Post by #Fall apart! on Apr 14, 2010 9:33:47 GMT -5
R[/u][/i]eza P[/u][/i]rasetya[/SIZE]
"Dance is music made visible"
Basics
[₪-- Name :: Reza Prasetya
[₪-- Alias :: Rez, Sety
[₪-- Age :: 17
[₪-- Birthday :: January 13th
[₪-- Gender :: Female
[₪-- Height :: 5ft 6
[₪-- Weight :: 8 st 3
[₪-- Birthplace :: Azalea Town, Johto
[₪-- Occupation :: A co-ordinator, but loves to dabble in a bit of everything.
Family
[₪-- Mother :: Laira
[₪-- Father :: .... Prasetya
[₪-- Siblings :: Unknown
[₪-- Half Siblings :: Unknown
[₪-- Grandmother :: Unknown
[₪-- Grandfather :: Unknown
[₪-- Other ::
Outside
[₪-- Eyes :: if black can have more than one shade, then her eyes prove it, scattered with specks of white that give her eyes a natural mischievous glimmer. Her eyes are deep wells of emotion, and often say more than she would wish conveyed to a stranger.
[₪-- Skin :: pale, could almost be described as porcelain, she has a natural Chinese complexion
[₪-- Hair :: her hair is a rich, ebony shade of black. Her fringe is cut at eyebrow height, and swept slightly to the left, blending into the mass of layered curls that frame her heart shaped face.
[₪-- Clothes :: Reza feels most comfortable in long length, dark coloured skinny jeans with black pumps or boots. She loves tops that are original and different, complete with her usual black bomber jacket. However, she appreciates variety, and loves to complete her look with interesting earrings, hair styles or have a complete change of wardrobe.
[₪-- Scars :: A small circular scar below her collar bone, from an old bullet wound.
[₪-- Other :: a bracelet that used to belong to her mother.
Inside
[₪-- Likes :: dance, music, creative people, brazilian nut lattés, feeling free
[₪-- Dislikes :: oppresion, politics, leaders, liars, loud/sudden noises
[₪-- Dream :: gave up on dreams a long time ago
[₪-- Fears :: Sudden noises, guns, politicians.
[₪-- Personality :: The first thing that strikes you about Reza is that she's tough. Brought up in a war torn region without a father, she has had to fend for herself on more than one occasion. Strong of mind and body; intimidation and sarcasm bounce off her as easily as they slip from her tongue. She is fearless, but not in the usual sense of the word. She has fears, everyone does. But if she gets put down, she gets back up again. If she is broken, she mends and moves on. That is fearless. she is a straight forward gal, and tells it how she sees it. No lies, no sneakiness, just plain and honest truth. She is a perfectionist, and is quick to point out errors, in herself and others. This is not because she is cruel, it comes out of a place of appreciation and desire for perfection. She has never been good at opening up and letting people in. She keeps her emotions closeted away, hidden from the world. The only time she shows them is during he violent, but short lived, rages. As a result, people find it hard to get to know her, but it's worthwhile when they do. She is a loyal and steadfast friend, with a wicked sense on humour. Her dreams of becoming a co-ordinator have given her something to focus on. She is following her goal with an unrelenting passion, but her desire to experience everything occasionally leads her slightly astray. She has no expectations for her life or from others, just to be free to make her own choices.
History
[₪-- Past :: Reza's family came from a war torn region named Thayee, as happens frequently throughout human history man's greed for power spilled on to the streets. Civil war followed, and freedom fighting groups came soon after. Reza was born on a cold winters night when the fighting had reached its peak, and she was born into a blood-torn home. The night of her birth her father left to fight... and never came home. The war had turned brother against brother and her mother's family had deserted her when they realised her husband was a freedom fighter. However growing up without a family or any form of father figure didn't seem to affect her. Sure, she wondered who her father was, was he a strong man, a man who loved his unborn child? But she never felt like she had missed out. Living in the war torn realm was hard, but Reza found escape through dance. The patterns and forms that she created, the fever that ran through her veins as she allowed the music to fill her and overflow. Dance became her passion. Her mother finally managed to get her out of the realm, and took her to Johto. There Reza met many trainers and co-ordinators, the latter she loved best. The way they used pokémon to make something beautiful and captivating thrilled her. There and then, she decided that maybe there was a future for her.
