Post by mira petra cizek on Sept 24, 2009 4:35:26 GMT 10
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Shy, artsy, studious.
Name: Mira Cizek
Nickname(s): Mir-Mir, but that's just her mom.
Degree: Art.
Major: Visual art.
Minor: Technical theatre.
Age: 19.
Grade: Sophomore.
Birthdate: March 1st.
Orientation: Straight.
Location: Philadelphia.
`Appearance !
(Face!)
Mira has dark and defined eyes, which she sometimes wishes didn't make her stand out quite so much. Her nose is round and turned up, making her cheeks look even more chiseled than they already do. Her lips are small but full, and naturally form into a smile even when she's not trying. Combined with her dimples, they make her look almost perpetually happy.
(Body!)
Mira is tall and lean, with thin limbs that look a little bit too long for her body. She doesn't have the best posture in the world, so her hunched back makes her look considerably shorter then her actual 5'8". She has especially large feet, which she loves (so much!) but could never explain why.
(Style!)
Most of the time, give Mira a pair of jeans and a t-shirt, and she's good to go. She does tend a little towards dresses and leggings when she feels like dressing up a little bit more, which could be anytime. Overall, she leans towards hipster style most often.
(Face!)
Mira has dark and defined eyes, which she sometimes wishes didn't make her stand out quite so much. Her nose is round and turned up, making her cheeks look even more chiseled than they already do. Her lips are small but full, and naturally form into a smile even when she's not trying. Combined with her dimples, they make her look almost perpetually happy.
(Body!)
Mira is tall and lean, with thin limbs that look a little bit too long for her body. She doesn't have the best posture in the world, so her hunched back makes her look considerably shorter then her actual 5'8". She has especially large feet, which she loves (so much!) but could never explain why.
(Style!)
Most of the time, give Mira a pair of jeans and a t-shirt, and she's good to go. She does tend a little towards dresses and leggings when she feels like dressing up a little bit more, which could be anytime. Overall, she leans towards hipster style most often.
Best Feature: "My feet! I don't know why I like them so much - they're huge and veiny and my toes are really long. I just think they're pretty."
Worst Feature: "My nose. It looks like a pig snout."[/size]
`Personality !
Shy - Mira is painfully shy. She could be trapped in an elevator with someone for an hour, and never say a word to them. After all, what if they didn't like her? That would be way more awkward than silence, right? Her shyness was a major hindrance in high school, where she kept her nose out of every social event that a friend didn't drag her to. . . and even if they did, she usually snuck out early. She was determined to change when she came to SBU, but so far, the shyness has only gotten worse.
Artsy - Mira was that girl in high school who always had her "works of art" displayed in the hallways, whether or not anyone else understood them. The art teachers loved her, and that was what mattered to her. Whether she was splatter-painting an umbrella, drawing massive sketches of tortilla chips, or writing the school's fall play, Mira's art was always in the spotlight, even if she wasn't.
Studious - Without much of a social life to get in her way, Mira has always thrown herself into her studies. She almost always had top grades (any science classes being the glaring exceptions), and ranked 7th in her class. Whenever anyone asked her about her good grades, she always claimed she didn't care, but the truth is that getting B's had the power to make her cry.
Shy - Mira is painfully shy. She could be trapped in an elevator with someone for an hour, and never say a word to them. After all, what if they didn't like her? That would be way more awkward than silence, right? Her shyness was a major hindrance in high school, where she kept her nose out of every social event that a friend didn't drag her to. . . and even if they did, she usually snuck out early. She was determined to change when she came to SBU, but so far, the shyness has only gotten worse.
Artsy - Mira was that girl in high school who always had her "works of art" displayed in the hallways, whether or not anyone else understood them. The art teachers loved her, and that was what mattered to her. Whether she was splatter-painting an umbrella, drawing massive sketches of tortilla chips, or writing the school's fall play, Mira's art was always in the spotlight, even if she wasn't.
Studious - Without much of a social life to get in her way, Mira has always thrown herself into her studies. She almost always had top grades (any science classes being the glaring exceptions), and ranked 7th in her class. Whenever anyone asked her about her good grades, she always claimed she didn't care, but the truth is that getting B's had the power to make her cry.
