Post by SORAYA NIMAT DARZI on Apr 11, 2013 0:17:12 GMT -5
* Soraya N. Darzi ,
* start with basics ,
[ I'M SWIMMING IN THE SMOKE OF BRIDGES I HAVE BURNED ]
[ I'M SWIMMING IN THE SMOKE OF BRIDGES I HAVE BURNED ]
FULL NAME Soraya Nimat Darzi
NICKNAMES N/A.
DATE OF BIRTH April 7
AGE Fourteen.
GRADE/YEAR Ninth
ELEMENT Wind
SEXUALITY Heterosexual
MARITAL STATUS Single
* into the mirror ,
[ AGAINST MY WILL I STAND BESIDE MY OWN REFLECTION ]
[ AGAINST MY WILL I STAND BESIDE MY OWN REFLECTION ]
CELEBRITY CLAIM Summer Glau
EYE COLOUR Brown
HAIR COLOUR Brown
HEIGHT & WEIGHT 5'2", 115 lbs.
DISTINGUISHING FEATURES A long scar running up her leg
CLOTHING STYLE Soraya usually wears leggings or long pants to hide her scar, which she is a bit ashamed of. Over that, she'll wear almost anything: dresses, blouses, T-shirts, or boys' shirts.
* deeper than skin ,
[ TAKE EVERYTHING FROM THE INSIDE & THROW IT ALL AWAY ]
[ TAKE EVERYTHING FROM THE INSIDE & THROW IT ALL AWAY ]
POSITIVE TRAITS
- Intelligent
- Affectionate
- Good-hearted
NEGATIVE TRAITS
- Mercurial
- Procrastinates
- Prone to melancholy
LIKES
- Being with friends
- Reading, especially myths
- Strawberries
- Being outside
- Writing
DISLIKES
- Having to finish things by a certain time
- People who don't take things seriously enough
- Sitting near a closed window
- Not being able to wear leggings or pants
- Her last name being pronounced "Darcy"
STRENGTHS
- Good at schoolwork when she doesn't put it off
- Makes friends easily
- Adapts well to new situations
WEAKNESSES
- Rather changeable moods
- A bit absent-minded
- Tends to either do too much work or too little
FEARS
- Small, enclosed spaces
- Getting other people into trouble
- Being alone
BEST MEMORY Seeing snow for the first time when she was a little girl.
WORST MEMORY Visiting her father in the hospital after he was shot trying to protect her.
LONG-TERM GOAL Becoming the first well-known best-selling Elemental author.
* past reflections ,
[ SOMETIMES I REMEMBER THE DARKNESS OF MY PAST ]
[ SOMETIMES I REMEMBER THE DARKNESS OF MY PAST ]
MOTHER Alexandra Darzi (40), Journalist.
FATHER Barakat Darzi (42), Former teacher, painter.
SIBLINGS None.
OTHER None
HISTORY
Soraya was born in Quebec to Fire-controlling Alexandra, who had gotten pregnant while on an assignment in Afghanistan. She contacted the father, Barakat, who came to Canada at once to help raise his child and escape a difficult political situation. He told Alexandra his job as a history teacher had become more controversial than he had expected, and he had made some enemies. It also turned out that Barakat could control Water, which led to a few arguments, but the two were very much in love and put aside their quarrels to take care of little Soraya.
Soraya led a fairly normal life for an imaginative young girl. She read a lot of short stories and started writing her own when she was ten. Her parents moved a lot to keep their secret hidden, and Soraya learned to make friends quickly because she didn't know how long she would have them. Everything was going well until she was twelve and her father, thinking no one was looking, showed her a trick in a duck pond. Someone from an Afghan division devoted to finding rogue Elementals spotted them and mistook Barakat for a missing political figure. Barakat was shot in the back, and Soraya got a grazing wound up her left leg, which left a scar.
As soon as Barakat was able to move, Alexandra took them both out of Vancouver and did her best to make sure no questions were asked. She did her best to keep close to the Academy, where she had studied, for when she hoped Soraya would be called to go there. Soraya pestered both her parents (but most her mother; Barakat could be rather touchy when it came to being pestered) about what exactly was going on until Alexandra explained about the Elementals. She told her daughter about her suspicions that the man had been working for the government and was possibly looking for Barakat all the way from Afghanistan. It was the first time Soraya had realized that her family's life could be in danger, and for a while she nearly stopped talking.
She started developing her powers when her mother made an errant comment in a store's parking lot about how cold the wind was. Hardly understanding what she was doing, Soraya slowed the wind until they had reached the car. Alexandra was a bit disappointed that her daughter wasn't Fire or Thunder, but since Barakat would argue that she should have been Water or Earth, she announced on the drive home that Wind was good enough for her little girl.
* puppet on a string ,
[ SOMETHING INSIDE ME THAT PULLS BENEATH THE SURFACE ]
[ SOMETHING INSIDE ME THAT PULLS BENEATH THE SURFACE ]
YOUR NAME Jo
YOUR AGE 19
RP EXPERIENCE A few months on a couple of Firefly sites
HOW'D YOU FIND US? Dreaming of Serenity
SECRET WORD Correct.
RP SAMPLESoraya curled up under the pine tree, leaning her head against the bark. She was on her own, again, and the thought made her shake a little bit. She stopped it at once; she was supposed to be tough enough not to panic at the thought of being alone. It just gave her some time to get inspiration for one of her stories. Perhaps something from the Middle East, a little thing to send back to her father and remind him of home.
A little breeze came along, but it wasn't cold enough to make her shiver. On a whim, she made it stronger until it shook the boughs above her head. When she allowed it to return to its normal strength, the quiet was almost unnerving. She wanted to jump up and walk about, find something new. Maybe one of her friends had decided to come outside, and she could find someone to talk to.
The September sun was pleasant on her skin, and she was glad she had worn her sundress today. Her arms might get a little burnt -- she took after her mother, who had been rather pale -- but she didn't mind. The red would turn to brown within a few days, and she had always liked comparing her skin tone to her parents'.
Maybe a story about a djinn who tricked people into making strange wishes. She wouldn't write anything too serious. Now that he was in a wheelchair, her father rarely read anything that wasn't whimsical in some way.
