THOMPSON, nadya ××× citizen Jul 5, 2011 10:07:50 GMT
Post by Nadya Thompson on Jul 5, 2011 10:07:50 GMT
I AIN’T SETTLING FOR JUST GETTING BY[/color]
I’VE HAD ENOUGH SO-SO FOR THE REST OF MY LIFE[/CENTER][/size]
WE’RE ALL LOOKIN FOR A HAPPY ENDING[/color]
EVERY DREAM OF WINNING[/center]
full name: NADYA wilhelmina THOMPSON
nicknames: just plain NADYA
birthday: FIRST of FEBRUARY, 3991
age: TWENTY YEARS
orientation: just your local LESBIAN
GREW UP ON A TIGHTROPE, LEARNED TO SMILE[/color]
EVEN WHEN I WAS FALLING DOWN[/center]
hair color: very dark brown, often mistaken for BLACK
eye color: DARK BROWN
height and weight: 5"5, average
distinguishing features: her HANDS are well-scarred from her ferret's attentions. in order to begin her apprenticeship, her mentor (a little cracked) required her to get inked somewhere obvious. she chose a large BAR-CODE on the inside of her left wrist, the digits being mary's birthday: 23 07 39 91.
face claim: MARY ELIZABETH WINSTEAD
OUT WHERE YOUR TROUBLES CAN‘T FIND YOU[/color]
OUT WHERE YOU LEAVE THEM ALL BEHIND[/center]
likes:| MUSIC | PHYSICAL CONTACT | SAVOURY FOODS | OLD DRESSES | JEWELLERY | QUALITY TIME (family and friends) | RAIN & OCEAN VIEWS | RED |
dislikes:| EAU DE SWEATY MALE | 'QUIET TIME' | INDOORS | CLASHING COLOURS | LIARS |
strengths:| FRIENDLY | GENEROUS | OUTGOING | LOYAL | ARTISTIC |
sketching, dancing. is good at word puzzles, pictionary, that sort of thing.
weaknesses:| CAUSTIC | QUICK TO JUDGE | INSECURE | VAIN | CHILDISH |
she's never been good at cooking or cleaning; has no hope of finishing a sudoku.
fears:| her face will MELT OFF from all this SMILING | BEING JUDGED |
is it wrong to want a little acceptance in this world?
goals:| MAKE FRIENDS | FALL IN LOVE | STAY ALIVE |
there's only so much pain that you can smile through.
Few people are perfect, and Nadya Thompson is no exception. While she's sweet as sugar and outgoing as all the nine furies of hell, she has a tendency to steam-roll over people if they don't speak up, or when conversations turn nervous. This can lead her to say a few things that she probably shouldn't --and it doesn't help that she's always incredibly frank about anything she says. Beating about the bush just doesn't come naturally to her, and while she tries to atone for any wrongs she causes... She's just not very good at it.
Nadya's biggest fear, the one she thinks about most, isn't actually death or the end of the world. She fears not being accepted. It's part of the reason that she cultivated this brash and outgoing persona that has now become part of her-- she simply has to find friends, or else she's at a loose end. This desire occasionally leads her to say things that aren't the truth, but she hasn't been caught out yet --just little things, not something extravagant like 'I own three houses and half the Microsoft Corporation'.
Her biggest long-term want and ambition is safety: it always has been. Nadya has, if truth be told, become hooked on social interaction. Good or bad, she loves the feeling of being part of something, of having all eyes on her and knowing that she belongs somewhere. She wants a safe relationship in a safe place: still able to have fun, but not having to be afraid for her friends and family.
Nadya hasn't always been a big-city girl either: she used to hate it here. The reason she left her old home was because she didn't feel safe there any more. Not safe as in getting gonna-get-raped tingles around every corner, just that she no longer... no longer meshed with the people there. Plus, all the smiling was kinda creepy on such a small scale.
While she's not particularly good at the whole empathy/sympathy suite, she's good at sitting nearby and being a shoulder to cry on. Her advice is invariably halting and faulty, but she really tries to make others feel better. It's just that she generally believes that music, dancing or singing is the way to do that, and most people don't want to expose themselves like that when they're distraught. Nadya is good at concealing her emotions when she's in the limelight and puts aside her own concerns to delve into her sketches, her dancing... Now that smiling has become permanent, she's had to keep herself feeling good to keep up with the crowd.