Likes:
* Mexican food
* Botticelli
* Warm rain
* John Hughes movies
* Climbing trees
* Mythology
* Sidewalk chalk
* Happy music
Dislikes:
# Social events
# Charcoal
# Bad grades
# Football
# Humidity
# Airplanes
# Frogs
# Disappointment
Positive Traits:
Kind - She knows her shyness makes her come off as anti-social. So, over the years, she's made herself be extra-nice to everyone around her, in hopes that they'll get past the wall she puts up, and eventually like her. Somehow, she doesn't feel scared of her peers when she's helping them pick up their books, sharing her lunch, or answering their questions.
Creative - Mira finds the beauty in everything, and tries to make everyone else see it too. Where others see a pile of mud, Mira sees inspiration. A daddy long-legs could become her next painting. She takes what she sees, puts it through her artistic filter, and when it comes out the other side, the people around her see the beauty in it too.
Loyal - Mira knows that she's lucky to have friends, so she treats them well. She couldn't make herself stab them in the back, even if she tried. After all, the people who befriend her tend to be the very best friends she could ask for, so why would she ever want to hurt them?
Negative Traits:
Naive - She has little experience with other people, so she tends to trust people too easily, and not doubt their motives. It hasn't gotten her in trouble yet, but her parents are afraid that it will have disastrous consequences someday.
Intense - Once Mira gets into something - painting something, writing something, talking about something - she can't let it go. She doesn't do things halfway. . . not if she cares even a little bit about them. She's the type of person who won't rest until her questions are answered, or her point is made. It is seen by very few people as a good thing, since most are put off, scared, or annoyed by her obsessions.
Stubborn - It's not so much that Mira always wants her own way. . . more that she thinks she already knows exactly what is best for her. No, she will not do what you tell her to, even is it's the right thing. Some people say that she lacks self-awareness. She would like very much for those people to leave her alone.
Greatest Ambition: Being remembered as a great artist.
Greatest Fear: Being rejected by people she cares about.[/size]
`History !
Her parents never married, having been best-friends-with-benefits all through high school and college, until her mom got pregnant when she was twenty. Her dad, not believing that the baby was his, wasn't heard from again until Mira was five. He suddenly came back into her life, offering to drive her to school and take her to the zoo, and do all of the things that he had missed out on. When her mom refused, he disappeared again. Mira has never had the courage to get back in touch with him, and isn't even sure what she would do if she did. She's never been exactly upset about the whole thing, at least not in a way that she could put her finger on. She's spent most of her life knowing that if her parents had gotten married for her sake, they would've been miserable, and that would've been worse. Her memories of the situation are mostly confused and vague, and she generally thinks of it as more of a mystery than a tragedy, although she yearns for a real father (which she would never admit).
She has no siblings, but two older step-brothers (Derek, who is ten years older than her, and Brian, who is twelve years older) who were already out of the house by the time her mom married their father. She's never been especially close to either of them, but they do fall into traditional brotherly roles when they're all home.
She lived in the Philadelphia suburbs all her life, until deciding on SBU. As scary as it was moving so far from home, she fell in love with the school the first time she visited. Having been used to the big, busy, imposing city she came from, it was surprisingly easy for her to settle into the calmer, quieter Seattle.
Her parents never married, having been best-friends-with-benefits all through high school and college, until her mom got pregnant when she was twenty. Her dad, not believing that the baby was his, wasn't heard from again until Mira was five. He suddenly came back into her life, offering to drive her to school and take her to the zoo, and do all of the things that he had missed out on. When her mom refused, he disappeared again. Mira has never had the courage to get back in touch with him, and isn't even sure what she would do if she did. She's never been exactly upset about the whole thing, at least not in a way that she could put her finger on. She's spent most of her life knowing that if her parents had gotten married for her sake, they would've been miserable, and that would've been worse. Her memories of the situation are mostly confused and vague, and she generally thinks of it as more of a mystery than a tragedy, although she yearns for a real father (which she would never admit).
She has no siblings, but two older step-brothers (Derek, who is ten years older than her, and Brian, who is twelve years older) who were already out of the house by the time her mom married their father. She's never been especially close to either of them, but they do fall into traditional brotherly roles when they're all home.
She lived in the Philadelphia suburbs all her life, until deciding on SBU. As scary as it was moving so far from home, she fell in love with the school the first time she visited. Having been used to the big, busy, imposing city she came from, it was surprisingly easy for her to settle into the calmer, quieter Seattle.
