Post by nana on Sept 12, 2012 21:29:25 GMT -8
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style,width: 450px; padding: 10px;,bTable][style=margin-right: 5px; height: 100px; width: 100px; -moz-border-radius: 200px; border-radius: 100px; overflow: auto; float: left; overflow: hidden; background-image: url(http://i50.tinypic.com/2nq5oqw.png);][cs=2] [/style] [style=margin-bottom: -5px; font-weight: bold; font-family: helvetica; font-size: 35px; letter-spacing: -3px;]NANA CROSS[/style] [style=border-top: 1px dotted #ebebeb; font-family: helvetica; letter-spacing: 2px; font-size: 10px; padding-top: 3px;]OBSESSIVE . MERCURIAL . LOYAL [/style] | |
| [atrb=vAlign,top][style=margin-top:5px; width: 90px; font-family: georgia; font-size: 10px; text-align: center; font-weight: bold; background-color: #2a2a2a; color: #ebebeb; text-transform: uppercase; padding: 3px;]BASICS[/style] | [atrb=vAlign,top][style=width: 305px; margin-bottom: 10px; text-align: justify; font-family: helvetica; font-size: 10px; padding-left: 5px; border-left: 1px dotted #ebebeb;]NANA FIORI CROSSPatch, Pirate, and various other similarly themed names. Other nicknames include references to her diminutive stature, for example: Pipsqueak, Midget, Pixie, and so on.TWENTY-TWO 17/06/1990FEMALE HomosexualWATER KNIGHT Nana is a classically trained ballet dancer with a high school education. She performs a bit in lesser known theatres, but never major roles, and it’s nothing compared to Broadway. In between productions (and sometimes during) she manages to scrounge together enough to pay the bills by running small errands for the Russian mafia – not exactly the safest line of work.[/style] |
| [atrb=vAlign,top][style=margin-top:5px; width: 90px; font-family: georgia; font-size: 10px; text-align: center; font-weight: bold; background-color: #2a2a2a; color: #ebebeb; text-transform: uppercase; padding: 3px;]RESIDENCE[/style] | [atrb=vAlign,top][style=width: 305px; margin-bottom: 10px; text-align: justify; font-family: helvetica; font-size: 10px; padding-left: 5px; border-left: 1px dotted #ebebeb;] Her current residence is a second floor studio apartment in a rather sketchy section of the south central LA area. The four story red brick building was built in the late 60s and the electrical and plumbing are just a bit out-of-date and due for an overhaul. For Nana this means that sometimes the shower is cold, the kitchen outlet occasionally refuses to work, and the lights flicker. Not to mention the walls are paper thin, so if the upstairs neighbor was planning on keeping her love affair a secret she shouldn’t be banging the headboard at two in the morning when the entire building knows her husband is away on business. Nana’s apartment is sparsely decorated. The walls in her small living area remain whitewashed, because she’s simply too lazy to paint them, and there’s almost nothing on the walls save a few oil paintings of ballet dancers she bought from a street artist – quite a talented fellow really. There’s a queen-sized bed, a kitchen table with two chairs, a sofa, an arm chair, and a television. Of course she also has a kitty condo in the far corner by the sofa; Rome needs somewhere to sleep after all. Sad to say Nana would never win housekeeper of the month award, she’s quite the slob. Clothes are strewn everywhere, everything from delicates to jeans, and there’s usually an old newspaper or two hiding under the couch. Mostly the floor is littered with clothes, but there’s also a fair amount of wrappers and plastic bags scattered about. She won’t even claim that there’s a method to the madness, it’s just pure chaos. [/style] |
| [atrb=vAlign,top][style=margin-top:5px; width: 90px; font-family: georgia; font-size: 10px; text-align: center; font-weight: bold; background-color: #2a2a2a; color: #ebebeb; text-transform: uppercase; padding: 3px;]APPEARANCE[/style] | [atrb=vAlign,top][style=width: 305px; margin-bottom: 10px; text-align: justify; font-family: helvetica; font-size: 10px; padding-left: 5px; border-left: 1px dotted #ebebeb;] Nana is somewhat indifferent about her appearance. She’s not terribly fashion forward, but neither is she a walking disaster. Her normal day to day attire is usually a comfortable pair of jeans, a light camisole, and an off-the-shoulder sweater, but it can also include leggings or she might wear shorts instead. One thing’s for sure, Nana likes to wear layers. Of course the most notable eccentricity about her daily outfits is the fact that she almost always wears an eye patch – she alternates which eye it covers. Just to be clear, both of those pretty blue eyes can see just fine. Despite the fact that they make long walks rather unpleasant, Nana loves wearing high heels. Hey, a girl’s gotta do what a girl’s gotta do when she’s only 4’11”. The heels giver her that extra height and the loose clothing makes her appear just a little heavier; she’s acutely aware that weighing eighty-five pounds is unhealthy even if the majority of it comes from lean muscle. She doesn’t wear much make-up either, so she’s often mistaken for a teenager trying to look more “adult” – it makes getting into bars and clubs a real pain. Her hair is shoulder-length, black, and layered with bangs. It’s more on the fine side (which is just fine by her) and she typically leaves it down unless it’s going to be bothering her, in which case she’ll just clip or pin it up against the back of her head. Nana also loves jewelry, but she makes it a rule to never wear more than four separate items (excluding earrings). Most of her jewelry is silver because she feels that it compliments her light skin tone.[/style] |
