Starr Roshan
Posts : 7
Points : 6
Join date : 2010-03-18
Age : 34
Location : Canada~
 | Subject: Starr Roshan  Fri Mar 19, 2010 2:50 am | |
|  Name:Starr [[Starlet]] RoshanRank:Die Edler FrauAge: Two-Thousand, Six Hundred & Sixty-nineGender:Female . . . . . .  Arbitrate
Starr tend to be very determined when it comes to a choice. She always looks for the best, mostly brutal, options first and then doesn't seem to stop herself on the way. She is very dedicated to her works and ways of living. Job wise; She will take a given task with ease, no questions asked, and complete it to a tee. In her own way, she is a bit of a perfectionist when it comes to her being very determined.
Sassy
With a quick mouth, Starr tends to be a bit of an Arrogant bitch. She believes to find herself greater then most people, even if she wasn't the wealthiest person alive. With a swift 'take to the hand' gesture, she tends to stick her nose in the air and snarl at the person near her. A prudent, stuck up wench indeed.
Egocentric
With every bad-ass woman alive, there tends to be a bigger ego then they hair style upon her head. It is her needs before others. She pampers herself like a little queen and must have things her way, though, this plays quite well when she had to fight a foe or betrayer of the organization. With this, she's offering all kinds of attitude.
Tantalizing
Starr seems to think she is strutting hot stuff. With her rather high maintenance attitude she offers a bit more of a 'show' to everyone else around her. She is a first class tease act. With a swagger of her hips or a slight curve to her spine, she creates awkward situations and something intriguing moments. This personality trait tends to be a normal, everyday one. Quite handy sometimes.
Her personality tends to be an average bratty behavior. But she does offer a stronger side to it. She has her serious side for when she needs to do a job or fight. She is a very spunky woman with a ton of surprises up her sleeves. She is very persuasive, naive, quick-witted, cocky all mixed into one form.This is what makes Starr herself.. . . . . .   ~Bount Doll~This young woman stands a perfect height of Five foot Nine with a more curvaceous appeal to flawlessly sculpt her body. Her skin, soft and smooth, glowing a light ivory mixed with a neutral creamy peach to create a more ravishing complexion, complimenting her every inch or well built structure. Her hair, in a short bobbed hair style, keeping it easier to keep care of whilst working, flows with a strawberry cream colour, creating a sweet cherry pink colour. With her hair as sweet as fruit, her eyes offer a more candied colour. A cotton candy blue creates a mirror affect within her glossy eyes, giving her a mystical look to her already gorgeous figure. The young woman chooses to wear a more scantly attire, showing off her well built aspects of her body. With an ample bust and luscious thighs, the woman was built almost amazon like, giving her a slight advantage in her combat. Over all, this woman is a pristine, gorgeous woman, with nothing to hide or be ashamed of. . . . . . . Likes: [x]Classical Music[x]
[X]]Playing the Violin[X]
[x]Witty People[x]
[X]Men [x] Women[X]
[x]Persistant/Stubborn People [x]
[X]A Good Fight/Chase[X]
[x]Being Controlled [x]Dislikes: [x]Alcholics[x]
[X]]Heavy Smokers[X]
[x]Quitters[x]
[X]Bulky Men[X]
[x]SoreLosers and Winners [x]
[X]Skantly Clad Harlets[X]
[x]Being Submissive all the time/ Obeying Commands[x]Crushes:Starr currently has no intrest in anyone, she believe emotions are a waste of time.. . . . . .  Life seemed to always seem to be easy for the Roshan family. With a very rich father and a young spoiled daughter, life seemed to just become better. Rotty Roshan, a wealthy Accountant, was unique in many aspects. The Roshan bloodline was always full of surprises, allowing their traits to trace back to several years back into a certain kind of career.Bountou. The air to the Roshan tradition was always given to a male figure, but, Rotty's late wife, Mary, bore only a daughter, only to pass away a weak later due to a heart attack. Rotty was left to raise Starr, also known as Starrlet; Named after his mother Scarlet. Starr was always spoiled from day one, being the only child of the family. Her persistent attitude began to develop at the small age of five, where a simple tantrum would cure the issue. She was always a Daddy's Girl. Now, being born into a more powerful bloodline, she was handed down her mother’s necklace, a gift for the aspiring child. This gift was something that sparked her interest in the family business, causing her to gain a powerful determined will do improve in her choice of career. With this, she was enrolled in a few classes and courses that would add to her fighting styles. As a child, she was enrolled into: Ballet, Gymnastics, Figure Skating, Fencing, and Track. Each sport consisted of different attributes that would train her physically and mentally for her set goal, to become a powerful Bountou. Several years began to pass, the young woman becoming older with time. Her grandmother passed and left her a hefty will payment, allowing her to move out of the home with her father. With her own free will, she moved out of the house and enrolled herself into the War. She was a Russian woman, so the war was something great for their generation. She fought her time in the Second World War and ended up coming out with a more tough feel to her. She didn't enjoy the war but it was something that was going to shape her forever. She fled Russia and travelled to Japan, where she began to live her life out of the war aspect. She hid herself within the culture and began to adapt to their life style, coming to pick up on their language and their ways of life. She adapted to the Japanese life style and tried to push her past behind her.
