Post by Natalia Ferrara on Jun 22, 2006 13:55:55 GMT -5
Name/Nicknames: Natalia Grace Ferrara (known commonly as Nat, or even sometimes jokingly[though lovingly] she's been called 'Bug' [for a gnat is a bug])
Age/Birthdate: 17 \\ June 3rd
Occupation/Education: Student \\ Senior at Miss Hall’s preparatory
Nationality/Religion: Italian\\French | Catholic
Hobbies/Talents: Lacrosse, basketball, running, reading, shopping, partying, making a quick getaway, flirting
Height/Weight: 5’10 \\ 140 pounds
General Appearance: It’s easy to pick Natalia out of a crowd. She isn’t outstandingly beautiful, or gorgeously thin – no, it’s because of her height and shock of golden blond hair that people can’t miss her.
Standing at a height of 5’10, Natalia’s a few inches taller than most girls her age. Usually this difference isn’t too noticeable, unless she straightens her back to its fullest, as she tends to do when she’s mad. During her first few years in New York, Natalia was completely conscious about her height, but now that she’s gotten old and stopped caring about what other people think, she’s learned to embrace it. However, one thing that she’s still a little uncomfortable with is her hips. While Natalia doesn’t have the perfect hourglass shape, she’s got rather bony hips.
As if it isn’t bad enough to be slightly taller than most females, Natalia is graced with shocking red hair. It isn’t the color of straw or even platinum hued, but darker; more golden honey colored. This is, though, Natalia’s pride and joy. She knows that she’s got very pretty hair, and she milks it for all it’s worth. Letting it hang half way down her back, her pin straight hair doesn’t have a trace of a natural wave in it. Of course, that doesn’t mean that Natalia doesn’t curl or wave her hair. Over the years she’s actually become quite good at dealing with hair styles. For the most part, though, she leaves it down, or pulls it back into a simple ponytail.
While most blonds have blue eyes, Natalia does not. Instead she’s got almond shaped, green orbs. She finds these rather boring, especially considering that all her family members have her pretty blue eyes. However, Natalia’s eyes are really what portray her essence. While she’s mastered her poker face, you can almost always tell how Natalia’s feeling by looking at her eyes.
Another trait that is characteristic of many blonds is freckles, and Natalia’s got plenty of those. Her flushed cheeks are smattered, as well as the bridge of her nose. While she’s rather fair skinned naturally, the concentration of freckles on the rest of her body, most noticeably her arms, gives her the appearance of a tan. But, due to the fact that she really is pretty fair skinned, she can’t spend too much time out in the sun without protection. She’s learned that she can burn to a crisp if she stays outside too long.
Natalia may be a bit of a tomboy, but that doesn’t mean that she’s lost touch with her girly side. When it comes to fashion, she’s an absolute hound. She likes trying out new styles, and has established herself as a bit of a fashionista. Yet, it isn’t past Natalia to put on a pair of sweatpants and tee shirt – her outfit just depends on what kind of mood she’s in. The same goes for her make-up. If she’s feeling fresh faced, she’ll have on nothing but blush and mascara. But, if she’s feeling smoldering, her eyes will be outlined heavily.
Smoke/Drink: On occasion she’ll drink, but it’s always something sophisticated; never a beer. Smoking, however, is absolutely out of the question. Have you seen what that does to your teeth? Ew.
Family/Friends:
Angelo Ferrara: Father – 49 – ER Surgeon
Gabrielle Ferrara: Mother – 43 – Upscale Restaurant Owner
Greg Ferrara: Brother – sophomore
Personality/History: With Natalia, what you see is basically what you get. She isn’t sweet to people’s faces and than a total bitch behind their backs. No, she’s definitely not like that at all. Natalia is the type of girl who, basically, only talks to her own ‘kind’ – the elite in the social hierarchy. Typically she’ll just brush off anyone she deems ‘below’ her, unless she really needs their help, and although this is rare, it has happened before. It seems that she has absolutely no sense of a conscience, and can walk around guilty, yet feeling as good as always. She’s also very calculating; especially of body movement and speech. She’ll pick up on every minute detail, down to the hideously short length of a person’s finger nails to the unsightly way they cross their legs. Occasionally she’ll use her observations to get a rise out of someone; she’s always found it hilarious to make someone mad. In Natalia’s mind, this attention to detail is essential if you want to survive in the social world and the easiest way, she’s found, of ensuring success is to watch and catalogue everything her peers do, mentally taking note not to act like someone, or to talk to another person more.
