Post by tsura on Jan 2, 2013 17:49:21 GMT -8
TSURA elizabeth MIRELA
{"angels have faith, I don't want to be a part of this sin"}
Full Name :: elizabeth miriam landum
Nicknames :: tsura mirela, madame tsura, seer tsura
Date of Birth :: 21 June
Physical Age :: twenty-two
Mental Age :: twenty-two
Species :: HUMAN
Ability’s :: n/a
Height :: 5'6"
Weight ::[/i] 125lbs
Hair ::[/i] dyed blonde; naturally black
Eyes ::[/i] grey with flecks of green
Play by ::[/i] sarah brightman
Likes :: {ten minimum}
• fine, belgium chocolates
• living in relative comfort
• archery
• playing her music and dancing
• novelty
• nighttime
• when her performances go off without a hitch
• dressing down "suits"
• lavish clothing
• plethora of genuine jewellery
Dislikes :: {ten minimum}
• when people challenge her
• financial crisis (but only when it's her own)
• when things get spoiled for her
• people going on public tirades about her being a fake (she is, but she hates people pointing that out)
• her "manager"
• strangers
• her family
• she's not a cat person
• the supernatural
• the fact that people actually believe in the supernatural
Strenghts :: {two minimum}
• she's an amazing liar & general actress
• she's a force to be reckoned with, and will not back down
Weaknesses :: {two minimum}
• incredibly selfish
• lets cynicism rule her entire life
Habits/Quirks :: {two minimum}
• she has a tendency to tap out rhymes on her leg and on the floorboards when she has to sit still
• can constantly be found playing with the various gold rings adorning her fingers
Fears :: {two minimum}
• that one day her performances will fail and she'll be publicly outed as a fake
• that she'll be trapped in her current occupation forever
Secrets :: {two minimum}
• she's a fake
• she doesn't ever want to be pitied
Personality ::
if one searched the entire world, it would be hard to come upon someone that fits the definition of cynical better than miss elizabeth landum--commonly known to the public as "Madame Tsura". in the firm belief that everyone in the world is just as self-motivated as she, tsura is prone to black moods that find her holing herself up in her little "caravan", sitting for hours in one of the old cushioned chairs with her knees up to her chest and her eyes staring blankly into the corner of the room. crass, in that she has absolutely no tact, tsura spends most of her time off the stage making sarcastic and crude observations of the world around her, often mocking those whose money she exploits for their perceived stupidity.
it is for that reason, and others, that tsura feels no sympathy for ruthlessly manipulating the grieving into handing their money to her, shrugging whenever confronted and saying, "whatever gives them comfort." vain in an attempt to cover the gaping hole of self-doubt she feels on a regular basis, she regularly dolls herself up with exotic makeup, clothes and jewellery, in an attempt to appear mysterious and otherwordly as opposed to dull and mundane like the rest of the world, for it is one of her biggest fears to be seen merely as "ordinary". as a result, she amps up her outer confidence whenever she appears in public, making sure her head is always held high and that she glides wherever she moves, striving for a grace beyond human capabilities.
she is also capable of displaying a remarkable temper, wherein she will slam everyone out and throw various objects around, usually in bouts of self-hate and un-admitted despair at her situation, which only increases her hatred for everyone else, as she blames them for where she has ended up in life at such a young age. the fact that she regrets past cowardly acts does nothing to absolve this.
inside, however, and despite all this, tsura is really nothing more than a frightened young woman with, in her opinion, nowhere to go, and she latches tight onto the friends that she managed to make, and can be an incredibly fierce ally when she finds someone worth protecting. in order to protect others, she will literally use anything at her disposal, and when that fails, she's physically try and defend them, tooth-and-nail, if she has to. she rarely finds anything to love, after all, and she wants to hold onto those things for as long as she can.
