Year:
Drop-out
Schedule:
N/A
Occupation?:
Bartends at Outer Limit.
Gender:
Female
Celeb. Used:
Jac Vanek
Pets:
Doberman Pincher,Rawr
Personality:
Martina is what you would call a distinct personality.Or just an individual.Your choice of name,but that is what she is.If you tell her to do something she willl question you until she is satisfied.She could be and is considered a defiant person,and doesn't like taking orders.She is not afraid to chase her dreams,or chase what she wants.She is by no means a control freak,but does like to know whats going on.If it involves something important she will bring down her level of hard-headedness and non-listening ways.
She is a hard worker,mind you,and will do whatever she needs to,to make a living.Since she has been alone most of her life she had to grow up on her own and knows what a work ethic is.Give her a job and she will do it to the best of her abilities.As much as a day off is nice,she does not like them.Martina has a hard time relaxing when she knows she could be making more money to make a few more ends meet,or even have a little extra money.
Despite her defiant ways,Martina is a very easy going and friendly person.Trusting takes a little longer,but she will be friendly to anyone.To her a stranger is simply a friend she has not met yet.Unless of course she knows who you are and you pose a threat.She can be protective,and is of the people she cares about.Enemies seem few and far between to other people,but they aren't that rare.She will have a few,and she will not speak to them unless she is spoken to by them.
As for people on the street,Martina will not usually speak unless spoken too.She doesn't like sharing seriously personal information,and usually doesn't until she knows a person well enough.She does not like people who are all alike and likes people who are individual and original.She considers herself original.
Appearance:
Martina is a rather small person.Tall,yes,but slight in size.She does not pack around a lot of extra weight or muscle,but does have a rather nice figure.Unlike most people she knows she does not have a huge muscle mass,and isn't rippling with muscles.Since she grew up with thugs and punks in the red light district of Amsterdam,that was what she was used to.Her legs are long and shapely,and her arms are as well.Her limbs are in proportion to the rest of her body,and she isn't a long gangly thing.As a child she was,but in her teenage years she grew out of that.
Her hair is long and blonde,and a bang cuts across her forehead.It is so blonde it is almost white,and is layered all over for a light effect.It falls to about her chest and is usually always worn down.Rarely is it in a pony tail.Depending on the week or month,her hair will have streaks of color in them.
Her skin is a pale white,and her eyes are a dark brown.She inheritaed her skin complexion from her family and nationality.Most of her traits are inherited,but her eyes are all her own.They look like pieces of dark coal mined from the center of a mountain.She usually wears pink or light colored eye shadow and wears it heavily.To darken her eyes black eyeliner is put around them and makes them that much harder to miss.Martina loves her eyes and likes to use them.
Her lips are a pale pink,and are usually always in a neutral position.She is never smiling and never frowning.Well,never is a big word.She does smile,but to see her smile you have to work hard to get her too.Unless she is having fun.
History:
Life in the red light district of Amsterdam isn't easy to begin with,but raising your siblings doesn't make it any easier.Martina Jacoba van Duzen was born into the hard life.Her child hood wasn't very happy for the people around her,or her,but she managed to make it alright.Her family was not rich like some of the city,but they managed to feed Martina and her two younger siblings atleast twice a day.Money was tight in the van Duzen household,but somehow they all lived alright.
The family was strongly religious and believed that god would help them through everyday life.They believed that was what had kept them alive so far.Church was a big occasion on sundays and nothing else was done on Sunday.All seemed to be alright,except for financials,as she grew up.Martina got made fun of in school because she had no money,but she took it all and eventually began fighting those who made fun of her.A day without being talked to by a teacher was a good day.
School was something she did not look forward to,neither did her siblings because the same thing happened to them.Despite the trouble Martina cuased her family,they all loved eachother and stayed close.Until the d-day of the van Duzen house.Martina's parents had gone out for a moment to buy some groceries,leaving the 16 yearold Martina in charge.They never came home.The phone had rung four hours after her parents had left.It was the police.The number made Martina nervous since she had recently been in trouble with them.Skeptically answering the phone,she listened to find out her parents had died in a wreck.
It hit Martina and her siblings like a freight train,and they were forever changed.Fearing that they would all be split up into orphanages,Martina went to social services and the city and asked that they be able to stay together in their house with Martina raising them.She was 16 and swore she would be able to do it.They made a deal that as long as they stayed out of trouble,they could stay together.
Martina dropped out of school and took two jobs,one as a barmaid at the club Casa Rosso and another as a maid for a wealthy family in the nicer areas of Amsterdam.Martina worked hard to make ends meet,and often would pass out on the couch after her jobs had ended.She went without sleep for days at a time,and her siblings got mad that she was never home.In rebellion,they started creating trouble with the cops,and joined a local gang.Martina knew most of the gang bangers and thugs around the area since she had dated a few and grew up around them.
