ursula valentino [done!]

[úrsula blake valentino]

Character Name: Úrsula Blake Valentino
Nickname(s): Sullie
Gender: Female
Age: 17 going on 18
Grade: Senior
Sexuality: Straight
Clique: Exchange Student
Subgroup: Legend
Weight: 100 lbs
Height: 5'8
Appearence:

Wide forehead, bushy eyebrows and squinty eyes. Doesn’t it sound like a recipe for perfect ugliness? Except, it’s not, really. For some reason, this works for Sullie. Her dark brown hair has a lot to do with it too. For her forehead, bangs more often than not. For the rest, nothing much can be done. Eyeliner, perhaps. Good care of her skin too, but truth of the matter is that by Californian standards, Sullie looks foreign. Not a blonde hair in sight, not even sun streaks. Her skin is olive, not a hundred percent white and oh, let’s not forget about her accent, shall we? Slight, but still present. Her teeth are white enough, but Sullie’s rather far from the perfect smile people around here seem to be flashing constantly. There’s a bit of a gap between some, but it’s nothing that makes her uncomfortable, per se. Just…gives her more personality. Or so she claims.

She’s tall for her latin standards. Where she grew up, she was one of the tallest people around, but then again, in the U.S. people always are taller, so right now she fits nicely into the average. She’s tall enough to not be teased about it, but not so tall that she can’t wear heels on special occasions. Which she loves to do, by the way. Sullie was brought up to be incredibly feminine and it shows on her frame. Delicate bone structure accounts for thin wrists and a thin waist. Long legs which she takes advantage of. She works out and it shows.

Now, you’d think being half Brazilian would have it’s perks, aka breasts and hips, but Sullie breaks the mould. There's nothing voluptuous about her figure, since she's always been strict with her eating habits. Sure, she indulges here and there and can eat junk food as much as she likes thanks to her father's genes, but truth be told, Sullie doesn't like being the girl who who's always stuffing her face in. She's dainty and proper and has nothing but disdain for the girls who aren't. See, Sullie has built herself to be the epitome of perfect. She dies to be every guy's ideal of perfect. She has exotic foreign looks and weak ankles.

Of course, Ursula’s weight fluctuates between her morbid fascination of watching her body’s symptoms of withdrawal from lack of food, and the sudden attack of her sweet tooth. When it strikes, it strikes with a vengeance. But even then, she only gains a couple of pounds before she’s back to normal. Or as normal as Ursula could ever be.

Personality:

To say she’s not your ordinary girl would probably be a big understatement. To say it’s all due to drugs isn’t the right thing to say either. See, Ursula is a girl. A girl who thinks she knows what she wants out of life and gets it easily and without complications. Because she’s got no huge expectations, and she doesn’t wish for the entire world. As much as her head is up in the clouds, there’s a realistic quality about our girl here that keeps her motives solidly grounded. What does that mean? Oh, it could mean a lot of things. Especially if it’s Ursula we’re talking about here. Eccentric wouldn’t quite be the word to describe her, though there are a lot of people who have her pegged as such. After all, her random attires and nondescript moods really are a usual trigger for that adjective. But that’s not all there’s to her. Cheesy catch phrases do have a deeper meaning after all, because truly, Ursula is more than what meets the eye. First impressions are not her forte when you dress either in raggedy clothes or oversized sweatshirts and leggings. Much less when you have a suspicious glaze to your eyes and the first thing that leaves your mouth is to ‘move the hell out of my way’.

Sweet, she is not.

But don’t be fooled by that exterior either. If you are quick to judge, you may never make it. Not only into her tight knit posse, but also in the world. Because, see, Ursula is the world. With her chameleonic persona and her rapidly deteriorating moods, Ursula is every nasty person you could ever encounter in your life all rolled into one. One day she is the cheerful extrovert, and the next she can be your sulky artist. Friends? That word doesn’t really exist in her vocabulary. No, if you must really look for a point blank word for her, hypocritical’s it. Not only is she quick to judge and peg, but she’s also her own worst nightmare. She has every trait she despises, except perhaps being overly sentimental, and she knows it. Ursula plays out her worst flaws upon first glance. You could say that maybe that’s her forte. Because you’ll never find yourself playing charades with Ursula. If she’s different one day from the previous one, it’s not because she’s pretending to be someone she isn’t, but because that day, she is that person. It’s not about fitting in. It’s about notfitting in and to acquiesce to her own needs.

