Post by Samina Rala on Jan 18, 2012 23:56:04 GMT 10
[/i][/color][/font]≈ Samina Rala ≈
Basics!
≈ AGE: Twenty-three (23)
≈ BIRTHDAY: March 13th
≈ GENDER: Female
≈ SEXUALITY: Pansexual
≈ FACE CLAIM: Naya Rivera
≈ MEMBER GROUP: Chrome (Orange)
≈ LANGUAGES SPOKEN: English (native tongue), Spanish
Appearance!
≈ EYE COLOUR: Dark Brown (Look black)
≈ HAIR: Black and naturally curly but straightened most of the time.
≈ HEIGHT: 5'5" (165cm)
≈ WEIGHT: 117lbs (56kg)
≈ TATTOOS & PIERCINGS: Normal ear piercings. Small flower tattoo on her left shoulder blade.
≈ GENERAL APPEARANCE: Samina has a body to die for. She's skinny and not too short and she is one of those people that can eat all they want and never gain weight. Her hair is curly and not the nicest when it's natural but it behaves when straightened. Her eyes finish off a very mysterious look being such a dark brown they can be mistaken for black. She could easily be a model if she chose to be, of course she would have to wait until the end of her sentence as her skin is currently bright orange.
The orange skin that Samina currently has doesn't suit her, it makes her look almost like an oompa loompa or like she has bought the wrong fake tan. Her natural skin tone is a dark tan colour. With her skin orange, she usually wears very clothes in shades or dull colours. She tries to avoid all jewelry and hopes to make herself less likely to stand out if she keeps her clothing plain. It's hard to hide being a Chrome though.
Personality!
≈ LIKES: Intelligent conversation, music, learning about history
≈ DISLIKES: lots of foods, most chromes, christians
≈ HABITS: Biting her fingernails
≈ STRENGTHS: she can fight, she has strong beliefs (not religion), she can look innocent
≈ WEAKNESSES: she can't run, she has strong beliefs, she's a chrome
≈ OVERALL PERSONALITY: Quite easily Samina could have come right out of the 1960s. She's a protester and spends a lot of time trying to help others. She has strong beliefs that aren't even shaken by others, she just about hates Christians and thinks, just like many people before her, that everyone should be treated equally and be able to live a great life. These beliefs were formed when she was young.
When it comes to thinking of her own needs, that doesn't happen as often as it should. She treats herself to nice clothes or jewelry about once a year but the rest of the time she really only allows herself to have enough money to survive. She does work, finding small jobs wherever she can, losing them quickly either because she skips shifts for something she thinks is more important or, for the past year, because she is a Chrome. Things have become that little bit tougher since she was chromed.
Ever since the chroming laws came in when she was very young she has been taught to hate and avoid chromes so that is what she's done. That fact that she has become one has hit her pretty hard but she has learned quickly that it won't help her to hate herself. Since becoming a Chrome she has spoken much more often against laws and politicians and been trying to get to protests more often, even with this being the reason she became a Chrome.
In any spare time she finds she does like to go to the library and read. This is almost a secret thing of hers, she hates to be thought of as boring. She never reads fantasy, she reads books that will help her learn. She loves to learn and even now she tries to feed that love. It's almost like her second personality, she's so much different with a book or when she was at school than she is at one of her protests or when she is working.
History!
≈ MOTHER: Anna Raath-Rala, dead
≈ FATHER: Mick Rala, 53
≈ SIBLINGS: None
≈ SPOUSE: N/A
≈ CHILDREN: N/A
≈ PETS: N/A
≈ HISTORY: Samina grew up in a pretty normal family. Neither of her parents were religious and they raised her well. As for religion in Mina's early life, she was dragged to church one Sunday a month by her grandparents who had a hope that their grandchild might gain some faith. Church never had the intended affect on Mina though, she only thought of it as a social gathering to hang with her friends as she spent most of the service at kids church. Samina gained a wide view of the world from an early age unlike most of her peers that were Christian and very narrow minded. She grew up in a small town where almost everyone was Christian.
As she started school, she quickly found that she liked learning and that she was good at school. She liked to go each day and as she got older, she would always try to move ahead in class, always curious about what they would be learning next. This found that her friends that she had gained as a young child in church slowly faded into the background and she was forced to become independent. The fact that she liked to learn was a big step that led her towards how she is now.
By the time Mina hit the age of sixteen, all the laws were like they are now. Chroming had begun when she had been a kid, the first of these large, life-changing laws to come in. Also by the age of sixteen Mina was top of her class and finding that she wasn't probably going to get anywhere with the goals she had, all she was doing was learning, never trying to find what she might want to do once she would finish school. Pressure was beginning to be put on her once her mother passed away and her father had trouble trying to find a job.