Best Memory: "For my 16th birthday, my two best friends and I went into Philly. We went to the Museum of Art, got cheesesteaks for lunch, then shopped on South Street all afternoon. I love the city."
Worst Memory: "Graduating, for sure. Up on that platform, shaking hands with the principal - it was horrible. There were thousands of people looking at me! I still have nightmares about tripping."
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`Writing Skill !
There really couldn't have been a worse time for this. Mark pushed all of the papers off of his desk and onto the floor - somehow the chaos of it all made him feel a little bit better. He hoisted himself up onto the sleek glass top and waited until Rose had settled herself into the hideously uncomfortable chair in front of him. He stretched his fingers and leaned back.
Apparently his earlier pleas to not disturb him at work meant nothing to her. She launched into a monologue, complete with tears and over-dramatic sighs and the cryptic questions that she was so famous for. Really, who knows the answer to "Where is this going?" I don't know, he longed to scream. Really, I didn't become a fucking fortune teller in the past five hours.
A ping! from his computer brought his mind back to work. Right. There was a woman dying mysteriously in the ICU downstairs, and here he was entertaining a girlfriend of only two weeks in all of her pathetic whining. He knew, though, that as long as he nodded and made non-commital noises in all of the right places, she would never know that he wasn't listening.
Ms. Harding's internal bleeding hadn't stopped, and as far as he knew, Dr.s Renner and Bold were still with her. Not that that really helped any, if they weren't figuring out why she was bleeding, or stopping it, but it at least made him feel a little bit less guilty. He leaned back a little and surreptitiously clicked on his inbox. There was an email from Dr. Renner -"Contacted Harding's parents, they're faxing a medical history."
Oh, sure. Why would they actually want to show up when their daughter was dying?
Rose sobbed especially loudly, and his attention jerked back to her.
As she rambled on, he let his mind wander. He fantasized about making a giant sign to hold up above his head that said "Hi! My name is Mark Roberts. I have a real job and people are going to die if you don't get your insecurities in check." Just go home, he thought, hoping that he had actually gained some extra-sensory superpowers at work and could push the thoughts into her head. It didn't seem to work, and she had stopped talking, so he had to say something, anything to get her to leave. . . .
"Honey, I love you." It might have been a lie, but she wouldn't know that. Best of all, it might shut her up.
[/size][/center]There really couldn't have been a worse time for this. Mark pushed all of the papers off of his desk and onto the floor - somehow the chaos of it all made him feel a little bit better. He hoisted himself up onto the sleek glass top and waited until Rose had settled herself into the hideously uncomfortable chair in front of him. He stretched his fingers and leaned back.
Apparently his earlier pleas to not disturb him at work meant nothing to her. She launched into a monologue, complete with tears and over-dramatic sighs and the cryptic questions that she was so famous for. Really, who knows the answer to "Where is this going?" I don't know, he longed to scream. Really, I didn't become a fucking fortune teller in the past five hours.
A ping! from his computer brought his mind back to work. Right. There was a woman dying mysteriously in the ICU downstairs, and here he was entertaining a girlfriend of only two weeks in all of her pathetic whining. He knew, though, that as long as he nodded and made non-commital noises in all of the right places, she would never know that he wasn't listening.
Ms. Harding's internal bleeding hadn't stopped, and as far as he knew, Dr.s Renner and Bold were still with her. Not that that really helped any, if they weren't figuring out why she was bleeding, or stopping it, but it at least made him feel a little bit less guilty. He leaned back a little and surreptitiously clicked on his inbox. There was an email from Dr. Renner -"Contacted Harding's parents, they're faxing a medical history."
Oh, sure. Why would they actually want to show up when their daughter was dying?
Rose sobbed especially loudly, and his attention jerked back to her.
As she rambled on, he let his mind wander. He fantasized about making a giant sign to hold up above his head that said "Hi! My name is Mark Roberts. I have a real job and people are going to die if you don't get your insecurities in check." Just go home, he thought, hoping that he had actually gained some extra-sensory superpowers at work and could push the thoughts into her head. It didn't seem to work, and she had stopped talking, so he had to say something, anything to get her to leave. . . .
"Honey, I love you." It might have been a lie, but she wouldn't know that. Best of all, it might shut her up.
`Behind The Character !
Name: Kitty
Age: 20.
Role-playing experience: Weeeell since I was 13, but it's been on-and-off.
How you found us: Cupid Painted Blind.
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