Post by Mimi Marquez on Sept 27, 2008 22:42:42 GMT -5
Mimi Marquez
The Dreamer
Your Name: Colleen
Age: 17
Time Roleplaying: 4-ish years
How'd you find us? I brought this site into the world.
Any other characters? Not yet, hehe
The Dream
Name: Mimi Marquez
Age 19
Occupation: Dancer
Sexuality: Straight
HIV/AIDS Status: Positive
The Visage
Avatar Claim: Rosario Dawson
Eye Color: Brown
Hair Color: Brown
Height: 5' 7"
Weight: 110
Facial Features: Mimi is easily recognized by her wide, almost doe-like eyes and full, pouty lips.
Anything Else? Nopers.
Overall Dress/Appearance: Opting out on this section, thanks.
The Demeanor
Overall Personality: Mimi's a sweet, fun-loving girl, who lives in the now, not fearing the future or regretting the past. While she may not be happy with the things that have put her where she is, she won't admit it to anyone, and spends most of her time telling others to do the same. Life's too short to spend time worrying about the would'ves, could'ves, and should'ves. What's done is done, and time is much better spent making the best of what you've got.
Her friends are her life, and she won't stand for anyone giving any of them grief. Cross her once and she probably won't think well of you again. She's quick to forgive, but doesn't forget vices against her, and is the type to throw things back in your face at a later date should you be dumb enough to cross her again. While she can be the sweetest girl you've ever known, Mimi also has quite the temper, and it's in one's best interest not to set her off.
What is your character's deepest secret? Absolutely hates her job. Often feels like less of a person because of her situation in life. Feels unworthy of the people she's surrounded by.
What is your character's strongest desire? To finally be clean, find a decent job, and be able to live happily with Roger.
The Past
Family:
Previous and Current Romantic Relationships: Dated Benny for a time about 6 months ago, currently involved with Roger.
History: Mimi was born and raised in Manhattan, learning at an early age that the world was an incredibly screwed up place that couldn't accept those who were different. Her father died when she was 11, the news causing her mother to vanish one night from grief. From then on she spent her life on the streets. At 13, she managed to get a job at the Cat Scratch Club lying about her age to get off the streets. She quickly became friends with the other dancers, enjoying her job at the club far more than her life on the streets.
The death of her parents had a horrible affect on Mimi’s life, causing her to get into drugs to try and numb the pain. It didn’t work, but she’d been on the heroin for so long already she’d formed her addiction and couldn’t get herself off the stuff. She was depressed and distant for a year, keeping to herself and blowing off any plans she’d made for herself. She became a sort of hermit, coming out of her apartment, only to eat or work. Despite her life crumbling around her, she found light in her best friend, Angel Dumott Schunard, and lives happily, not regretting the past nor dreading the future.
((Yep, recycling my crappy history from GBA. Might fix it later, night not. For now, this'll work.))
Let Us Begin...
RP Sample: Mimi sighed to herself as she contemplated the packet in front of her. The white powder seemed completely harmless, but it had done more damage to her life than she could describe. Roger'd kill her if he saw her with it, regardless if she were planning on using or not. She was supposed to be on the road to recovery, not taking steps backward. But, God, this was so hard! And it hurt. She'd been doing good; it had been two whole weeks since her last hit. The only thing was that now she was in so much pain she could barely see straight.
Roger had been there through most of it, having been through withdrawal before and knowing firsthand how God-awful it was. But, she'd convinced him to get out of the apartment for a bit today, if only for his own sanity. He tended to get destructive when in the same place for too long; she'd learned that early on. With him out of the house, she was free to slip backward don the hill if she desired. One hit wouldn't hurt ... No Mimi! she told herself furiously. You promised him you'd stop. Promised you'd clean up. Don't give up now.
With a small gurgle of frustration she stood, taking the packet in her hand, then striding to the window. Without a second thought, she tossed the little bag of smack out the window, turning away and going into the living room before she could think about what she was doing and jump after it. A tremor ran down her spine as she settled on the couch, sending spasms of pain through her body. Good lord, how did Roger live through six months of this?
