Post by trinita on May 3, 2010 22:31:15 GMT -5
TRINITAdiviniaPACE
Ciao Bella! Benvenuto a Venezia!
Ciao Bella! Benvenuto a Venezia!
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choose your alter ego
choose your alter ego
CHARACTERS FULL NAME Trinita Divinia Pace
AGE 28
HOME TOWN Venice
OCCUPATION Fashion Designer
SEXUAL PREFERENCE asexual
PERSONALITY Very dedicated. Artistic. Reserved. Detail oriented. She's got OCD up the wazoo. She never leaves the house without locking, unlocking and locking again the ten locks on her door. She never cooks because she's afraid she'll forget to turn off the oven. She has EVERYTHING in her penthouse in specific order and NOTHING gets out of place. She has to be like this. It's one of the ways she keeps Divinia at bay. She's a perfectionist, but not because she has to be perfect, because she has to keep tight control over everything she does so Divinia doesn't come out to play.
CHARACTERS FULL NAME Divinia (divine)
AGE 24
HOME TOWN Rome
OCCUPATION Stripper/Prostitute
SEXUAL PREFERENCE bisexual
PERSONALITY Divinia is a whore. She's a bitch. And she doesn't give a damn about anyone but herself. She does anything she can to flaunt her body off. She's an amateur stripper and she belongs to a prostitution organization, working for a madame where she nets in 75% of the income of the night, giving 25% back to the organization. It's ran like a mob, but Divinia doesn't care. Anything to show off her body.
CHARACTERS FULL NAME Pace (peace)
AGE 13
HOME TOWN Venice
OCCUPATION none
SEXUAL PREFERENCE n/a
PERSONALITY Without Trinita being in control, Pace does nothing but lay around, crying and depressed all the time. She doesn't take care of herself. She doesn't eat. She doesn't shower. She doesn't even care that she's alive. She wishes she was dead, not wanting to deal with the fact that her "father" raped her. She blocks everything that she's been through out except for losing her family. She cries for many reasons, but that's what she thinks its all about. She won't accept she was raped. When Trinita is in control, she's like her daughter and she's happy and they talk quite often.
PORTRAYED BY Rebecca Budig
FAMILY TIES Parents died in a home fire when she was 6
LOVE ME none
FRIEND ME Trinita and Pace are friends (Pace and Divinia don't know each other)
HATE ME Divinia
SKIN MARKINGS Has a tattoo that Divinia had tattooed on her ass of an upside down cross. Two solitary earrings in each ear.
CHARACTER HISTORY I haven’t always been messed up. Before my parents died, I had a normal childhood. I was loved and cared for by my parents, even though we had no other family in Italy. Daddy’s job had brought him here when mama was pregnant with me. My mother’s parents both died long before I was born and my father’s parents died when I was a baby.
My parents died in a house fire when I was over at my friend’s house. I always had survivor’s guilt. I was bounced around to foster home after foster home, never really finding a permanent place in my life. It was when I was 13 I was raped by the man who was supposed to be my new “father.” This was when Pace was born. I call her Pace, not only because that is my last name, but because she was the one who helped me find peace after this incident. I call her my baby because she needs love the most.
When I was 24, I fell in with the wrong group of people at the design school I was attending and was raped again for the second time, by the first guy I ever thought I could give my heart over to. Pace couldn’t help me get over this one. This was when Davinia was born. I didn’t find solace with this encounter. Instead, Davinia went off the deep end and I had no choice left but to follow her.
It was a long, hard and destructive path, but soon I was able to regain control and I have had it for the most part. There’s only certain times, certain triggers that bring either Davinia or Pace out. For the most part, as long as I continue to see my psychologist and do the exercises she’s recommended, I can live my life peacefully with just myself in my head.
behind the mask
tell us about you
tell us about you
YOUR NAME Catie
YOUR AGE 26
YOUR ROLE PLAY EXPERIENCE a long time
YOUR OTHER CHARACTER(S) HERE figure it out
show me what you got
better make it good
better make it good
SAMPLE POST I fastened the strap on my left shoe before smoothing down my skirt, standing from the bed to look at myself in the mirror. I was a picture of perfection. It’s how I had to be. I could never have a hair out of place on my head, I could never have my make up the slightest bit smudged. I swear, sometimes I thought I was worse than a model, but it had nothing to do with having to be perfect for me. It was the exact opposite. I couldn’t be anything but because I wouldn’t let myself be imperfect. I had to keep as calm and centered as possible. If I didn’t, then Divinia would visit more often than I wanted her to, and she doesn’t take care of anything in her time here, so I couldn’t afford for her to visit.[/b] I told myself and smiled as I softly heard Pace agree with me. I didn’t mind her being around for the most part. When she wasn’t in control, that is. I really didn’t like picking up the pieces of her life once she left. I loved her though. She was my baby and I’d never let anything happen to her. She had to deal with things the way she did, and if she didn’t, I never would have been able to overcome things the way I have. She was my inner peace and she always would be. “Ready to go?”[/b] I asked. I heard a slight giggle as she replied, “As always when you are, Trin!” I laughed slightly, picking my clutch up off of the curio, smiling at myself and Pace before turning and walking out of the room.
“Perfect,”
I set the alarm beside the front door and stepped outside my penthouse, pulling the door shut and taking out my key to lock all of the locks. I locked them twice, locking and unlocking and locking once more, just to make sure it was locked. Sure, it was an obsessive compulsive habit, but at least I knew they were locked. There were ten of them, so locking and unlocking them each time was as if I had thirty on my door, but it was a part of my daily routine and I stayed on it no matter what. I had to keep things in order, if I didn’t, Divinia would find herself more than welcomed to just waltz right in, which wasn’t the truth. I hated when she visited most of all. I didn’t know what I’d pick up when she was around.
I walked down the footpath toward the café for breakfast. I had been up all night with Alfonse on a new project he wanted just me to work on. I know he loved my work, but this would be the first time I’d worked on a project with an agency with just my work. I knew my work was good enough, and I felt no false modesty. I was proud of my work and it showed in everything I made. I was seated immediately upon arriving at the café and seated at my usual table. I sat down, smiling at Gilliana, the waitress, who said she’d have my breakfast for me soon. I nodded as she set down my usual cup of mocha in front of me and she walked away. I crossed one leg over the other, the rhinestone at the toe of my silver strappy stilettos glistening in the son as I let my foot bounce softly.
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