It's quite sad that, although she is otherwise independent and outgoing, Nadya tends to fall for or follow anyone who promises her safety. And because she's a risk-taker, this happens far more often than it should. Looking too closely at things that she likes the look of feels like it ruptures something --she's good accepting the positive side and the sunny-side up, but doesn't look too deep if she likes the surface image. And once things go sour, she'll flee from extreme emotional trauma --fleeing physically and mentally. Why else would she travel half way across England to escape her parents?
DEAR MOM AND DAD, I‘LL SEND MONEY[/color]
I‘M SO RICH THAT IT AIN‘T FUNNY[/center]
mother: THOMPSON, OSCAR, fifty-six years, chef, CITIZEN
father: THOMPSON, MOLLY, fifty years, former barrister turned book-keeper, CITIZEN
siblings: THOMPSON, NICHOLAS, five years, pre-schooler, CITIZEN
A few ex-boyfriends and -girlfriends, but no other relatives. Her parents moved to the small town of her birth before... well, obviously before she was born, but most of her family stayed away. Wherever they'd moved, she'd only see them at family gatherings. Now, she's cut all ties.
Her pets are VINNIE the ferret and FENRIR, a german shephard (who belongs to her room-mate). The two boys are at constant loggerheads.
hometown: (born an' raised in SOUTH DETROI-- just kidding.) ALNWICK, ENGLAND
Nadya grew up in an unashamedly small-town life. She went to the local school, and kept up writing to her friends there until a few things went awry and she moved into a new life.
Her father was a cook at the local restaurant, while her mother was a barrister who was unashamedly good at using her husband's good food to loosen up her clients. Some of Nadya's earliest memories involved playing at a friend's house or in the children's corner of the restaurant while her mother sweet-talked her clients over a dish of New York-style pizza. She didn't ever feel as if she lacked for anything: sure, there were the sweets she wasn't bought or the days spent doing homework instead of playing tag with her friends, but those weren't soul-sucking denials that would've changed her life if she'd gotten her way. In fact, she likes to think that being denied a few things helped her to become more careful with her time and money nowadays-- though if she sees a good book or a pair of nice shoes, her resolve generally crumbles like a badly-baked cookie.
School was, as you might expect, an affair unlike that of large cities. She knew almost everyone there on her first day, and grew up with than every day after. She made friends with a few girls, and the three of than would form the basis of the tightest-knit group that would generally be known as the 'populars'. Eventually they'd go their separate ways, but for their primary [elementary] education, this was as good as it got. Nadya's parents were always pushing her to do well, and she did so with an ease that she only noticed she'd had when she actually had to work in college.
Her friends and she (Olivia and Rose) had their fair share of sleepovers and boy troubles, skipping between them as they grew older in that fickle and basic way that children do.
College was an easy slide. New classrooms, new teachers, but the same classmates she'd had since year one. Her mother won and lost cases, while Nadya won and lost friends. She found more semi-permanent relationships (oh the joys of co-education!) but they were all dumped after a few months, with a little bit of crying and moping but no full-on hissy-fits. In fact, Nadya was usually the instigator of the break-up.
It was only when the 'new' swearwords came to her school, actually, that she really thought about why her friends were happier with their boyfriends than she'd been, but she pushed it to one side and continued laughing at 'gay' things like everyone else she knew. She grew. She learned. Sex education was hilarious, but she lost interest in the organs quickly. (There were only so many times you could laugh at the word 'vagina'.)
One year marked a real change in her lifestyle, though. During the school assembly, a small, glasses-wearing boy that she remembered from kindergarten accompanied a butch girl up to the podium. They carefully explained, dodging a paper missile half-way through, that they were setting up a Gay-Straight Alliance in the school hall. "Every Wednesday after last period. Be there or be square!" they chorused.
She didn't take notice of it at first. But as boys started to hold less attraction for her, and she started looking at girls a new way, things became a little harder to ignore. Her friends? Well, she could hardly tell them when she wasn't sure herself.
One Wednesday, Olivia and Rose had to cancel their plans with her due to homework and a hot guy, and Nadya was left at school, standing outside the hall, wondering if there was any nice way to do this.Her thoughts were occupied with her world, her problems, and SMILE seemed like some science-fiction writer's nightmare. 'It's the Gay-Straight Alliance. I can go and still be straight. No-one has to know.'
But she didn't do it that day. Or the next. In fact, it took until she met Mary Gunner after school and shared a mutually nerve-wracking kiss behind the school that she found the confidence in what she knew she was. And became proud of the fact.
