Nevia Leslie Ersotz

[Nevia Ersotz]

Nevia Ersotz



Lives in New York as a MAGIC USER*

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»Welcome to New York!

NAME:

Nevia Ersotz

NICK NAMES:

N/A

RACE:

Mage

AGE:

24

GRADE:

Junior in college; Studies Fashion Design and Materials.

ORIENTATION:

Heterosexual

ALIGNMENT:

Neutral; Orderly

POWER(S):

Routing/Objectifying ; Cryokinesis ; Her strongest power, allows her to conjure and mainpulate ice, and to reduce temperature. She channels her power through one of her many parasols, which she carries based on the color scheme of her outfit.

FACE CLAIM:

Lady Gaga

»Concrete Jungle's What Dreams are Made of...

EYE COLOR:

A very bright icy blue, almost electric around the border.

HAIR:

Straight, Platinum blonde hair that falls to her shoulder blades.

HEIGHT:

5"9'

WEIGHT:

117 lbs.

CLOTHING STYLE:

One of Nevia's goals in life is to become a fashion stylist, so she's obviously going to be very up to date with the latest fashions and dress nice almost everywhere she goes. Of course. On the other hand, she definitely has her own sense of style. It's extremely...unique, and eccentric. She likes to base all of her outfits off of one color scheme, and she chooses her umbrella based off of the color scheme of the rest of her outfit. On good days, she'll even get temporary dye for her hair, or just give it a different style.

»Nothing you Can't Do...

FAMILY:

Lorella Ersotz---Mother (deceased)
Jack Rosco Ersotz---Father (deceased)

(Parents died in a car accident when Nevia was 14 years of age.)

HOMETOWN:

Portland, Maine

PERSONALITY:

{{Truthful}}:: Very truthful. Especially when it comes down to the hard truth. If she feels like someone needs to know something, she'll let them know, and if you're getting annoying or irritating, she'll let you know that, too.
{{Irritable}}:: Being an only child, Nevia was never too tolerant, and her lack of siblings didn't really require her to work on that trait. This can be very bad when she's in auditions or receiving criticism, and sometimes she'll get impatient with important people during meetings. Let's just say, things usually don't turn out as planned.
{{Ambitious}}:: Nevia has big dreams, and although she's already in New York (one down, ninety nine to go), she's not at all prepared for the outside world to critique her designs. Fortunately for her, she'll work as hard as she needs to so that she can reach her goals as quickly and efficiently as possible.
{{Eccentric}}:: True, Nevia isn't necessarily the most social butterfly, but her behavior, and especially her style, is pretty eccentric. It's almost strange at times, but that's what makes her unique, so she flaunts it.

PAST:

Good enough...

"He said...um...what do you think you're going to do with your life?!" She yelled, standing up and flailing her arms. She shook her head, throwing her hair out of shape and frizzing it up a little. "Just like that, too. Just like that," Nevia said, falling backward a little onto the black sofa. "Just like that..." Her voice softened as she trailed off a bit, but she shook her head and came back to planet Earth. "Sorry," Nevia muttered, taking one last look at the ground before fixing her gaze on the man in the chair next to her.

"Anyways, he asked me all that, and I told him. Then, he just went off on me, like he could change my dreams or something." A small laugh escaped from her mouth as she rolled her eyes. "What an idiot. Once an idiot, always an idiot. Stupid is like a virus, you know? After catching it once, it's always in your system, but it only becomes active at certain times. Some people have it worse than others, and some people don't even have it, but he...he just couldn't cure it." Another short pause, and she was back.

"So...after a few years of failed attempts to work towards my goals and being told that I'm only a disappointment, I started to go out on the town." A smirk slowly developed on Nevia's face as she remembered those days. "Yep. Me. Out on the town. Out to the clubs, and out to...well," Nevia said, letting out a small chuckle, "you know what happens at places like that."

The man's eyes widened and he scooted over in his seat a little, appearing uncomfortable. Nevia ignored him, though, and continued on with her story. "So, after a year or two of drugs, sex, and alcohol, I decided that it wasn't really going to get me anywhere useful." The man stood up to move, but after squeezing out of his seat, the bus stopped, and he fell backwards onto the floor.