One thing that people notice about Natalia right away is the inexplicable nonchalant, ‘cool’ air that she has about her. She’s outwardly laid back and easy-going; a generally up-for-anything sort of girl. And, well, she really is up for anything. She could definitely be classified as outgoing, always wanting to try new things at least once. As long as wouldn’t be considered committing social suicide, she’ll try it. No matter what the consequences are. Natalia has it made in her mind that she can smooth talk her way out of anything. That is, of course, how things are with her parents. She has, as of yet, come to face the reality that one of these days, people aren’t going to put up with her crap anymore.
Truthfully, though, Natalia is a wizened sweet talker. She perfected the art of persuasion and flattery so that both are now at her disposal for whenever she needs to slip out of a sticky situation or convince someone to help her. It can be hard to believe, but Natalia is a very firm arguer, often getting her opponent to negotiate to her needs. Eloquently put words and a sharp demeanor have gotten her very far in life. Blatancy is something that Natalia lacks a clear boundary for. Over the years she’s become rather forth-right with her opinions, dishing them out to whoever’s listening without a trace of concern for how she could effect them with her words.
Natalia’s probably the most athletic girl living on the Upper East Side. Being a bit of a tomboy at heart, Natalia’s got a competitive side to her. She’s strikingly determined to win; and has an endurance that could rival half the boys in town. She's quick on her feet, and a natural athelete. Her skills, paired with her desire, make her a force to be reckoned with on the field or court.
While being rather blunt about things, Natalia can be the life of the party. She knows how to live it up; never letting a moment pass her by. Her mind is as quick as a whip, and she's been known for her short quips and funny comments. Natalia may not be as popular as the Clique, but she's rather well liked.
As for her history, Natalia Ferrara was the first child born to Angelo and Caroline Ferrara; an Emergency room doctor and a bussiness woman. When Natalie was born she lived in upscale Boston, Massachusettes; living a life of absolute luxery.
Her parents were never home when she was a child, so she was always stuck with babysitters. Faces upon faces passed through her life, though none of them really show any impact on Natalia. It wasn't until three years later when her little brother was born that Nat actually grew out of her shell.
She became a social creature at the parks, attracting the attention of quite a few children, with whom she made quick friends. Often she was found running aorund with the boys or giggling on the sidelines with the girls. She seemed to get a long with everyone. When she became old enough, she attended the nicest prep school in the city, gaining a reputation as an up and coming athlete, as well as a fun girl to be around.
However, Natalia's limelight was shattered when she was forced to move with her family to the Upper East Side. Her father had gotten a transfer to the new hospital they had built in the city, so he picked up the family and dropped them into the ritzy world of New York. Natalia, being 12 at the time, was heartbroken. She was forced to make new friends, and this time she had competition.
While Natalia had been one of the most popular girls around in Boston, in New York things were different. The Clique, which was a well established group of girls, hogged all the popularity. Outwardly Nat loved the girls, and she wouldn't hesitate to sing their praises when people asked about them. Inwardly it was a different story. She yearned to be a part of their world, and wanted nothing more than to beat out all of the other wannabe's for a spot in that glorified group.
Sadly, Natalia's time never came. She played nice with the girls, as well as everyone else, and established herself in the city as an athletic force. At school she was even referred to as 'the athelete' or 'that athletic girl'. Nat's athletic acheivements keep racking up as she makes it into her last year in highschool, but she's praying for something even more spectacular to happen to her.
Location: Upper East Side
Marital Status: single
Role Play Sample: [from another site. I'll include a link if it's needed!]
It had been two hours. Two long, drawn out hours since Chris Goldstein had first woke up. Sometime during the middle of the night he had jolted awake for no particular reason; perhaps it had been Carson’s obnoxiously loud snoring that had done the job. For being such a good quidditch player, as well as recent girl-magnet, the quidditch captain sure could snore like a beast.
For two hours Chris had sat in his bed, staring at the rafters above his bed, realizing this would be his last year in the cozy dormitory. That thought was rather sad to the Hufflepuff; Hogwarts was his second home. In fact, he didn’t doubt it if he spent more time with his peers than he did with his family. Not that he minded though, he absolutely loved coming back to Hogwarts after summer vacation was over.
The castle just felt so…secure. So safe. It was the place that had nurtured Chris through his adolescence, and had guided him through his development as a young man. There were so many memories hidden between the thick, stone walls of the castle; seven years of his life were spent running down the halls, or goofing off on the lawns. What would he do when he graduated? Where would he go? Despite all of the preparation from teacher’s and family, Chris wasn’t too sure what life would be like outside of the confines of Hogwarts.