| [atrb=vAlign,top][style=margin-top:5px; width: 90px; font-family: georgia; font-size: 10px; text-align: center; font-weight: bold; background-color: #2a2a2a; color: #ebebeb; text-transform: uppercase; padding: 3px;]PERSONALITY[/style] | [atrb=vAlign,top][style=width: 305px; margin-bottom: 10px; text-align: justify; font-family: helvetica; font-size: 10px; padding-left: 5px; border-left: 1px dotted #ebebeb;] Passionate would probably be the single best word to describe her personality. She throws herself completely into whatever she’s doing with a zeal that borders on obsessive, and it certainly does seem to work against her sometimes. Hers is a personality of extremes. Nana can get so completely absorbed in whatever task she’s been set upon that it can twist her personality. On a normal day Nana is amiable, if a bit scatterbrained, with a bit of a playful side that can turn into a wild streak when she’s drunk. She can also be annoyingly loyal, which is unfortunately what got her into the whole mess with the mafia in the first place. She gets a lot of “pirate” comments and, depending on who said it, the tone they used, and what mood she’s in, her reply can vary greatly. If it’s just a little kid she might playfully respond with an “Arrgh matey!” If it was said in a mocking tone by an adult you might get a scowl and maybe a colorful comment or two. If she’s in a foul mood it doesn’t matter if it was a kid or some miserable pissant who said it, she’ll more than likely just flip you the bird and keep walking. Nana can definitely be more than a little temperamental when she’s feeling up to it and bothering her while she’s engrossed in a project is like stepping on the tail of an angry house cat – tiny, but vicious. Naturally another way to tick her off is to make some stupid remark about the company she keeps. Any insult to her friends is like a declaration of war. Nana can be very cross (no pun on her last name intended) with anyone who irritates her and something as simple as not having her morning coffee can bring out a side of her personality which her friends have affectionately dubbed the ‘one-eyed witch’. She is most definitely not a morning person and you’d do well to let her have that cup of joe before asking her to do anything. Also, do not diss Nick Fury. Ever. Nana is a seriously hardcore superhero comic book fan and Nick Fury is her absolute favorite (yes that’s where her eye-patch wearing fetish comes from) and she’s also rather attached to Batman. She has gotten into heated debates with ten year olds over who’s the better superhero, though her arguments usually dissolve into childishly calling her opponent ‘stupid’. Comic books definitely bring out the childish side of her personality, so don’t be too surprised if she calls you ‘poop head’ or ‘meanie face’ while running out the door with a Marvel comic book clutched to her chest. When it comes to dancing it’s no surprise that she throws her whole self into every movement. She’s extremely expressive and can get so caught up in the moment that, unfortunately, she’ll deviate from the routine. It’s one of her bad habits that her teachers have tirelessly tried to break. It’s just something that’s ingrained in her nature and one can draw similarities between her dancing and her way of loving someone. Nana has a penchant for beautiful girls and she has no restrictions when it comes to age – though she is mindful of being discreet when she’s interested in a minor. When Nana falls in love she has a tendency to turn into something of an obsessive stalker (she has actually broken into one woman’s apartment before and stolen her underwear, god she was on such a high that night). She is extremely possessive and even though she reins herself in, things can occasionally spiral out of control. Unfortunately Nana can also be a bit shallow to the point that she couldn’t care less if the other person is a total prick or completely uninterested, if she thinks someone’s “hot” then it’s game on. Another odd part of Nana’s personality is that she has several phobias. Nana is intensely afraid of dolls, animatronics, puppets, and ventriloquist dummies – this is a severe phobia and even seeing a doll on television can cause a mild panic attack. She is also terrified of horses and clowns due to a birthday-party-gone-wrong. Neither of these