Post by nadia on Dec 18, 2010 21:34:02 GMT -5
"The world ended... Didn't you get the memo?"
- Amy
- Amy
Your Name: Remy
How many years roleplaying?: 7+
"You don't know what it's like out there. You may think you do but you don't. It's only a matter of time."
- Rick Grimes[/center]
Character Name: Nadia Christiana Ramirez. She prefers to be called 'Chris'
Age: 22
Hometown: Santiago, Dominican Republic
Current Location: Atlanta, Georgia
Bio:
For the first ten years of her life Chris was raised in the Dominican Republic. Her mother, a waitress, didn't have enough money to move them to the United States like she planned, so she worked tiredly during those years to get the money to go. It wasn't easy. Chris still isn't sure how her mother managed to collect close to 5 thousand dollars waitressing. She tried to ask one of the men who left their house, but they all left in a hurry. She was used to it. None of them ever visited for long.
When they got to the United States, Patricia found a job as a maid at a hotel in Texas. Chris was left to fend for herself in the basement of the hotel. She would talk to the workers there and play with their kids since there were a lot of them there to play with.
Perhaps it was because her mother wasn't around much, but Chris got into several things that young girls shouldn't be into such as sex, drugs and alcohol. She had sex for the first time at thirteen. It was with a teenage boy named Ricardo. He told her he loved her and Chris, who hadn't be around many good men, thought that he actually did. He also convinced her to let his friends take a turn with her. She would have slept with them all had her mother not interrupted and took her home. She got a thorough ass whipping that night.
Over the next few years, Chris would find a job of her own. She worked in a store bagging groceries and being paid under the table. She liked her job, even though she knew by then that it was illegal. She managed to save up some money though. Her mother managed to finally hook a man who would stay around. His name was Anthony, a Caucasian fellow with a knack for licking his lips whenever he looked at a then 16 year old Chris.
Chris ignored him like all of the others. She had her own boyfriend, Leon, a rich kid from Austen, who was madly infatuated with her. See, after she was exposed to sex at thirteen, Chris started using it to get what she wanted. She had more clothes than she knew what to do with, jewelry and sweets. One guy even offered to buy her a car, but that was after he tried to take advantage of her. She quickly put him in his place with her fist.
She never got the car.
Anthony, who had been on a business trip at the time, moved Chris and her mom into his place, a medium sized condo in Florida. He told her mother that she didn't have to work, so she didn't. She didn't know that his generosity came with a price. He often went to Chris' room at night to try and get her to touch him. She knew his game. After threatening to tell her mother, she spit in his face. Anthony made it a habit of hitting her, but never in the face. That was far too obvious. When she told her mother, he'd blame the bruises on one of those guys she let fuck her. Her mother believed them instead of her. Or perhaps she was too comfortable living their lifestyle to throw it all away on her daughter. Realizing she was out numbered, Chris packed her shit up and moved out. She stayed with Tyrone, a black guy she met one day at the beach. He was into all sorts of crazy shit, but the only thing she cared about was the alcohol he kept in his refridgerator. Vodka, Borbon, Tequila, Chris tried it all. She got so drunk one night she didn't even realize Tyrone's friend, Derek was injecting her with some drugs he'd bought off the street. She passed out on her stomach on the floor (which just so happened to be the 'rape' me position.) Thankfully she didn't remember any of that the next morning.
Chris was seventeen the first time she got pregnant. Keeping the child wasn't an option. Tyrone took her to clinic and forced her to get an abortion. Neither of them would know that the child was actually Derek's.
Chris started working at Tyrone's garage fixing cars. He taught her what he knew. He also taught her to race, which she did. She won them lots of cash. Tyrone finally told her he loved her after she won 10 Gs from some punk. She didn't say it back because she knew it was bullshit. She learned how to fix cars fast and Tyrone found her free services invaluable. That was until she started asking for pay and he promptly reminded her that she was staying under his roof for free. She called bullshit in front of one of his customers. She'd been paying his damn rent and she had blown through most of her savings fixing his broken by Hondas that he'd managed to crash because his dumb ass couldn't drive.
That night Tyrone's hit her and she left him.
She was 18 at this point. Homeless and too afraid to go back home, she began making a living prostituting herself down by the beach front in Miami. The next few years of her life were hazy. She started drinking a lot to forget everything. When she finally did find a decent job she fucked it up by drinking too much and never showing up on time.
A fellow call girlfriend, Monica, told her about a modeling job up in Atlanta. She said all the hot girls were heading that way. With nothing better to do, Chris took what money she had, caught a bus and moved up to Georgia. It just so happened there was a modeling job in Atlanta. After fixing herself up really nice, she auditioned and snagged the job. Twenty with very little prospects, she was flying high. She made a thousand plus per gig, managed to get a house and the car she always wanted--a black Chevelle. Tyrone had taught her how to drive as fast as she could. It was scary, it was stupid, but she was genuinely happy for the first time in her life.
She had sworn off all men until she met Alex Martinez. He was a modeling agent from Chicago. He was perhaps the first man to wine and dine her and treat her like a lady. Chris was hesitant to fall for him for obvious reasons, but they dated for almost a year and nothing had gone wrong. He said he loved her and she actually believed that he did. He was the first man she ever let call her Nadia.
When she discovered that she was pregnant she told him and he told her that he'd take care of her and the child. She moved in with him. He proposed to her a week later.
She sobered up and took care of herself. She had a child to think about now. When everything started to turn around in her life, the world went to shit. Funny how that happens...
Alex was out of town on business when the infection began to spread through the area. She managed to get out the city and travel down into the country in her Chevelle before her car was side swiped by another. Apparently the man driving the car had been bitten and had lost control. She ran as far and as fast as she could from that point on. She had Alex's pistol and a bag filled with cereal bars, water, bullets and a change of clothes.
Somehow she came across Rick's group and she's been with them for almost three days now.
Likes: Being in control, liquor, jewelry, five finger discounts, rough adult 'extracurricular activities', strong and confident men, clingy people, driving fast
Dislikes: Being bossed around, whiny children, bad weather, darkness, smart asses, sexist men, being used
Strengths: Seduction, manipulation, her body, her acquired 'skills', driving
Weaknesses: Her patience (she doesn't have any), alcohol (she likes how she feels when she's drunk), anything sensual, her own imagination.
Anything Else? Nadia is a recovering alcoholic. She's been sober for over a year. She's also very much pregnant, but she hasn't told anyone cause she doesn't want them to treat her differently.
Roleplay Sample:
See Tess