She got her first job then, working at a small cafe in the city. She didn't like it but she managed to keep it for a few months and she got good money from it so she never complained. It was at this job that she saw a protest for the first time. Of course she knew what a protest was but she also knew with all the new laws, it was now illegal and could turn you into a Orange. It was when the rally had been broken up by the police that a group of people ran into the cafe, trying to order drinks quickly. Mina had gotten them drinks and sat down with them to chat.
As for how she became a Chrome, that hadn't even been at a protest. She had been sitting down to lunch by herself. The fast food place had had Vid on and there had been a news story about a Chrome dying when they now had found out that he hadn't commited the crime. For a second Mina had gotten angry, shouting a little too loudly how the laws were fucked up anyway. It had been just her luck that there had been police in the fast food place and they'd been able to find proof for more than what she had said that one time. She was sentenced fourteen days in the chrome ward and six years as an Orange.
Out Of Character!
≈ YOUR NAME/ALIAS: Margie
≈ YOUR AGE: 15 (almost 16)
≈ CONTACT: Clicky on the email icon on my main account. (Wait, I'm the admin, the creator! Why am I writing this?)
≈ ROLEPLAY EXPERIENCE: Has to be close to 3 years now.
≈ OTHER CHARACTERS: Not yet but there will be.
≈ ROLEPLAY EXAMPLE: Latest post I've written. It's a bit shorter than what I normally write and quite crappy too. From The Host Roleplay, the thread "trying to help" and my character is Elizabeth Cain.
Lizzie looked up again as Liza spoke. Liza was on the cot now, curled up and not exactly looking alright. She just looked tired though so Lizzie wasn't worried about the older girl. She was half watching Liza and half looking around as Liza was talking.
To help Liza with her chores wasn't what Lizzie wanted. No, she just wanted to hide and not do anything. Actually, she couldn't be sure that was what she wanted to do anymore. It wouldn't be that hard to have run away earlier or run away right then. She could run into the desert and it wouldn't take long for her to be gone if she did that. Obviously Liza wouldn't be able to run after her and catch her. She was sitting in the hospital still though and she didn't want to move, she didn't want to run away.
She'd had chores of her own at one stage, it was a long time ago though. She had worked in the fields and the kitchens, she had washed clothes and once made soap. It couldn't hurt her to do work now. She wouldn't have class, she would be too old, at least, she has a hunch she'd be too old now. Maybe she would help Liza, if she was going to do this for anyone, it would be for Liza. If she were in Liza's situation, she probably would have done more than just slap her.
"It's fine, don't blame you." Lizzie said with a shrug.
She sighed. I should help Liza, do chores, it'll help me.
Do I want to help me?
"Alright," Lizzie began and slowly uncurled herself. She pulled herself onto her feet, using the wall as support. She walked over to the cot Liza was laying on, taking her time so she wouldn't fall. She stands near the cot but not next to it. She felt weak, like a child. Her voice was much weaker but she knew there was a different tone to it, a better tone. "I'll help you with your chores. I won't give up yet."
She smiles but then frowns and walks to the cot she had been laying on before. She lays down on it, giving into the weakness of her legs. "You alight?" She asked as an after-thought knowing that Liza was probably feeling much worse than her.
To help Liza with her chores wasn't what Lizzie wanted. No, she just wanted to hide and not do anything. Actually, she couldn't be sure that was what she wanted to do anymore. It wouldn't be that hard to have run away earlier or run away right then. She could run into the desert and it wouldn't take long for her to be gone if she did that. Obviously Liza wouldn't be able to run after her and catch her. She was sitting in the hospital still though and she didn't want to move, she didn't want to run away.
She'd had chores of her own at one stage, it was a long time ago though. She had worked in the fields and the kitchens, she had washed clothes and once made soap. It couldn't hurt her to do work now. She wouldn't have class, she would be too old, at least, she has a hunch she'd be too old now. Maybe she would help Liza, if she was going to do this for anyone, it would be for Liza. If she were in Liza's situation, she probably would have done more than just slap her.
"It's fine, don't blame you." Lizzie said with a shrug.
She sighed. I should help Liza, do chores, it'll help me.
Do I want to help me?
"Alright," Lizzie began and slowly uncurled herself. She pulled herself onto her feet, using the wall as support. She walked over to the cot Liza was laying on, taking her time so she wouldn't fall. She stands near the cot but not next to it. She felt weak, like a child. Her voice was much weaker but she knew there was a different tone to it, a better tone. "I'll help you with your chores. I won't give up yet."
She smiles but then frowns and walks to the cot she had been laying on before. She lays down on it, giving into the weakness of her legs. "You alight?" She asked as an after-thought knowing that Liza was probably feeling much worse than her.
Credits!
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