Anastacia Haydin

Anastacia Haydin Dec 31, 2008 19:24:09 GMT

Post by Anastacia Haydin on Dec 31, 2008 19:24:09 GMT

Basic Information

Full Name: Anastacia Hillary Haydin.

Nickname(s): Cia.

Age: 18

Hometown: 3 Highton Close, Uptown. (One of the richest areas of town.)

Appearance

Hair: Just to shoulder length; longish bob cut into stylish layers. Dyed black.

Eyes: Chocolate Brown.

Body: Cia's of average height and build, toned from years of dance and martial arts.

Usual Clothing: When not in her ShockSuit Cia will wear slightly "rebellious" clothing. They're often in black and highly stylish or expensive.

Distinguishing Features: A tattoo at the bottom of her neck, on her back of a black peace sign. She also has her lip pierced and will often wear a stud in it. Just not during physical training.

Family

Mother: Hillary Millicent Haydin, 45, Member of Congress.

Father: Alexander Roger Haydin, 47, Surgeon.

Siblings: None.

Other Significant Relatives: Aunt: Alicia Huntington, Hillary's sister; the wild child in comparison to Hillary. Has more time and understanding for Cia.

Short Bio: Cia is the epitomy of a pampered princess. She has had everything she could possibly desire her whole life. Somehow, however, she has managed to remain a normally dispositioned child, with just a little recklessness about her. Both her parents, though rich, are incredibly busy and rarely give Cia the time of day other than to make sure she portrays the right outer image to the public. Maybe this is why she has been able to act like a normal person; she has been deprived in some ways just like anyone else, and she hasn't had the company of her parents therefore doesn't share their narrowed pompous viewpoints.

Since she was born Cia has been looked after by house keeper after house keeper. She never became incredibly close to them as they were continually changing every few years or so. The only consistancy in her life has been her aunt who lived nearby. Cia was always going to her house at the weekends when she had nothing else to do. When she later became interested in dance it was her aunt who watched her productions and performances. In a strange way though Nat never saw her as a mother, or became overly attached to her. Both her aunt, her mother and she are all every independant so Cia has learnt to live on her own. She takes influences from her mother's determination and focus, and her aunt's passion and imagination (her aunt being a semi-famous fashion designer).

She likes the way she has grown and become her own person and isn't overly arrogant. Nor does she have low self-esteem. She's a fairly normally, slightly rebellious teenager.

Friends

Team Members: Will be added later.

Best Friend: None so far.

Other Friends: None so far.

Girlfriend/Boyfriend(?): None so far.

School Popularity: Cia would be 7. She's very friendly and out-going and she enjoys helping others. However, because she's reasonably attractive and smart her offers to help can sometimes seem like boasting. She can also be a little bossy when she knows she's right about something. People also tend to dislike or distrust her for being from a rich background.

Other Information

Subjects You Character Takes: Biology, Chemistry, English Literature.

Languages Your Character Takes: Japanese and Russian.

Clubs Your Character is a Member of: Kick-Boxing, Extreme Sports, and Poker/Cards.

Best Subject: The Englishs, Etiquette (because she comes from the upper classes) and Strategy and Tactics. She's also pretty good at Criminal Psychology.

Worst Subject: Cia doesn't much like Geography, Mathematics or the Sciences.

Specific Skills: Cia has a serious adrenaline complex and is very understanding of others leading to good grades in her criminal psychology. She also, due to years of dance and martial arts, has incredible stamina if not speed.

Personality:
THE PAMPERED PRINCESS
Cia's background is something she can't really hide. Her mother is famous due to politics and anyone in the field of surgery is respectful of her father. She doesn't much care for the money her family has though as she sees money as being a direct link to the pompous and arrogant behaviours of her parents. Instead she tries to down-play her priviledged upbringing and focus on her own skills.

