TREVENA, zula ella

[zula]

zula ella trevena.

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/ i want to voice this out loud

full name. Zula Ella Trevena
stage name. Zula Trevena
nicknames. Z, Zul, Zu, Z.E, Z.T, Trevena, Aussie, The Land Down Under
age dob. twenty-three, April first, nineteen eighty-seven
gender. female
sexual orientation. curious
career. film actress currently unknown in the U.S.
hometown. Sydney,New South Wales, Australia


/ it's therapeutic somehow

height. 5' 2'
eyes. dark brown
hair. brown and long
build. slender, curvy
distinguishing features. eyes change color to a green-hazel when excited, small frame, long wavy hair
play-by. Leighton Meester


/ so i'm moving to new york

loves.
candy apples
"Why? Because they're bloody teeth pulling circle of goodness. Nothing much better on a rainy day."
music
"It's in my veins dad is a musician so you could say it's always been around."
football
"Who doesn't like footie? I adore the sport I tend to play it on my weekends with my mates back home. It's my relief I can just be me. I am a blooming good striker."
theater
"I prefer Victorian or Shakespeare when I go see a play. But I after all love the low budget of it. And the whole idea of an audience only a few meters away. It's breath taking. Ah and the sound of the applause . "
improvisation
"What can be sweeter than making things up on you're own. It's fresh and new when you can just create it from nothing. In the acting sense to create something on a whim some view it as hard and need that script give me a few seconds and a scene I can make it work."
most alcohol
"Blooming hell I love a good night at a club or a pub. But there is something about a good club is the barkeep. And of course what their specialty drinks are. And when I get talking to a barkeep I tend to ask for the most unusual drink or the most popular. Always get a few free drinks out of the deal. "
hates.
paparazzi
"I had to deal with it growing up. And just the random stuff they made up about my dad use to fluster the hell out of me. But when I was about sixteen and I got set up by a few of my classmates. Long bloody story.. and I was plastered all over. And that's when I moved in with my mum across town.. And trust me.. I started my acting."
my father
"I might have lived with him for a majority of my life. But I think he is the biggest dick on the planet. He left a few times on tours without telling me and just assumed I would know to go to my mums. It's rather hard when he is a musician.. never seemed to really have a band that stuck to him. He was good at creating them. But nothing really to write home about him."
long dresses
"Gah I am small not like I need something making me even smaller! It's horrible. I hate them. I swear them off. I like dresses of course but the smaller the better. Gives my legs the illusion that they're longer."
religion
"Why? I think it's rather a good way to reform old drug addicts but I find it rather old and not really any use to me. Not to say I do believe in God in everything rather than this big lad in the sky."
babies
"They scare the hell out of me. They cry, eat, and crap. That is not exactly something I want one day. And plus do you see what they do to you're body? Fuck that."
school
"Honestly I think I spent a month at different schools so I was never exactly grounded to one school. And it didn't help when they found out who my father was I would get loaded with bloody questions. But after all I went to a few acting schools that I did really well in."
quirks.
“I fall a sleep with the television going. “
“I can bake a cake with my eyes closed.”
“I have a dream journal that I write in everyday”
“I sing in the shower ”
aspirations.
“I want to be world renowned actress”
“ I want to buy my mother a bakery.”
“I want to host the Grammy’s in the U.S”
secrets.
“I always said I wasn’t a virgin when I was in High School.”
“I get deathly sick when I see 3-D movies. ”
personality evaluated.
The honest
Most people can either really appreciate the straight forwardness or dislike it. But Zula has gotten the bad reaction from people first. Often getting send to the headmistress office as a child when she would smart mouth a teacher. Good thing that her mother never really punished her because she wanted Zula to learn to be herself. And quickly Zula would say things that people where thinking. Even if she was sitting in class and if she had a question, she knew a lot of the other kids had questions. And she would raise her hand and open her mouth. Normally a very passionate person no matter what she would bring up. She would be one for the teachers to dislike because Zula was queen at getting the teachers off task because of her asking too many questions. But finding herself within her group of friends is really important to Zula because she wants to be given the same honestly that’d she give herself. So she doesn’t do well with people who sugar coat things. She is actually has a sixth sense about the bull shit that people say to her. Often if she will ask an apposing questions to whatever is going on. And often not mean to embarrass people with her straight forwardness. Though sometimes she is not even aware that she is doing it.

The cook
Simple growing up in a house that often smelled like cake and candy. It was easy to learn how to cook early on in life. Plus watching her mother really helped towards the end of living with her. But Zula is much more delicate when she cooks. She doesn’t take criticism really well in this field Hence she didn’t go into the cooking world. Though she does enjoy to cook for a large group of people. And entertain for people. She tends to not hire caters for her events that she would want to hold. And she would have temps be the waiters and such. Not always enjoying cooking for just one with her glass of wine. When she goes out with friends and orders a good food, or something that she saw that looked amazing on someone else’s plate. She will always go back to the chefs, and get the recopies. And will remake them; and often she will customize it or something to make it fit Zula. Zula is not a fan of fast food, she finds it disgusting. So she refuses to eat it. She would much prefer her food to be made of food rather than frozen things from the back of a freezer.

