Post by marina augustus on Jun 26, 2009 12:01:50 GMT -6
[/blockquote]{marina silvia augustus}
" And I’ve been dying to get out and that might be the death of me
And even though, there’s no way in knowing where to go,
promise I’m going because I gotta get outta here "Running The Show
the only puppeteer cool enough to operate this puppet is jazz . she is seventeen years old. this cool cat has been running the show for five years and can be reached by pm.
Who I Am
full name: Marina Silvia Augustus
nicknames: Maria, Rina
age: eighteen
birthday: may twelfth
hometown: rome, italy
sexuality: heterosexual
In The Mirror
i look a lot like: Camilla Belle
this is me on a good day: Marina looks youthful in her features, her body petite and slender. Form wise, she doesn’t look very intimidating at all and though her legs and arms are lean she is pretty fragile. Her physical features at times are the first reason people underestimate her. Her skin is soft and bronze, which at times surprises others with her lack of leaving the palace. She compliments her skin was soft pastel colors such as lavender and light red fabrics with dresses and peplos. Her wrists usually have a variety of bangles and bands, and a necklace of gold or silver is fastened around her neck. Typically she doesn’t put anything in her long dark brown hair that falls past her shoulders straight. With its cut bangs, that she sometimes hides behind, and frawework it looks appropriate by itself. Its soft locks are at times pulled back into a low ponytail, pulled up into a bun for gatherings, and even braided. When it comes to how her features look it always depends on where she has to be going for the day. If she is going out in public she’ll be more dressy to look like royalty, but in the palace she might not even bother putting on make-up or wearing any jewelry. Behind closed doors, when it’s only the company of herself, she doesn’t see the point in trying to show off glamour and thinks it’s all about comfort. Her favorite traits about herself are her full lips and her eyes that are a dark captivating green, drawing the most attention to herself. Though they are usually shying away from making eye-contact, they are a pair of pretty gems she should be more proud of. Other than ear piercings, she has no others as they’d be deemed inappropriate. As well she has no tattoos on her body, nor scars as she’s fortunately never been demanded to participate in a fight. What tends to clash with her personality and show her inner confidence, is how she walks. She’s always stands very tall, never slouching, and her love of dancing is shown in her graceful floating steps, often barefoot.
Get Down Deep
i love: Rome, music, dancing, rain, most animals, keeping to myself, books, anything lavender, vanilla scent, and making people smile
i hate: drunks, the games, unneeded bloodshed, corruption, liars, being belittled, arrogance, being treated as child, being known as the “emperor’s sister”, surprises, and arguments
i fear: dying, chaos, large dogs, becoming invisible, and the trouble my brother is getting into
i'm strengthened by: my logic, easygoingness, optimism, independence, and creativity
i'm weakened by: my shyness, over thinking, being gullible, how I care too much, and my curiosity
i hope to: get out from behind my brother’s shadow, and get my voice heard
i hide: that I’m not as oblivious as everyone thinks, and that the sweet smile on my face doesn’t always mean I’m happy
i'm weird because: I like to go outside during thunderstorms, I play with my hair when I’m nervous, and I will just sit outside dreaming
what i'm like: Since I was a child, I’ve always been the shadow and in the background. After all, my brother has the power and I’m just his younger sister. In a way, it does sometimes irritate me that I’m perceived as naïve and foolish. People that don’t know me some reason always make that assumption, not hesitating to underestimate me. I will admit I’m shy and not the most intimidating figure. If I didn’t have my royalty, I’d probably not be given a quarter of the respect I’m given today. Of course, our biggest weaknesses can be our greatest strengths. Because I’m afraid to approach people or open up easily, it makes me look fragile and not a threat to anyone. I would never want to hurt anyone, but this grants me the ability to learn about the corruption around me. I’m just the oblivious little sister, correct? No one would imagine I’d know all the terrible things my brother is getting into or even grasp the affairs of Rome. I might be hesitant, but I’m not stupid. Nonetheless, I pretend I don’t know anything as I absorb all the information around me like a sponge. I like to think that when I am seen more highly that I’ll be able to use it and maybe at the right time expose the wrongs.