The Dreamer
Your Name: Colleen
Age: 17
Time Roleplaying: 4-ish years
How'd you find us? I brought this site into the world.
Any other characters? Not yet, hehe
The Dream
Name: Mimi Marquez
Age 19
Occupation: Dancer
Sexuality: Straight
HIV/AIDS Status: Positive
The Visage
Avatar Claim: Rosario Dawson
Eye Color: Brown
Hair Color: Brown
Height: 5' 7"
Weight: 110
Facial Features: Mimi is easily recognized by her wide, almost doe-like eyes and full, pouty lips.
Anything Else? Nopers.
Overall Dress/Appearance: Opting out on this section, thanks.
The Demeanor
Overall Personality: Mimi's a sweet, fun-loving girl, who lives in the now, not fearing the future or regretting the past. While she may not be happy with the things that have put her where she is, she won't admit it to anyone, and spends most of her time telling others to do the same. Life's too short to spend time worrying about the would'ves, could'ves, and should'ves. What's done is done, and time is much better spent making the best of what you've got.
Her friends are her life, and she won't stand for anyone giving any of them grief. Cross her once and she probably won't think well of you again. She's quick to forgive, but doesn't forget vices against her, and is the type to throw things back in your face at a later date should you be dumb enough to cross her again. While she can be the sweetest girl you've ever known, Mimi also has quite the temper, and it's in one's best interest not to set her off.
What is your character's deepest secret? Absolutely hates her job. Often feels like less of a person because of her situation in life. Feels unworthy of the people she's surrounded by.
What is your character's strongest desire? To finally be clean, find a decent job, and be able to live happily with Roger.
The Past
Family:
- Father -- Unknown, to her anyway. (deceased)
- Mother -- Maria Marquez (missing)
Previous and Current Romantic Relationships: Dated Benny for a time about 6 months ago, currently involved with Roger.
History: Mimi was born and raised in Manhattan, learning at an early age that the world was an incredibly screwed up place that couldn't accept those who were different. Her father died when she was 11, the news causing her mother to vanish one night from grief. From then on she spent her life on the streets. At 13, she managed to get a job at the Cat Scratch Club lying about her age to get off the streets. She quickly became friends with the other dancers, enjoying her job at the club far more than her life on the streets.
The death of her parents had a horrible affect on Mimi’s life, causing her to get into drugs to try and numb the pain. It didn’t work, but she’d been on the heroin for so long already she’d formed her addiction and couldn’t get herself off the stuff. She was depressed and distant for a year, keeping to herself and blowing off any plans she’d made for herself. She became a sort of hermit, coming out of her apartment, only to eat or work. Despite her life crumbling around her, she found light in her best friend, Angel Dumott Schunard, and lives happily, not regretting the past nor dreading the future.
((Yep, recycling my crappy history from GBA. Might fix it later, night not. For now, this'll work.))
Let Us Begin...
RP Sample: Mimi sighed to herself as she contemplated the packet in front of her. The white powder seemed completely harmless, but it had done more damage to her life than she could describe. Roger'd kill her if he saw her with it, regardless if she were planning on using or not. She was supposed to be on the road to recovery, not taking steps backward. But, God, this was so hard! And it hurt. She'd been doing good; it had been two whole weeks since her last hit. The only thing was that now she was in so much pain she could barely see straight.
Roger had been there through most of it, having been through withdrawal before and knowing firsthand how God-awful it was. But, she'd convinced him to get out of the apartment for a bit today, if only for his own sanity. He tended to get destructive when in the same place for too long; she'd learned that early on. With him out of the house, she was free to slip backward don the hill if she desired. One hit wouldn't hurt ... No Mimi! she told herself furiously. You promised him you'd stop. Promised you'd clean up. Don't give up now.
With a small gurgle of frustration she stood, taking the packet in her hand, then striding to the window. Without a second thought, she tossed the little bag of smack out the window, turning away and going into the living room before she could think about what she was doing and jump after it. A tremor ran down her spine as she settled on the couch, sending spasms of pain through her body. Good lord, how did Roger live through six months of this?