two phobias is nearly as severe as her phobia of doll-like things; however you won’t see Nana out horseback riding or going to the circus. Nana is not usually a very secretive person and will share most anything with anyone, however there are some parts of her that she has buried deep and locked away. Touching that forbidden box is just that, forbidden. Nana does not let anyone know of her ties to the mob nor of the secret thrill she gets from the danger of being linked to the mafia. Another thing hidden in that box is the fact that she was the sole witness to a still unsolved murder at the age of ten; she knows damn well who did it, but she’s not telling. She doesn’t like people digging around in her past, so you’d be better off not snooping around or asking too many questions. There’s a darker side to Nana that can only be guessed at… [/style] |
| [atrb=vAlign,top][style=margin-top:5px; width: 90px; font-family: georgia; font-size: 10px; text-align: center; font-weight: bold; background-color: #2a2a2a; color: #ebebeb; text-transform: uppercase; padding: 3px;]HISTORY[/style] | [atrb=vAlign,top][style=width: 305px; margin-bottom: 10px; text-align: justify; font-family: helvetica; font-size: 10px; padding-left: 5px; border-left: 1px dotted #ebebeb;] Nana is the youngest of four children and the only girl. Her eldest brother, Nathan, just turned thirty a couple months ago and works at UCLA as an English professor – he never passes up a chance to nag her about continuing her education. Her other two brothers, the twenty-eight year old twins Gregori and Daniel, no longer live in California though they do tend to call on a regular basis – Dan more so than Greg. Her parents are deceased, murdered on a sunny Saturday afternoon in mid-July when she was ten years old. Growing up her brothers often played tricks on her and just generally made her life a living hell in the way that only siblings can do. Her family was middle working class and they lived in a small townhome in close proximity to LA’s Chinatown. Both her parents worked, so as a young child she spent most of her days in a day care center, but in the evenings and on weekends she was pampered and showered with affection. Her parents enrolled her in ballet classes when she was five and discovered their little darling loved it immensely. She was daddy’s little dancing princess and mommy’s perfect little angel. Her brothers might have been annoying, but at least she had mom and dad wrapped around her little finger. Of course this only encouraged the sibling rivalry and Nate was always thinking up new ways to gross out or scare his adorable little sister. One ingenious plan of his was hatched after their babysitter (someone should shoot the irresponsible twat) allowed the four children to watch Poltergeist when Nana was six years old. Nana was positively traumatized, particularly by the doll – she also refused to go anywhere near the television for weeks afterwards and couldn’t fall asleep without someone else in her bedroom. Nate, genius that he was, decided it would be funny if they took turns moving Nana’s dolls to different locations while she was either asleep or not looking. The result was that Nana became so petrified of dolls that she could not be in the same room as one without having a panic attack – her parents had to throw out Nana’s whole doll collection after just two weeks, such a waste. Naturally Nana would retaliate whenever the boys did something mean to her by tattling to their parents, which only perpetuated the vicious cycle. Of course even though her brothers were pests, Nana’s life was still perfectly enviable until everything went topsy-turvy when she was ten years old. No one could have seen it coming, their life had always been so perfectly normal.To this day the nightmare still torments her. It truly was a gruesome scene to behold when police arrived at the Cross residence after neighbors reported having heard gunshots and a scream. The living room was a mess, pictures lying on the floor with their glass shattered, every drawer open with their contents dumped on the rug. They found the mother on the kitchen floor face down in a pool of her own blood, shot. The father they found in the little girl’s bedroom after following the trail of blood, he’d been shot twice. Both were beyond help, dead. Immediately they searched for anyone else in the house after making the logical assumption that the couple had children. It was a matter of seconds before they found Nana, huddled in her closet clutching a blood-stained pillow. That night had been so very long, she remembered. Nana had refused to speak to anyone and so the neighbors had supplied the information. The little girl’s name was Nana. She had three older brothers. No, they had not seen anyone suspicious – at least not more so than usual. No, they didn’t think the couple was having financial trouble. As soon as the police officer had gotten Nana’s name, another police officer began trying to