One Wednesday after school saw her and Mary standing outside the hall doors. "Go on, Nadya. I'll be right behind you."
The teenager in question beat out a quick two-step on the pavement with her shoe. "Yeah."
Mary's arm slunk around Nadya's waist; she kissed her girlfriend's cheek and pretended to ignore Nadya's furtive glance around the school to see if anyone had noticed them.
"Look," Mary began-- but Nadya had made up her mind; she grabbed Mary's hand and pulled open the door, shut her eyes and stepped into the hall. She suddenly realised that someone had been speaking, and the hall was now silent. She risked a glance. Oh yeah. They were staring. And, as if her face had become independent of her mind, her eyebrow raised itself and her mouth said, "And what are you looking at?" Pause. "None of you have ever seen two girls holding hands before?"
There was a pause, but then the butch girl (whose name Nadya cannot remember to this day) offered them a dark smile and pointed them into some spare seats.
That GSA meeting was not the last, and Nadya has always kept going to any in any institution that she has been in. Life post-arrival naturally came with stigma: she had to tell Rose and Olivia. Olivia was a little shaken, and Rose was a little disgusted, though she tried to hide it. Her year wasn't particularly kind to her either: some stickers on her locker, tripping her and Mary in the corridor: typical stupidity. She doesn't talk about the one night when things got really ugly.
Her parents, of course, knew about their daughter's 'change in affairs' pretty much on the same day as the school knew. Nadya's father stood at the door when she came home. He was... disappointed? Embarrassed? Nadya knows now that her mother probably was too, but she seemed to accept this new state of affairs quickly. At the time, that acceptance of her for being her was all Nadya wanted. Now, she's learned that acceptance at face value is only that. Fake smiles do not convince. Her parents told her it was an 'accident', but the next year saw her baby brother Nicholas step into the world. An age difference of fifteen years was easy to get over, compared to the thought that the parents would go to any lengths to have grandchildren.
And as if babysitting her brother wasn't enough, as if homework didn't give her enough grief, the years came and went and she had to do it all with a smileplastered over her face. Girls and guys began taking 'extended sick leave', and the day before the school called their parents the house would be found empty, its inhabitants having fled long ago. The Gay-Straight Alliance became known as 'the Alliance', populated by the dregs of school society who felt like they didn't fit anywhere else. It was a place to rant, to rave, to cry and scream and feel like you fitted inside your own skin.
Drugs entered the scene, and alcohol, and Nadya... If she could look back without shaking, she would thank her lucky stars that none of them got her hooked. She could've been hooked on the feeling, save that her first trip concluded with her vomiting onto Mary's shoes. Hardly an experience she wanted to repeat.
At nineteen, the national news was filled with stories of SMILE, before they got better at cover-ups. Then the broadcasts went silent. Subversive off-shore forums were all you could depend on, at least for pictures that weren't filled with grinning teeth. It was certainly not an environment in which you want to toy with not fitting in. Outside of the house, it was smiles on-- in such a small town, the teachers could afford to be lax; they had wanted a normal childhood for the children under their care. Then new teachers came, only a few, but enough to set student theories echoing around the corridors. Changes came faster in the cities-- Nadya's little town had had time, but it was coming to an end. When the SMILE teachers and the SMILE shop owners came and the population began to fall, Nadya got her skates on and got the hell out of there.
No word to her parents. Just a note on the kitchen counter, phone number for her new roommate's flat, and the university address where she'd been accepted a few months earlier.
That was about twelve months ago (when you think about it, she upped sticks pretty quickly, but remember she'd been planning to go to university in the city for a year or more). Her art major comes first, but she's trying to continue her tattooing apprenticeship in the city. As to her girlfriend... nasty break-up a few years ago, enough said.
It took a lot of busking and even more job applications to finally get a job somewhere, but she's got one at last that appeals to her-- waitressing at the local Italian restaurant. In between her art major and trying to find somewhere that'll keep her in needles and ink, she's living the dream, baby.
JUST A HOMETOWNGIRL[/color]
BORN A ROLLING STONE[/center]
rp experience: Argh I don't even know any more XD Three years or so?
have you read the rules? I certainly hope so XD
where did you find us? Some weird combination of Riah's recommendation, an advertisement on Absolution (the brown and yeller one with a massive cat XD) and curiosity :D