Post by Anasi Visatta on Jun 24, 2009 20:53:44 GMT
the roleplayer
NAME: Swiss
GENDER: female
AGE: 20
ROLEPLAY EXPERIENCE: 7 years
OTHER CHARACTERS: N/A
HOW YOU FOUND US: RPG Directory
Anasi Ilita Visatta
All but victorious in the way she wants to be...
...She dreams of living her siblings lives to a tee
NAME: Swiss
GENDER: female
AGE: 20
ROLEPLAY EXPERIENCE: 7 years
OTHER CHARACTERS: N/A
HOW YOU FOUND US: RPG Directory
Anasi Ilita Visatta
All but victorious in the way she wants to be...
...She dreams of living her siblings lives to a tee
character basics
NICKNAMES: Nasi, Spider, Spidey
AGE: 18
GROUP: Student
YEAR: year 13
BIRTHDAY: August 26
GENDER: female
PLAY-BY: Rosario Dawsonappearance
Anasi is of Greek and Indian (India) heritage and it shows with her long wavy hair and large expressive eyes. Her skin is a light golden brown naturally and she has dark gray eyes. Though to her, how pretty she is matters only because she wants the attention of others. She tends to wear wild things that don't quite go with her personality, but make her feel good. She dyes her beautiful dark hair a dark violet color. She wears conservative but colorful outfits that catch the eyes. Sometimes she wears her glasses instead of her contacts—a thick black pair of frames that others think “hide her face.”
Anasi is pretty tall at about 5'11” with a slender yet voluptuous middle. With her parents being on the extremely conservative side, even though she is 18, she tends to avoid form fitting clothes and makes sure to cover all the right spots. She can usually be seen wearing jeans and one of her many colorful jackets and shirts with black converse to top it off. She only dresses up if the situation calls for it. A casual bug you might say.personality
Likes//
-colors
-clay
-art
-dreams
-thunder storms
-the outdoors
-lightning
-ice cream
-museums
-animals
-baths
-her grandmother
-soft things
-being warm
-stuffed animals
-marzipan
-making things with her hands
Hates//
-cliques
-high heeled shoes
-cigarette smoke
-sports
-politics
-business portion of the newspaper
-fresh cut grass
-high pitched noises
-crooked things
-money
-chocolate
-cars
-being forgotten
-not being good enough
-her skills as an artist
-runny eggs
-burnt toast
-the color white(too plain)
Fears//
-that her parents will never truly be proud of her
-that she messes up too much to be successful
-Falling off a tall tall building
Anasi is very...awkward. On the outside, she tries really hard to be brave and to do things of her own accord. Completely what she finishes and going the extra mile when she can...but no matter what she does, it feels like she is living in her siblings shadow. She didn't take interest in anything that her parents thought could be profitable. She fell in love with art and baking. They didn't see her going anywhere with that. On the inside...she is her own enemy. When things don't get done right, she is an extreme critic of herself. She worries about what people think and hates to turn people down or disappoint. She is a people pleaser...but can't please her own hopes and dreams.
When around other people, she is a very sweet person. She doesn't care to talk too much because when she does, she ends up blurting something out or just sounding silly. To many of the people who know her, they believe she is a ditz. The sad thing is she is usually concise and a very eloquent speaker....until she gets nervous. Though...the face that talking to people makes her very anxious...she stumbles over her own tongue. Expression just comes easier to her through her artwork. Who needs to talk anyways? The more she talks the more she hates herself...and all the lies she has to tell to get through the day. If her grandmother knew...oh dear...
Anger isn't something that she sees that often. Anasi finds herself more sad than angry when things come up. Though...when anger does come...its quite silly. She gets a crazy case of hiccups that won't go away till she calm enough to speak. Anasi also does a lot of things that she doesn't like...just to keep people interested. If her group of friends go to smoke, she refuses to be left out and she'll go with them...even if she doesn't agree with what they are doing. However...when she is fed up with being someone she knows she's not...she goes off to do something she actually likes doing...alone if she has to.family & history
FATHER: Micheal Visatta, 50 Lawyer
MOTHER: Namine Visatta, 46 Accountant
SIBLINGS: Micheal Visatta Jr 24; Professional Soccer Player
Nida Cire, 25 Married; prominent Lawyer
OTHER FAMILY: Grandmother: Ginalia Sonet 65 baker
HISTORY:
The youngest of the Visatta family was born on August 26th in a two story home in an upscale neighborhood. She was the third of talented Visatta children as well as the last. She was always the one left in the dust. There was such a large gap between her and her siblings that it seemed to her that the family was already “settled.” There never really seemed to be time for her.
Every once and a while, she would get the spotlight:
Like when she was four and had a tap dancing recital. It went horribly after she fell and started crying.
Or when she was in band and had a solo for her flute...and the and her reed broke from her biting down too hard.
Or the time when she was pole vaulting for track and got stuck at the top of the pole.
And she will never forget the time when she was on the Debate Team and mispronounced everything...
Even though she was terrible at all those other things. She had found her niche long before high school. She loved painting and making pottery. She was an ace at shop class. Though as her mother so kindly reminded her: “Making me a new dining room table and adding a picture to the hallway aren't going to make you that successful. Why won't you be a doctor sweety? Or a Lawyer like your sister?” Eventually she entered high school and had all the awkwardness of puberty and really being into boys. Anasi found that she was ignored more and more.
Her sister became a very successful lawyer and her brother made the heights with sports. Both of those areas she was terrible at. She even found that with the more attention her parents saw on her siblings the more she got away with. She died her hair purple, spent all hours of the night working on her artwork and pottery and was able to do pretty much else that she wanted. No attention when she was good. No attention when she was bad. None of it seemed to matter.
She began to despise any time she had to go home to visit her parents. She would much rather stay at school. The only reason she even went to go see then is she wanted to see her grandmother. Of all the years of not getting attention from her parents, her grandmother was very proud of her. Her grandmother is who taught her how to bake and helped her hone her skills. She believed in her...she thought she was special. The people at school were sometimes amazed by her work...but her parents didn't care...and sometimes...she felt like that was the opinion that mattered the most.
The school of dreams was amazing for her, parents aside. It seemed that the people there had their worries and their weaknesses as well. At the very least at school she didn't feel like she was being completely and utterly ignored.dream form
In dream form, Anasi appears as a beautiful Greek statue with wings. Her body is made of white polished marble that is cold to the touch and her eyes are made of diamonds. She wears a silk, royal blue dress that cascades and flows about as she walks, similar to ones that are seen on stone figures of that time. She can move about normally and even fly when her marble wings will her to.
The statue form she takes is that of Nike, the Goddess of Victory. The goddess's statue is normally seen with an olive wreath, but Anasi has none. She takes this form as it is form of what she wishes to be. Victorious, like her siblings. Though it also symbolizes what she thinks she may loose in the process of being coming that way—her warmth of heart and emotion. This leaves her touch cold, her face void of emotion and her voice dispelled. Only through her eyes can she express herself. Anasi eyes change from dull pieces of coal to the finest diamond in coordination with her emotions.
She is usually seen looking for the olive wreath that she believes represents her conquer of the dream form and tries to be brave and do her best. However...the moment doubt or fear are found within her heart...the statue will crack and crumble, leaving her a headless, armless torso that is useful to no one over the duration of the dream. She has a strong desire to be needed and idolized by the people around her, but lets doubt hinder her in both the real world and the dream world.
