Post by zandra on May 22, 2012 17:40:28 GMT -5
"Well that would be down right unsociable."
Name: Zandra Zorro
Nickname: Zandy
Age: 18
Characters hometown: Bronx, New York
Birthday: December 21st
Eye Color: Blue, more so a turquoise or teal blue.
Height 5’7”
Hair Color (specify if dyed): Brown
Special Marks: None
Gender: Female
Known family: Older brother by 5 years, Alexander Zorro, severely overprotective and possessive of his younger sister and is just as much of a con as her :: Mother, Lola Zorro, sweet Latino woman who can barely speak a lick of English even now :: Father, Adriano Zorro, loving caring father who’s trying to do the best for his family though has a bit of an drinking problem and ends up mopping a lot
Test score (scores range from 0-200, scores 100 and up are required for entry): 190
Characters appearance (must be detailed) Let this picture be your guide. If for some reason the picture is not appearing then here’s a written description.
Tan skin and of Latina descent with a lighter brown hair that has natural light curls throughout and goes just a bit past her shoulders and is brushed to the right and rests just above her eyes. Her blue eyes are in stark contrast with her skin and hair color and many of her clothing choices. Almost always wears bright red lipstick and mascara but rarely bothers with a blush or eye shadow unless for a special occasion. Taller then average with long legs and has curves in all the right places but still has a bit of fat, which silently she curses and despises. Gravitating towards stripes Zandra owns mainly red and white or blue and black stripped shirts, most of which tend to fall off one or both shoulders. More often then not she wears a short skirt or shorts but jeans are seen throughout the winter months. Ankle boots with a legwarmer are usually her preferred choice but she does own a pair of tennis shoes if she knows she’ll be doing a lot of work.
Personality (two paragraphs)
Zandra is what someone wants her to be, she’s a natural con and will behave how she thinks will get her the farthest and what she wants. If she thinks playing the oblivious fool will get her what she wants then that’s who she is, if she thinks the cunning fox like personality will get her the farthest then that’s what she will dish out. She’ll come off as a rather chipper person at first who may seem genuine and it may appear that she actually cares about you and your well being. As she become more comfortable with the person she tends to morph into what she is sure they are looking for, nothing immediate but a slow gradual change as not to arise any kind of suspicion.
The first person she worries about is herself and would throw anyone under the bus to get what she wanted, she’s selfish and cut throat in both the metaphorical and literal sense of the phrase. She is very egotistical and narcissistic; rather enjoying the sound of her own voice and doing everything she can to look as gorgeous as possible. She’s a heavy flirt when she is attracted to someone but is extremely picky, tending only to find a few people actually attractive. Despite how emotionally sealed off she tries to stay she’s very touchy feely and knows little about the concept of personal space. Living for the spotlight, Zandra get’s jealous when someone else outshines her or gets attention from someone she fancies. Very cheeky and boastful she may come off as down right arrogant or sarcastic, though she tends to try to hide the sarcasm be hide passive aggressive jabs. Most importantly, always, no matter what she as down right sociable and will never do a thing to come off as some kind of disgusting un-classy lady.
Special -illegal- skills: Pickpocketing, conning, thievery, counting cards.
Addiction: (everyone needs something to help them through the stress) Minor gambling addiction, also tends to hoard money and try to multiply it any way she can.
Likes: (at least 3)
Black Jack and Poker, though more so Black Jack
Her own reflection and voice
Money
Dislikes: (at least 4)
Losing her money
Being conned or tricked
Her stomach pudge
Water
Job: No official job though she will do a variety of different odd tasks and jobs offered to her for the right price. Also she is not against taking someone’s money and doubling it for them as long as she gets a nice slice of the final amount.
History (How they choose to take the test to enter):
Zandra was born into a loving little family stuck in the middle of the ghetto and a bit too much violence. All Zandra can remember throughout her early childhood is being a awkward on her feet, having the best older brother a girl could asked for, and being poor. For most of her life, her family was poorer then dirt and to this day she can’t live it down. Even if the other kids she knew didn’t have much access they had more then her. With only her father working times were often rough but she made due and often clung to her older brother for amusement and comfort due to the fact her own mother spoke very little English. Alex was always a role model for her, he always seemed so cool and confident she couldn’t help but cling to his leg, especially since he was always so protective of her. At the very least he was a safe place when all else failed.
The safety she felt in his presence made it seem that no matter how many issues she had, he was always their to get rid of them or save her from them, and she began to blindly trust him. At the age of 13 that became deeper rooted when the family started to fall apart from the once close knit loving one she was used to. When her mother had a miscarriage with what have been her third child, Zandra’s father hit the bottle drinking away his sorrows more often then not. She couldn’t go running to cling to his leg anymore when she was upset or scared, Alex was the last place she had left to hide when upset or scared.