On a better note, I’m a pretty sweet person. I enjoy dancing and listening to music above everything else when my brother hosts parties, and find myself constantly trying to keep the peace. It’s funny that I, the younger one, have to keep my brother and his wife from ripping their heads off each other. So much for adults being more mature. I, myself, like to think I’m pretty mature for my age. Losing my parents at a young age demanded me to be independent and rely on myself, as I never considered that my brother would always protect me. I love him, as much as he can be completely unreasonable, but I knew I could only trust myself in a world of corruption. Oddly, I still try to remain optimistic even when I know some gruesome things that happen behind Rome’s back. In a way, I’ve begun to wonder if it’s my own way to deal with it all. I smile a lot in public and act completely carefree, as anyone of my stature is expected, but I know sometimes that the smile is false. Though I live in luxury… I’m not all that happy with being stuck in a palace where I only talk to snobs that flash their money.
I hate the games, let me just throw that on the table. I hate the blood, the pain, and only go because it looks good publicly. If I wasn’t royalty, I wouldn’t attend. I see beauty in art, dancing, and literature. People would say I’m bookish, but I would favor that impression than being the young woman that adores seeing gladiators be ripped apart by lions. A topic like this is one of the many I’m pretty aggressive arguing about. I’m sure if I had an audience that would give me a chance and listen to me, they’d understand my reason. Though if someone were to prod at my soft spots, like this one, I would sure to get my opinion across. I’m not exactly short-tempered, as I’m fairly easygoing, but I do definitely surprise people when they push me too far. It’s really one of the few occasions when my confidence really seeps out. Otherwise, I’m a bit shyer about speaking my mind.
Where I'm From
parents: silvia augustus – mother/deceased
draco augustus – father/deceased
siblings: ---- augustus – older brother (current emperor)
pets: n/a
my story: Marina’s birth in Rome was a blessing and a tragedy. Though her Father was given a beautiful healthy daughter, that same day he lost his loved wife. Her mother died shortly after childbirth due to complications and thus gave her father the responsibility of raising her. The current Emperor showered his daughter in love, whenever not taken away from his duties, playing with her or trying to make her laugh. On the occasions he was off doing tasks she kept close to her brother. She was watched by servants and such in the palace, but she was always scared of them as a child and only found comfort in her other sibling. They were close as children, her brother being very caring of her, but things changed for the worst when her father “died”. To this day, Marina isn’t sure how her father passed on, but what she did know was the family she had quickly fell apart.
With both parents gone and her brother drifting from her as he gained the title of Emperor, Marina found herself alone. As a child she tried to stick her mind into studying or getting closer to the servants she had first feared, but she did acknowledge a void. It was hard for her to throw out her childhood at a young age and grow up fast. There was no other option though. For the first few years as a teenager she was careful to hold her tongue around her brother and stay away when Roman affairs were discussed. She just tried to be a “good girl” and stick to her own business, as expected of her. Not until she nearly walked in on a secret meeting her brother was hosting, did she start forming her own opinions rather than continue her life as a push over.
Her curiosity only increased as the months went by and she collected more tidbits of information. Corruption, lies, bloodshed. Rumors had always been floating around that the Roman Empire wasn’t as stable as seen, but it still was a shock to Marina. As well… that the brother she loved was part of it. The naiveness she once had faded as she learned more and more, before what she knew began to hold a weight on her shoulders. In order to not be punished for her ‘curiosity’ or being seen as knowing too much, she decided early on to keep her mouth shut. Not even now does she know which position she’d side with if she was forced to pick one. Her own brother or her nation. Instead she just sits and listens, when underneath that young face she’s probably one of the most knowledgeable citizens of Roman affairs. Her daily life has consisted of keeping the public happy by being present when needed, and always having a smile on her face. She’s seen at all the games her brother attends, and always the mannered young lady expected of royalty. Behind closed doors she acts as the middleman with her brother and his wife, just waiting for one of them to go too far.