THE REBEL TEEN
Cia has never dipped into any illegal substances like many do at her age, but has stayed away from anything harmful. She knows vaguely how to use a gun but attending the Academy will be the first time she's ever truly learnt. Her dress sense and choice of make-up indicate that she likes to be a little wild and unique but is also conscious of how she looks to others. She liked to try and act tough and casual and normal in order to out-balance the stereotypical rich kid people think she'll be once they find out her name.

THE AGENT
Cia is a strong, confident, and determined person. She has little fear for situations until afterwards when she practically goes into hysterics. This means that, at least during the missions, she keeps a cool head and is able to keep her team together. Her love of adrenaline and speed means that she has good control over vehicles and is one of the better Sky Bikers (if not the best) in her year. She's less good and keeping facts and figures in her head and so isn't so confident on computers or in working out codes or combinations.

Sample Roleplay:
"You gonna be alright Anna?"

Cia ground her teeth. She hated that nickname. Miss Haydin, daughter of the high-profile politician Hillary Haydin bent low to fasten her trainers. They were fat and bulky; skater sneakers, but they worked with the performance theme. Sitting on the hard bench, Cia didn't look at her co-dancer as she spoke.

"I'm fine Laurie, I only twisted it yesterday; nothing's broken or sprained." She looked up a little, her dark hair falling softly to frame her face. Her fingers were still routinely tying her laces. She smiled a little and then turned her attention back to her feet. The girl standing beside her, with long blonde hair pulled into a braid was typical of teenagers in Uptown. Her skin was flawless from the money spent on cosmetics and her teeth perfectly even. Her hair was in glossy condition and probably the pride of her appearance when it hung loose in a shiny curtain down her back. Cia couldn't understand girls' liking for long tendrils; they just bugged her. Her own mop of naturally straight hair cut short about an inch off of her chin.

"You should be more careful on the stairs." Was Laurie's reply. Cia just gave a tight smile. There wasn't any way she could tell the girl that she hadn't actually fallen down the stairs. That had been a cover story. Instead, she had had an argument with her father, as was usual on a friday afternoon and slammed the front door on her way out. She'd pulled her wrist in the force she had exerted on the handle. Damnit. She had closed that door with a loud bang every day she'd had a dance practice and yet it was the day before the concert performance that it caused her an injury. Just her luck. Somehow it seemed as if that house gave her more trouble than it was worth. She hated it.

But it wasn't exactly as if she could move out. What would the press and papers say? Mrs Haydin, major player in the local government, can't control her own daughter. Row ensued at their place of residence as young Miss Haydin left in a storming fury... Great. She'd never hear the end of it. She hated being in that house but she hated the idea of causing a media scandal even more. She only ever associated with people from Uptown and would never see the end of the whispers and looks. Not to mention that she'd damage her mother's career. She might not like the woman but she wasn't about to maliciously set out to harm the one thing Hillary Haydin cherished. Yeah... definitely the thing she most cherished. Cia didn't think she even made it into the top ten. But then she tended to prefer it that way so who was she to complain? At least the distance from her mother meant that she could live a relatively independant life without worry. It would have been really annoying if her mother was still trying to convert her into a mini-politician. Cia was lucky that the woman had realised that she was a lost cause and given up.

Finishing with her laces Cia uncurled her lean frame from where she had been sitting on the wooden bench and stood at her full 5 foot 7. She wasn't the tallest person around but she was tall enough. She shook her feet out a little to loosen up her legs the large khaki pants she was wearing shaking about. They cut off just below her knee similar to surfer shorts, leaving her shapely calves on display. Her top half was clad in a simple white, fitted, vest top. On her wrists were sweat bands and a fake tattoo was transfered onto one bicep. Her make-up was a little excessive so that the audience could see her expression. Looking around her, everyone else was dressed in a similar fashion. Dropping her gaze to the bench she had just vacated Cia stooped and picked up the large gangster-style baseball hat and pulled it on, slightly off-center. Around her neck hung a slim silver chain.

Cia moved towards one of the large mirrors lining the back wall and stood before one analysing her appearance and costume. She didn't usually wear these kinda of clothes but she was performing a street-come-break dance on stage in the next half hour and she had to be dressed for the part. Laurie came up behind her.

