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 Posted: Tue Dec 02, 2008 2:41 pm
★Hoshi's Current List of Characters★ _____________________________________________________ [✗] Coruli Levis
_____◊ Male
_____◊ Nineteen
_____◊ Kes'sarria
_____◊ Performer
_____◊ Goldenrod[✗]
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Posted: Tue Dec 02, 2008 2:43 pm
 Cσяuℓι ℓεvιs By Any Other Name : Coruli Levis, originally Coruli Mauio, but I’d prefer simply Cor.
Count the Days : It’s been nineteen years already?
Skirts or Pants? : For the last time, I am a male. Stop asking. Just because I look better than you in a dress…
Where I Call Home : With a face and frame like this, isn’t it obvious? – Kes'sarria.
For A Living? : The attitude, the flare for drama, the legs – Performer.
Amateur or Expert? : Merely at the Starter Tier, but give me time.
Earn My Way : A proud member of the Aralin Theatre Troupe.
Hear My Prayers : --- ση thε σutsιdε – They Grow Up So Fast! : Five feet, nine inches
Natural Veil : Jet black
Window To The World : Blood red
What The Mirror Cries : I am Kes'sarrian through and through, considering my extremely dark hair and strangely-colored eyes. My hair's fairly long, reaching just above the small of my back, and is the exact color of night. Normally, I've got it tied back in a simple clip, just to make things easier. My eyes are a dark red-brown, sticking out on my pale skin. As if to draw attention away from my eyes, I have a tattoo directly in the center of my forehead- an awkward curve with a line in the middle. It means something rather important to me. No, I'm not telling you what.
As previously stated, I'm not too tall for a guy, but that's never caused me too much of a problem. I'm slender, almost willowy, which is a wonderful thing in my line of work. However, don't be deceived; I can fight better than my body says I can. My hair, combined with my misleadingly delicate body structure, and effeminate features, is what get me mistaken for a woman half the time. This can get irritating. So what if I'm androgyny personified? It's helped me out of a jam before.
Clothing-wise... well, that's depends on whether I'm on stage or off. While I'm performing, I'll be wearing anything from a garish clown's outfit to a frilly, lace dress. But I'm not quite that ostentatious in real life. Well, in my clothing choice. Typically, I'm in some dark robes, ranging black to dark gray that are punctured by hints of brightness, like yellow or cyan. Always, I have on a hooded gray cloak- it's great for all traveling and sneaking about purposes!
Rose’s Thorns : A whip that is normally twisted around my waist or my wrist in some odd attempt at fashion or subtly. What? It’s inconvenient to have to lug around some heavy weapon. It’s not like I can’t pull it out at a moments notice! … okay, I suppose it is good that I’m fast enough to avoid blows. If I'm actually trying to hurt somebody, I will reach for my wheels, but most of the time, I'm content with the suitable damage a whip can do.– ℓσσkιηg ιη Interested? : Single, and I’ll probably stay that way for a while. I have little interest in dealing with your emotional baggage.
By It’s Cover : My real personality? Go look somewhere else. Unless I know you particularly well, all that you are likely to run into is a clever facade, one that adapts to the situation at hand easily, but doesn't reveal it's feelings in the slightest. I treat people more like shiny baubles than humans- fascinating for a couple minutes, but after a while, you just get bored. I can be snarky and unfeeling, seemingly heartless, ignoring any attempts at companionship. Carefully observant, I see far more than I let on. And I am a very good liar. What where you expecting? I'm an actor; were I to let you, the audience, know what I was really feeling, I would be failing at my job. Cold? Maybe, but I don't care.
To be truthful, I'm most comfortable on the stage, performing in front of people, then actual one-on-one interactions. I'm an all-around bit player, able to take up any part, be it that of the romantic hero or the fool (there's a difference?) quickly. Apparently, I've got a good stage presence, able to draw a watcher's eyes into the story without much trouble. As for learning lines- no problem. I'm a fairly decent dancer (I could stand some improvement), but my singing voice is quite good. With an audience, I can slip from one uncomfortable mask to a more lax one.
Once I've gotten used to you in a personal setting, however, there's a good chance that my default attitude toward you will change. I promise, I am not plotting your demise. Probably. Okay, I'm still sarcastic, but I'm not honestly heartless. I've got a fierce protective streak for the people I care about (at the moment, that's just the members of my troupe). I do have compassion, and if I call you a friend, I'm damn well not going to leave you in a bind. Unsurprisingly, I can over-dramatize the slightest of things, but compared to most people I know, I'm the level-headed one, able to organize and reason through things with ease. I'm not easily swayed from my position, but you're welcome to try. I'd like to think I'm witty, or in the very least, have a way with words, and perhaps it's true. I have a fairly never-ending supply of patience, but if you touch any of my personal possessions, you will die. Or something fun like that. Insatiably inquisitive, I have never listened to the warning "curiosity killed the cat" And I'm still not a very open person, so questions about my past are out, unless I trust you completely. Which I probably don't. You've got a weird face. Yes, I'm a bit of a walking contradiction, but then again, aren't most people?
What These Dusty Pages Sing : If you're looking for some depressing sob-story, I'm going to have to disappoint you. I was born and raised in Lue'er, the oldest child (and one of two boys) in a large group of kids. My parents were silk merchants, and good ones at that. We weren't near nobility wealthy, but we were very well off compared to a lot of people, which I will admit I'm thankful for. As children, my five siblings and I developed a bit of a pack mentality, somehow making me the leader of the group. I'm still not clear on how that happened- possibly because even as a young child, I was the best speaker. I proved myself to be useful in negations, able to haggle and sell the toughest of products. So it was only natural, with my innate talent and my first-born status, that I would be the one to inherit the business when I was old enough.
The problem? Even at fourteen years of age, I knew that I had no intention of going into the mercantile business. It just repelled me for some reason, a flat and clear knowledge that it was wrong for me. Quite frankly, I would have been a horrible merchant, and a miserable person However, explaining that to my parents didn't exactly go over well. I was informed I was to do as my father ordered, that my feelings had absolutely no matter, and that I was to sit down and shut up. There may or may not have been some violence involved, I'm not telling you. Anyway, once that mess was over, I found my way back to my siblings, who had overheard everything. Sneaky wretches. My sister, Oria, was the one to propose the plan of my salvation, something I'd only dreamt of. I'd leave, and she'd take over the business, whether our parents liked it or not. Well, that sounded fine with me. No, better than fine: perfect. So, with as much money as I could find (read: steal with being noticed), I snuck of, without a plan, just a strong desire to leave.
I wasn't interested in joining up with the army- I'd never been a fighter- so that path was closed to me. For a while, I took up various odd jobs at stores and taverns, never staying in one place for an extended period of time. I was too curious, too restless to keep tied down. Finally, one night, tired and hungry I stumble across a theatre, majestic and old. Just looking for a place to stay, I picked the lock on the backstage door, and found myself face-to-face with a large, muscular man who looked like he could break my neck with his bare hands. I expected instant death for breaking in. Instead, I got a warm meal, a place to stay, and a job offer. The man, Jorei Aralin, owned the troupe that performed in this venue, and he was short on stagehands. It sounded like an interesting enough job, so I took it, aware that I could leave at any time. Eight years later, and I'm still here, having joined Aralin and the rest, learning the tricks of the trade. I changed my name, not desiring to be discovered in my masquerade, though I wouldn't mind seeing my siblings again. I'm one of the most versatile, if not always the best, performers there, and I'm considered one of the higher up in the troupe, if purely for length I've stayed on. Conversely, I'm also the "baby" of the group, being one of the youngest actually in the troupe. For now, this is home.
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