Eventually the cops caught onto her siblings and seperated the three.It had been three years since her parents had parished.She was 19 and old enough to live on her own,so her siblings were sent off to homes.Deciding that there was more for her somewhere else,she left Amsterdam, and headed to the states.Now she has taken up residence here,and hopes things will be better.She is still as broke as before,but now has just herself to feed.
Possessions:
-A few items of clothes
-$4000 cash(all of her money)
-Pencil and paper
-Cell phone
-Cigarettes
RPG Sample: [AT LEAST a paragraph. 5 Sentances.]
From another site
The streets and alleyways,she had been told,were the worst place for anyone.Attractive blondes especially.You should only be there if you want sex,drugs or crime.In her mind it was perfect to find work.Surely there was someone on these dark aves that would want someone killed and would pay.Or atleast something for her to do.Maybe someone,she didn't know.
Black leather jacket hugged her torso as dark jeans hung rather loose from her waist.Black and white checkered Circa's cushioned her feet as she made her way farther into the darkness of the streets.A single streetlight shone,lighting up the pitch blackness of the sky.Stopping at a corner,she reached inside a pocket and pulled a cigarette.Sticking it between her pink lips,she flicked a lighter and lit the end.Taking a long pull on the cigarette,she let the smoke flow from between her lips.It felt good.She hadn't had one in a few days and it had started to bother her.Now all she needed was a little more 'touch me' and a job.She hadn't drawn too much blood lately and that bothered her more.Too many things were beginning to bother her.Relaxation was in mind,but how she would and when she would were two details left behind.Taking another drag,she glared around at all the prostitutes and dealers.There had to be someone with a grudge somewhere.
Alias:
Tasha/Tash/The Tashinator/Tashy/T-bar/Big T/Tatonkatash.If you can make up any other nicknames you get points <3
Years:
15-turning 16
RP Experiance:
Abount three years.I think.
Character Stats:
Surname:
van Duzen
First Name:
Martina(pronounced martine)
Middle Name:
Jacoba
Age:
19
Height:
5'6"
Year:
Drop-out
Schedule:
N/A
Occupation
Bartends at Outer Limit.
Gender:
Female
Celeb. Used:
Jac Vanek
Pets:
Doberman Pincher,Rawr
Personality:
Martina is what you would call a distinct personality.Or just an individual.Your choice of name,but that is what she is.If you tell her to do something she willl question you until she is satisfied.She could be and is considered a defiant person,and doesn't like taking orders.She is not afraid to chase her dreams,or chase what she wants.She is by no means a control freak,but does like to know whats going on.If it involves something important she will bring down her level of hard-headedness and non-listening ways.
She is a hard worker,mind you,and will do whatever she needs to,to make a living.Since she has been alone most of her life she had to grow up on her own and knows what a work ethic is.Give her a job and she will do it to the best of her abilities.As much as a day off is nice,she does not like them.Martina has a hard time relaxing when she knows she could be making more money to make a few more ends meet,or even have a little extra money.
Despite her defiant ways,Martina is a very easy going and friendly person.Trusting takes a little longer,but she will be friendly to anyone.To her a stranger is simply a friend she has not met yet.Unless of course she knows who you are and you pose a threat.She can be protective,and is of the people she cares about.Enemies seem few and far between to other people,but they aren't that rare.She will have a few,and she will not speak to them unless she is spoken to by them.
As for people on the street,Martina will not usually speak unless spoken too.She doesn't like sharing seriously personal information,and usually doesn't until she knows a person well enough.She does not like people who are all alike and likes people who are individual and original.She considers herself original.
Appearance:
Martina is a rather small person.Tall,yes,but slight in size.She does not pack around a lot of extra weight or muscle,but does have a rather nice figure.Unlike most people she knows she does not have a huge muscle mass,and isn't rippling with muscles.Since she grew up with thugs and punks in the red light district of Amsterdam,that was what she was used to.Her legs are long and shapely,and her arms are as well.Her limbs are in proportion to the rest of her body,and she isn't a long gangly thing.As a child she was,but in her teenage years she grew out of that.
Her hair is long and blonde,and a bang cuts across her forehead.It is so blonde it is almost white,and is layered all over for a light effect.It falls to about her chest and is usually always worn down.Rarely is it in a pony tail.Depending on the week or month,her hair will have streaks of color in them.
