Post by Amy Bolshakov on Jul 29, 2012 14:29:59 GMT -5
Name: Amy Bolshakov
School Attending: Miator
Age/ Year in School: 16/Sixth Year
~ Appearance ~
Amy has fair, white skin and bright, strawberry-red eyes.
She has long, wavy, white hair that ends right above her hips. Her bangs neatly lie over her eyes and unlike the rest of her hair, it's straight. Some may think that she is an albino, but she is not. She also has a very feminine appearance, making her seem kind, graceful, and gentle.
Hair Color:
Snow white
Hairstyle:
Long, hip-length, wavy hair. Straight, uneven bangs that hovers right above her eyes.
Eye Color:
Strawberry red
Height:
5'6"
What kind of clothes does you character wear when she's not in uniform?
Amy's style is very refined and elegant, her wardrobe mainly consisting of light dresses and skirts. However there are some fashionable pants and tops in there. Since she's quite materialistic, her outfits are all name brand and designer.
What activities is you character involved in?
Japanse Tea Ceremony: No
Flower Arrangement: No
Ballroom Dancing: No
Needlepoint: No
Foreign Language: No
Band: No, however she does play an instrument.
What instrument(s) does she play?: Piano and Guitar
Other?- No
Please explain your character's personality in 200 words or more:
A natural born, two-faced dictator. At first impression Amy is seems like a caring, kind, mother type figure with a bit of a perfectionist attitude. In reality, Amy can be manipulative, intimidating, and mean all in a lady-like fashion. She has a big ego, a lot of pride towards herself, and does not get take insults to heart. At times, she could be the kind, caring, person she first introduces herself as, but she can turn into a real bitch in a snap. She believes that if you want something to be done right, you have to do it yourself therefore, she rarely asks for help. And whenever someone does offer aid, she doesn't hesitate to turn them down, bluntly telling them that they will create a mess out of the task. It is rare for her to show sympathy towards others for all she really does care about is what benefits her, thus making her seem cold-hearted....which she is.
Her weakness would be her OCD, causing her to spend extra time making everything perfect. Her pet peeve would be lazy people / people who don't give their all.
What does you character think of the Etoile position as a whole?
Amy finds the events intriguing, fun, and worth getting excited over. She believes that if one can achieve the title, she can easily manipulate her hoarde of followers.
Does your character want to be an Etoile someday?
No.
What does your character think of Sado Kagami and Kitsuki Sha, the current etoiles?
Amy sees them both as strong characters, but dislikes their couple. She can tell that there is no true love between them, and interprets their relationship as a something more sisterly. Amy dislikes them both but despises Kitsuki even more for her weak personality.
What does your character think of the other schools?
Amy has a dislike towards Lulim. She finds their laid back attitude and collection of clubs lazy and childish. She believes that they should focus more of their attention towards academics and work harder to be as good as Miator.
Besides her peculiar dislike with Lulim, she has no problem with the other school or her own.
~History~
History before Astraea Hill:
Born in a prestigious Russian family, Amy lived a very affluent life. Her father was a well known actor and her mother was a college professor in America. She grew up in New York City, enjoying the life of the bustling city that never sleeps.
Amy had grown a deep interest in music and because of her perfectionist attitude, she practiced hard until she mastered the piano, the guitar, and singing. Her hard work and dedication paid off because by the time she was in 3rd grade, she had been accepted into a prestigious musical academy. She attended the school for six years, quickly growing out of their studies. By the time she was about tostart high school, she had dropped out of the academy, bored of their textbook ways. In the 10th grade, she decided to attend a private school, only for a year, however.
Bored of the schools in America, Amy decided to look elsewhere until she had found St. Miator Girls' Academy. Her fluent Japanese is spot on, this being the third language she has mastered; Russian being her first and English being the second.
History at Astraea Hill:
First Year:
not attended
Second Year:
not attended
Third Year:
not attended
Fourth Year:
not attended
Fifth Year:
blank
Sixth Year:
blank
Sample Post:
The Russian looked out of her window in boredom, staring at the reflection the glass presented. She had a beautiful, feminine face and long, curly white hair. Her skin was fair and her eyes shone a bright red color. The girl, Amy Bolshakov, wore a simple, laced white dress accented with white, laced up sandals. She began to hum a tune that had been stuck in her head for a few days now, it was Japanese song. She had been listening to them all day, mentally translating each verse and creating both a Russian and English translyrical version of each song. Her red eyes shone with inspiration and her glossy, pink lips had formed a small oval. The snow haired female sat up straight, walled over to her ebony black piano, and began to play a song. Her piano playing was perfect in every sense, each note packed with emotion. Her voice became audible as she began to sing, soft hums became beautiful sounding "Aaah"s and "Ooh"s. Her voiced accorded to the piano's keys, seeming as if it was a song sung by an angel.
