Post by Deleted on Feb 17, 2015 21:52:33 GMT -5
Full Name: Arie Latika Rangon
Nickname/Alias: Any other names they are known as besides their actual name?
Age/Date Of Birth: 27 / January 13th, 1987
Race: Human
Occupation: Relations Assistant at Girl Rising Foundation / Asmodeus's side meat suit
Species Group: Civilian/NPC
Play-By: Freida Pinto
Abilities
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Special Inventory
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Likes (At Least 3):
❤ Being a vegetarian
❤ Equal rights for all
❤ Her grandparents
❤ Kayaking
❤ Tattoos
Dislikes (At Least 3):
✗ Chauvinistic assholes
✗ Cruelty towards anyone
✗ Feeling stuck in a rut
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White chocolate
Fears (At Least 2):
☬ Becoming a useless, shell of a woman
☬ Unintentionally hurting someone
Goals (At Least 1):
★ Help the less fortunate in any possible way she can
Personality: Arie is all about rights. She's all about fighting for the underdog, the forgotten, the people that other people really just don't give a crap about. She's passionate to the extreme, and willing to put herself in dangers way to prove a point. She's tough in the sense that if she believes in something, there's little you can say or do to sway her opinion. But she's also quite sensitive and gets emotionally attached to things and people quickly. She fell in love with many of the little girls she worked with in Afghanistan, and it tore her up knowing that some of these children would be married off at 11.
She knows her worth, and doesn't let people walk over her because she's woman, because she's Indian, or any other reason at all. Arie is dedicated to helping others, having lived a very lush life herself. She believes that she truly owes it to the world. She carries quite a bit of guilt around with her. In fact, you could say she was born guilty. Because she's been so lucky in life, and so many people aren't, she's grown to be compassionate. It's hard, being compassionate, taking on the weight of the world, but she does it anyway. She's the type of woman to give a stranger a ride though it's an hour out of her way, or prepare care packages for homeless people, or even adopt a dog from a shelter because she believes in second chances.
Arie likes challenges, she likes people that demand answers and she likes owning them with the facts. She's competitive, but not to an extreme, and daring, probably way too much. She's her happiest being surrounded by people that she can help, people that are in bad situations, that she knows she can fix. Or at least try to. She takes loss hard, being a very emotional person, and is wary with her relationships.
Traits
✧ Caring
✧ Independent
✧ Strong-willed
Negatives (At Least 3):
✦ Stubborn
✦ Hyper-reactive
✦ Bossy
✦ Unforgiving
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Parents: Latika Rangon and Ryan Rangon
Siblings: Danya Rangon - Sister - 23
Other Family: Diya Singh and Abdul Rangon (Grandparents)
Important Others: N/A
History: Arie has lived a very blessed life so far. For being so young, she's lived such a diverse life. Her grandparents were born in Orissa, India, one of the countries poorest sections. They had three children, Arie's mother, Latika being the oldest. Then her mother gave birth to twins, but because of the malnutrition and and lack of prenatal care they had, they were stillborn. That was when her grandparents decided that they were going to work their fingers to the bone, through blood, sweat, and tears to give their only daughter a better life. Miraculously the two parents were able to send their daughter to America, to an all girls boarding school.
Arie's mother, Latika, knew the struggle that her parents went through sending away their only daughter. And how much the school cost each month to attend, so she made sure she got good grades. She made sure that she worked hard to prove to her parents that she knew how much they gave up for her, and because of that she was accepted to an Ivy league school on a full scholarship. That was where she met Ryan Greer (who later changed his name to his wife's last name because that was what she wanted, to always appreciate her heritage and wear it proudly). The two fell in love instantly and the rest is history, they got married, had two kids, and vowed to love each other forever.
Arie's parents always gave her the best things. She never went hungry, never felt unsure of herself, never felt that because her family was a bit different she was less than anyone. She always embraced her families history, loving when her grandparents came to live with them. They moved them into a house just next to theirs, on their property to be exact. Arie's mother always said that it was the least she could do for her parents after they'd given her everything.
Many days Arie spent with her grandmother, learning about Hinduism and Sharma and karma and all sorts of other amazing things. She loved her grandmother because the woman always had things cooking, always had stories to tell, and always knew just what to say. When she passed, it was really hard for Arie. She was 15 at the time, and decided that because she'd heard so many tales of poverty and pain and just cruelty towards humans in general that when she got older, she'd do something about it. She became an activist, much to her parents dismay. By the time she was 19 she'd been arrested 4 times for public protesting and rioting. She'd been beaten down by police officers, sprayed with pepper spray, and gassed. Basically, she was a walking wrecking ball, because somehow she always ended up in trouble. Calling her parents at 3am to come and get her.