Nevia came back from her trance and looked at the man on the floor. "Um. What are you doing down there?" She asked, her voice changing to a higher pitch. "You're silly. I know you're listening, though, so it's alright!" A high pitched laugh resonated through the bus as the man quickly picked up his briefcase and tripped off the stairs to the sidewalk.

The driver started to close the doors, but Nevia quickly pointed her umbrella towards the handle that activated them, sending out a blue haze to freeze it. Once the handle was jammed, she slowly made her way off the bus, heels clicking in a slow and steady rhythm as they met the linoleum floor. Taking one last look at the interior of the bus through her dark sun glasses, she stepped down onto the sidewalk and watched the man walk away from her.

Before he could get too far, she pointed her umbrella at his feet, making them go numb from the cold, and ultimately stopping him in his tracks. She walked up just as he tried to take another step, but he fell again, his briefcase slamming against the sidewalk. Afraid that the noise would catch someone's attention, she dragged the man between two apartment buildings.

"So, do you know how I found out about my affinity to the cold?" She asked, setting her umbrella down and walking around the man. A silent pause spoke the answer clearly, so she stopped at his side and bent down, looking him in the eyes. "Well, that man, my foster father, was waiting for me in the kitchen one night after my graduation from high school. I was getting ready to move down here to New York, actually, and I walked into the house and announced that I had arrived, like I always did."

A small sigh escaped from her mouth as she pushed herself up and made her way over to her umbrella. "It'd been raining outside, so I was just putting up my umbrella, and suddenly, he came running out of the kitchen and tossed a pot of boiling water on my back!" Nevia jumped around and formed a fist, putting it to her chest. "At first, I just felt wet, but when the heat really kicked in, I could just feel the power flowing through me. It ended up flowing into my umbrella and then to my foster father." She paused for a moment. "My foster father, and your father."

A laugh bubbled up in her stomach, and she had to let it out before speaking again. "I'm sure it was very painful for your father, being frozen. I guess you'll get to feel it now, too!" The man mumbled something about being away, but Nevia continued towards her umbrella. "Oh, I know you weren't there. You had no idea he was even into foster care, but this isn't really about me. I don't care if you're alive or dead, it just happens to be a coincidence." Her fingers wrapped around the handle, and she slowly brought it up to her chest, resting her thumb on the button that opened it.

"One of my costumers wants you dead. It just so happens that we really do have some kind of relation!" A pause again, but longer this time. "Oh well, see you in the afterlife." And with that, she stuck the tip of the umbrella in his mouth, opening it and channeling her power through it. She decided to be nicer and freeze him from the inside out, killing him quicker. This wasn't really her thing usually, but a hefty amount of money was waiting for her the next day, and that was the basis of all her deals.

PRESENT:

Now, Nevia lives in a nice upper-scaled loft in the Broadway Apartments. Her mercenary services are her main sources of income, but she'll get the occasional part-time job when times are rough, and small royalties come in every now and then from small local commercials that she was in or from fashion ideas that have taken hold with small boutiques.

She's still in college at NYU studying Fashion Design and Materials, but she's also working with an agent at Silvercup Studios to find some good auditions and modeling opportunities. "Anything to be discovered," she always says.

»Take Me on a Trip, I'd Like to go Someday...

LIKES:

Fashion, Theatre and Film, Music, Hair, Umbrellas, Makeup, Sun Glasses, Times Square, Cold Weather, Winter, Snow, Ice, Money.

DISLIKES:

Heat, Summer, Hot Weather, A Blazing Sun, People With No Fashion Sense or Mismatched Clothing, Frizzy Hair, Loud People, Mean People, Sensitive People

FEARS:

Requiring her powers during a very hot time of day, being rejected in the Fashion and Entertainment Industries, Extreme heat

HOPES:

She'll fully master her powers so that she has complete control over them, even in the summer; To make it in the Fashion and Entertainment Industries; Gifteds will become known and accepted in human civilization

OTHER INFO:

»Take Me to New York, I'd Like to See LA.

NAME:

Porter

AGE:

15

GENDER:

Male

RP EXPERIENCE:

a little more than 5 years

HOW YOU FOUND NNY:

Founded, not found, founded.

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