Post by Noa Cartanelli on Sept 17, 2008 9:22:58 GMT -5
“what is your name?
Noa Alexander Cartanelli
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Noa Alexander Cartanelli
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“who are you, really?
YOUR NAME -- Sophie.OTHER CHARACTERS -- Jacqueline Dawson.
CONTACT INFO -- PM + MSN only. Ask and we’ll work something out.
“tell me about yourself.
[/sup][/center] FULL NAME -- Noa Alexander Cartanelli.NICKNAMES -- Noaly, Cartanelli
AGE AND BIRTHDATE -- 19 years old / March 13, 1989.
GENDER -- Male.
YEAR -- Year 13
SEXUAL ORIENTATION -- Bisexual.
NATIONALITY -- 1/4 Danish, 1/4 Italian, 2/4 English.
RELIGION -- Agnostic.
BIRTHPLACE -- London, England.
HOMETOWN -- Wapping, London, England.
CURRENT RESIDENCE -- On campus.
“what do you look like?
[/sup][/center] HAIR -- The hair is brown and often in a bit of a tousled hairstyle. EYES -- Green and somewhat intense.
HEIGHT/WEIGHT -- 181 centimeters / 69 kilograms.
BODY TYPE -- A slender young man. Perhaps some would say a bit too thin, but he will beg to differ.
OVERALL HEALTH -- Physically, he is fine. Mentally, he’s still scarred from his part. Suffers from slight claustrophobia.
OTHER NOTABLE TRAITS -- A small scar on his his upper right cheek.
* In Vino Veritas tattooed vertically from his right wrist and nine centimeters upwards towards the elbow.
* In memoriam Sophia tattooed into the palm of his left hand in small lettering (in a style similar to Courier New).
PLAY BY -- Mathias Lauridsen
“how do you perceive yourself?
[/sup][/center] LIKES -- Quietness, privacy, drawing, reading, small gatherings, music, films, reality escapes, the lie he has made up about his past, his grandmother above all else.DISLIKES -- His parents (but for two very different reasons), violence (though he may go there), his family history, usually dislikes it when people get too close to him, too many people cramped in a too little place, confrontations, talking about emotions, the lie he has created about his past because he feels very deceitful towards those that actually are his friends, the fear that he will never truly trust anyone again, this cold feeling called loneliness, compliments seeing as he isn't really sure how to deal with them.
WORST FEAR -- To be reunited with his father + for someone to discover his true family history.
BIGGEST SECRET OR REGRET -- Biggest secret: his father used to beat him up / Biggest regret: that he, Noa, told his mother his father was cheating on her.
GREATEST AMBITION -- To find true, selfless happiness.
DEFINING QUALITY -- Noa knows how to keep his mouth shut if information is handed to him that should not be heard by anyone else. He is, all in all, extremely reliable.
IDIOSYNCRASIES -- He always has a piece of paper and a pen on him; he almost always draws; he keeps a bit to himself; he throws the paper out if he makes a mistake instead of just erasing it and continuing the work; loves the night due to the silence; always triple-checks if the door is locked before he goes to bed; never picks up the phone if he doesn’t know the number that’s calling.
PERSONALITY
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“what about your life?
[/sup][/center] FAMILY FATHER -- Marcus Williams, age 47, Judge in the Supreme Court.
SIBLINGS -- None.
OTHER NOTABLE RELATIVES -- His grandmother Calienna Cartanelli, who is his legal guardian these days.
[/ul]BIOGRAPHY
April 28, 2004 -- Noa finally finishes his application for Karsun Academy, though he’s pretty sure he won’t get in.
May 3, 2004 -- Callienna goes to Dublin. The application would hardly have arrived, but she needed to talk to the headmaster/headmistress. She explains the importance of Noa getting away from London.
May 6, 2004 -- The Head is somewhat moved by the story, but knows it isn’t all it takes to get in. Therefore he/she is utterly pleased when the application finally arrives with some of his work. He’s got talent as well.
September 2004 -- Noa begins his first day at Karsun Academy. He knows the Head knows about him, but a conversation the two in between makes it obvious that Noa doesn’t want anyone to know.
From there on -- Noa’s been walking a bit on his own, though he has made some friends of his own by now. He likes it here, away from everything, but has still not got past what has happened to him.
Karsun-related, Noa is known to be very good at seeing things visually. He has drawn most of his life and through it he has obtained this way of knowing how to set up images. He's really good at seeing things from a different angle, perhaps he'll suggest you shoot something from an otherwise unthought of angle in order for something completely different to shine through. All in all, he has a great visual eye though he'd never want to direct. He likes doing the smaller things, the things normal people would just look aside from. He likes to think that he has some sort of anonymity to him.
[/ul] SAMPLE RP
The darkness has fallen by the time the car turns down Le Boulevard du Bonheur. District 23 is thereby left behind in favour of The Borderlines, which main street is more or less deserted. Only a few girls sneak about in the shadows of the houses in an attempt to hide from the passing cars and pedestrians. They are known as The Innocent. Young and pure of appearances despite the fact that they by now have lost their virginity to some random, middle-aged man, who found their delicate porcelain skin and far from fully developed bodies arousing.
While the car slowly drives down the street, they cover themselves nicely up in their jackets so the costumes that with their diversities lure with the satisfaction of every possible lust are no longer visible. A girl dressed in a red body stocking in a material similar to leather, which against her tiny figure only illuminates the fact, that she is not a day past fourteen, seeks refuge in the staircase with the number 11. A graceless flight, which, due to the knee high boots with the nine centimetre high heels, does not happen with huge haste.
Normally he would shoot her presence here to be that of the second week, but something about the destroyed gaze, so painfully obvious even though he barely got to look into the eyes before they were turned guiltily downwards, makes him go lower. The self-hatred bears witness of a recent first customer. Three, maybe four days ago, which means her debut on Le Boulevard du Bonheur occurred sometime during this week. The young girls never go untouched for long. A virgin is a rare, but covetable article here.
While the car slowly drives down the street, they cover themselves nicely up in their jackets so the costumes that with their diversities lure with the satisfaction of every possible lust are no longer visible. A girl dressed in a red body stocking in a material similar to leather, which against her tiny figure only illuminates the fact, that she is not a day past fourteen, seeks refuge in the staircase with the number 11. A graceless flight, which, due to the knee high boots with the nine centimetre high heels, does not happen with huge haste.
Normally he would shoot her presence here to be that of the second week, but something about the destroyed gaze, so painfully obvious even though he barely got to look into the eyes before they were turned guiltily downwards, makes him go lower. The self-hatred bears witness of a recent first customer. Three, maybe four days ago, which means her debut on Le Boulevard du Bonheur occurred sometime during this week. The young girls never go untouched for long. A virgin is a rare, but covetable article here.
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