As Carson exhaled loudly in the bed next to him, Chris groaned softly. He was NEVER going to get back to sleep with racket like that coming from his dorm mate. It was going to take a little while longer in the dorm to get used to the snoring. Chris only prayed to Merlin that he could readjust himself to the boy’s nightly habit. After a summer spent without snoring room mates, Chris had familiarized himself with a silent room to fall asleep in.
Kicking off his golden hued comforter, Chris slipped on a pair of slippers. Students really weren’t allowed out during the night, but it was early enough in the morning that all of the night watches had gone to bed. If anything, only one more teacher lingered around the school, and the odds of Chris meeting them was slim to none. So, as silent as possible (which wasn’t hard considering Carson was snoring louder than a troll), Chris slipped out through the door, making sure to pull it completely shut behind him. After trekking down the short staircase, Chris nearly sprinted across the dark common room and out of the common room door, which was hidden behind a knight of armor. Hopefully if he wandered around long enough, he would be so tired that when he reached the dormitory once again, Carson’s snoring wouldn’t bother him a bit.
Dressed in nothing but a pair of sweatpants, slippers, and a sleeveless Puddlemere United tee shirt, Chris began his conquest of the corridors. Perhaps he’d run into something interest; another student, maybe? He was sure that he couldn’t possibly be the only one who couldn’t rest.
After ten minutes of wandering around aimlessly, Chris’s thoughts resided on quidditch. This year he was co-captain and one of the starting beaters. He and Carson were the only two established positions on the team as of the moment, but tryouts were going to be held in only a few short weeks. With his head in the clouds, Chris continued strolling along lazily, zoning out slightly as he watched the sleeping portraits and paintings that hung sporadically on the walls.
Before he knew it, Chris found himself outside of the trophy room. He wasn’t really sure how long he’d been walking around for, but he ultimately decided that it wouldn’t hurt to take a peek inside the trophy room. After all, he’d spent many hours in there over his six years at Hogwarts, taking in the names of his predecessors, as well as their reputations. It was amazing how many fantastic people had passed through Hogwarts; models, athletes, journalists, and every other job possible. They had all been in Chris’s position at one point in time.
Stepping through the threshold of the doorway, Chris jumped back a bit as he saw the back of a familiar looking dark haired girl. Taking a step closer he questioned, “Audrey?”
Code: germany
Age/Birthdate: 17 \\ June 3rd
Occupation/Education: Student \\ Senior at Miss Hall’s preparatory
Nationality/Religion: Italian\\French | Catholic
Hobbies/Talents: Lacrosse, basketball, running, reading, shopping, partying, making a quick getaway, flirting
Height/Weight: 5’10 \\ 140 pounds
General Appearance: It’s easy to pick Natalia out of a crowd. She isn’t outstandingly beautiful, or gorgeously thin – no, it’s because of her height and shock of golden blond hair that people can’t miss her.
Standing at a height of 5’10, Natalia’s a few inches taller than most girls her age. Usually this difference isn’t too noticeable, unless she straightens her back to its fullest, as she tends to do when she’s mad. During her first few years in New York, Natalia was completely conscious about her height, but now that she’s gotten old and stopped caring about what other people think, she’s learned to embrace it. However, one thing that she’s still a little uncomfortable with is her hips. While Natalia doesn’t have the perfect hourglass shape, she’s got rather bony hips.
As if it isn’t bad enough to be slightly taller than most females, Natalia is graced with shocking red hair. It isn’t the color of straw or even platinum hued, but darker; more golden honey colored. This is, though, Natalia’s pride and joy. She knows that she’s got very pretty hair, and she milks it for all it’s worth. Letting it hang half way down her back, her pin straight hair doesn’t have a trace of a natural wave in it. Of course, that doesn’t mean that Natalia doesn’t curl or wave her hair. Over the years she’s actually become quite good at dealing with hair styles. For the most part, though, she leaves it down, or pulls it back into a simple ponytail.
While most blonds have blue eyes, Natalia does not. Instead she’s got almond shaped, green orbs. She finds these rather boring, especially considering that all her family members have her pretty blue eyes. However, Natalia’s eyes are really what portray her essence. While she’s mastered her poker face, you can almost always tell how Natalia’s feeling by looking at her eyes.
