Post by ness on May 23, 2009 4:50:23 GMT -8
WEDNESDAY ZHARA MENDEZ
I'VE JUST SEEN A FACE
character name: Wednesday zhara mendez
nicknames: nes, nessa
age: nineteen
gender: female
sexuality: straight
pb: Jessica szhor
THE LONG WINDING ROAD
occupation: dj’s at the sparkler, works as a PA during the week, and at a bakery on the weekends
residence: apartment complex?
been in vegas for how long and why: nessa was born in this tumultuous city and has lived here ever since, that being said she’s hardly a big fan of the place, and is planning to get out as soon as she possibly can .. or more accurately, once she has the money to – which is a long way off yet.
FULL OF EXCITING STORIES
likes:
dislikes:
personality:
INDEPENDENT – Wednesday is self sufficient to a fault, her independent streak runs deep and she is rather ungracious in accepting help of any kind, she the type of person who’ll continue to juggle a million and one things in their hands as they edge the door open with their foot instead of allowing someone else to do it for them. The type that cant stand being thought of as in anyway weaker merely because she doesn’t have a Y chromosome. Its one of the things she disagrees with her step sister mya the most about, while she abhors the very idea of relying on a man for anything, her sister does exactly that,
GUARDED – nessa is one of those people who can appear simultaneously open and friendly and completely closed off at the same time. The girl you know by name, but know nothing about.
PROTECTIVE. nes would do anything for friends and family – ANYTHING. All she really has in this world is her sister and mother, and she would give up her life for them. She is slow to trust but when she does she’ll have you back in every situation, she super loyal in that way. She is very friendly and accepting of all, but actually being close friends with the girl is no easy task, it’s a title they she doesn’t bestow on just anyone.
MISCHIEVOUS. This girl is high octane energy at all times, she’s not very good at sitting still, and has a habit of getting into anything and everything. Nes is always up to no good in some shape or form, she loves to play pranks on people, which is where her creativity really shines. She is quite cunning and never seems to get caught, and when she does, she uses her innocent face to get off the hook. It works every time. Her pranks are usually light hearted and harmless, and a good quantity are aimed toward her bestie, [TBA]. But if she doesn’t like you, watch out, she is known to get a little carried away when righting wrongs.
HONEST – nes hates lying, and is thus, very honest and upfront about pretty much anything, the art of omission and euphemism had pretty much escaped her, which probably has a little to the kind of upbringing she had. She tends to see only black and white and disregard shades of grey. That being said, she never purposely tries to upset people, quite the opposite, unfortunately, she seems to have quite a talent for it.
CREATIVE – nes has a certain fascination with the world around her, which she often tries to channel into her artistic pursuits. She absolutely adores black and white photography, and is often seen with a camera strap looped around her neck or a sketch pad in her hand, at least that is when she’s not working, and sometimes even when she is.
fears: Her biggest fear would be getting stuck in vegas forever – she hates the place that much. Somedays shes come very close to just hopping on a bus and taking off to somewhere, anywhere, but she’d never leave her family, she couldn’t. After that would be getting caught in the same trap as her mother did and starting the same vicious cycle again, baby mammas and divorces, if she ever does get married she wants to be sure that it will stick, and her expectations are somewhat unrealistic – not that she’ll ever admit that. Its one of the biggest reasons she steers away from relationships at all costs, giving any prospective males that come into her life a firm backward push into ‘just-friends’ territory. She also has rather a deep fear of jellyfish, one that shes not entirely sure where it came from, and is rather unusual since she is totally fascinated by more dangerous aquatic life, like for instance – sharks. Though anything with raw killing power has always awed the girl. Whenever they were watching some documentary shes the one who watches on enthralled as a antelope or dear is torn limb from limb whilst her sister and mother shield their eyes,
secrets: Her secret of secrets is the identity of her father, which her mother finally admitted to her one night after she’d had too much wine, which was the second disabling blow to the poor child, until the divorce she had assumed that she and mya shared a father, but the custody battle soon put that into rights.
Her other main secret would be that she is a virgin, not surprising really since she pretty much avoids intimacy like the plague. Its not something she’s ashamed of, shes just waiting for the right time, that being said its not something she feels the need to broadcast to any and all.
goals: Her biggest goal right now is getting herself and her family out of vegas, while the city has long since corrupted her and her mother, she has higher hopes for her younger sister. Its what drives her, what pulls her out of bed after a sleepless night to go to work, what gets her though the day.
Like anyone who has come from meager beginnings, she craves financial security, she doesn’t want to be sublimely rich, just well off enough not to have to worry about money 24/7. She wants to be able to see something she likes and buy it, to have the freedom to act on impulse instead of thinking everything through. For this reason she pretty much hates it when people are wasteful and ungrateful about what they have.
Nes would love to travel the world, her goal of goals is to see every country before she dies, but she’d settle merely just to get out of the country. Its what shes dreamed of ever since she had a taste of it one summer when they vacationed Hawaii, back when her mother was still in love and happily married, before cadence came along.
WHEN I GET HOME
family:
history: Her mother – to put it bluntly – had been young, naive and stupid when she was first tempted to the bright lights and promise that Vegas offered. She found herself a job and was living comfortably, even had herself a fiancé, until, in a momentary lapse of judgment, she fell pregnant to another man. Her husband-to-be bolted, hurt by her betrayal, and unwilling to be saddled with the responsibility of a child that wasn’t his. With no other option she sought out the father of her child, but never quite got there, she made the mistake of telling his parents, who, unwilling to let their family name be tarnished, threatened violence unless she kept her silence. Their son was betrothed to a girl of much higher class and they didn’t want anything to interfere with that. Being pregnant and friendless in a big city was bad enough, but she was soon fired from her job when the baby bump began to show. Luckily she had a fair amount of savings, enough to last her to term if she was very very careful with it.
