Post by Trina Vega on Mar 2, 2012 23:31:07 GMT -5
Katrina Laniella Vega
get ready for a wild ride
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better take your time baby
get back to the basics.
Nickname: Trina
Age: April 10th, Seventeen
Nationality: Spanish, French
Gender: Female
Sexuality: Straight.
Status: Single, Always Trying
Student or adult: Student
Face Claim: Daniella Monet
Extra Appearence: N/A
make a good impression
Personality is Key
[Trina‘s] Likes
- Boys
- Fuzzini Boots
- Karate
- Herself
- Attention
- Beck
- Looking Fantastic
[Trina‘s] Dislikes
- Boys fighting over her (later figured out by a cruel joke)
- Hot weather
- Suffocation
- Not looking fantastic
- Lindsey
Goals
- To become famous
- To find an easy way to tell her sister she isn’t talented
- To be recognized for the talents she thinks are amazing
Fears
- Being Unpopular (not knowing she already is)
- Being Un-talented (not knowing she already is)
- Thugs
- Jade West
Secrets
- She uses Tori’s shampoo in the shower.
- She steals Tori’s clothes, wears them out, then puts them back.
- She is dying to be liked.
Strengths
- Karate
- Dancing
- Loving Herself
Weaknesses
- Singing
- Acting
- Un-popular
Quirks
- Hums to herself when doing make-up and hair
- Tells herself how amazing she looks in the mirror
- Can take almost everything another way
Attractions
- Her self
- Tall Boys
- Popularity
Overall Personality
Please list at least 5 personality traits and explain how they would be seen in your character
- Conceited: Trina is in love with herself. She thinks she the most fantastic and talented girl ever to go to Hollywood Arts.
- Materialistic: Trina loves to have expensive things. Showing off stylish and expensive things make her feel good about herself.
- Ungrateful: A demonstrated in the Birthweek episode, Trina wants everyone to pay attention to her, but thinks nothing of them. Tori makes her a song that she works really hard on, and Trina doesn’t even thank her. Instead she wonders where he actual presents are.
- Caring: Despite how ungrateful Trina can be, she is really grateful to have his sister. She loves her, and would do a lot of things for her. She looks out for her, but it’s usually in situations that it’s supposed to be the other way around. It isn’t like she knows that though.
- Emotional: Trina gets upset and mad over silly things. If something doesn’t go her way, she’ll throw a temper tantrum.
keep moving foreward
history shapes our future.
Place of Residence:Hollywood
Birthplace: Hollywood
Father's Name:David Vega
Mother's Name: Holly Vega
Siblings: Tori Vega - Younger Sister
History:
The history of Trina Vega isn’t particularly a drama filled one. She grew up and was born in Los Angeles, California. Her parents were very loving, and she never had to worry about money situations. She never real had to deal with bullies. Any one who ever made fun of her didn’t do it the right way, because Trina’s mind could easily turn it into something else. Not long after her, Trina’s parents gave birth to her little sister, Tori. Trina considered Tori far less talented then her, but she still loved her.
At a young age, Trina had began to believe that she had a natural talent for singing and dancing. Not wanting to break her heart and knowing that she would reject their thoughts on the subject, they didn’t bother to tell her otherwise. The truth was that Trina was downright terrible at it. Still, underneath it all, Trina had a hidden talent. She was actually talented at karate, although she considered it a side thing. She got into Hollywood Arts for her dancing, but managed to stay for her karate. They she continued to believe she was on the top of the food chain for her high school career.
better have looks or brains
everything else is trivial.
C-Box Name:Vendi
Other Characters:
Marae Hanna Velodywn
Robbie Davis Jackson
Jelly Alice Eilonwy
Roleplay Sample:
In Marae's opinion, night time was the best time to take a trip to the park. It was the least crowded time to be there, which filled the air with far less noise then usual. She loved being able to hear the sounds of crickets and bunnies hopping around in the bushes. It made the world we live in today seem better, like all the sorrows didn't exist. Marae couldn't think of a better use of time then to go to the park during the nights she couldn't sleep. It was so much nicer then be crammed up in her room with the broken window. Out here she could get fresh air, and who doesn't appreciate fresh air?
Marae let out a peaceful sigh as she walked through the park with her fluffy pink blanket and hard cover book held close to her chest in her arms. She was looking for a different spot to sit down then her usual place underneath an old oak tree. She felt like mixing things up a little. As her father always said, It's the little things we change in our day to day lives that make for the most happiest in the morning after. Other then a few amazing hair stylists, Marae's dad could be considered her hero. He knew just what to say at every moment no matter what you could lay on the table, and he always supported every crazy dream Marae had ever had. Even during her darker times when she tried an illegal thing or two, he still didn't judge her. He, instead, gave her a few words of wisdom to pull her through. She only wished her mother could have been just as supportive.
Marae shook her head. This wasn't the time to think of such things. She was in an amazing, peaceful place, and she wasn't going to dis-honor it's vibe with her negative energy. That would be cruel of her.
A bird that should have been sleeping made a chirp. She scanned around, and she found the little tan bird in the middle of what was usually the baseball field. Wondering what the bird was doing there, she walked over to it, only to scare it off. Marae frowned, but she knew it was unlikely that the bird was going to be her new friend.
Deciding to settle, Marae laid her pink, fluffy blanket down in the middle of the baseball field where the bird was. The little creature obviously thought this was a nice spot for some reason, so she thought she'd give it a try. She set her book down, and laid there for a moment, soaking in the beauty of the stars in the night sky above her. Today was totally a perfect night to be out here. There were more stars then she could even count.