OCC:// I kinda gave up towards the end of her history xD I may try and re-write it later.
"Dance is music made visible"
Basics
[₪-- Name :: Reza Prasetya
[₪-- Alias :: Rez, Sety
[₪-- Age :: 17
[₪-- Birthday :: January 13th
[₪-- Gender :: Female
[₪-- Height :: 5ft 6
[₪-- Weight :: 8 st 3
[₪-- Birthplace :: Azalea Town, Johto
[₪-- Occupation :: A co-ordinator, but loves to dabble in a bit of everything.
Family
[₪-- Mother :: Laira
[₪-- Father :: .... Prasetya
[₪-- Siblings :: Unknown
[₪-- Half Siblings :: Unknown
[₪-- Grandmother :: Unknown
[₪-- Grandfather :: Unknown
[₪-- Other ::
Outside
[₪-- Eyes :: if black can have more than one shade, then her eyes prove it, scattered with specks of white that give her eyes a natural mischievous glimmer. Her eyes are deep wells of emotion, and often say more than she would wish conveyed to a stranger.
[₪-- Skin :: pale, could almost be described as porcelain, she has a natural Chinese complexion
[₪-- Hair :: her hair is a rich, ebony shade of black. Her fringe is cut at eyebrow height, and swept slightly to the left, blending into the mass of layered curls that frame her heart shaped face.
[₪-- Clothes :: Reza feels most comfortable in long length, dark coloured skinny jeans with black pumps or boots. She loves tops that are original and different, complete with her usual black bomber jacket. However, she appreciates variety, and loves to complete her look with interesting earrings, hair styles or have a complete change of wardrobe.
[₪-- Scars :: A small circular scar below her collar bone, from an old bullet wound.
[₪-- Other :: a bracelet that used to belong to her mother.
Inside
[₪-- Likes :: dance, music, creative people, brazilian nut lattés, feeling free
[₪-- Dislikes :: oppresion, politics, leaders, liars, loud/sudden noises
[₪-- Dream :: gave up on dreams a long time ago
[₪-- Fears :: Sudden noises, guns, politicians.
[₪-- Personality :: The first thing that strikes you about Reza is that she's tough. Brought up in a war torn region without a father, she has had to fend for herself on more than one occasion. Strong of mind and body; intimidation and sarcasm bounce off her as easily as they slip from her tongue. She is fearless, but not in the usual sense of the word. She has fears, everyone does. But if she gets put down, she gets back up again. If she is broken, she mends and moves on. That is fearless. she is a straight forward gal, and tells it how she sees it. No lies, no sneakiness, just plain and honest truth. She is a perfectionist, and is quick to point out errors, in herself and others. This is not because she is cruel, it comes out of a place of appreciation and desire for perfection. She has never been good at opening up and letting people in. She keeps her emotions closeted away, hidden from the world. The only time she shows them is during he violent, but short lived, rages. As a result, people find it hard to get to know her, but it's worthwhile when they do. She is a loyal and steadfast friend, with a wicked sense on humour. Her dreams of becoming a co-ordinator have given her something to focus on. She is following her goal with an unrelenting passion, but her desire to experience everything occasionally leads her slightly astray. She has no expectations for her life or from others, just to be free to make her own choices.
History
[₪-- Past :: Reza's family came from a war torn region named Thayee, as happens frequently throughout human history man's greed for power spilled on to the streets. Civil war followed, and freedom fighting groups came soon after. Reza was born on a cold winters night when the fighting had reached its peak, and she was born into a blood-torn home. The night of her birth her father left to fight... and never came home. The war had turned brother against brother and her mother's family had deserted her when they realised her husband was a freedom fighter. However growing up without a family or any form of father figure didn't seem to affect her. Sure, she wondered who her father was, was he a strong man, a man who loved his unborn child? But she never felt like she had missed out. Living in the war torn realm was hard, but Reza found escape through dance. The patterns and forms that she created, the fever that ran through her veins as she allowed the music to fill her and overflow. Dance became her passion. Her mother finally managed to get her out of the realm, and took her to Johto. There Reza met many trainers and co-ordinators, the latter she loved best. The way they used pokémon to make something beautiful and captivating thrilled her. There and then, she decided that maybe there was a future for her.
OCC:// I kinda gave up towards the end of her history xD I may try and re-write it later.
