Post by salem on Jun 30, 2008 21:40:16 GMT -5
this is just the PROLOGUE;
i beg to DREAM and differ;
basic info
basic info
character name; Ari Luuna Llahoka
age; twenty
occupation; none
status; single
orientation; straight
a certified TWENTY;
appearance
appearance
appearance; Perhaps her features were created so as not to be seen; to lie in a wake of mysterious sorrow until one such being could bring a passion about. Her tanned skin forms flawlessly around her slender body, and her expression is often overcast with an inexplicable gloom. A delicate face was bestowed upon her [seemingly as daintily intangible like the bristles of a feather], and the only light to be found appears to be her blue eyes of which are often softened by melancholy.
Her darkened hair is found, at every moment, hiding her left eye. Perhaps there is reasoning behind so, and perhaps there is not. But within said eye lay a cloudiness cast upon those that are sightless; to her benefit, it is only so in the left eye that remains unrevealed. She often looks beneath her, head bowed in a seemingly permanant nod whilst she gazes upon the terrain below.
It is an occurance of rarity that she ever meets a being eye to eye; rarer ever yet to view her as she reveals a smile. And, if one ever were to view said smile, it is often small and saddened, as if her being in its entire form was meant to be mysteriously sorrowful.
Her appearance is painted with the hues of her Native American heritage. Her blue eyes seem out of place on the darkly delicate face, yet it is unimaginable that they might be any other shade. She is rather far from a decent height; small, she is, instead. Her slim legs stand her at a mere 5'1"; her painfully slender body could be almost weightless at ninety-five pounds. But perhaps the silent she who blends in with the darkness of the night could be the one with the most character ...
celeb claim;none
because the DRUGS never work;
personality
personality
personality;The personality of Ari can not be compared to that of any other being you desire to encounter, for she is original; one of her own.
Her emotions are often indistiguishable; vague; rarely able to be forseen by the beings present. She does not reveal the sentiments beneath her, no longer showing her emotions to the surroundings beyond. She is thought to be supercilious, self-swallowed in her own pride and devoured by her own arrogance. Her personality is considered poisonous ... and it is due to such reasoning that she is often forgotten.
This one longs for a being that will venture beneath her icy stare, beyond the seemingly nonexistant expressions that her features portray; for not far into such places lies an angered heart driven merely by fear. She has long been forced to cope with lonesome disappointment ... and she is terrorized by memories of depleating screams and whispers of death.
Ari desires something she cannot discover alone: a place in this world; the sense of warmth amongst a heart. It will take a remarkable being to realize that she possesses an extreme numbness that was forced upon her by fate itself ... this being has yet to come along. She cannot sense jubilance, devotion, or passion; those were taken away a time quite distant from the present. The only emotions that currently reside within her are melancholy, mistrust, anger, and the like.
She often feels weak, bringing herself to go off alone so as not to reveal this. Her eyes only ever appear to be sorrowfully full of longing and want for a thing that she cannot seem to find ... desire for a place that she cannot locate. It is want such as this that drives her to a saddened silence and miserable depression.
If a human that honestly cared would penetrate her endless gaze, said being would discover a flourishing personality just waiting to end its everlasting desire. Ari is capable of loving a man with passion ... but she is weary of giving her heart to anyone, for fear of having it shattered. With all the possibilities in this new place, perhaps that being will find her.
She expresses herself through her singing. Her voice sounds like one from heaven, but none have ever heard it. She conceals herself behind a veil of mysteriousness, pouring her heart and soul into the songs she writes. One of her greatest fears is ever having someone hear her singing ... but with all these people, that fear might just become a reality.
on the inside...
fears; watching someone die right in front of her, letting someone hear her singing, having a broken heart, thunder, boats
aspirations; having someone that loves her find her, making friends with herself again, not being afraid of life, singing one of her songs and having someone fall in love with it
likes; songwriting, singing, being alone, nighttime, the moon, music
dislikes; liers, betrayers, fakes, having photos taken of her, Hollywood, celebrities, banjos, tubas, pepper
look at this PHOTOGRAPH;
history
history
history; Her mother's appearance seemingly flowed into her; the replica of the elegantly dark looks of the idolized singer Leila Kaahn were always the attention grabber for young Ari. Her father, the famed songwriter Taaro Kaahn, was only another addition to her flawlessly famous heritage. But she was another story.
Ari was raised under the musical shadow of her parents, pressured to sing and thrown into the tangle of Hollywood. She grew up as America's child star, forced to sign with record companies in her teen years. She was raised as Milenka Kaahn, a beautiful young singer with the heritage to match. But beneath the outer covering of fame, she was meant to be someone else.
At the stroke of twenty years, she knew she had to find out just who that person was. She dropped the Hollywood glamor like a bomb, tossing her entire history into the wastebin. Her name faded away from the tabloids, seemingly as if she'd jumped off the face of the earth. And she pretty much had.
