Post by Rury on Jun 2, 2009 16:55:31 GMT
Unique indeed! Approved twice over, welcome, should you have any questions, please feel free to ask.
-JT
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Name: Zelda Agatha Wolff [Moritz]
Nationality: German
Character History:
- Zelda Agartha was born on the night of October twenty-sixth, 1918 to both Henri Moritz and Ursula Moritz. A few years later her parents ended up having two twin boys named Peter and Christopher. They were three years younger than Zelda. Her father worked in a toothpaste factory whilst her mother stayed as a house wife. It was just like any boring family in Munich, Germany, living in cold, harsh conditions. Zelda went to school at the age of six like the other girls at her age.
Many girls made fun of her because of her talents. She could dance and sing, not only that, but her drama teacher called her a 'drama-queen.' Well, she sort of was. She used to cry in the school bathrooms everytime they made fun of her and her teachers would call her a little sissy when she would tell on them. Her school was harsh and cold just like any other school in the whole of Germany.
At the age of thirteen, she had tried out for an audition that was to be performed in front of the general audience in Munich. Surprisingly, she was accepted into playing the role of the sister, and yet, it was sort of unsurprising. She was to learn her lines within a matter of days and she did. She learnt over fifty lines within two whole days and she ended up performing pretty well. At the very end of her performance a strange man walked up to her. He asked her if she wanted to begin her career in acting. Zelda was astonished enough to say the one word that would change her life forever. "Yes."
When she hit the age of fifteen, she began entering more auditions and began performing in a wide variety of plays and performances throughout Germany. She hadn't seen her family in two full years. At the age of seventeen, she was informed that she was to go to London to continue her acting career and she did just so. When she arrived in London she began shooting movies and other media blitzes. She had met a man in London too. His name was Otto. Otto Wolff. They were only friends. Only friends. He was much more older than her anyways and she wasn't quite interested. Soon, she heard that he had left for Germany. She grew quite depressed for a while but grew fond of it quickly.
She continued her years in university until she hit the age of twenty four. She traveled back to Germany where she had reunited with her family again. She was dazzling at the age of twenty four. The Nazis had taken over Germany and she was pretty shocked. At least she was christian. She had blonde hair and icy blue eyes that would take knick out of men. She loved herself a bit too much. Just like any famous star. She began performing in sitcoms and such.
One day, she had travelled to Berlin to continue her acting career. On the train she met Otto. She was practically speechless when she saw him. He had become a Gestapo. She didn't exactly care. The next moment she blinked, he had asked her hand in marriage and she had said one word that changed her life forever again. Yes. Although, it wasn't what she had expected. He was a horrid man. He cared about nothing. He was also very brutal and would slap her from time to time for doing nothing wrong. Although, she didn't let her troubles down. She continued her acting career and did not dare to retire from her rightful spot in acting. She was sort of known all over Germany, really.
Writing Sample:
Scenario: Its night time, and while walking home, you witness as brutal guerilla attack on the occupation forces main HQ in your town. As the occupation troops burst out to try and hunt down the attackers, you are caught up in the mess, and must flee. What does your character think, and how do they react?
The clicking and clacking of her high heels continued as she walked herself down the streets of Berlin. She was looking her best that night and was trying her best to keep a low profile on so that nobody could notice her. She was a star. She didn't want anybody to trample on her clean beauty. Especially those fussy beggars that roamed the streets of Berlin day and night. She was holding her white umbrella that night for it was raining. Droplets of rain fell hard onto the ground as she walked and stumbled on through the bad weather that evening expecting nothing to happen and everything to be quite peaceful.
She was wrong. The moment she pivoted herself into a dark and damp corner, she had been cornered by mongrels. She glanced around not knowing what to do. She knew who these digusting pigs were, they were the Guerrillas. What were they even doing in Berlin? They weren't supposed to be here. "Hey baby, why don't you give me some of that sugar of yours and we can bake a cake with it?" Her body stormed up. She hated when men talked to her that way. Anyways, she knew these men were nothing but low scums to her. "Hey, I've seen you on television. Aren't you that Wolff lady?"[/i] Spoke the second. All of a sudden, one of the men ripped out a wolf howl and attempted to touch her in her private part. She slapped his hand away. "Don't touch me scum!" She roared with the most upmost anger.
She knew English. She had learnt it during her years in England. It wasn't a very hard language to learn. She actually enjoyed speaking it. All of a sudden, one of them pushed her onto a wall, putting a knife towards her shivering neck. She was scared and helpless. She was also very innocent. Her lucious red lips trembled as she kept her eyes narrow on the man that put the knife towards her neck. She kicked him in his little private part and he stumbled back a few feet. She pushed herself off of the wall and walked over to him slapping his across the face. "How dare you treat a lady like me with such dreadful manners! May all of you burn in hell!" She punched one of them in the nose and slapped the other. "Go to hell, you scums!"
She silently stormed off with her pointy nose in the air running her icy fingers through her beautiful, dazzling blonde hair. She disliked the city. It had so many horrors that woman like her could not dare to even look at. She was an educated woman in her late twenties. She was beautiful and talented and she didn't need any scums touching her in all the wrong ways. She was happy and carefree at the moment and she wanted to remain that way until she got home. She silently stormed down the streets of Berlin waiting for a miracle to hit her and end her sickening journey through the horrid streets that were now owned by Nazism.