As much as they loved their daughter, Latika and Ryan were completely over her antics. They thought college would help, and sent her off to a nice private university where they expected she'd calm down and find a husband, or settle on a less dangerous way of living. But much to their dismay Arie flourished in her classes and one teacher took a special notice in her, telling her of an internship with a woman's rights organization in Afghanistan that she should apply for. So, she applied for it, got it, and in less than three months she'd moved to Afghanistan. It was dangerous, and messed up, and she hated the treatment of woman, children, and just people in general. She did the internship for a year, then moved back home to the states and finished up her college with a degree in International Relations, with a minor in Woman's Rights.
Because of all the work she'd done, and the fact that she was a good student, she was offered a position with Girl Rising, a foundation that seeks out and helps educate young girls in third world countries. She's currently moving to California to start her career as soon as possible.
Alias: Sofie
How did you find us?: The old site
Experience: Long periolodically time
Other Characters: @allocer, @asmodeus, Cole, @hadley, @solveigh, @valentine, Troy Baker
RP Sample:
The further he went with his story, the more Hadley felt it. She felt the pain, the heaviness of wanting to fix things and help everyone, and how much it hurt. Cas didn’t look at Hadley as he spoke, and Hadley stopped trying to look at him. She was feeling his pain. She was reliving her memories. She was going home after a long couple of weeks at college, just wanting to see her family, wanting to be loved. She was getting thrown to the floor by her father, but it wasn’t really her father at all. She was staring into those horrible black eyes, her heart sinking as he yelled things at her. Horrible things. She was closing her eyes and grabbing the knife she kept hidden against her back, then jumping up and stabbing her father in the side. In the ribs. In the heart. And it was all a blur from there. The little bits and pieces she remembered sent her into a dizzying pain. There were police at her house and blood on her hands and they were taking her away in cuffs, thinking she was guilty. And she was guilty. But Cole and Rachael were there, crying and holding each other, not even knowing what she’d done. They defended her, said she’d never hurt their parents. They’d loved her. They didn’t know that she was a monster.
It crushed her, made her feel like her lungs were being smothered, and her ribs were breaking. There was nothing Hadley could do to make things right. If she told the truth to her siblings, got them involved in this hunting world, she could never forgive herself. They would hate her even more for what she did to their parents, they would never speak to her again. And so Hadley had to play the game where she decided what she wanted to lose, what she wanted to sacrifice. If she told the truth, she lost everything. The love of her siblings, the trust of the people in the town, her home; everything. But if she kept it a secret and didn’t tell anyone that she’d killed her parents, and that she was a hunter now, she was living a lie. So which path did she choose? Which road did she follow? It became the game of life, and of sacrifice. The Sacrifice Game. Hadley chose herself, and by doing so, hoped that she would be able to save her siblings from the burning betrayal they would sense from her. But nothing was harder than having to turn your back on those you loved, those you tried to protect.
Listening to Cas was difficult. Hadley wanted to pause, to ask questions, maybe just take a breather. She wanted to know everything about him, and this was it. She hadn’t expected it to hit her like this, the feeling of grief. Not for herself, but for Cas. As her green eyes glanced over at his blue ones, Hadley could really see it now. Each thing he’d told her, every fight he’d fought, every time he died, the pain, the betrayal, the consuming guilt; she could see it. Her hand slowly slipped off the wheel and found Cas’, and she held onto his hand, giving it a reassuring squeeze. He wasn’t alone, and it was important that he knew that. She parked the car, but made no movement to get up. “I don’t know how to reply to that,” she whispered, mouth tight. “That’s…That was…Just so much.” Her voice trailed off as her eyes fell to her lap. “So, so much.” For the next few minutes, Hadley was as silent as death. She was thinking about Cas and how he’d suffered and how she’d suffered, except that once she died, she was gone. No one would bring her back, she was sure of it. But Cas couldn’t die, he wasn’t allowed that peace, and so he was continually brought back. For some reason that made her angry. She wanted him to be able to feel peace after a lifetime of war. He deserved that.
Once again he said that he didn’t deserve this, that he didn’t belong here, but this time Hadley wasn’t going to snap out a response. Instead, she quietly examined her legs, pulling a piece of fuzz off of her sweats. She licked her lips, curled her finger around a strand of hair, and sighed. Then, after all of that, she looked to Cas. “You should feel guilty,” Hadley started, but her tone was soft and gentle. “Because feeling guilty means that you can still feel, that you’re human[/] enough to feel. You’re human enough to know when you’ve done wrong and what’s right and you rebelled…” She stopped, taking in a breath. “You fucking rebelled, Cas. You did it to save people. You died numerous times. You fought more battles than I can imagine and probably killed more lives than I can ever imagine.” Her eyes were grave, but turned warm suddenly as she grabbed both of Cas’ hands and pulled them to her. “But you have also probably saved morel ives than I can imagine, Cas. And so yeah, you do deserve to feel a little bad. But there is no going back now. So don’t let it ruin you. Be happy. Know that you did your best.” Gingerly, she reached up and cupped one side of his face with her hand. “You deserve peace.” Hadley looked back over at the restaurant and removed her hand. “Do you wanna go inside?”
I (Arie) have read the site rules and understand them. The code word for the rules is: (batman)
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