Inside my head, I can hear your voice.
Even now, it shakes my heart.
Inside my memories, you were always, smiling gently.
On that day, on the way back home, the two of us, were holding hands while laughing.
Always, always, a day like that, I was even thinking it would continue.
The last words that you said to me, "Up until now, thank you",
Always, resound in me...
Then suddenly, a knock interrupted the girl. "Hm?" Amy thought as she turned towards the intruder, a hint of annoyance in her expression. A handsome man, in his early 40s, entered the room with a pleasant smile on his face. He had light blonde hair, almost white like Amy's, and deep blue eyes.
"Izvinite," the man said. "Did I interrupt you?"
"Privet, father." Amy stood up and walked towards her dad. "And no, you did not. I was only playing to get the song out of my head." She smiled at her father, "Is there a reason for your to be here?" Her tone was sweet, yet her words seemed a bit harsh. Her father was used to it and paid no mind to her choice of words.
"The jet is ready. Have you finished packing for your new school?" Amy's father asked.
The girl nodded and pointed towards a few suitcases. "I will probably purchase more stuff once I get there." The girl spoke as she walked over towards the door. She suddenly stopped and turned to her father. "Can you tell the butler to gather my items? Thanks." She continued out of her small, yet modern condominium and into the hallway. There was one other room in this hall, which belonged to her parents, and an elevator at the end of the hall. Amy pressed the down on the elevator and it's silver colored doors automatically opened.
The elevator was big and roomy. It had a large mirror on the left wall, and a small television that displayed advertisements of local high class avenues. A classic orchestral tune quietly played in. "Astraea Hill, hm?" Amy thought to herself. She imagined life on the all girls campus, seeing herself as the top of the school - the queen bee. "The top of the school..." Her glossy pink lips slowly curled into a smirk, "Now that would be a lovely status. And as a fifth year, I would already have authority over most of the students." A soft giggle escaped the girl's lips, her idea was perfect. Why only be an ordinary student when she could be the best student, the best student of the entire campus?
"I will become the best student." The white haired girl said to herself, her red eyes shining with ill intentions. The silver doors of the elevator opened, leading the girl into the lobby room. Amy stepped out of the shaft, the heels of her white sandals clicked on the white tiled floors. She exited the building, more than ready to leave her home behind, and entered her family's black limousine that had been waiting for her. "Prepare yourself, Astraea." The Russian smirked and the car drove off.
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School Attending: Miator
Age/ Year in School: 16/Sixth Year
~ Appearance ~
Amy has fair, white skin and bright, strawberry-red eyes.
She has long, wavy, white hair that ends right above her hips. Her bangs neatly lie over her eyes and unlike the rest of her hair, it's straight. Some may think that she is an albino, but she is not. She also has a very feminine appearance, making her seem kind, graceful, and gentle.
Hair Color:
Snow white
Hairstyle:
Long, hip-length, wavy hair. Straight, uneven bangs that hovers right above her eyes.
Eye Color:
Strawberry red
Height:
5'6"
What kind of clothes does you character wear when she's not in uniform?
Amy's style is very refined and elegant, her wardrobe mainly consisting of light dresses and skirts. However there are some fashionable pants and tops in there. Since she's quite materialistic, her outfits are all name brand and designer.
What activities is you character involved in?
Japanse Tea Ceremony: No
Flower Arrangement: No
Ballroom Dancing: No
Needlepoint: No
Foreign Language: No
Band: No, however she does play an instrument.
What instrument(s) does she play?: Piano and Guitar
Other?- No
Please explain your character's personality in 200 words or more:
A natural born, two-faced dictator. At first impression Amy is seems like a caring, kind, mother type figure with a bit of a perfectionist attitude. In reality, Amy can be manipulative, intimidating, and mean all in a lady-like fashion. She has a big ego, a lot of pride towards herself, and does not get take insults to heart. At times, she could be the kind, caring, person she first introduces herself as, but she can turn into a real bitch in a snap. She believes that if you want something to be done right, you have to do it yourself therefore, she rarely asks for help. And whenever someone does offer aid, she doesn't hesitate to turn them down, bluntly telling them that they will create a mess out of the task. It is rare for her to show sympathy towards others for all she really does care about is what benefits her, thus making her seem cold-hearted....which she is.
Her weakness would be her OCD, causing her to spend extra time making everything perfect. Her pet peeve would be lazy people / people who don't give their all.
What does you character think of the Etoile position as a whole?
Amy finds the events intriguing, fun, and worth getting excited over. She believes that if one can achieve the title, she can easily manipulate her hoarde of followers.
Does your character want to be an Etoile someday?
No.
What does your character think of Sado Kagami and Kitsuki Sha, the current etoiles?
