NIEVES, Maria-Sophia Catherine

[MARIA-SOPHIA 'MOOSHIE' NIEVES]

...Maria-Sophia Catherine Nieves*
*So you take step by step,
And don’t forget to show your feelings!
Fight without fear!
But trust in the gift of life.
You’ve got to find a voice,
And always strive to serve your people.
And you will be a light in the night!*

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...basics*

name...

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Maria-Sophia Catherine Nieves
nickname...[/b][/size]
People always call me Moosh or Mooshie. Maria-Sophia is far to stuffy for me, don't you think? As Moosh no one is expecting me to be a lame duck. We can have some fun in here.
age...[/b][/size]
I am seventeen going on eighteen...
gender...[/b][/size]
Ladybits.
grade...[/b][/size]
I'm in my Senior year of High School.
occupation...[/b][/size]
Mischief maker, heart breaker, cupcake taker.
hometown...[/b][/size]
Vernando, Louisiana
sexuality...[/b][/size]
Youth is about experimenting. So, I'm in a place of don't knock it til you try it.
personification...[/b][/size]
She has skin white as snow, lips red as blood, and hair black as ebony! Give up? Snow white!
status...[/b][/size]
Wibbly wobbly, so technically dormant.
face claim...[/b][/size]
Alessandra Torresani.[/blockquote]

...appearance*

physical...

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Moosh is a pretty girl with a baby face and a grown up body. Standing at 1.68 m, she's of average height, though she does try to add a bit more with heels. Her eyes are round and blue, and there is almost always a bewildered expression on her face. Over the years, her permanently innocent face has seemed to keep her out of trouble. She doesn't wear a great amount of make up because she a: is paranoid about her complexion look bad, and b: has never been taught how to properly apply it so it always turns out looking like it belongs in a Wringly Brothers show.

Her hair is dyed blond, which she sometimes begs someone to curl for her, but is more often than not let loose and down. Naturally however it's a very dark brown, even close to black. Because she has such fair skin though, she likes to keep it light so she doesn't look like Wednesday Addams.
clothing style...[/b][/size]
Moosh would like to dress in vintage, honestly. She's always been attracted to the pin up style, and her heroes are Marilyn Monroe, Bettie Page, and Betty Grables. However, she is only eighteen on a limited budget and no job, so she can't exactly go as out and wild as she would like. That being said, she loves finding a bargain on old high heels and revamping them to look contemporary, she loves skirts that swish and sit snugly on her waist, and she loves tank shirts. Whether its bright colours or black and white, Mooshie tries to look in her element.
defining traits...[/b][/size]
Well, a lot of people would say her eyes, which are quite bright blue. However, she would say it's her round face. She likes to think it's a throw back to Helen Page.[/blockquote]

...personal info*

personality...

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Moosh sort of covers the scales pretty thoroughly. She has a bubbly voice and an energetic nature that makes her seem quite trusting, but a nearly mean mischievous nature. No joke, girl has jokes. With that same bubble gum pop voice she'll tear your man bits to nothing and giggle as she somersaults away. Though she'd much rather prank the ever loving shit out of you. They're usually pretty harmless, but generally a little humiliating for the recipient. And yes, she'll expect you to think it's as funny as she does. Besides her pranks, she loves to sing! And she loves for people to watch her sing. With a love for all eyes on her, Mooshie can be a terrible show off.

Besides being an imp to boot, she's also a die hard tease. She'll flirt, she'll mack, she grind up against. But try to lift her skirt and her coquettish nature will drop like an anvil from a plane, and you'll be given a firm nopenopehellnope. No guy can have it until he proves that he really, really, loves her. And as a girl friend, she tends to require a lot of attention. Mooshie, in a way, uses her vestal virginity like a weapon. Still, she is a pretty girl who is as rough and tumble as she is flirtatious, so boys tend to like her. Far more than other girls, who always seem to be under the impression that she is a whore. Though on the subject of gossip, Moosh finds it horribly boring and generally doesn't partake. She'd much rather be the center of attention or do something that's actually fun. Or both!