Another trait that is characteristic of many blonds is freckles, and Natalia’s got plenty of those. Her flushed cheeks are smattered, as well as the bridge of her nose. While she’s rather fair skinned naturally, the concentration of freckles on the rest of her body, most noticeably her arms, gives her the appearance of a tan. But, due to the fact that she really is pretty fair skinned, she can’t spend too much time out in the sun without protection. She’s learned that she can burn to a crisp if she stays outside too long.
Natalia may be a bit of a tomboy, but that doesn’t mean that she’s lost touch with her girly side. When it comes to fashion, she’s an absolute hound. She likes trying out new styles, and has established herself as a bit of a fashionista. Yet, it isn’t past Natalia to put on a pair of sweatpants and tee shirt – her outfit just depends on what kind of mood she’s in. The same goes for her make-up. If she’s feeling fresh faced, she’ll have on nothing but blush and mascara. But, if she’s feeling smoldering, her eyes will be outlined heavily.
Smoke/Drink: On occasion she’ll drink, but it’s always something sophisticated; never a beer. Smoking, however, is absolutely out of the question. Have you seen what that does to your teeth? Ew.
Family/Friends:
Angelo Ferrara: Father – 49 – ER Surgeon
Gabrielle Ferrara: Mother – 43 – Upscale Restaurant Owner
Greg Ferrara: Brother – sophomore
Personality/History: With Natalia, what you see is basically what you get. She isn’t sweet to people’s faces and than a total bitch behind their backs. No, she’s definitely not like that at all. Natalia is the type of girl who, basically, only talks to her own ‘kind’ – the elite in the social hierarchy. Typically she’ll just brush off anyone she deems ‘below’ her, unless she really needs their help, and although this is rare, it has happened before. It seems that she has absolutely no sense of a conscience, and can walk around guilty, yet feeling as good as always. She’s also very calculating; especially of body movement and speech. She’ll pick up on every minute detail, down to the hideously short length of a person’s finger nails to the unsightly way they cross their legs. Occasionally she’ll use her observations to get a rise out of someone; she’s always found it hilarious to make someone mad. In Natalia’s mind, this attention to detail is essential if you want to survive in the social world and the easiest way, she’s found, of ensuring success is to watch and catalogue everything her peers do, mentally taking note not to act like someone, or to talk to another person more.
One thing that people notice about Natalia right away is the inexplicable nonchalant, ‘cool’ air that she has about her. She’s outwardly laid back and easy-going; a generally up-for-anything sort of girl. And, well, she really is up for anything. She could definitely be classified as outgoing, always wanting to try new things at least once. As long as wouldn’t be considered committing social suicide, she’ll try it. No matter what the consequences are. Natalia has it made in her mind that she can smooth talk her way out of anything. That is, of course, how things are with her parents. She has, as of yet, come to face the reality that one of these days, people aren’t going to put up with her crap anymore.
Truthfully, though, Natalia is a wizened sweet talker. She perfected the art of persuasion and flattery so that both are now at her disposal for whenever she needs to slip out of a sticky situation or convince someone to help her. It can be hard to believe, but Natalia is a very firm arguer, often getting her opponent to negotiate to her needs. Eloquently put words and a sharp demeanor have gotten her very far in life. Blatancy is something that Natalia lacks a clear boundary for. Over the years she’s become rather forth-right with her opinions, dishing them out to whoever’s listening without a trace of concern for how she could effect them with her words.
Natalia’s probably the most athletic girl living on the Upper East Side. Being a bit of a tomboy at heart, Natalia’s got a competitive side to her. She’s strikingly determined to win; and has an endurance that could rival half the boys in town. She's quick on her feet, and a natural athelete. Her skills, paired with her desire, make her a force to be reckoned with on the field or court.
While being rather blunt about things, Natalia can be the life of the party. She knows how to live it up; never letting a moment pass her by. Her mind is as quick as a whip, and she's been known for her short quips and funny comments. Natalia may not be as popular as the Clique, but she's rather well liked.
As for her history, Natalia Ferrara was the first child born to Angelo and Caroline Ferrara; an Emergency room doctor and a bussiness woman. When Natalie was born she lived in upscale Boston, Massachusettes; living a life of absolute luxery.
Her parents were never home when she was a child, so she was always stuck with babysitters. Faces upon faces passed through her life, though none of them really show any impact on Natalia. It wasn't until three years later when her little brother was born that Nat actually grew out of her shell.
She became a social creature at the parks, attracting the attention of quite a few children, with whom she made quick friends. Often she was found running aorund with the boys or giggling on the sidelines with the girls. She seemed to get a long with everyone. When she became old enough, she attended the nicest prep school in the city, gaining a reputation as an up and coming athlete, as well as a fun girl to be around.