Mother ::[/i] Sophia Landum
Father ::[/i] Henry Landum
Siblings ::[/i] William Landum & Flora Landum
Other important people ::[/i] James Seely
History ::[/i]
tsura's history has never been a fairytale. born into a struggling lowerclass family, who were very devoted to the Christian god, she was the youngest of two other siblings, and was constantly forced to wear hand-me-downs from both her elder sister and brother, due to the fact that her parents couldn't afford anything else. she grew up resenting that, and further resenting her family's impoverished state, especially when she had to go to school in clothes that were obviously passed their best and didn't fit right. although she was never outright bullied, the occasional scathing comments and pitying looks were enough to spark feelings of indignation in her younger self, and she started responding to those by glaring right back and confronting those who dared pity her, developing a nasty streak a mile wide. she would often return home grouchy and sullen, throwing her fraying backpack into a corner and curling up on the couch with her older brother, knees to her chest as he gently talked her through re-runs of old television shows.
it was with her brother that tsura was closest, regarding him as her only friend, for her sister was often never around, the eldest landum child hating the very idea of being home longer than she needed to. so tsura grew up mostly with her brother, vying away from her father when he got into a rage and her mother when she got into her preaching moods. she'd often make the children sit down and recite passages of the Bible to her, which tsura would purposely mess up out of sheer spite.
her life continued this way until, when she was fourteen, her father and brother were both killed in a vehicular crash involving a semi on the highway just outside of their city. devastated, tsura locked herself in her room for three days, not leaving until she couldn't stand the lack of water. when she emerged downstairs, it was to find that her strict mother had invited her sleazy uncle to stay and watch over them. she was determined to hate her uncle at first, but it wouldn't last long.
"Uncle Jimmy", for that's what he told her to call him, soon proved to be tsura's new--and disastrous--companion. he taught her how to perfect a poker face, how to lie without giving one's self away, and, more importantly, how to lock all her insecurities away in a little box, hopefully to never be seen again. but slowly, surely, he also lead her away from the straight path her sister had taken--good Flora, who was trying to work her way through college and build herself a stable life. tsura became immersed in the dark side of her uncle's life--the gambling, the deceit, and finally, the nightlight.
seventeen when she got her first job as a waitress at her uncle's strip club, tsura found herself panicking at the turn her life had taken, and one day she just ran out with naught but the clothes on her back and a few key pieces of jewellery: her mum's golden cross necklace and her brother's silver wolf ring, which was so big it could only fit on her thumb. she stumbled through the dark streets, lost, until she came across a local carnival--and the boy who would further change her life.
james seely didn't come from a good lot in life, and tsura was quick to find that out. but she found companionship in the strange boy with the dark eyes and blonde hair, and he drew her into his family's life as travelling seer's: fortune tellers. but they didn't stop there: when the patrons were focused on the various distractions the seely family provided, the younger members of the family would up and loot whatever valuables they could from purses and pockets alike. tsura found herself sucked into their world until one day she walked back to the seely family tent to find the place surrounded by FBI agents and policemen. panicking, tsura fled, coming back to her uncle after two years of nothing.
but, to her surprise, her uncle had smirked upon seeing her.
"well, well, lilibet," he told her, taking a drag from his cigar. "looks like you've been busy."
after recounting the past near-two years of her life, tsura's uncle jimmy proposed a new plan of action: they'd set her up as a seer, a fortune teller, and she could make money off of that.
penniless and alone, tsura agreed, signing a contract bound in ink. she got a new name, elizabeth landum becoming tsura mirela, and through her uncle's contacts she started to rise in the fortune telling scene, eventually gaining a small cult following who held onto her every word, even among the advancements of the year they lived in. it was then, when she started making more money and wanted out, that she realised she was trapped.
she has remained that way ever since, growing more and more embittered over her situation, but always ready to slap on a serene face when she takes the underworld stage as Madame Tsura.
Your name ::[/i] Chey
Age ::[/i] --
Experience ::[/i] 5+ years
Have you read the rules ::[/i] oui
Role Play Sample ::[/i] --