If the impression is that she is not a nice person, that's not the case at all. Mooshie wants to be liked to a fault. If someone dislikes her with out reason, it will drive her utterly mad! If someone is talking crap about her, she's prone to pout and fuss and defend herself, even if's pointless. She was the kid in her neighborhood who would get a pack of gum, but not get to eat any of it because she shared it with everyone else. And, for as savvy as she likes to think herself to be, she can be a bit naive and trusting. She'll be friends with anyone and everyone, unless they give her reason not to be.

All and all, she's a rather average teenage girl.
life until now...[/b][/size]
Moosh was born on December 31st, in 1994 in Vernando, Louisiana. Her parents- Maddox Nieves and Sue-Bob Van Carlo- were high school sweet hearts and locally well known. Maddie owned a rather successful general goods store and Sue was a former beauty queen turned housewife, known for making cobbler. Their lives were quiet and happy in the small southern Louisiana town, free from most hustle and bustle and tragedy. It was her Dad who had started calling her Moosh, finding Maria-Sophia to be too formal for the active child. Sue stood by the name forever though. They lived in a large, french colonial, home right on the river and near the woods. With plenty of room to play, it was like growing up in a fairy tale.

At least until Mooshie was about five, and her dear Mother became ill with the flu. She was a stubborn woman who was not fond of hospitals and instead took to home remedies. Quickly, her health deteroriated, and by the time Maddie got her to the hospital, it was too late. In August of 1999, Susanna Roberta Nieves died in her sleep. The support of the community- who had loved Sue-Bob dearly- supported Maddox through this hard time, especially Sue-Bob's dearest friend Mathilde. Deep in grief and depression, he began to lean on Mathilde more and more, until the talk around town was that she had comforted him in more ways than one.

They were married about a year later.

Moosh, who was such a tom boy in those days, had little in common with her glamorous new Step Mother. And Mathilde wanted little to do with her new step daughter. In fact she seemed to resent how close Mooshie and Maddox were, as if Moosh was a reminder that he still loved Sue-Bob. She began to complain loudly that Mooshie was getting a reputation as a wild child, that she was coddled, that she needed discipline. Maddox, a trusting and daft man though good in the heart, gave Mathilde the go ahead to Mother away, believing Mooshie and her needed to bond. This was not what happened at all. Besides the throng of chores thrusted upon the young girl, she was often berated. She was looking chunky, she was dressed too slutty, is that what she wanted boys to think of her? Well, maybe that was for the best. Mooshie was smart, so at least she'd be able to get a man by being so... accepting of unsavory attention. It was a shame she couldn't tan more, because she always looked soooo sickly. That's something Moosh must have gotten from her Mother, and look where her constitution brought her-

Needless to say, home life became stressed. Mooshie rebelled, but deep down she took her step mother's words to heart. It struck a fear about sex, but instilled a belief that she wasn't terribly bright. Maybe being a flirt was the only way boys would like her. Girls certainly didn't, so that must have struck a chord. She bleached her hair, her dressing- while not slutty- was not modest. She became blind to her own cleverness and instead became skilled on playing on her looks. But their was another part of Moosh that thought her Step Mother was full of shit though. After crying to her Father, who had also heard an earful from Matilde about Moosh being beyond her control, he decided boarding school was the best choice for his daughter.

the present...[/b][/size]
So she was sent to Baum, and there she stewed, torn between being a die hard Daddy's girl and betrayed by the one person who was always suppose to be on her side. It wasn't fair! She hated her step Mother, she hated New York, and she hated hated hated being all alone. But you'd never know it. She's a master at hiding her feelings that matter. It was something she got from her Mother- always be poised. Never let them see you cry, because then they have power over you.

So she went to her classes and got good enough grades not to fail. She dreamed of being famous for one reason or another- She was an okay actress and a fantastic singer! Mooshie, when not in detention, often visits a local pound to play with the animals, or she shops at consignment stores looking for clothes she can alter to fit her ascetic. She writes her Father often, and prefers to pretend her step Mother doesn't exist. In fact, as far as any friends she might make know, she doesn't have one!
other notes...[/b][/size] No, she's pretty much covered.[/blockquote]