For a life of “extravagance” and ultimate opportunities, Marina has never felt more caged…
The Extra Stuff
read the rules?: the cat is out of the bag
rp sample:
He loved clubs. The noise, the people, the drinks. If it weren't the few attractive people that lured him in it was definitely the alcohol he shot down his throat. After clubbing all around Ontario since he was seventeen he was a well known face to any bouncer or security that stood at the clubs entrance. Actually, they even greeted him by his first name and he did in return. He was twenty, legally able to be here, but of course he was one year short of the drinking age. At first it had been a little harder to get drinks on his own, even if his pretty face coaxed a few people to buy him shots, yet eventually Leon decided he wanted to be independent. He had an attitude that hated being dependent on anyone so one day he decided he'd purchase them on his own. The first time he tried hadn't gone too well, and he'll admit, when the guy asked him for his ID he pussied out. Now though, he knew how to do it right. You never get the point where they ask and instead ask so bluntly that they can't so no. And if they do begin to question you, push them back into their place. Even though Leon would like to see himself as a pretty attractive person, when he was pissed off he was the scariest thing alive. Usually a threat was all that was needed to get that drink he wanted so badly.
A regular, he recognized some people, smiling at some and ignoring others. To be honest, a lot of the people he saw here made him sneer, being his partners in his one night stands. People just didn't get a clue of how it worked with Leon at all. Heading towards the back to the bar he quickly ordered a Long Island and used the time to scope out the dance floor. There were a few nice looking guys, but no one that completely blew him a way at the moment. He hadn't necessarily planned though to get into anyone's pants tonight. Getting drunk wouldn't be awful, nor would just dancing get his mind off St. Alexander's for awhile. Tonight, all he had come for was a nice distraction from everything else that was going on. Leaning against the bar counter he continued to scout, frowning as still nothing caught his attention. “Damn,” he muttered disappointedly, and turned around when the bartender tapped him on the shoulder to give him his drink. “If I order another round let's try to speed it up next time, hm?” he told the bartender as he exchanged the drink for money. He was such an ass, and by the roll of the bartenders eyes he must of thought so too.
Smirking with amusement he took the drink and took a small sip, letting the the tingle nicely burn down his throat. His tolerance was pretty good, so he doubted he'd be wasted too fast. On most occasions that would be a great trait, especially during a drinking contest, but it wasn't that kind on his pocket. At this point he thought that was the only way he'd enjoy his night here. Sober, he wouldn't settle for anything less when it came to who he could potentially leave with. Drunk though, he might consider someone he normally wouldn't. Not feeling much of a buzz yet he was about to take another sip when someone asked if he'd like to dance with him. At first he was a little upset someone would bug him while he was drinking, but when he got a good look of the kid he decided wasn't too bad looking. So far the best thing he'd seen in this club all night. Smiling, he placed down the drink and told him, “Alright, let's see what you got,” The two left the bar, the other boy smiling, and Leon gave himself a moment to get used to the beat of the music before he began dancing with the other boy. It was fun for awhile, being able to get so close to the other kid, letting his hands skid over his sides and touch his hips, but soon the tutor found himself distracted.