question her while at the same time making sure she was fine. It’s going to be alright. Do you need anything? Do you know where your brothers are? Did you see anything? Do you want some water? Nana had mutely stared at some distant point and completely ignored the officer’s existence. “Must be shock”, she had heard them say. Shock? Well perhaps a little, but no. She just didn’t want to talk to them. Her brothers were located and came to pick her up from the police station where they had taken her. Nate looked as if he had been crying and it belatedly occurred to her that she hadn’t shed a single tear so far. She was swept into a crushing hug by her eldest brother. The questions could wait until tomorrow. The officer asked if they had a place to stay. “Yes, a family friend,” her brother had replied and then guided her out to the car where the twins were waiting. The waterworks turned on when she saw them and it was several more minutes before they actually got into the car and drove away. The next few weeks still seem like a blur. There were lots of questions (which she refused to answer) and lots of paperwork that needed to be taken care. It was decided that their maternal aunt and her husband would take over custody of the children, which meant moving to Albany. Her aunt thought it would be a nice change of pace for them all, especially Nana. However Nate wasn’t moving with them since he was starting at UCLA in a month and the siblings all agreed that he shouldn’t delay his entry, their parents had been so proud of his acceptance. So reluctantly the family had parted and life went on like normal, or well, as normal as it could be. Months passed, new evidence came up, more questions were asked, but no arrest was made. They didn’t have a suspect and their only witness wasn’t talking – needless to say it was a frustrating case and it would remain unsolved even to the present day. The police had tried getting a child psychologist to talk to Nana, but even though she spoke with him, he could only tell them that the girl was in shock and it was likely that she had repressed the memory of the traumatic event. After two years of trying to get a different reply than silence, the police finally stopped questioning her. And Nana buried it deep inside her and locked it in a box. The truth of that day, she had decided, was something she would take to her grave. Their aunt was a very kind lady and she and her husband were perhaps a little too sensitive when it came to matters about Nana. She was handled with kid gloves and given practically anything she asked for, which only meant that she was getting spoiled just the same as when her parents were alive. Of course the tiny little girl did not enjoy being spoiled, it felt too much like they were treating her special out of pity, so when Nate called one fine evening with the proposition that she come live with him Nana said yes without hesitation. Her aunt wasn’t exactly happy with the idea of sending her back to the same area where the murder occurred, but Nana emphatically expressed how much she missed her old friends and her brothers (Dan and Greg were both now attending UCLA) It was really perfect timing. Nana would get to start high school (she was now fourteen) in the school district she would have been in if life hadn’t thrown her a curve ball. It felt great to be back in a familiar area again, but she also felt a pang of sadness. It still felt a bit empty, hollow, without her mother and father around…Nana quickly fell into Nathan’s routines and added a few of her own. She picked up ballet again, threw herself into it with a passion that bordered on obsession and would occasionally worry her brother. But there were other things about Nana that worried Nate more than her renewed love of ballet, like nightmares. Since the apartment he lived in had only one room Nate shared his bed with Nana, which was how he came to discover that she had frequent nightmares. Whenever he asked her about them she would grow silent and her eyes would narrow slightly. He quickly learned that, like their parents’ death, this subject too was taboo. Nate could perceive subtle differences in her demeanor that bothered him, but Nana would suddenly surprise him with a quick smile and some praise, so he pushed those worries to the back of his mind once more. Nana did her best to keep Nathan from worrying about her; she didn’t need him fretting over her like a mother hen. After all, Nana had agreed to live with him to get away from the suffocating atmosphere of kindness. Sometimes she would purposefully push his buttons to get him to raise his voice to her. She would do stupid things to make him worry about her for a different reason than usual. All in all it was quite an enjoyable experience and she might still be living with Nate to this day if not for a little, ahem, incident when she was seventeen. It hadn’t taken much to talk Nathan into getting a larger apartment (she really did need her own room