Post by roza isidora erickov on Aug 25, 2010 19:04:47 GMT -5
( ROZA ISIDORA ERICKOV )
( 17 , JUNIOR, SUSAN COFFEY , RUSSIAN)
( HYPER, QUIRKY, SMARTASS, CONFUSED, CRAZY)
( 17 , JUNIOR, SUSAN COFFEY , RUSSIAN)
( HYPER, QUIRKY, SMARTASS, CONFUSED, CRAZY)
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Do we have to talk about myself? I'm such a strange person that I even scare myself sometimes. Honestly, I'm weird. I guess there's a few things to know about me. I mean, I'm a quirky person I guess. I have some quirks that might weird people out. Like how I have to put ketchup or barbecue sauce on EVERYTHING, I mean...It's not normal right? The amount of the condiments I go through is rather alarming. Is it also weird that I'm extremely afraid of blood too? I mean, I can't look at it or I get really sick same goes for vomit...Yeah, probably too much information. I also have a huge dislike for anything that causes people to get high. Yeah, so drugs not my thing..Alcohol is different though. Anyways, I'm a pretty nice person...I guess. I could be a hard ass with the band but that's only because I love them oh so much and I'm trying to get them big or...some kind of famous. I'm pretty hard working as it is. I have always had one of those good work ethics that would of gotten me far if I hadn't been traumatized when i was younger.. I guess that's one of my flaws. I don't like confrontation. I'm a pretty peaceful person unless I'm a bumbling drunk, then I'm looking for a fight well, not really. But I am ready for whatever is thrown at me. I try to be as nice as possible though when I'm under the influence. But alcohol alters the mind obviously.
I tend to chatter a lot. Maybe because no one has really told me to shut up except for in school. Most people are pretty happy that I take the conversation for them so they won't have to talk much. So, it's a pretty good thing I'm guessing right, although I acknowledge the fact that some people have trouble getting their word in..Sorry for that. My mind works pretty fast. That's probably because of the ADD I've been diagnosed with. Along with the being a hard working chick. I'm also seriously disorganized. My clothes are a mess and every where. I get frustrated about it but I really don't have time to clean it all up and fold it neatly and color code it and shit. So, therefore I just leave it as it is and yes, that always annoyed my mother. But, I don't give a shit about her. I've came to realize that lately, I'm a bit more stubborn then most. Actually, I don't do anything that anyone tells me to do. I'm on of the kids that do opposite of what they were told. I was pretty shitty in high school back in my own country haha.
I switch topics quickly and I jump from subject to subject quickly if you haven't notice. It's part of my mind going too fast for my mouth. I guess I also never think before I speak either, which makes some mean things come out of my mouth. But I don't mean them at all really. I never really think before I do either...I guess you could call me independent. I mean, I wouldn't of gotten here if I didn't work for myself.
" Okay, so. I really don't like talking about where I came from. I was born in the lovely place of Saints Petersburg, Russia to Anna and Phineas Erickov. Honestly, it was in the middle of fucking no where and I hated it. I guess that's what made me different from the other kids. Ever since I was little too, school had been pretty much a feat for me considering how I much I hated all my teachers. I was a DIY kind of girl. I liked being independent and others were always trying to help me and I wouldn't have any of it. I guess that's what pissed off my parents because in return of being bothered by all these teachers I wouldn't do work for any of them. I would just sit at my desk with my arms crossed and a pout on my face...Then I would get sent out of course and sit in detention for god knows how long. Soon, my parents got sick of it and sent me to boarding school in Moscow. There, they found out I had ADD and possibly the reason why I didn't want help was because I was just a stubborn person. I was soon taking the lovely medication Adderall for my ADD.
It basically turned me into a zombie and I guess that's what my parents liked most about it. I was obedient. It had a fucked up effect on me that my parents never care to take care of. I started having night terrors so severe I had broke my clock. It was rather terrible, I hated most of the nightmares because I seem to remember some of them. Anyways, this had spurred my hatred for blood. After my third year at the lovely boarding school ( that my parents fucking loved dumping me off at just so you all know) There was a extreme shooting. I was hiding but I had befriended a girl named Dana and well, she died. It was scary. I watched someone I was actually close to die. It freaked me out so much that the night terrors started to alarm the school and well, hello my first trip to a psychologist and they gave me some sleeping pills. Hardcore stuff too, it was made to put a person into a coma for like hours. I still take that stuff though. I mean, if I stopped I would have them again. I tried. I need sleeping pills. Now, it's not even Adderall that makes it happen it was the shooting. Quite terrifying.