Temperamental and sometimes brusque, there are few qualities to Ursula that can be deemed permanent. The former being two of them. No matter in what kind of mood she is in, it can quickly spiral out of control if things aren’t just right. What is right? Who knows? Ursula considers herself a free agent, to come and do as she pleases whenever she pleases just because she pleases. If you’re irrelevant in society or within Central’s walls, chances are that you are highly ignored in Ursula’s alternative universe. That is, if you even exist at all. To Ursula, the irrelevant and the inconsequential present the highlights of her daily life. The little details that everybody takes for granted intrigue her for hours, and the shape of the clouds could never be more interesting to anyone other than her. Time, as is colloquially known to everyone is static for Ursula. An hour may well be a second, and the reverse as it transpires in her state. Days are definitely not her forte. Not that anything really is, but if there was something Ursula is convinced about is that she was born for is the night. Insomnia can do that to you. Whether it’s natural or because of her permanent natural (sometimes induced) high, no one will ever know.

Caffeine is her savior, and she sure clings to it as if it truly were. Nicotine goes hand in hand with that, because there’s nothing better than smoky breath and the feel of the smoke coursing through your lungs. It’s not about being dependant of them. It’s more about the fact that Ursula does what she wants, health and ozone layers be damned. If you’re looking for someone that can stick up for herself, get her thrills out of intrinsically weaved plots and the iron will of the bars of the local prison, Ursula’s your go-to girl.

Ursula is all for being an individual and expressing your beliefs. She’s all about being and living in the moment, no consequences and no guilt. She’s the type of girl that is reckless and would probably drive herself insane just because she can. She doesn’t have anything to prove to the world other than she’s out there, and beware, because she’s looking to impact. There’s a morbid-quality to her sense of existence, though. Something not many can really compare. Since there’s nothing to live for other than herself, then there’s everything to die for. If that consists of borderline insanity, then so be it. Insanity means inside of sanity for so many people. Ursula gets her personal thrills from so many things that involve only herself. People don’t react too well when they are involved in dangerous things without their consent, and she learned this earlier on in life. If you’re going to toy with something that’s delicate according to society, then just try it out on yourself. Push yourself to the limits and see what you come back with. Can’t be worse than what you were in to begin with, right? Thus, Ursula’s morbid toying of herself between life and death ensues from time to time. She allows herself to slowly starve for a short period of time before she decides that being weak is not all that spazzed out as it is to be, and then there are times when she just…exists.

She likes shiny things just like any kid likes his or her new toy, and she loves feeling the thrill of a new relationship. But everything gets dull after a while, and nothing is everlasting. She accepts this and moves on rather easily. Clothes. Random, extraordinary pieces of clothing are her favorite. Simple things that a lot of people would consider trash, she wears them fervently for sometimes weeks before discarding them herself. There’s nothing solid about Ursula Toledo. She just is, and some people have trouble accepting that.

Tough them.

History:

Río de Janeiro. It's a force to be reckoned with. It's lifeline consists mainly of tourism and that's where our whirlwind story begins. Sonia had already been married once, but life hadn't been good to her. Her husband (whom she'd learned to love after time) had died from a case of pneumonia and it had left her stranded. All of their scarce resources had been put into the efforts of keeping the father of her only girl (two years old) alive. Turns out that didn't work so well and after he passed away, Sonia found out the hard way what it is to have no one to rely on. The needs of a two year old combined with those of an adult make for hard times. Sonia couldn't make the rent and they were kicked out of their place and into the streets. It wasn't long before she was begging for money in the colorful city of Río. After that, it was only a step away before she found herself being the escort of an American divorcée who was there on vacation.

