STEIN, vanessa lynn

[marie]

vanessa lynn stein.

- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -

/ i want to voice this out loud

full name. Vanessa Lynn Stein
stage name. None?
nicknames. Nessa, Nissa, or just Vanessa.
age & dob. Twenty Six Years Old, June Twenty Fourth.
gender. Female
sexual orientation. Heterosexual
career. Crew Member, Storyboard Artist.
hometown. Oakland, California.


/ it's therapeutic somehow

height. Five Foot, Five Inches
eyes. Brown. Yes, plain and simple... Kind of boring, if you ask her.
hair. Brown. She keeps her hair long out of fear of too much of a traumatic change. She has had long hair as long as she can remember, and having it be cut short? Not exactly a reassuring idea. It is naturally wavy, and she keeps it down, unless it happens to annoy her.
build. Fit
distinguishing features. Two Tattoos;; A feather on her ribs (Left), and "Lead, kindly light" on her right hip.
play-by. Eliza Dushku


/ so i'm moving to new york

loves. Drawing (Obviously)
Originality
Creativity
Tattoos, even though she's a chicken and can't get any more...
Chinese Food
Staying busy
Traveling
Meeting New People
Feeling Accomplished
Cigarettes, sad but true.
Laughing and making people laugh!
Honesty
Going to bars, hanging out, and getting drunk!
Her job, seriously.
Driving
hates. Obnoxious People
Stuck ups
Being Stressed
Chewing Gum
Overly Loud People
Overly Silent People
Confusion
Contradictions
Boredom
Anything with cinnamon in it.
Drama Queens and Kings. Seriously, just stop it.
Getting angry, but it IS prone to happen, because she DOES have a bit of a short fuse.
People who beat around the bush. Just get to the point.
Being lonely
People who take whatever you say to them, and turn it so that they can talk about themselves
Bad drivers (ESPECIALLY people who think that flashers are optional...)
Taking the bus/subway.
Being told what to do/not to do/what she did could have been better in a rude way.
People who can't take a joke/take everything too seriously.
quirks. She's a smoker, well aware of how bad it is, but she can't seem to stop...
Whenever there is a pen in her hand, she will start doodling, without even fully realizing it.
If she walks by a book store, not only will she walk in, but she WILL come out with a book. SHE WILL. No matter what. Same with music stores. And any stores that may have movies...
Quotes her favorite movies, all the time... Mostly Quentin Tarantino's work, though!
aspirations. To stop smoking.
To someday settle down, have some kids... Hopefully, before she is thirty, to have her first born!
Well once you get a taste of the movie industry, you always want more, right? One of her biggest dreams is to, some day, write and direct her very own movie.
secrets.
Has a bit of an OCD when it comes to germs and locking her door. About germs, yeah, she washes her hands a LOT and always has a bottle of sanitizer with her. She checks every doors three times before leaving her place, no more, no less.

Well, whenever stress takes over, she likes smoking weed to calm down... Which probably happens a bit too often for her own good.
personality evaluated. Vanessa is, overall, a person that is quite easy to get along with. She is pretty laid back, and does not judge people, unless of course you come out as being super rude the first time she meets you... If someone says 'hi', she will reply, and if they try to keep the conversation going, she will not oppose in any ways. In no ways could she ever be considered a shy or silent person. She IS the kind of girl to come up to you and strike a random conversation. If you asked people who know her, though, they would tell you she isn't an all around nice girl. She CAN be sarcastic (Ever heard 'I use sarcasm as a second language? Yeahh, this applies to her. But it's never, or almost never, intended to come off as being mean), and she can be a bit of a 'I like teasing you' (As in, playfully, not in the erm, more 'PERSONAL' kind of way) person, but if you can take a joke, all is good. She is very loyal to her friends, and will throw a few punch for them if need be. Of course, she'd rather not get into fights, but if it happens, then be it. Vanessa will come up to you on a day where you're feeling down, and she'll try to cheer you up even if that means making a fool out of herself.

She is very determined, and when work has to be done, then hell yes she will get it done. Coffee is her best friend whenever she has to work on a storyboard overnight, and no pain in her fingers or wrist will stop her from getting her work done. She is a bit of a perfectionist when it comes to her drawings, and probably couldn't tell you how many sheets have been ripped, crumpled, hell even flushed in the toilet because of her SLIGHT obsession. She mostly aims to be happy with herself, and if people are happy too, then that's even better. She's stubborn, and will not let go or 'drop it' until she feels like she reached what she aimed for. The young woman is attracted to originality, and anything out of the ordinary will catch her eye. She doesn't judge people, and hell if she ever came to find a homeless person that had something interesting to say, she'd take them out for diner just to have a chat.