-JT
Account E-Mail: EDITED OUT!
Name: Zelda Agatha Wolff [Moritz]
Nationality: German
Character History:
- Zelda Agartha was born on the night of October twenty-sixth, 1918 to both Henri Moritz and Ursula Moritz. A few years later her parents ended up having two twin boys named Peter and Christopher. They were three years younger than Zelda. Her father worked in a toothpaste factory whilst her mother stayed as a house wife. It was just like any boring family in Munich, Germany, living in cold, harsh conditions. Zelda went to school at the age of six like the other girls at her age.
Many girls made fun of her because of her talents. She could dance and sing, not only that, but her drama teacher called her a 'drama-queen.' Well, she sort of was. She used to cry in the school bathrooms everytime they made fun of her and her teachers would call her a little sissy when she would tell on them. Her school was harsh and cold just like any other school in the whole of Germany.
At the age of thirteen, she had tried out for an audition that was to be performed in front of the general audience in Munich. Surprisingly, she was accepted into playing the role of the sister, and yet, it was sort of unsurprising. She was to learn her lines within a matter of days and she did. She learnt over fifty lines within two whole days and she ended up performing pretty well. At the very end of her performance a strange man walked up to her. He asked her if she wanted to begin her career in acting. Zelda was astonished enough to say the one word that would change her life forever. "Yes."
When she hit the age of fifteen, she began entering more auditions and began performing in a wide variety of plays and performances throughout Germany. She hadn't seen her family in two full years. At the age of seventeen, she was informed that she was to go to London to continue her acting career and she did just so. When she arrived in London she began shooting movies and other media blitzes. She had met a man in London too. His name was Otto. Otto Wolff. They were only friends. Only friends. He was much more older than her anyways and she wasn't quite interested. Soon, she heard that he had left for Germany. She grew quite depressed for a while but grew fond of it quickly.
She continued her years in university until she hit the age of twenty four. She traveled back to Germany where she had reunited with her family again. She was dazzling at the age of twenty four. The Nazis had taken over Germany and she was pretty shocked. At least she was christian. She had blonde hair and icy blue eyes that would take knick out of men. She loved herself a bit too much. Just like any famous star. She began performing in sitcoms and such.
One day, she had travelled to Berlin to continue her acting career. On the train she met Otto. She was practically speechless when she saw him. He had become a Gestapo. She didn't exactly care. The next moment she blinked, he had asked her hand in marriage and she had said one word that changed her life forever again. Yes. Although, it wasn't what she had expected. He was a horrid man. He cared about nothing. He was also very brutal and would slap her from time to time for doing nothing wrong. Although, she didn't let her troubles down. She continued her acting career and did not dare to retire from her rightful spot in acting. She was sort of known all over Germany, really.
Writing Sample:
Scenario: Its night time, and while walking home, you witness as brutal guerilla attack on the occupation forces main HQ in your town. As the occupation troops burst out to try and hunt down the attackers, you are caught up in the mess, and must flee. What does your character think, and how do they react?
The clicking and clacking of her high heels continued as she walked herself down the streets of Berlin. She was looking her best that night and was trying her best to keep a low profile on so that nobody could notice her. She was a star. She didn't want anybody to trample on her clean beauty. Especially those fussy beggars that roamed the streets of Berlin day and night. She was holding her white umbrella that night for it was raining. Droplets of rain fell hard onto the ground as she walked and stumbled on through the bad weather that evening expecting nothing to happen and everything to be quite peaceful.
She was wrong. The moment she pivoted herself into a dark and damp corner, she had been cornered by mongrels. She glanced around not knowing what to do. She knew who these digusting pigs were, they were the Guerrillas. What were they even doing in Berlin? They weren't supposed to be here. "Hey baby, why don't you give me some of that sugar of yours and we can bake a cake with it?" Her body stormed up. She hated when men talked to her that way. Anyways, she knew these men were nothing but low scums to her. "Hey, I've seen you on television. Aren't you that Wolff lady?"[/i] Spoke the second. All of a sudden, one of the men ripped out a wolf howl and attempted to touch her in her private part. She slapped his hand away. "Don't touch me scum!" She roared with the most upmost anger.
She knew English. She had learnt it during her years in England. It wasn't a very hard language to learn. She actually enjoyed speaking it. All of a sudden, one of them pushed her onto a wall, putting a knife towards her shivering neck. She was scared and helpless. She was also very innocent. Her lucious red lips trembled as she kept her eyes narrow on the man that put the knife towards her neck. She kicked him in his little private part and he stumbled back a few feet. She pushed herself off of the wall and walked over to him slapping his across the face. "How dare you treat a lady like me with such dreadful manners! May all of you burn in hell!" She punched one of them in the nose and slapped the other. "Go to hell, you scums!"
She silently stormed off with her pointy nose in the air running her icy fingers through her beautiful, dazzling blonde hair. She disliked the city. It had so many horrors that woman like her could not dare to even look at. She was an educated woman in her late twenties. She was beautiful and talented and she didn't need any scums touching her in all the wrong ways. She was happy and carefree at the moment and she wanted to remain that way until she got home. She silently stormed down the streets of Berlin waiting for a miracle to hit her and end her sickening journey through the horrid streets that were now owned by Nazism.