Amy sees them both as strong characters, but dislikes their couple. She can tell that there is no true love between them, and interprets their relationship as a something more sisterly. Amy dislikes them both but despises Kitsuki even more for her weak personality.
What does your character think of the other schools?
Amy has a dislike towards Lulim. She finds their laid back attitude and collection of clubs lazy and childish. She believes that they should focus more of their attention towards academics and work harder to be as good as Miator.
Besides her peculiar dislike with Lulim, she has no problem with the other school or her own.
~History~
History before Astraea Hill:
Born in a prestigious Russian family, Amy lived a very affluent life. Her father was a well known actor and her mother was a college professor in America. She grew up in New York City, enjoying the life of the bustling city that never sleeps.
Amy had grown a deep interest in music and because of her perfectionist attitude, she practiced hard until she mastered the piano, the guitar, and singing. Her hard work and dedication paid off because by the time she was in 3rd grade, she had been accepted into a prestigious musical academy. She attended the school for six years, quickly growing out of their studies. By the time she was about tostart high school, she had dropped out of the academy, bored of their textbook ways. In the 10th grade, she decided to attend a private school, only for a year, however.
Bored of the schools in America, Amy decided to look elsewhere until she had found St. Miator Girls' Academy. Her fluent Japanese is spot on, this being the third language she has mastered; Russian being her first and English being the second.
History at Astraea Hill:
First Year:
not attended
Second Year:
not attended
Third Year:
not attended
Fourth Year:
not attended
Fifth Year:
blank
Sixth Year:
blank
Sample Post:
The Russian looked out of her window in boredom, staring at the reflection the glass presented. She had a beautiful, feminine face and long, curly white hair. Her skin was fair and her eyes shone a bright red color. The girl, Amy Bolshakov, wore a simple, laced white dress accented with white, laced up sandals. She began to hum a tune that had been stuck in her head for a few days now, it was Japanese song. She had been listening to them all day, mentally translating each verse and creating both a Russian and English translyrical version of each song. Her red eyes shone with inspiration and her glossy, pink lips had formed a small oval. The snow haired female sat up straight, walled over to her ebony black piano, and began to play a song. Her piano playing was perfect in every sense, each note packed with emotion. Her voice became audible as she began to sing, soft hums became beautiful sounding "Aaah"s and "Ooh"s. Her voiced accorded to the piano's keys, seeming as if it was a song sung by an angel.
Inside my head, I can hear your voice.
Even now, it shakes my heart.
Inside my memories, you were always, smiling gently.
On that day, on the way back home, the two of us, were holding hands while laughing.
Always, always, a day like that, I was even thinking it would continue.
The last words that you said to me, "Up until now, thank you",
Always, resound in me...
Then suddenly, a knock interrupted the girl. "Hm?" Amy thought as she turned towards the intruder, a hint of annoyance in her expression. A handsome man, in his early 40s, entered the room with a pleasant smile on his face. He had light blonde hair, almost white like Amy's, and deep blue eyes.
"Izvinite," the man said. "Did I interrupt you?"
"Privet, father." Amy stood up and walked towards her dad. "And no, you did not. I was only playing to get the song out of my head." She smiled at her father, "Is there a reason for your to be here?" Her tone was sweet, yet her words seemed a bit harsh. Her father was used to it and paid no mind to her choice of words.
"The jet is ready. Have you finished packing for your new school?" Amy's father asked.
The girl nodded and pointed towards a few suitcases. "I will probably purchase more stuff once I get there." The girl spoke as she walked over towards the door. She suddenly stopped and turned to her father. "Can you tell the butler to gather my items? Thanks." She continued out of her small, yet modern condominium and into the hallway. There was one other room in this hall, which belonged to her parents, and an elevator at the end of the hall. Amy pressed the down on the elevator and it's silver colored doors automatically opened.
The elevator was big and roomy. It had a large mirror on the left wall, and a small television that displayed advertisements of local high class avenues. A classic orchestral tune quietly played in. "Astraea Hill, hm?" Amy thought to herself. She imagined life on the all girls campus, seeing herself as the top of the school - the queen bee. "The top of the school..." Her glossy pink lips slowly curled into a smirk, "Now that would be a lovely status. And as a fifth year, I would already have authority over most of the students." A soft giggle escaped the girl's lips, her idea was perfect. Why only be an ordinary student when she could be the best student, the best student of the entire campus?
"I will become the best student." The white haired girl said to herself, her red eyes shining with ill intentions. The silver doors of the elevator opened, leading the girl into the lobby room. Amy stepped out of the shaft, the heels of her white sandals clicked on the white tiled floors. She exited the building, more than ready to leave her home behind, and entered her family's black limousine that had been waiting for her. "Prepare yourself, Astraea." The Russian smirked and the car drove off.
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Pitamin here! <3
