Post by Anica Popescu on Mar 28, 2010 0:40:36 GMT -5
Canon/OC Character Application
Character name: Anica Popescu (Romania)
Age: 22-23
Gender: Female
Height: 5'7
Weight: 140
Appearance: (I can't write a detailed character description to save my life, I tried. otl.)
Personality: Aloof and critical of others, Anica gives off a slight 'holier than thou' attitude and can easily grate on the nerves of people around her. She has a sharp tongue and isn't afraid to say what she thinks of other people, or be extremely blunt, even to the people she knows could easily beat her in a fight. Anica also has a streak of being argumentative, and getting in fights with other people, be it in bars or with any sort of law upholder (she doesn't hold the law, or the people who protect the law in a very high regard, often calling them 'mindless', 'morons' or 'empty shells with no free will'). She is also bad with money, always seeming to be low when she needs money the most. This might be because of her love for gambling, although she'd never admit to this.
To those who can get past her flaws and actually stand her, Anica is a surprisingly considerate person, although she has a very odd way of showing people that she cares about them: by teasing them. Albeit in a joking, much less harsh way then how she would usually. And although subtle, she will act differently when she feels comfortable with a person, even more so when she feels that a person is her friend. For people who earn her trust, she is surprisingly in tune with him or her, and won't hesitate to joke around, even sometimes be sympathetic. Anica will defend people who she feels close to without rhyme or reason and doesn't ask for anything in return, while she normally would for anyone else. If asked for a reason for helping, Anica will usually come up with some sort of excuse, saying that defending that person will help her out in the long run. Or quip about how that person needed her protection; that it wasn't a matter of whether she liked them or not.
She opens up even more once you get some alcohol in her (she gets drunk very easily). Bordering on being high on giddiness, giggling, or laughing at absolutely nothing, Anica is also bi-polar when intoxicated, easily going from being someone's best friend to slugging them in the face. She also isn't a morning person by any means, and it is usually a very bad idea to wake her up very early in the morning or the morning after she had been drinking.
The thing about the way Anica acts is actually quite simple; she acts the way she does because she still has bitter feelings about being thrown out of her own home. While on reflection she does feel that she might have had it coming, she still feels flat out betrayed. She is much more aware of the circumstances that lead to her becoming an adventurer than she lets on, and the sad part is that if had been aloud to stay at he home, she would have had a much softer, less critical personality from her mother's influence. Because of her abandonment (or what she feels is abandonment), she wants to make sure that a group of people won't throw her out all of a sudden. Even though the way she acts would more often then not want people to get her out of their hair.
Class: Gambler or Adventurer
Likes:
Mythology (Romanian and Greek mostly)
Vampire Lore
Gothic architecture
Games of chance
Winning
Being with others
Dislikes:
Losing
Being talked down to
Law enforcers
Being broke
Being left behind
Strengths:
Luck- She is, for the most part, actually pretty lucky.
Self-efficient
Confident
Fairly good with her weapon of choice
Dependable
Weaknesses:
Keeping her money at a consistent balance is something she has some trouble with.
Bad mouths people a lot
Unable to accept help up front
Gets into fights easily
Not easy to get along with
A total light weight when it comes to alcohol
History: The only child of an upper-middle class Romanian family, Anica spent a good portion of her life well off and comfortable. However, once she was old enough, she began throwing her parent's money around rather carelessly, often flaunting it and acting as if it gave her a position of authority. Her parents eventually cut her off and threw her out of her own home, telling the then 18-year-old Anica that she should learn responsibility, and that she wouldn't be allowed to come home until she did. This decision was made mostly by her pure-blooded Romanian father, while her Roma (gypsy) mother was very much against the idea of casting their daughter out. Her mother, however, eventually gave in, and allowed Anica to be thrown out, but not without providing her with necessities to survive. A traveling bag, a rapier, a small satchel of money, some food, and a crocheted blanket she had made herself.
For a while after that, Anica wondered from place to place, and at some point picked up the very basics of sword fighting from watching other adventurers and warriors she saw on her travels. Since she could save her money to afford any sort of direct training, her sword fighting style is self taught, and therefore, flawed and remains so. As the years passed Anica became a little more frugal with her money, she would save up what she needed for buying food and clothing and the like, and then try to not spend the rest recklessly. At the moment, Anica is a traveler who will take any job, so long as the pay is right. She'll even take jobs that aren't exactly legal, just to spite the law upholders. At the moment Anica probably can go back home and be accepted, but she chooses not to. She has since grown much too used to the lifestyle she's been living for the past 4 to 5 years.
Sample Post: Anica groaned and rolled her shoulders, earning an audible 'crack'. Her back was killing her, as to be expected when one decided that a cold, hard stone ground is a good place to sleep. The dark haired woman frowned as she recalled her reason for sleeping in some dirty, dusty alleyway in the newest town she had wondered into; she didn't have enough money for the inn. One hand rose to rub the back of her neck, her frown deepened when she felt how hard and tense her muscles felt underneath her fingers.
Stupid expensive inn. Anica thought irritably. The back and neck pain she was feeling just made her want a soft, warm bed all the more, but since judging by the position of the sun, it was close to the afternoon, that didn't seem to be an option. To put it shortly; she was stuck in this town until she could find another job. Of course an alternative was stealing, but the Romanian wasn't exactly known for being subtle; she would get caught in a heart beat. And then there would be dealing with the law... ugh.
Just to humor herself, she pulled her travel bag into her lap and rummaged around in one of the front pockets, carelessly tossing out anything she didn't need anymore. Finally she found her money satchel and bringing it to her ear, shook it, earning the small jingle of metal on metal in return.
"Oh goody, I can buy a whole half a loaf of bread with this!" Anica said to herself sarcastically, and just because that morning she seemed to want to wave the lack of money in her own face, she opened the satchel and peeked inside, genuinely surprised when she saw the faint signs of crumpled up old bills that had been pressed against the bottom. "Make that an entire loaf…" the raven haired woman said, smiling faintly. Closing the satchel and retying the leather cord that held it, she put it back in her bag, picked up and dusted off her beret, and standing up and slung the bag over her shoulder instantly regretting it with a hiss of pain and a mumbled curse as the added weight hit her stiff, sore muscles, sending shock waves of pain up and down her spine.
Anica adjusted the rapier at her hip and stepped out of the alley way, taking of her beret and putting it in between her teeth, raking her free rand through her recently cropped locks of black hair, getting cut short had been a good idea. She already received questioning glances from the hand full of people who actually saw the woman taking shelter in an alley way, she didn't need any more when her hair was a long, tangled mess. (Granted, she still received odd looks from the people who got a look at her eyes. Red wasn't exactly an eye color you saw everyday.) The Romanian, giving up on her hair let her hand drop limply at her side, she had more thing to worry about then how her hair looked. She stopped for a moment to place her beret on her head, adjusting it so it would rest comfortably. Before once again rejoining the moving current of townsfolk, the first thing on her mind buying that loaf of bread, then finding some sort of work.
(Britannia Beam!)