When she loves something, she really does. She has a very big movie collection, even more books (Anything. Comic Books, Graphic Novels, Fiction, Horror... Her all time favorite? Chuck Palahniuk) and her walls are covered in posters, paintings, and various drawings. She has a very special place of her house where she keeps all of her art supplies, and of course, her drawing table is where she spends the most time. She is a person that likes to keep thing organized and in their place, so her house is pretty neat... Except her room. She never does the bed (Because hell, she's gonna undo it later anyways, so why waste her time?!) and there's some pieces of clothing on the floor (Mainly because she HATES waking up and stepping onto a cold floor first thing in the morning). She is more of a night kind of person, and she doesn't like waking up too early. She is very curious, and likes to learn in general. She is generous, and will help people in any way she can, if they deserve it. If someone isn't helping THEMSELVES, then yeah, she won't take the time to try and help you.




/ i've got issues with my sleep

father. Patrick Stein , fifty six , Retired Construction Worker.
mother. Elanora Mason-Stein , fifty three , Arts Teacher.
siblings. Steven Stein , thirty seven , registered nurse.
Brian Stein , thirty four , Editor.
Alexandre Stein , thirty , mechanic.
pets. None
other family. Plenty of uncle/aunts and cousins, but none that actually influenced anything in her life....
history evaluated. Vanessa Lynn Stein was born the fourth and last child of Patrick and Elanora Stein. The married couple, who had met in their late teenage years and already parents of three young boys, were delighted to have a little girl, which made them feel like their family was complete. Of course, they loved their boys unconditionally like any parents, but a little girl was what was missing. They lived in a modest house in Oakland, California, with a big backyard where there was plenty of space for Vanessa and her brothers to play. When she was a baby, Vanessa's mother enjoyed dressing her in pretty dresses, but of course that was when she couldn't give her opinion about it... It was bound to happen, and it happened. As Vanessa grew older, she turned into a bit of a tomboy. When she reached the age of four, it was over. No more dressed and skirts and bows. Vanessa wanted to be 'cool like her brothers'. What else would you expect from a child that followed her older brothers everywhere they went, 24/7?!

As she got older, Vanessa found out her one true passion; Drawing. From a very young age, she had shown some interest in arts, but when she turned seven is when she started to show actual talent. Her mother, an art teacher who kept every single drawings Vanessa made, was very proud of her daughter, and would teach her some tips and tricks to make a drawing seem more realistic and well proportioned. They both had love of arts in common, and it somehow bring them closer to one another. She developed a very tight relationship with her mother, one that her brothers did not have. Elanora and Vanessa started spending more and more time together, drawing or painting in a room that they had set up for that purpose.Her brothers were never jealous or anything of that kind, but they understood that it was something that the mother and daughter enjoyed to do together. Under the watchful eye of her mother, Vanessa turned into a fine artist, one that enjoyed drawing pretty much any and everything. Vanessa would sometimes watch a movie, and in the middle of it, she would run to the 'art room' to draw a scene that had somehow caught her attention. Cartoons, motion pictures, it didn't matter, she would draw in her sketchbook, and go back to the movie to compare what she had drawn to the actual picture. Realism didn't come easy, but she worked hard to make her drawings seem as authentic as possible. In high-school, she joined some art contests, won a few and lost some others.

When senior year came around, Nissa already knew that she wanted to do... Well, not specifically, but she had a general idea. There was no way she would spend her life working on that didn't include drawing. So, after high school, she decided to go to the Arts Institute of California, in San Francisco. Of course, her mother encouraged her to follow her dreams, and she was more than happy that her daughter was somewhat following her lead. Vanessa still wasn't certain of what she wanted to do, but it somehow struck her towards the end of her second year, she there probably was the perfect job for her out there... And she knew what it was. Her main passion was, and always had been drawing. But she had always been a big movie person, too. After contemplating what her options were and getting some advice from staff at the Arts Institute, she was left with two options. Be a storyboard artist, or a working in animation. Both were very interesting to her, and she guessed she would have to wait and see which path life would chose for her.

After graduating, the time to go job hunting came. She build herself a nice portfolio, and went on her journey. She is still waiting for THE big contract, and is still trying to make herself a place in showbiz, but she is quite proud of what she has accomplished. Of course, she has only worked on some small contracts here and there, but she knows (Or seriously hopes) that she will succeed. Only a few months ago, the young woman made a life changing decision. She was moving out of the city where she had lived her whole life, and she was going to Hollywood. The place where everything happens, the place where magic happens, but also the place where hopes are shattered and dreams are burned to the ground... Hopefully, it won't be the later, for Vanessa Lynn Stein!