But let's rewind a little, shall we?

Truth be told, there was a period of time in which Sonia tried to work some part time jobs and juggle her life around them and taking care of her girl. However, she found that she didn't have her heart set on anything. After Jacob's death, there wasn't much left for her to do. Sure, Sullie was a unique girl with curiosity that rivaled hers, but there were too many things to worry about. Like money. It became a priority in her life. They were lacking so badly that Sonia became obsessed. They needed to get out of the rut they were in, they needed to get money. If only they had a stable income, if only, if only... Sonia grasped at those thoughts, projected herself. And when one needs money and becomes so involved with that need, there is nothing that will stop you. And nothing did. She taught herself how to scam other people for extra money, taught her Sullie how to beg for handouts and how to take them if they didn't come willing. Oh, she was so proud of her baby. Ten years old and she already had the quickest little fingers. They were going to go far, she could see it! Dancing along the lines of the law, or even crossing the line happened. After struggling for years without end, after trying (according to her) everything that was in her power to make things better for her and her daughter, Sonia thought it was a gift sent from God when a friend of a friend told her that she knew of a way to make some good money. And in dollars too. The coveted currency.

All she had to do was go out with rich tourists who wanted some company.

That was all there was to it.

Sonia hesitated. Sure, she'd done her fair share of breaking the law in the past and her daughter was making a fine career out of it too, but somehow, this was different. Her almost non-existent morals started waging a war inside her, but in the end, the promise of a better future won out. And really, it wasn't so bad. She could do it and Sullie would never have to find out. Just because she had no dignity left and self-respect didn't mean her daughter had to lose it as well, right? They were like sisters, really, more than a mother-daughter relationship. So into the business she went. Things started picking up. Soon, they were able to afford their own place instead of boarding with Lola, the creepy woman who stuck her nose in everybody's issues. Sullie's uniforms were suddenly not so old, not so ragged. Her ignorance of the matter lasted two years. Oh, Sonia remembers the day clearly enough. Gossip never sits still for long. Tongues will always wag and one day Sullie came home in a rage, asking all the wrong questions to all the right answers.

Needless to say, it wasn't a pretty day for Sonia. To tell her reckless, stubborn daughter that the only reason they're doing so well is because she gets paid to escort people is one of the most degrading things she's ever had to do. There were screams. There were things being thrown.There were hurtful things being said. No, it wasn't their finest night, but when Sonia looks back on it now--now, in her current situation, in her current comfort--she doesn't regret a single thing. She may have been wrong in a lot of aspects, but the core of everything still remains the same: she was doing it all for her. Sullie may not have liked it and perhaps she had even failed at being an exemplary mother, but she was only trying to do what was best for her kid. Everything she'd taught her, from the quick pick-pocketing to the manners and suave exterior--they'd been confidantes!

Their relationship broke that night, but Sonia gained more determination. If her daughter would forever hold her in contempt, there was nothing left to lose and everything to gain. She was 37 when George walked into her life. Conventional, yet boisterous. By now, she had decent accommodations in her life, she wasn't in the lookout for a man who would supply her needs. Sullie didn't seem to share her opinion by the way she started networking rich tourists on her own, but she wasn't going to worry about that when she was too busy being swept off her feet by this handsome tourist who was offering her the world.

She didn't know who to credit, whether fate, luck or God, but you know, it seemed as if she was going to get her happily ever after.

Sullie, however, had other thoughts in mind. As soon as she found out that her mom was seriously considering her newest escort, she went ballistic. Not only did she throw tantrums and threaten to leave, but she actually left her house, only to be dragged back a week later by the police. So, George and Sonia's relationship was plagued with Sullie's misdemeanors, which only grew worse when she found out that they'd gotten married behind her back and the happy family was joyfully moving in together.

In California.

As in, away from Río.

The only place Sullie was interested in being.