Her skin is a pale white,and her eyes are a dark brown.She inheritaed her skin complexion from her family and nationality.Most of her traits are inherited,but her eyes are all her own.They look like pieces of dark coal mined from the center of a mountain.She usually wears pink or light colored eye shadow and wears it heavily.To darken her eyes black eyeliner is put around them and makes them that much harder to miss.Martina loves her eyes and likes to use them.
Her lips are a pale pink,and are usually always in a neutral position.She is never smiling and never frowning.Well,never is a big word.She does smile,but to see her smile you have to work hard to get her too.Unless she is having fun.
History:
Life in the red light district of Amsterdam isn't easy to begin with,but raising your siblings doesn't make it any easier.Martina Jacoba van Duzen was born into the hard life.Her child hood wasn't very happy for the people around her,or her,but she managed to make it alright.Her family was not rich like some of the city,but they managed to feed Martina and her two younger siblings atleast twice a day.Money was tight in the van Duzen household,but somehow they all lived alright.
The family was strongly religious and believed that god would help them through everyday life.They believed that was what had kept them alive so far.Church was a big occasion on sundays and nothing else was done on Sunday.All seemed to be alright,except for financials,as she grew up.Martina got made fun of in school because she had no money,but she took it all and eventually began fighting those who made fun of her.A day without being talked to by a teacher was a good day.
School was something she did not look forward to,neither did her siblings because the same thing happened to them.Despite the trouble Martina cuased her family,they all loved eachother and stayed close.Until the d-day of the van Duzen house.Martina's parents had gone out for a moment to buy some groceries,leaving the 16 yearold Martina in charge.They never came home.The phone had rung four hours after her parents had left.It was the police.The number made Martina nervous since she had recently been in trouble with them.Skeptically answering the phone,she listened to find out her parents had died in a wreck.
It hit Martina and her siblings like a freight train,and they were forever changed.Fearing that they would all be split up into orphanages,Martina went to social services and the city and asked that they be able to stay together in their house with Martina raising them.She was 16 and swore she would be able to do it.They made a deal that as long as they stayed out of trouble,they could stay together.
Martina dropped out of school and took two jobs,one as a barmaid at the club Casa Rosso and another as a maid for a wealthy family in the nicer areas of Amsterdam.Martina worked hard to make ends meet,and often would pass out on the couch after her jobs had ended.She went without sleep for days at a time,and her siblings got mad that she was never home.In rebellion,they started creating trouble with the cops,and joined a local gang.Martina knew most of the gang bangers and thugs around the area since she had dated a few and grew up around them.
Eventually the cops caught onto her siblings and seperated the three.It had been three years since her parents had parished.She was 19 and old enough to live on her own,so her siblings were sent off to homes.Deciding that there was more for her somewhere else,she left Amsterdam, and headed to the states.Now she has taken up residence here,and hopes things will be better.She is still as broke as before,but now has just herself to feed.
Possessions:
-A few items of clothes
-$4000 cash(all of her money)
-Pencil and paper
-Cell phone
-Cigarettes
RPG Sample: [AT LEAST a paragraph. 5 Sentances.]
From another site
The streets and alleyways,she had been told,were the worst place for anyone.Attractive blondes especially.You should only be there if you want sex,drugs or crime.In her mind it was perfect to find work.Surely there was someone on these dark aves that would want someone killed and would pay.Or atleast something for her to do.Maybe someone,she didn't know.
Walking up the dark alleyway,switchblade in hand,the hooded figure glared down every nook and krany of the place.She was never unsure of where she was.Albina didn't underestimate places like this,and knew that sooner or later,something or someone would come after her. Getting jumped was nothing unfamiliar,but she didn't like it happening.Sooner or later she would be known and somewhat appreciated.She'd do what you asked without question;kill anyone,steal whatever and anyother action you wanted performed.Albina only asked questions when it involved something complicated.You asked her to jump,she'd ask how high.Tell her to run,she'd ask how far.It didn't matter what the job,she would do it.But it did not mean she was a whoring bitch either.She could be though,she hated to think she couldn't.
Black leather jacket hugged her torso as dark jeans hung rather loose from her waist.Black and white checkered Circa's cushioned her feet as she made her way farther into the darkness of the streets.A single streetlight shone,lighting up the pitch blackness of the sky.Stopping at a corner,she reached inside a pocket and pulled a cigarette.Sticking it between her pink lips,she flicked a lighter and lit the end.Taking a long pull on the cigarette,she let the smoke flow from between her lips.It felt good.She hadn't had one in a few days and it had started to bother her.Now all she needed was a little more 'touch me' and a job.She hadn't drawn too much blood lately and that bothered her more.Too many things were beginning to bother her.Relaxation was in mind,but how she would and when she would were two details left behind.Taking another drag,she glared around at all the prostitutes and dealers.There had to be someone with a grudge somewhere.