She changed her name to Ari Luuna Llahoka, fully adopting her Native American heritage with her new start. She unplugged all her contacts, including any friends and aquaintances. But when the tabloids began to follow her, waiting for Milenka Kaahn's reappearance, she fled for Hawaii.
Now, finding herself in the midst of this small-town tale, Ari finds herself at one with music again. But she knows she must keep her voice a secret if she ever intends to stay out of Hollywood again. She hides her identity, but there are always cases where it almost seems inevitable for someone not to know ... so who is she? Is this Milenka Kaahn, childhood star run away from the glamour? Is it Ari Luuna Llahoka, passionate songwriter washed into a sea of desire and melancholy? Or is it both?
Can the tropics of Hawaii bring her destiny to her, or will someone discover the truth before she has a chance to stop them? More importantly, how long until someone hears her singing down by the ocean? It is up to her to find out just who she is ... unless someone beats her to it. Who can you trust?
this how you REMIND me;
family
family
parental units; Leila Kaahn: famous Hollywood singer ;; Taaro Kaahn: famed songwriter
siblings; none
offspring; none
significant other; It is up to the tropics of Hawaii to have that special someone find her.
pets;none
i'm the NARRATOR;
other/ about you
other/ about you
what rule number is missing?; Admin edit; Go find it yourself. ;]
rp sample; She gasped a prompt breath, inhaling a whisper of oxygen to satisfy her trembling lungs; perhaps to bring about a serenity to her terror aside from such reasoning. Her cerulean pupils shuddered open, revealing a captivating aqua glaze to the beings beyond the hazy atmosphere of dreams. The gesture divulged an utter darkness to her; bestowing the familiarities of an endless vague black upon her vision. An object, threaded amongst her miniscule fingers in a passionate enclosure, was compressed to her pounding heart. The faint jingling adjusted itself to flow into an endless ballad against the lyrical rhythm.
She unwove the entity from her sympathetic grasp, allowing it's shimmering strand of beads to cascade about her palm as a cataract of glistening elemental minerals. Strung delicately to an unspecified point was a pearlescent feather, illuminated in its own aura. The plume's edges were tenderly faded to gray; effortlessly frayed; yet appearing ever-natural in its place attached to the twinkling beads which so easily reflected glimmers of light.
The girl's aquamarine pupils portrayed the necklace which flowed so contently over her palm, captivating the reflection; bringing her to marvel at the majestic aura of the entity. With a disregarded slowness, her prompt intakes of oxygen eased into a secure melody of breaths; rhythmic, they seemed to be nearly soundless as they evoked in their own serenity.
Her expression depicted but a mere intimation as to her concealed emotions, though one would be inquired to venture to an almost unreachable depth. If one were to gaze beneath the shimmering exterior of her eyes, colored an enchanting aqua, said being would penetrate the supposed contentment to discover such the disheartening melancholy.
The strongest desire of the girl tugged at the very strings that were the central support of her long-lost pleasure, grasping them with icy fingers and dragging them to the insane depths of misery. Such a desire is rare to encounter ... and indeed, excessively difficult [perhaps more so than need be] to reach if it is encountered. Yet beneath the glistening exterior of the eyes lay such a yearning, such a melancholy.
Her heart had long continued pounding a beat, advancing from resigned skips to terrorized thunders across the moments to the point of countless infinity. But the song of which had once occupied her heart, such the song that resided in those possessing passion, had finished weaving a tale of a tune. Her heart song was diminished, long since forgotten and no longer yearning to be heard.
But her desire was not of such. For, beneath those shimmering glossed eyes, Kaia desired for a being that would dare venture beneath their exterior ... a love so true that it perhaps might penetrate the words haunting her mind, the songs she desired to sing but mustn’t. She yearned to no longer feel without a purpose to survive, to not be deprived of her every hope and the song that had once occupied her heart. She longed for a being that could bring her into the light of contentment, even in this world so dark and deceiving. She desired, perhaps, a human that could do as such.
Without discern, Ari rose to the proverbial foundation of her miniscule feet. The girl advanced to the egress of the room; inhaled a whisper of a breath. For but a moment, she remained beneath the covering of the walls, captivated in all entirety by its tender warmth, the anomalous satisfaction that it delivered. She austerely basked within a jubilant radiance, somehow pleased by the half vision of recurring darkness she was accustomed to.
Her footfalls flowed out of her; effortless, but with a suppressed dignity that her aquamarine pupils exposed with clarity. She moved forward with grace, her limbs pouring beneath her in a blissful flounce over the terrain. Breaths of pale dust whispered from the touch of her heels, threading themselves into her step and drifting with the girl as she seemingly soared in her jovial walk.
Her mind entertained not a single intimation of a thought, apparently having swept away any previous emotions of melancholy into a sea of nonexistence. A smile graced her face, illuminating her hazy eyes with an inspiring twinkle; dispersing an enthralling shimmer of absolute contentment upon her features. Within her expression lay an intangible ecstasy, one of which ventured on a lyrical path to place a flounce in her carefree step.
your name; Salem
years of RP experience;2
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