Oh, did she forget to mention she had a step-brother?

Sample Rp:

She’d tried being…polite. Well, maybe hypocritical would be a more appropriate word here, but the point was that she’d tried to tone down the aggressive tone. Evans had not cooperated. Not that that was any type of news, but you know, sometimes Marlene appreciated a little appreciation of her efforts. Especially when it came to such mighty ones. Being polite to Evans did not come easily. Just imagining her freckled face was enough to make Marlene’s eyes squint and then her fists started to tighten and—it wasn’t easy, okay? And it wasn’t even over the beginning issue anymore (namely, Potter). He was such a last season item, but the residual feelings were still there. She knew that their relationship had run its course, yadda, yadda, yadda. It wasn’t about feeling scorned. It was about the fact that Lily Evans soon to be Potter was one motherbanging bitch. That’s all there was to it. See, Marlene was annoying and backstabbing and not a good little citizen in general, but she was open about it. Sometimes. Evans? Not so much. She had this little façade of not killing a single fly and it pissed her off. She killed flies. Of course she did, she killed them and probably laughed while doing so and—she really had to get over it. At some point, she supposed, but maybe she was just being a touch more sensitive about it because it would’ve been hers and James’ anniversary next week and—wow. Okay. Yes, she was over it. Done. Now, she had to focus on the task at hand. Which was…check on Johnny Myers. See, she and Johnny hadn’t exactly been tight back at Hogwarts, so Marlene didn’t feel any particular affection for him. Then, when she’d first been scheduled for the regular checkups, she’d felt that twinge of…something as she saw him lying there, immobile, quiet, helpless. Of course, he’d been in a coma, so all the words that had spilled out of her mouth then had gone by unnoticed, but she couldn’t help it. It was as if some kind of dam had been broken (excuse the cliché) and the babbling had started. Here he was, a survivor of what they were sure was a direct Death Eater attack and he was holding on. And he knew first hand, what it felt like, to come face to face with death and yet, here he was. He’d come so close to being just another casualty—he knew what it was like and Marlene’s sealed “Do Not Touch” sign inside her head had ripped open and she’d started spilling her secrets. Her fears. Her need to tell someone that she was scared despite constantly assuring people she was fine.

It had been five months since her parents’ attack and death. Two of which had been spent in absolute isolation, no communication with the outside world whatsoever. She’d forced herself to get over it, forced herself to believe that everything was fine, she was moving on, things were getting better. She was good at mentally prepping herself like that. Actually, she was a natural at it. Proof of it was that she’d survived these past three months. Survived being the key word, because she wouldn’t exactly called what she’d been doing ‘living’. Living implied enjoying things and simply put: Marlene wasn’t enjoying much of anything. And, oh, wasn’t her existence so bitter? But life had thrown some lemons her way and nobody could blame her for not being able to do lemonade just yet. So, instead of doing lemonade or commiserating with someone else about her woes, she’d taken to Johnny Myers to become her personal confessional. What was the issue here? The guy was in a coma and he couldn’t answer and couldn’t interrupt and couldn’t offer her insincere condolences and he couldn’t look at her pitifully as she raged on about how she wasn’t ready for marriage at eighteen and how she couldn’t remember a lot of her nights because, hey! She was wasted! So, yes, Johnny Myers was the epitome of perfect right now. Maybe it was Life’s way of making up to her for all its atrocity lately. “Here, have a coma guy who will hear you bemoan your fate”. It had worked wonders so far. It had even come to the point that Marlene was eager for these schedules. She easily could’ve told Dumbledore she had cheer practice during these week’s days, but instead, she’d opted for changing them with Lily instead of coping out. Why? Because she needed this. She needed Johnny. The guy she had never really talked to? Yeah, she needed him. She needed him because he was everything she couldn’t find in her real life friends. Dorcas was Merlin knew where on some Order business, Sirius—well, he was out of the question, Benjamin was…somewhere. Where was the blasted kid anyway? So, yes, Marlene was left without friends that were there genuinely out of care for her. Instead, she had Johnny Hey I’m In a Coma Myers. And the Order. Who “was always there for her”. Right. A bunch of people who she barely knew were supposed to be her new family? Speaking of, Marlene cringed when she saw Fabian at the reception desk of Mungo’s, no doubt checking out from his scheduled visit. Shit. She’d forgotten to check who had the schedule before Evans and now she was stuck having to exchange amenities with a guy who had turned her down like…a billion years ago. Not awkward at all. Maybe she could avoid him. Take the long way up to Johnny’s room and—shit, she had to sign in. Okay, now her brilliant idea was sounding more and more stupid as she stood there at the entrance, not really doing much. However, she wasn’t given much of an option as the receptionist looked up and waved her in. She’d been in enough times to have the staff recognize her.