"That style suits you so much better than me Anna. I can't understand why they made us dress this way; it's utterly aweful." Cia resisted rolling her eyes. It was true that her black hair and pale skin gave her a tougher and rougher appearance than the other girls in the changing rooms. Many of them were also giving their attire a reproachful glare. They hadn't signed up for this performance. Instead they had joined the dance group for pilates and ballet. Cia had enjoyed the formal dance just as much as they had but she was the only one who had managed to hold onto her joy when the regime moved onto street dancing. She, in fact, loved this style more than ballet. She felt that you were a lot freer to express yourself with something that didn't have so many techniques and appropriate rules of movement.

Cia didn't really bother to give Lauria an answer but that was okay. The girl didn't really need one. They had all learnt that Cia was quite quiet and never said anything unless she had something profound to communicate. The truth was she just didn't enjoy engaging in idle gossip like this girls did. She just didn't fit in with the heiress cliche. Instead she had a wilder and more creative spirit from her aunt that she harboured, fed, and fueled as much as possible. She believed it was what made her different, and reveled in it. She was proud of her reckless psyche. That didn't stop her from knowing, however, that it was unappropriate in certain circles, such as these. She knew when not to cross the line.

A yell called over the heads of the girls milling around Cia, and Cia's spine straightened a little.

"Alright girls! You know what you're doing! Cia I want you up frotn on the right; you know when to move to the center. Aim for about a metre from the right edge of the stage!"

Cia nodded. "Yes Ma'am!"

Her teacher, Madam Jenson, then moved on to instruct the others in exactly the position they would be standing in regards to the stage they were performing on. Cia shook out her hands a little and blew a breath out between tight lips. She felt, as usual, all her anxiety leave her as she strode forwards through the crowd and out onto the stage. She couldn't see anything of the audience as they were seperated from the dancers by a deep red curtain. Placing herself in the right position Cia listened to the hubb-bubb and general chatter seeping through the thick velvet towards her. The hall they were performing in was famous for it's performances by the talented young. Many talent scouts and company officials visited certain performances that could hold teenagers they look for. It was the dream of many a young girl to perform on that stage and be chosen. It was a one-in-a-million chance but they still dreamed. Cia didn't bother. She wasn't really sure where her life was going or what she was going to do with it but she did know that she danced simply because the physical exertion of it made her feel good; alive. It made her feel... dirty. It was like her entire existence had been clean and perfect. Money, nice clothes, etc. When she danced she became hot, sweaty and it made her feel tougher and stronger. She put her all into every performance so that she could feel pleased with her effort.

Shaking out her hands and feet again, Cia looked down at the large trainers she wore and tried to block out the noise from the crowds. She needed to focus solely on the music and her co-dancers if she was going to make a success of the performance. She knew, anyway that there was no-one in the audience to watch her but she didn't care. She wasn't going to let her lack of parental support stop her from feeling strong.

Cia turned her head and watched as the other girls, and some boys, moved out onto the stage into their positions. Laurie had the central position for this one but Cia knew that it wouldn't be for long. All three of them; Cia, Lauria and another girl Hydi would be getting the front spotlight, but Cia had the harder routine to pull off in it. Hers involved actual break dancing. That's why she was the only one wearing a hat- it was easier when your hair wasn't in the way. Now, the black strands were forced to remain down by her face, rather than fly about at the speed of her movements.

"Start positions" Called a voice and Cia bent into the correct pose. She started in a crouched position, one leg extended straight. One hand was on the groud fingers splayed while the other shot up behind her. Her face was pointed forwards. She was ready.

Cia heard the mircophone on the other side of the curtain be tapped and waited patiently, her muscles tensing, ready to hold the position until the third beat of the music. A calm, male voice introduced them as a dance company group and the music began. Hard, thumping beats resonated out of speakers and the curtains moved back, momentarily blinding Cia as the main lights shone down on them. Then, as her que came through the music Cia began to move.

Post by Anastacia Haydin on Dec 31, 2008 19:24:09 GMT

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