However, Natalia's limelight was shattered when she was forced to move with her family to the Upper East Side. Her father had gotten a transfer to the new hospital they had built in the city, so he picked up the family and dropped them into the ritzy world of New York. Natalia, being 12 at the time, was heartbroken. She was forced to make new friends, and this time she had competition.
While Natalia had been one of the most popular girls around in Boston, in New York things were different. The Clique, which was a well established group of girls, hogged all the popularity. Outwardly Nat loved the girls, and she wouldn't hesitate to sing their praises when people asked about them. Inwardly it was a different story. She yearned to be a part of their world, and wanted nothing more than to beat out all of the other wannabe's for a spot in that glorified group.
Sadly, Natalia's time never came. She played nice with the girls, as well as everyone else, and established herself in the city as an athletic force. At school she was even referred to as 'the athelete' or 'that athletic girl'. Nat's athletic acheivements keep racking up as she makes it into her last year in highschool, but she's praying for something even more spectacular to happen to her.
Location: Upper East Side
Marital Status: single
Role Play Sample: [from another site. I'll include a link if it's needed!]
It had been two hours. Two long, drawn out hours since Chris Goldstein had first woke up. Sometime during the middle of the night he had jolted awake for no particular reason; perhaps it had been Carson’s obnoxiously loud snoring that had done the job. For being such a good quidditch player, as well as recent girl-magnet, the quidditch captain sure could snore like a beast.
For two hours Chris had sat in his bed, staring at the rafters above his bed, realizing this would be his last year in the cozy dormitory. That thought was rather sad to the Hufflepuff; Hogwarts was his second home. In fact, he didn’t doubt it if he spent more time with his peers than he did with his family. Not that he minded though, he absolutely loved coming back to Hogwarts after summer vacation was over.
The castle just felt so…secure. So safe. It was the place that had nurtured Chris through his adolescence, and had guided him through his development as a young man. There were so many memories hidden between the thick, stone walls of the castle; seven years of his life were spent running down the halls, or goofing off on the lawns. What would he do when he graduated? Where would he go? Despite all of the preparation from teacher’s and family, Chris wasn’t too sure what life would be like outside of the confines of Hogwarts.
As Carson exhaled loudly in the bed next to him, Chris groaned softly. He was NEVER going to get back to sleep with racket like that coming from his dorm mate. It was going to take a little while longer in the dorm to get used to the snoring. Chris only prayed to Merlin that he could readjust himself to the boy’s nightly habit. After a summer spent without snoring room mates, Chris had familiarized himself with a silent room to fall asleep in.
Kicking off his golden hued comforter, Chris slipped on a pair of slippers. Students really weren’t allowed out during the night, but it was early enough in the morning that all of the night watches had gone to bed. If anything, only one more teacher lingered around the school, and the odds of Chris meeting them was slim to none. So, as silent as possible (which wasn’t hard considering Carson was snoring louder than a troll), Chris slipped out through the door, making sure to pull it completely shut behind him. After trekking down the short staircase, Chris nearly sprinted across the dark common room and out of the common room door, which was hidden behind a knight of armor. Hopefully if he wandered around long enough, he would be so tired that when he reached the dormitory once again, Carson’s snoring wouldn’t bother him a bit.
Dressed in nothing but a pair of sweatpants, slippers, and a sleeveless Puddlemere United tee shirt, Chris began his conquest of the corridors. Perhaps he’d run into something interest; another student, maybe? He was sure that he couldn’t possibly be the only one who couldn’t rest.
After ten minutes of wandering around aimlessly, Chris’s thoughts resided on quidditch. This year he was co-captain and one of the starting beaters. He and Carson were the only two established positions on the team as of the moment, but tryouts were going to be held in only a few short weeks. With his head in the clouds, Chris continued strolling along lazily, zoning out slightly as he watched the sleeping portraits and paintings that hung sporadically on the walls.
Before he knew it, Chris found himself outside of the trophy room. He wasn’t really sure how long he’d been walking around for, but he ultimately decided that it wouldn’t hurt to take a peek inside the trophy room. After all, he’d spent many hours in there over his six years at Hogwarts, taking in the names of his predecessors, as well as their reputations. It was amazing how many fantastic people had passed through Hogwarts; models, athletes, journalists, and every other job possible. They had all been in Chris’s position at one point in time.
Stepping through the threshold of the doorway, Chris jumped back a bit as he saw the back of a familiar looking dark haired girl. Taking a step closer he questioned, “Audrey?”
Code: germany
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