Ducking her head, she murmured a “Good day,” as she quickly signed her name (a scribble that could barely be made out) and steamrollered out of there as quickly as her feet would carry her. She was red on the face, she knew, and it was ridiculous to even remember what had happened (or rather, hadn’t happened) between her and a certain Fabian Prewett eons ago. Okay, all she had to do now was breathe the sterile air and ignore the busy Healers and helpers with their scrunched up faces. It was Saturday, after all. More familiar faces would be around. Of course, she would only remember this as she saw more and more people dressed normally instead of the staff uniforms she was used to seeing. Well, shit. This meant that maybe Hogwarts would be in too for checkups or visits to their families. Okay, yes, the quicker she got to the safety of Johnny’s room, the better. Room 203, room 203—it was the only thing going through her head as she ducked behind a random door to avoid being seen by a student. Well, damn it. She wasn’t in the mood to be dealing with kids right now! She was here on a mission. Yes. On orders from the Order. Hah. Okay, yeah, room 203, there it was. Slipping in, Marlene exhaled a sigh of relief and collapsed on the usual chair. “Oh, Myers, you won’t believe who I almost had to talk to at the reception desk a few moments a—AH!” she jumped out of her seat when she saw that the usually closed lids of Johnny’s eyes were now open and staring at her. “Wh—what—aren’t you like, almost dead?” she asked shakily, her hand on top of her beating heart, the crap just scared out of her. Perhaps not the most diplomatic reply of all, but to be honest, she hadn’t been expecting a guy she’d given up on to be wide awake and looking much better than last time she’d seen him. That was probably one of the top ways to scare/surprise her. “S-sorry, that was insensitive,” she said as she cleared her throat and shook her head back. “Well then, now that you’re up…can you even talk?” she asked as she unconsciously served a cup of water and held it out for him. Then, she remembered that he’d been unconscious for who knew how long and his muscles were probably not going to respond properly, so, she sat the glass down without a word and sat back down. What was she supposed to do now, anyway? She’d been sent here under the pretense to check up on a coma guy, now that he was awake, wasn’t her job like, done? “Okay, well, I’ll be…leaving now?” she said, gesturing with her thumb to the door, the thought flashing through her mind that maybe amidst all her rambling, he’d woken up at some point but hadn’t opened his eyes and hadn’t let her known that he was listening and. Sweet Morgana on a pony! “Yes, I’ll be leaving no—” She didn’t get to finish her sentence, because just as she’d grabbed the door knob to yank it open and flee like the good little coward she was, it had banged shut and it wouldn’t budge. “What the fuck? This is not funny, Myers!” she exclaimed as she turned around, stomping her foot. Her mind was telling her it was unrealistic to expect this was coming from him, but what else was she supposed to do?

Reason it out?

Right.

Celeb:

Camilla Belle

Out Of Character:

SSKAR! 20 years young. you has my mail (:

[( tahlia )]

I just have to say that you're amazing. This was such a great application and I'm really impressed. There was no shortage of detail and your character is well developed. Usually apps as long as this can get a little tedious to read but that definitely wasn't the case. I found everything was easy to read, flowed well and was really interesting. I can't wait to see what you do with her and thank you for taking a canon!