Thankfully enough not to long after she grew out of the small scared kitten like habits she had. Alex took his little sister under his tricking wing at the age of 15 teaching her all the tricks he knew. He taught her how to be a con and implanted it in her brain that she needed to only trust herself and him and no one else. Everyone else was out to stab her in the back and would toss her under the bus; it was up to her to do it first. That was the slow fall she had into who she was as she picked up and began to become a more talented con then her own brother. Everything was just so she could get ahead and have more money in her pocket, so she didn’t have to rely on anyone but herself, not even Alex.
By the time her family caught on to what she was planning and hoarding her money for it was much too late. Her bags were packed and she had hit the high road headed for Dark W. After all if a con artist like her was going to make it anywhere she at least needed some good diploma to fall back on if gambling and winning everything in Vegas fell out from under her feet one day. So through studying for hours on her trip to Dark Forest and her natural intelligence she took the entrance exam and passed with flying colors landing herself in the academy.
Password/phrase: Mental health is for chumps
Role play sample (3 paragraphs minimum):
At this rate Zandra would never see the inside of her eyelids again.
The florescent green numbers on the alarm clock read 12:27 pm and all that flooded the room was the darkness. The heavy black drapes already pulled across the window as not to let any of the moonlight in it was clear that she should already be wrapped up in blankets and dreaming. It was the perfect night out no heavy heat to try to breathe through, nor freezing cold to bear, just perfect. Only the faint sound of a few night owls roaming the lower floors echoed up and the soothing chirp of the crickets played. Actually that was a lie a third more unruly noise joined it all, that was the male voice that was roaring over the cellphone pressed against her ear as she lie in bed.
Naturally Alexander was the one who was bitching at her for lack of better words from thousands of miles away. For the last hour she had heard the lecture and questions, all demanding to know where she was and why she ran off like that. Weak groans and moans and halfhearted answers of “We can talk about this tomorrow” were the only answer the older Zorro was receiving from her. Talking was the last the on the brunette’s mind, sleep kept tempting her but as soon as she almost caved Alexander ended up yelling something over the phone jolting her back to attention.
Whimpering pitifully Zandra muttered a plea to get off but still only curses and a sharp no for answers. Slowly shifting to roll onto her other side, she passed the phone into her other hand, this time holding it farther from her face as not to break out sweating on that cheek as well. Way to make a girl feel like shit before bed Alex. Tan eyelids starting to flutter shut for the countless time this night, her arm dropped down from her face as Alex kept ranting and raving about how whatever she was doing was crazy and as needed to come home right away. Holding out any longer was no longer an option as the phone fell lazily out of her hand, thumping on the ground. Rest was all she wanted as she curled up into a tight ball cocooning herself in the blankets, drifting off to sleep, as in the background the same old male voice ranted on about how stupid she was.
Name: Zandra Zorro
Nickname: Zandy
Age: 18
Characters hometown: Bronx, New York
Birthday: December 21st
Eye Color: Blue, more so a turquoise or teal blue.
Height 5’7”
Hair Color (specify if dyed): Brown
Special Marks: None
Gender: Female
Known family: Older brother by 5 years, Alexander Zorro, severely overprotective and possessive of his younger sister and is just as much of a con as her :: Mother, Lola Zorro, sweet Latino woman who can barely speak a lick of English even now :: Father, Adriano Zorro, loving caring father who’s trying to do the best for his family though has a bit of an drinking problem and ends up mopping a lot
Test score (scores range from 0-200, scores 100 and up are required for entry): 190
Characters appearance (must be detailed) Let this picture be your guide. If for some reason the picture is not appearing then here’s a written description.
Tan skin and of Latina descent with a lighter brown hair that has natural light curls throughout and goes just a bit past her shoulders and is brushed to the right and rests just above her eyes. Her blue eyes are in stark contrast with her skin and hair color and many of her clothing choices. Almost always wears bright red lipstick and mascara but rarely bothers with a blush or eye shadow unless for a special occasion. Taller then average with long legs and has curves in all the right places but still has a bit of fat, which silently she curses and despises. Gravitating towards stripes Zandra owns mainly red and white or blue and black stripped shirts, most of which tend to fall off one or both shoulders. More often then not she wears a short skirt or shorts but jeans are seen throughout the winter months. Ankle boots with a legwarmer are usually her preferred choice but she does own a pair of tennis shoes if she knows she’ll be doing a lot of work.
Personality (two paragraphs)
Zandra is what someone wants her to be, she’s a natural con and will behave how she thinks will get her the farthest and what she wants. If she thinks playing the oblivious fool will get her what she wants then that’s who she is, if she thinks the cunning fox like personality will get her the farthest then that’s what she will dish out. She’ll come off as a rather chipper person at first who may seem genuine and it may appear that she actually cares about you and your well being. As she become more comfortable with the person she tends to morph into what she is sure they are looking for, nothing immediate but a slow gradual change as not to arise any kind of suspicion.