One day, living in her 'normal' life she stumbled upon a more eerie figure within the distance, slouched over against the wall and breathing as if it was harmed. She rushed over to the figure and began to speak with it, coming to see if it was alright. The creature snapped at the girl, leaving her little option but to do something in defence. She glanced about and grabbed a bar in the distances and clubbed the poor thing across the head, knocking it unconscious. She was unsure what this human like creature was but she ended up dragging it back to her place, coming to hold it in a bit of an imprisonment and ended up caring for the thing. Odd, yes, the poor thing was living in her cellar. She had no idea whether it was an animal or lost child so she posted up fliers around town and left life to take its course. For a few weeks, she ended up feeding, taking care of, and somewhat bringing the thing back to health, with scars and bruises along the way. This thing was vicious and just a pain. She found a number whilst strolling through few ads in the paper and explained the ordeal. With no hesitation, the man stopped by and took care of the issue, leaving her to wonder what exactly the issue was. The man explained to her what her father hadn't, coming to piece the matter together about what her father’s real career was. The man took interest on how she found this thing and managed to keep it in a continued space for so long. She explained the situation and offered her a 'job' with what she knew would change her entire life.
. . . . . .  The sky was a dim blue, mixing in with a dull grey to create a new colour for the sky to shine on such a white blissful day. The wind, blowing east, was rather light and brisk; something rare on such a cold day. A small, muffled shuffling noise could be heard, faintly, as a figure wandered past the gates of the school. A young woman wandered in the bitter cold with nothing but her uniform and a thin black and green plaid coat, it's appearance cottony and warm. In the woman's right hand was a big, thick book, wrapped with a bright red ribbon; almost like a present. She ceased in her tracks, coming to stop in the middle of the courtyard, as her eyes glanced up at the tall clock tower. Her Husky blue hues seemed to gleam with a happier look to them once she laid her eyes upon the gorgeous structure; becoming inspired.Her hands clutched a hold of the thick book, almost like she became gleeful about her sudden inspiration. Where does on gain a excellent view of such a marvelous sight? One that isn't a blissful wonderland of fluffy white..She peered around her, seeing the higher floors of the building, gaining a curious look. She had never dared to step in such an area, knowing she'd regret the decision. She heard the rooms were always occupied with tons of men and woman. Rumors are Rumors, maybe there was something more to it. The young lady tugged her lower lip into a slight biting hold before becoming light on her feet, rushing onward to the doors of the building. She was rather cold by this point and standing around outside in the cold wouldn't save her form getting ill. With a swift motion, her free hand reached out and grasped a hold of the cold metal that was the Door knob and pulled the door open, whispering in quickly to only then become embraced with a heated gust of warm wind. The building was rather hot this eve. She shook her head slightly , to be rid of the flakes of snow that had fallen atop of her, and with no hesitation practically tore off her jacket to prevent her from freezing. Today was an odd day for her, and it was showing. She quickly fixed herself, fluffing off her uniform, to prevent water stains, and fixed her Ivory white hair. A slightly shiver quickly grazed the curve of her spine, causing her tog asp a bit, only to start a chain reaction of bringing a rosy pink blush upon her cheeks. There still seemed to be a determination in her mind, wanting to capture that gorgeous view of that clock tower. Something about it rung a tune n her mind and created a vision of beauty. An artistic eye.
With a careful movement, she became light on her feet once more, dashing the halls to find the stairs that led to that room she saw fitting. Click clack went the sound of her black shoes upon the steps, creating a quick paced rhythm, leaving her still determined. The travel was quite the run, from one flight of stairs to the next she scurried faster, trying to save time before anything happened. It was odd for a student to just run the halls like that, but nothing to out of the ordinary. A few moments seemed to pass before she finally reached the top of the final stairs, leaving her with a hallway and quite the number of doors. It seemed like quite the bother to just find that one room, but her stubborn side strolled in and made her rather irked at how she had to find the room. She calmed herself for a moment, taking in a few deep breaths to make sure she was still breathing.She seemed less worried about herself and more worried about the things yet to come, people she'd bump into, the permission she'd have to ask for and so forth. A simple shake of her head was just her response to he thoughts, coming to wander down the hall. She approached the first door and knocked lightly upon it, hoping no one would answer. Sadly, there was one. She bowed her head in shame and spoke to the person before the door shut. She then scurried over to the next, and once more got shot down with rejection. She mad her apologies and moved forth, still receiving a few of the same answers. After all, who'd want to have a disturbance in the room, with all the etches and scratched a pencil can make upon a rough sheet of Bristol. When all hope became lost she came by a music room, hearing a faint chatter aside from behind the doors. She furrowed her brows a bit to only quickly grasp a hold of the door handles and turn them slightly, opening it up a smidge. The young woman popped her head in sightly and glanced around, to only see a class view of the tower she had admired form the outside up. Her Husky blue hues glistened with glee before she fully stepped in, keeping herself quiet. She wasn't going to door this chance away. She slightly, and hopefully quietly, closed the door behind her and stood there for a moment, allowing her eyes to become amazed with more then just the sight of a master piece. The room was well decorated with a fancy style, it made her feel more warm and welcomed. "What is this place?" she spoke in a lull voice, allowing herself to get lost in the enchantment of the room. She quickly gasped and covered brought her hands to cup her mouth, trying to cover up the fact she spoke. But such a gesture required both hands, leaving that thick book to collide with the floor, creating a loud thud upon the ceramic tiles of the room.
The young woman felt her eyes widen, leaving her in a state of panic. She quickly knelt down and began to scrounge up the papers that slipped out of the book, her face redder then a tomato in full ripen.She had hoped her incident might have gone unseen.. | |
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