after all), so when her sixteenth birthday rolled around his present to her was the key to their new apartment… She practically did backflips of joy. It was kind of embarrassing to bring your friends over and have to explain that you still shared a bed with your older brother… but now that she had her own room, her own privacy, Nana really went into teenager-mode. Lo and behold Nathan came to learn that Nana was not interested in guys at all! He just so happened to walk in on her and another girl kissing a little over a year after moving into the new apartment – that was a big shock for big brother. Nate came to grips with it pretty fast though Dan and Greg have never stopped teasing her about it (so immature). Finally she graduated from high school, and despite pressuring from her brothers to attend UCLA in the fall, Nana chose instead to go straight to work. Well, she did more than that really. She rolled her suitcase out into the living room, declared she was mature enough to take care of herself, and then dropped the bomb that she would be moving out that very night. Nate about gagged on his glass of wine and they had a nice argument about the whole deal – mostly it was just Nate babbling about how she couldn’t possibly live on her own and Nana getting prickly whenever he said that she was “just a little girl”. Nana wasn’t about to budge. She had to get out and live on her own sometime; she couldn’t keep being coddled by her brother, and now was as good a time as any. They reached an agreement that Nana would live in her own apartment (the one she had already paid the deposit and first month’s rent for, sneaky girl) but she would come over thrice a week for dinners. Nate had wanted her to come over every night but she had argued it down to just three times, any more than that was just excessive… actually, three times a week was still excessive, but Nate had become incredibly overprotective of her and Nana had come to realize that shaking him off completely just wasn’t gonna be possible. Independence suited her well and she rather liked her new job with a small-time ballet company. Nana made new friends in the business and she could finally have people over to her apartment without having to worry about her brother’s interference – mostly in the case of, ahem, lady friends. She quickly became rather attached to the company and over the next couple years was part of several productions (that pesky brother of hers went to each one multiple times, even Dan and Greg flew out to see a couple). Nana had become a dependable member of the team, so it wasn’t too big of a surprise when one of the Russian members of the company came to her for some advice. See, he’d gotten himself into a bit of a tight spot with the m.o.b. Yeah, just as a general rule you should never borrow money from the mafia. Of course how could he have predicted that the result of him asking Nana to listen to his troubles would be that Nana paid the Russian mafia headquarters a visit? Really? I mean who in their right mind would think a 4’11” ballerina would walk straight into a den of lions like a wiling lamb to the slaughter? Needless to say the mafiosos were rather surprised as well. No, they didn’t just forgive his debt and let bygones be bygones, but she could work to help him pay it all off. Hmpf, that was just fine by her! Of course the thing they had in mind was prostitution, but that wasn’t going to work so well since most of the clientele were men and no one was going to pay her to have a nice chat. It was Nana who proposed that she be a runner of sorts for them. Who in their right mind would suspect her of carrying drugs and money for the mob? Naturally the threat of death was ever-present in the fact that if she ever fucked up, she was a goner – secretly though, the danger gave Nana such a thrill. So now it’s been two years of working two jobs, one legit and one not-so-legit, and she’s doing mighty fine. Her brothers don’t know she’s working with the mob, her friends don’t know, and the cops don’t know, so it’s a win-win-win situation. Besides that, the mobsters have started trusting her a little more (maybe they can see that she gets a bit of a kick out of doing something she isn’t supposed to), and sometimes they just send her with information rather than goods. Nana has given herself the unofficial title of Mob Messenger – she kinda likes the sound of it, not that she can ever say it out loud. [/style] |
| [atrb=vAlign,top][style=margin-top:5px; width: 90px; font-family: georgia; font-size: 10px; text-align: center; font-weight: bold; background-color: #2a2a2a; color: #ebebeb; text-transform: uppercase; padding: 3px;]OOC[/style] | [atrb=vAlign,top][style=width: 305px; margin-bottom: 10px; text-align: justify; font-family: helvetica; font-size: 10px; padding-left: 5px; border-left: 1px dotted #ebebeb;]KELN/AAFFINITIES Earth, Spirit, or Fire. Honestly though, they’re all fun. :3FACE CLAIM KATEKYO HITMAN REBORN! . DOKURO, CHROME[/style] |