After a few minutes, Marae sat up and picked up her book. She pulled her book-light out of her light purple sweater and opened her book to the page she was on before attaching it to the back of her hard-covered fairy book. Her light was a clip, then the spring, and then the shape of a cute little green frog where the light bulb was. She had plenty of book lights, but this one was her favorite. Her first crush from when she was around ten years old had given it to her as a birthday gift. She loved how it reminded her of her youth, and how innocent she perceived the world to be those days. The kids may have been cruel, but the rest of the world was full of possibilities. Sometimes she wondered what it would be like to go back, though she doubted she would bother changed anything.
When Marae was younger, she was often teased for being a little different then the rest of the kids. She was always wearing way to much pink and listening to rock music her dad played in the car as a daily thing. Kids also loved to harp on her for her hair seeing as how she cut it and styled it herself. Back in those days, she wasn't nearly as talented as she was now. It made her believe the boy who gave her the book light was forced to by his parents or something of the sort. Some days she swore she could have been mistaken for a poodle when she got a hold of her mother's curling iron. Her mother never wanted to let her go to school looking as she did, but her father insisted expressing herself at an early age was good for development. Her mother still blamed her father for her odd looks today.
Thinking about her past made Marae smile and laugh to herself. Come to think of it, she really didn't find her current self much different from her ten year old self. Sure, her hair was much better, she was smarter, and a whole lot less innocent, but she still felt she was the same. Her dreams hadn't changed nor did her fashion sense. Well, now she could also tell the difference between most of the people faking being her friend and those who actually were. In those situations sometimes she considered her knowledge and memory a curse, because a lot of people, specifically boys, liked to use her to get test answers and try to get her to do her homework. She was getting better at now falling for any tall, handsome guy pretending to hit on her though. She had made a goal to no longer be naive when guys were involved.
Marae coughed, and she heard something made a clink against the fence. She assumed it was just an animal passing through. There really wasn't another explanation for it, seeing as she was all alone.
Looking down at her book, Marae finally ended her long train of thought and began to read.
Marae let out a peaceful sigh as she walked through the park with her fluffy pink blanket and hard cover book held close to her chest in her arms. She was looking for a different spot to sit down then her usual place underneath an old oak tree. She felt like mixing things up a little. As her father always said, It's the little things we change in our day to day lives that make for the most happiest in the morning after. Other then a few amazing hair stylists, Marae's dad could be considered her hero. He knew just what to say at every moment no matter what you could lay on the table, and he always supported every crazy dream Marae had ever had. Even during her darker times when she tried an illegal thing or two, he still didn't judge her. He, instead, gave her a few words of wisdom to pull her through. She only wished her mother could have been just as supportive.
Marae shook her head. This wasn't the time to think of such things. She was in an amazing, peaceful place, and she wasn't going to dis-honor it's vibe with her negative energy. That would be cruel of her.
A bird that should have been sleeping made a chirp. She scanned around, and she found the little tan bird in the middle of what was usually the baseball field. Wondering what the bird was doing there, she walked over to it, only to scare it off. Marae frowned, but she knew it was unlikely that the bird was going to be her new friend.
Deciding to settle, Marae laid her pink, fluffy blanket down in the middle of the baseball field where the bird was. The little creature obviously thought this was a nice spot for some reason, so she thought she'd give it a try. She set her book down, and laid there for a moment, soaking in the beauty of the stars in the night sky above her. Today was totally a perfect night to be out here. There were more stars then she could even count.
After a few minutes, Marae sat up and picked up her book. She pulled her book-light out of her light purple sweater and opened her book to the page she was on before attaching it to the back of her hard-covered fairy book. Her light was a clip, then the spring, and then the shape of a cute little green frog where the light bulb was. She had plenty of book lights, but this one was her favorite. Her first crush from when she was around ten years old had given it to her as a birthday gift. She loved how it reminded her of her youth, and how innocent she perceived the world to be those days. The kids may have been cruel, but the rest of the world was full of possibilities. Sometimes she wondered what it would be like to go back, though she doubted she would bother changed anything.
When Marae was younger, she was often teased for being a little different then the rest of the kids. She was always wearing way to much pink and listening to rock music her dad played in the car as a daily thing. Kids also loved to harp on her for her hair seeing as how she cut it and styled it herself. Back in those days, she wasn't nearly as talented as she was now. It made her believe the boy who gave her the book light was forced to by his parents or something of the sort. Some days she swore she could have been mistaken for a poodle when she got a hold of her mother's curling iron. Her mother never wanted to let her go to school looking as she did, but her father insisted expressing herself at an early age was good for development. Her mother still blamed her father for her odd looks today.
Thinking about her past made Marae smile and laugh to herself. Come to think of it, she really didn't find her current self much different from her ten year old self. Sure, her hair was much better, she was smarter, and a whole lot less innocent, but she still felt she was the same. Her dreams hadn't changed nor did her fashion sense. Well, now she could also tell the difference between most of the people faking being her friend and those who actually were. In those situations sometimes she considered her knowledge and memory a curse, because a lot of people, specifically boys, liked to use her to get test answers and try to get her to do her homework. She was getting better at now falling for any tall, handsome guy pretending to hit on her though. She had made a goal to no longer be naive when guys were involved.
Marae coughed, and she heard something made a clink against the fence. She assumed it was just an animal passing through. There really wasn't another explanation for it, seeing as she was all alone.
Looking down at her book, Marae finally ended her long train of thought and began to read.
Quote: adminedit.