In the corner of his eyes another boy caught his attention, definitely a scale up from the kid he was at the moment getting to know on the dance floor. Nice hair. Nice body. Very nice ass. He watched this new kid for a little bit, feeling like he might be one of the students at St. Alexander before realizing that he didn't care. Abruptly he stopped dancing, pulling a way from the other boy who looked a little bit surprised. How sad. He had hurt his feelings. “Sorry, babe, it was fun. Maybe next time?” he said, though by his tone there most likely wouldn't be. Turning his attention back to this other kid, he began dancing again, but this time going his direction. Leon didn't feel desperate by how he was approaching him, just showing he was a man that knew what he wanted. When he was close enough his blue eyes were able to get a better look of the kid, instantly knowing he had made the right choice by ditching the other guy. “Leon Gaulen,” he said over the music when it began to slow down to transition to the next song. The tutor wasn't one to play games when it came to introductions. He liked to keep it quick and simple. “You're a decent dancer,” he said with a smirk, shrugging slightly. Most would throw compliments like change, but Leon was more careful. He wouldn't stoop so low to kissing someone's ass to get what he wanted. “I think you'd do better though if you tried dancing with me,” A little forward, but that was Leon.
A regular, he recognized some people, smiling at some and ignoring others. To be honest, a lot of the people he saw here made him sneer, being his partners in his one night stands. People just didn't get a clue of how it worked with Leon at all. Heading towards the back to the bar he quickly ordered a Long Island and used the time to scope out the dance floor. There were a few nice looking guys, but no one that completely blew him a way at the moment. He hadn't necessarily planned though to get into anyone's pants tonight. Getting drunk wouldn't be awful, nor would just dancing get his mind off St. Alexander's for awhile. Tonight, all he had come for was a nice distraction from everything else that was going on. Leaning against the bar counter he continued to scout, frowning as still nothing caught his attention. “Damn,” he muttered disappointedly, and turned around when the bartender tapped him on the shoulder to give him his drink. “If I order another round let's try to speed it up next time, hm?” he told the bartender as he exchanged the drink for money. He was such an ass, and by the roll of the bartenders eyes he must of thought so too.
Smirking with amusement he took the drink and took a small sip, letting the the tingle nicely burn down his throat. His tolerance was pretty good, so he doubted he'd be wasted too fast. On most occasions that would be a great trait, especially during a drinking contest, but it wasn't that kind on his pocket. At this point he thought that was the only way he'd enjoy his night here. Sober, he wouldn't settle for anything less when it came to who he could potentially leave with. Drunk though, he might consider someone he normally wouldn't. Not feeling much of a buzz yet he was about to take another sip when someone asked if he'd like to dance with him. At first he was a little upset someone would bug him while he was drinking, but when he got a good look of the kid he decided wasn't too bad looking. So far the best thing he'd seen in this club all night. Smiling, he placed down the drink and told him, “Alright, let's see what you got,” The two left the bar, the other boy smiling, and Leon gave himself a moment to get used to the beat of the music before he began dancing with the other boy. It was fun for awhile, being able to get so close to the other kid, letting his hands skid over his sides and touch his hips, but soon the tutor found himself distracted.
In the corner of his eyes another boy caught his attention, definitely a scale up from the kid he was at the moment getting to know on the dance floor. Nice hair. Nice body. Very nice ass. He watched this new kid for a little bit, feeling like he might be one of the students at St. Alexander before realizing that he didn't care. Abruptly he stopped dancing, pulling a way from the other boy who looked a little bit surprised. How sad. He had hurt his feelings. “Sorry, babe, it was fun. Maybe next time?” he said, though by his tone there most likely wouldn't be. Turning his attention back to this other kid, he began dancing again, but this time going his direction. Leon didn't feel desperate by how he was approaching him, just showing he was a man that knew what he wanted. When he was close enough his blue eyes were able to get a better look of the kid, instantly knowing he had made the right choice by ditching the other guy. “Leon Gaulen,” he said over the music when it began to slow down to transition to the next song. The tutor wasn't one to play games when it came to introductions. He liked to keep it quick and simple. “You're a decent dancer,” he said with a smirk, shrugging slightly. Most would throw compliments like change, but Leon was more careful. He wouldn't stoop so low to kissing someone's ass to get what he wanted. “I think you'd do better though if you tried dancing with me,” A little forward, but that was Leon.
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