...literature*

title... Snow White and the Seven Dwarfs
backstory...
So, this King remarries this Hot Queen after his wife dies, and she's all super vain. One day it turns out her step daughter out hots her, which isn't cool, so she decides to kill her. Which isn't an over reaction at all. She sends a huntsmen to do it, but Snow is SO HOT he can't, and he tells her to book it, which she does. He brings back the lungs and liver of a pig as poof he killed her, which the Queen eats so as to soak up the hot essence. Than she goes to her magic mirror and is all mischief managed, but he was all lolno, and the huntsmen gets beheaded and the Queen decides to tcb herself. She dresses up like a peddler and brings Snow a pretty bodice. Snow forgets that rule about taking things from strangers and accepts, but it gets tied so tight she passes out and is left for dead. The seven dwarves she's shacking up with save her, and tell her not to talk to strangers. The queen shakes her fist at the meddling dwarves and dresses as an old woman, and brings Snow a poisoned comb. Snow decides it couldn't happen twice and combs out her hair, but it's poisoned and passes out. The dwarves are all 'Dis bitch man. but save her. The queen decides no more misses nice guy, dresses as a hag, and brings Snow a poisoned apple. Because something bad couldn't POSSIBLY happen three times and it's not like she had a relative who wanted her dead or anything back home, she takes a bite. It lodges in her throat and she falls into a suspended sleep that keeps her young. The dwarves can't help her, but she is hot, so they put her in a glass case so as to gaze on her hotness. Probably naked, but that's not in the story. Anyway, a Princes strolls by one day and thinks 'Eh, she's hot, why not kiss this hot dead chick' and kisses her. It dislodges the apple and she wakes up, and is all: WOAH MAN! YOU'RE AS HOT AS I AM! LETS DO IT- but not til we're married. THe prince is all A'ight bby, les' go, and she lives happily ever after, forgetting about those seven dudes that saved her all those times completely.

AND THEY ALL LIVED HAPPILY EVER AFTER.

THE END.

...the roleplayer*

tell us about you...

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I'm Denny. I don't really like going into the c-box,as it's too busy, but if anyone wants to plot there is PM's. I'm a boy. This is my first girl, so bare with me. Most of my RPing has been on this site, and I'm making my glorious return now. That's pretty much it.[/blockquote]

...writing*

writing sample/freestyle...

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Prometheus was going from pocket to pocket, almost channeling Max's nervous energy. Maybe it was good one of them looked it. Otherwise this might be seen as unhealthy... Still, Max was never one to let anyone see him sweat. Even if it was a little weasel. So, he walked calmly through the streets of New York, his face washed and hair combed, his clothing mostly clean. In his hand was a nabbed box of expensive french truffles that he dearly hoped didn't taste like crap. He was a man of the people dammit. He didn't have a taste for expensive stuff... Still, Alex deserved it. Alex deserved a lot.

Eight months. He hadn't spoken to Alex or Aisha in eight months. He hadn't even left a note that morning that he was going out. Though, to be fair, how was he to know he was going to be arrested. He never left a note. He just sort of left and was always expected to come back. And, as a rule, he always followed through with that expectation.

Of course, he'd gone near mad in the 'big house' as they say. Was Alex safe? Had he moved on? Had he moved back to France? As much as Max cared for him, loved him, was connected with him, Max didn't think he could leave New York. And besides, something about France just didn't sit well with him. Something about it seemed... oppressive. Maybe it was the hoighty toighty art and music and cafes. How San Diego tried to be a mini copycat. How it had such a strong chance of taking away a piece of his family. An integral part of his family.

Climbing up the fire escape to Alex's apartment, the restlessness continued to bubble. Would Alex be happy to see him? Would he cry? Would he punch him? Would Max punch back? Probably out of reflex... He wanted this to go well. He didn't want to be alone anymore. To lose his family felt like losing a huge piece of himself. He couldn't do it.

It was lucky New York was such a strange place. A shabbily dressed fellow climbing up a fire escape might be seen as odd any other place in the world. That was one thing that made New York so great. People minded their own damn business. He really did look like his style was based on raping the local goodwill. His jeans were too tight and short, revealing his socks, and his sweater was too tight. The shirts beneath were too large, and his shoes were ratty. The trench coat, at least, fit well. The clothes were as clean as they could be, and he'd put at least a little effort in being presentable.

Reaching the window that was hopefully still Alex's- my, wouldn't that be awkward- he tapped lightly and awaited his fate.[/blockquote]

[MOLLY]

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