/ christmas came early for me

alias. Marie!
years of rp experience. Oh Lord... At Least seven?
other characters. None at the moment. (:
how did you find us. An ad on some site? XD
roleplay sample.
Note that my posts aren't all THAT long, but it's the first I found. =3

It seemed that Tanja craved danger the way an alcoholic did whisky, the way a baby did love and attention. A craving that could very well lead her to her death, or even worst her incarceration. Yes, being killed seemed like a better option than being locked into a dirty jail guarded by nazis, where she would undoubtedly be tortured and probably even raped. The idea of being that close to those she despised without being able to do anything bad to them simply terrified her, not that she would let it show if it ever happened... She would keep her hard mask on, and wouldn't give the disgusting dogs the satisfaction of seeing her in pain. No, she would not let them know just how horrible it was to be around them, and would do as she had always done around Nazis... Keep the straight face, keep the blank expression... That's what she always did, before killing them. And even when she couldn't at least injure them, she never smiled. Why would she smile to such vile human beings anyways?! Why would ANYONE?!

Even though she was well aware of the dangers of attending such an even, even when she knew that what she was about to do was a bit too risky, she was not going back. She knew that taking chances would not do her any good, she shouldn't have went into that 'Zazou' party or whatever they liked to call it, yet she was standing there, about to make her way past the boy by the door. He was looking at her weird, and she just stared back, her blue eyes cold and void of any emotions. The boy looked younger then her, yet he was trying to give her some kind of unpleasant attitude. The young woman's blond hair were flowing down passed her shoulders in lazy, long waves, contrasting weirdly against her black jacket. Taking a deep breath out of annoyance at the teenagers starring, Tanja decided to just walk into the place, and let her short legs take her to the building.

The boy let his eyes fall down as she got closer, and as soon as the door was open, loud music reached her ears. She froze for a second at the loudness, yet decided to just go on with her dumb idea. She had decided, when she had overheard a conversation on the street on that very same day, to pay a visit to this 'zazou' thing. It was as if the idea of some 'unwanted' people showing up attracted her, as if she wanted to get in trouble. If there were only one or two of them, she guessed it wouldn't be all that hard to take care of the situation... And as her eyes fell on the large number of attendees at the swing club, she realised that if needed, an escape would easily be achievable. There she was, at this underground, forbidden swing club, doing her personal analyze of the place. She noticed a door at the rear of the place, and a corridor on the opposite side. She guessed there would be another exit somewhere down that corridor, so it was overall 'safe' to be there.

Plus, her Aryan looks would certainly attract attention in the occurrence of some unplanned Nazi visit, but it would help her in some way, she was sure... If she was good enough to speak to them in an appropriate way, without any hate filling her words like venom. She walked further into the place, past a couple of young adults chatting loudly over the music blaring from the stage, both of which cast her a weird look. She couldn't hear their words over the loudness of the place, and she wasn't quite sure she would like to hear whatever it was they had to say anyways. Unbuttoning her jacket and throwing it, folded in half, over her left forearm, the blond made her way through the crowd slowly. Her black shirt was short sleeve, showing the skin of her pale arms, tucked into the hem of her red pencil skirt, making her already small waist seem even tinier. This sort of clothing made her feel a bit awkward, a bit too feminine for her own liking, yet the lady at the store she had purchased this apparel at had told her 'it fit her fantastic!'in very broken english.

Amazing to her that the French lady had though she was English, with her very thick German accent. Tanja stopped dead in her track when she heard soft gasping around her, and slowly turned to the door she had came in through only two minutes ago. Sure enough... She spotted what every one was looking at. A dumb looking man, clad in German uniform, speaking in loud French filled with an accent she recognized as the same she herself had. A dark smirk came to her lips, as her right hand went to her jackets pocket, pulling out a pack of cigarette and lighter. She let her eyes fall from the man as she pulled a white stick from the pack, lighting it, and then putting the cardboard box and lighter back where she had fished it from.

She let her blue eyes roam the room as she took a long drag from the cigarette, letting the smoke fill and linger in her lungs for a moment, before letting it escape from between her lips slowly. When she was done overlooking the area, she let her eye go back to the people who had came in after her, her cold eyes looking their way carelessly, a slight cynic smirk still lingering on her lips. What were the chance of this happening, such a short moment after she had came into the place?! She took another drag, flicking ashes to the already dirty floor, shifting her weight from her left leg to her right one impatiently. She should have been nervous, but she really wasn't, for some reason. They wouldn't recognize her, now, would they?! She was not Hugo, her face had not made first page... Yet, there was a chance, slight as it was, that someone in the small group would recognize her face for some unknown reason... And if that was the case, then she could kiss her freedom, and maybe even life good bye...

[anna]

lmao, she sounds like me. i always have a hand sanitizer around.