Of course, things weren’t much simpler once the baby was born, they were only more complicated, not only was she dealing with the new found roles and responsibilities of being a mother, her money was running out fast. The baby made it impossible to get a job, no job made it impossible to get anyone to look after the baby so she could get a job. By some twist of fate – or perhaps, luck and fortune – she ran into the owner of one of the local strip clubs, who, so taken by her, offered her a job almost instantly, not surprising really, since she was drop dead gorgeous even after she had the baby, he was even prepared to let her bring her daughter to work, as long as she kept her quiet and out of sight. Long story short she ends up getting with said sexy strip club owner, and along comes baby number two. And it seems like its love for these two because he proposes, they get married, happily ever after.
hmmm.. maybe not.
Baby number three -- Hot damn is this girl fertile or what? Too bad the baby isn’t his. Divorce. A messy one too, he wants her out of the house and he wants his kid, and only his, and shes not willing to give her up, too bad she doesn’t have much say since he’s the one with money and lawyers at his disposal, he gets custody and she gets every second weekend and part of the holidays. Baby one, who really hasn’t had much of a showing yet considering its her history and all, is by now twelve years old, and while tenacious and strong willed has matured well beyond her years and takes the role of baby-sitter the long hours while her mother is at work, irrespective of whether it interferes with school or not. Luckily she’s a bright kid who is able to keep up even with missing large chunks of her schooling.
Amidst this, her half sister mya waltzes in and out, as part of the custody agreement, reeking of expensive perfume and toting on her arm the equivalent of what anyone in her neighborhood would hope to make in one month. To say that the two don’t get along would be the understatement of the century, whilst mya was spoilt and pandered to nes has to work for everything she has and it hasn’t endeared her towards anyone who’s rich by inheritance alone. At fifteen she gets her first part time job which allows her to attend school on a regular basis and make exceptional grades for once in her life. She graduates, but with no plans to go on into higher education, there’s no way in hell they could ever afford it.
Her schooling finished she drops back her hours at her job at the bakery, the one shes had since she was fifteen, and the place shes practically indispensible to, and takes up a better paying job as PA for a renowned graphic designer, figuring she might be able to pick up a few things along the way, her mothers health begins to decline, and nessa takes up yet another job to compensate, of course, working at the local nightclub has it perks, it gets her in for free, which is the only way she can actually afford to have something of a social life.
pets: none
FROM US TO YOU
ooc name: ZAPH[/blockquote]
age: geriatric
years roleplaying: too many
other characters: none
roleplay sample:.Anyone who knew the girl would have noticed distinct changes in her behavior as of late, for one, she had developed rather fond affection with her bathroom toilet. “oh ceramie, we certainly must stop meeting like this...” she would mutter woozily, clinging to the cold white rim and brushing her long hair from her face, after once again purging her entire stomach contents. At first she had blamed alcohol, she’d been drinking a little more than normal, and she thought that perhaps her body was sending her a firm reprimand about it. After that, it was most definitely food poisoning, she’d had sushi the previous day, so it was highly plausible. But then, then ---
She’d run out of reasons.
Pregnancy hadn’t even occurred to her until her friend had brought it up casually as a joke, to which mia had quickly discarded, she’d broken up with her boyfriend over six months ago…it couldn’t be that. And then, thinking about it later on, she felt her stomach drop as her mind danced with the hazy recollection of one very drunken night a month prior. She’d been with Liam and some other friends, that much she knew, and they had both been drinking pretty heavily, her from a fight with her older sister, him from his fresh break up with carling. But that hadn’t hooked up, had they? She couldn’t remember, there being a distinct gap in her memory stretching between being at the club, knocking back vodka shots, to waking up in her bed – alone – feeling sick and hung over. There was only one way to find out, and she felt herself tremble at the possibility.
It had come back positive. All five of them had. In a fit of fear fuelled anger she had thrown the lot hard against the wall, along with some other readily available objects that currently adorned her room, before pacing, and yelling, and tearing her clothes off, and finally curling up in her bed and crying herself to sleep. The next morning she had pulled herself together enough to make an appointment with a doctor, she need to know for sure, she needed to hear it from someone else’s mouth, she was still hovering in denial. She could feel the pity in the young doctors demeanor as he looked at her, as well as the judgment, another teenage mother, they probably trolled through the place in hoards.
“positive, miss johannas” the doctor had said, his smile warm, she stomach knot, and she tried to fix the smile on her face, the one that had become distinctly lopsided, almost tremulous. Somehow she had managed to get home, to her room, without breaking down and inflicting some sort physical harm to herself. She wanted to die. After a repeat of the events from when she had taken the home-pregnancy test, she had pretty much locked herself in her room, turned off her phone, and sulked. She didn’t eat, and didn’t sleep, she just cried, and threw up, though after a day it had become a redundant action, her body had nothing left to purge now. She had gotten away with this until her father had returned from a business trip and demanded to know what was going on, she’d told him she’d broken up with her boyfriend, which had sated him for another couple of days. But then he was at her again, consumed with worry, and threatening to wheel in psychiatrists and counselors.
After a week, she remerged from solidarity, but with little flourish, and she looked like hell, she didnt even bother to dress up, or put on make up. The sun felt like an unwelcome guest upon her her skin, and after so many days spent indoors, in the dark, it almost stung. She headed to a small café in Lakeview mall, one so far out of the way she would surely not find anyone she knew there, most of them shopped at the bigger malls, taking her coffee from the waiter she slumped into the first available seat, only to brood on how her life had turned in such a horrible direction