The first person she worries about is herself and would throw anyone under the bus to get what she wanted, she’s selfish and cut throat in both the metaphorical and literal sense of the phrase. She is very egotistical and narcissistic; rather enjoying the sound of her own voice and doing everything she can to look as gorgeous as possible. She’s a heavy flirt when she is attracted to someone but is extremely picky, tending only to find a few people actually attractive. Despite how emotionally sealed off she tries to stay she’s very touchy feely and knows little about the concept of personal space. Living for the spotlight, Zandra get’s jealous when someone else outshines her or gets attention from someone she fancies. Very cheeky and boastful she may come off as down right arrogant or sarcastic, though she tends to try to hide the sarcasm be hide passive aggressive jabs. Most importantly, always, no matter what she as down right sociable and will never do a thing to come off as some kind of disgusting un-classy lady.
Special -illegal- skills: Pickpocketing, conning, thievery, counting cards.
Addiction: (everyone needs something to help them through the stress) Minor gambling addiction, also tends to hoard money and try to multiply it any way she can.
Likes: (at least 3)
Black Jack and Poker, though more so Black Jack
Her own reflection and voice
Money
Dislikes: (at least 4)
Losing her money
Being conned or tricked
Her stomach pudge
Water
Job: No official job though she will do a variety of different odd tasks and jobs offered to her for the right price. Also she is not against taking someone’s money and doubling it for them as long as she gets a nice slice of the final amount.
History (How they choose to take the test to enter):
Zandra was born into a loving little family stuck in the middle of the ghetto and a bit too much violence. All Zandra can remember throughout her early childhood is being a awkward on her feet, having the best older brother a girl could asked for, and being poor. For most of her life, her family was poorer then dirt and to this day she can’t live it down. Even if the other kids she knew didn’t have much access they had more then her. With only her father working times were often rough but she made due and often clung to her older brother for amusement and comfort due to the fact her own mother spoke very little English. Alex was always a role model for her, he always seemed so cool and confident she couldn’t help but cling to his leg, especially since he was always so protective of her. At the very least he was a safe place when all else failed.
The safety she felt in his presence made it seem that no matter how many issues she had, he was always their to get rid of them or save her from them, and she began to blindly trust him. At the age of 13 that became deeper rooted when the family started to fall apart from the once close knit loving one she was used to. When her mother had a miscarriage with what have been her third child, Zandra’s father hit the bottle drinking away his sorrows more often then not. She couldn’t go running to cling to his leg anymore when she was upset or scared, Alex was the last place she had left to hide when upset or scared.
Thankfully enough not to long after she grew out of the small scared kitten like habits she had. Alex took his little sister under his tricking wing at the age of 15 teaching her all the tricks he knew. He taught her how to be a con and implanted it in her brain that she needed to only trust herself and him and no one else. Everyone else was out to stab her in the back and would toss her under the bus; it was up to her to do it first. That was the slow fall she had into who she was as she picked up and began to become a more talented con then her own brother. Everything was just so she could get ahead and have more money in her pocket, so she didn’t have to rely on anyone but herself, not even Alex.
By the time her family caught on to what she was planning and hoarding her money for it was much too late. Her bags were packed and she had hit the high road headed for Dark W. After all if a con artist like her was going to make it anywhere she at least needed some good diploma to fall back on if gambling and winning everything in Vegas fell out from under her feet one day. So through studying for hours on her trip to Dark Forest and her natural intelligence she took the entrance exam and passed with flying colors landing herself in the academy.
Password/phrase: Mental health is for chumps
Role play sample (3 paragraphs minimum):
At this rate Zandra would never see the inside of her eyelids again.
The florescent green numbers on the alarm clock read 12:27 pm and all that flooded the room was the darkness. The heavy black drapes already pulled across the window as not to let any of the moonlight in it was clear that she should already be wrapped up in blankets and dreaming. It was the perfect night out no heavy heat to try to breathe through, nor freezing cold to bear, just perfect. Only the faint sound of a few night owls roaming the lower floors echoed up and the soothing chirp of the crickets played. Actually that was a lie a third more unruly noise joined it all, that was the male voice that was roaring over the cellphone pressed against her ear as she lie in bed.
Naturally Alexander was the one who was bitching at her for lack of better words from thousands of miles away. For the last hour she had heard the lecture and questions, all demanding to know where she was and why she ran off like that. Weak groans and moans and halfhearted answers of “We can talk about this tomorrow” were the only answer the older Zorro was receiving from her. Talking was the last the on the brunette’s mind, sleep kept tempting her but as soon as she almost caved Alexander ended up yelling something over the phone jolting her back to attention.
Whimpering pitifully Zandra muttered a plea to get off but still only curses and a sharp no for answers. Slowly shifting to roll onto her other side, she passed the phone into her other hand, this time holding it farther from her face as not to break out sweating on that cheek as well. Way to make a girl feel like shit before bed Alex. Tan eyelids starting to flutter shut for the countless time this night, her arm dropped down from her face as Alex kept ranting and raving about how whatever she was doing was crazy and as needed to come home right away. Holding out any longer was no longer an option as the phone fell lazily out of her hand, thumping on the ground. Rest was all she wanted as she curled up into a tight ball cocooning herself in the blankets, drifting off to sleep, as in the background the same old male voice ranted on about how stupid she was.