So, after the whole thing with the therapists and doctors. My loving parents took me home. Decided I was 'damaged' enough and well, they broke the news that we were moving to Trenton. I may have hated Moscow but I had a few friends. None that were good to keep around really. They were most likely druggies and whores. But I loved them with all my heart. I was the kind of person to keep my friends close no matter who they were and I did keep them close. Still, I had no choice and I had to leave with them. I was seventeen at the damn time and I could of had run off. But despite me being a harsh person I was too good for my parents, afraid of what could of happened to me if things went wrong. So, I'm hoping that I can finish school out quietly but that's close to impossible.
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EXPERIENCE 4
CONTACTPM
MEMBER TITLEsenior
OTHER CHARACTERSNA
CODE WORDSlovelikewoe
ROLEPLAY SAMPLE
It was one of those mornings when Roza just didn't want to get up. She knew that Ana already left for school thank god. She hated getting her little sister up even though she felt obligated to do so. She just didn't go that well with her. She kept her eyes closed though. She just saw darkness as she felt herself slipping back into a deep sleep, that was until her alarm clock rang throughout the apartment and she groaned. "Fuck." She groaned as she rolled onto her stomach and looked up at the time. She probably had to open up for work. Sitting up she knew that walking in with no bra and a black tank top and boy shorts wouldn't work. Even though, her place of work was extremely relaxed about what she wore to work. Her head was in pain as she turned on the light in her room and started getting out clothes from the dresser. She started pulling off the clothing she was wearing, exposing her unnaturally slim body. Honestly, if you asked Roza she would never of said that she was anorexic even though all her ribs were clearly defined. Pulling on a black bra and a black shirt over her body, she moved onto her black jeans with tiny rips in them and small ballet flats. Honestly, the clothes didn't fit her right. The shirt didn't even cling to her small frame and the jeans hung low on her bony hips.
She didn't notice. Roza never did though. She always through of herself just naturally small. She didn't even think of herself as fat she just thought it was fast metabolism even though subconsciously it was a nagging thought in her mind. She ran a hand through her hair dark hair as she grabbed simple eyeliner and black eyeshadow from her vanity and applied it around her eyes. She grabbed her phone in case there was a emergency and Ana needed and then her itouch so she could play music through the shop.
It wasn't that hard to walk to work. Considering that walking to work considered walking downstairs to the tattoo shop below her apartment. She locked the door and walked down the stairs, opening up the door on the bottom and walking through it into the main part of it. She set things on the desk and plugged her ipod into the stereo as the song began to play. She unlocked the front door and flipped the sign to open and started to get everything ready. Roza sat down in the seat at the desk and leaned back spinning in it. Now all she had to do was wait for a customer and or a appointment to come. She wasn't exactly sure when the other artists were coming in. But she was quite relaxed with where she was right now.
She didn't notice. Roza never did though. She always through of herself just naturally small. She didn't even think of herself as fat she just thought it was fast metabolism even though subconsciously it was a nagging thought in her mind. She ran a hand through her hair dark hair as she grabbed simple eyeliner and black eyeshadow from her vanity and applied it around her eyes. She grabbed her phone in case there was a emergency and Ana needed and then her itouch so she could play music through the shop.
It wasn't that hard to walk to work. Considering that walking to work considered walking downstairs to the tattoo shop below her apartment. She locked the door and walked down the stairs, opening up the door on the bottom and walking through it into the main part of it. She set things on the desk and plugged her ipod into the stereo as the song began to play. She unlocked the front door and flipped the sign to open and started to get everything ready. Roza sat down in the seat at the desk and leaned back spinning in it. Now all she had to do was wait for a customer and or a appointment to come. She wasn't exactly sure when the other artists were coming in. But she was quite relaxed with where she was right now.
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