The actress
Zula can be a control freak especially when she doesn’t get her way. Also when she doesn’t get her way. Often this is her acting skills out in the open to create a bit of a sense. Though she prefers the spotlight on herself rather than anyone else. Not only can she bring her acting skills out in the world of normal people. But she can really confuse some people who might have recently met her that she is bipolar or uncontrolled emotions. And secretly when things like this happen she finds it rather amusing because she can easily turn her acting off and be a normal down to earth person. Or act like an emotional strung out girl. Though she often gets a little defensive when she hears about people calling actresses lazy. Because she says they do not understand the work load, and the loads of hours they work versus other people. Something that bothers her as well is when people say that anyone can be an actress. This will strike her in the middle of her heart because she believes its her calling.
/ i've got issues with my sleep

father. Gregory "Tex" Perkins , forty-seven, musician.
mother. Ella Trevena , forty-two, cake baker.
siblings. none
pets. Albatross a German Shepherd
other family. unknown

history evaluated. To a woman who was traveling around with a local Australian band, who had fallen in lust with a man. And did not only not get any love from the relationship but a beautiful baby girl. Zula was born April 1, 1987. But that was not the end of the story. The baby Zula would be born to two people who tried to make it work for the child. Though unsuccessfully within twelve months after her birth. Tex had left to go on tour with a band of his that he recently created. And the couple spilt up. Zula who was more accustom to her mother already. Would watch from her play pen her mother in the kitchen making cakes for different people in the neighborhood. Since watching her mother in the kitchen so often she began to speak and mention things around the kitchen. Within five years of growing around the kitchen, and watching her dear sweet mother. She began to help her mother; though with little things first pouring milk, cracking eggs. Zula was a very independent little girl. She would always want to do it by herself. Folding laundry she found really fun. But every year for her birthday her father would take her to see a Shakespeare play. It was a love that would be a shared between the two.

Growing up, she occasionally traveled with her father when she got older around Australia. And up into Europe with his bands; there were so many it was hard to keep track which was which. Always dreaming of singing her own rock band when she was a girl but that would eventually change. When she saw her father with other woman, and it was not the nice man she was so use too either. He seemed drunk, he was saying things. And from London she had called her mother, and begged to go home. Of course the mother had set all the plane ride information up as soon as she could so she could come back to Sydney. Quickly she had found herself rather bored with her “Normal” life that she tried to live for years on years. And often getting sent to the Headmistress office for being to honest. Or not paying attention in class. Or the infamous one; she was to busy reading Shakespeare to pay attention to the professors. So she had bounced from school to school as a young girl. Though her mother never punished her for being herself. More so welcomed it. But had taken the advice of the fourth Headmistress to get her into a Art directed school. And in fact there was a school that Zula had her eyes on at thirteen. And when she began to attend she learned quickly what she wanted to do. The theater groups is where she found herself, later hours of the night running lines with fellow actresses and actors. It was the dedication. Her grades began to be passable.

By the time Zula would graduate she would perform 20 of Shakespeares’ 37 plays. But she would see all of them for different occasions when her father decided to be a father. Only thing Zula would think she would gather his attention though he would never miss one of her plays. Also not only did Zula enjoy the theater part of it. But she wanted to be an actress, maybe her father would like her. She had a complex idea when it came to her father. Though she would quickly learn that her father would make a lot of mistakes. And have other woman, and musical projects that would keep him away from his duties as a father. Cooking her own meals since her and her mother were on different schedules, but always seemed to make time for each other on a Saturday morning and Sunday dinner. Before Zula’s nineteenth birthday she would be part of a Shakespeare Festive in Sydney for the fifth year in a row. And that’s when she was approached by a local television man; who would be contacting Zula for a few guest star appearances in Evil Girls, playing a crazy exgirlfriend. She would appear four times. And she loved the magic of a television production. That February she would began to attend Sydney’s Theater School. Believing there would be something to it. Her mother would help her pay for the schooling, as Zula would wait tables and do other odd jobs when she was not in class or attending rehearsals. Zula’s mother was always passionate about helping her daughter and set aside her own dreams. After her twenty-first birthday she would get an agent which would push her to drop out of acting school. Who would land her a lead roll on a television show called Looking Roadside which would in-tale of three girls, and three boys all best friends traveling around the world. And their parties, and what would happen to six. So it was the first time Zula would see the world that wasn’t from a tour bus. And she would spend two years on the show; her character would fall in love and stay in Prague. So that gave Zula some time to spread her wings, and now she is looking for a new adventure in the United States of America.


/ christmas came early for me

alias. Ri or Princess Ri
years of rp experience. about five years
other characters. nada
how did you find us. an advert
roleplay sample.

to be inside Travon's head was a scary place. and right now probably was not a good place to venture in. having his cigarette between his lips as his purple guitar was in his grasp. as he walked up the seven flights of stairs to the come and go room. though he had learned that it would transform into any room that he would possibly need. but there was something unappealing about the dungeons right now. he could come up with a place with amazing acoustics. but sucking in his cigarette he had a two packs with him just in case he became a train. and it could happen when he was writing his songs and rocking to his own music. appearing to the blank wall in front of him as he walked passed it three times. he was in need of a secure place to jam and make a whole lot of noise. though he had thrown a piece of parchment at Jaxon in one of there lessons earlier that day so he would join him. since the defense against the dark arts professor would not allow the pair to sit near each other; arse. when Travon pushed open the door he saw a bright lighted room, with large ceilings. and there was some sort of padding on the walls that would help the sound bounce off it. and he gazed to the amps that were placed around the room. and than he noticed a large leather couch placed nearest one. and he quickly jumped on it. not caring that if it was his mother's couch he would have been yelled at it for not treating it with a bit of respect. and quickly messing with the dials on the guitar. since it was one of his guitars he had bewitched to be pick up any amp near by. and damn did Travon have fun putting amps in the pipes around Hogwarts. and just jam whenever he felt like it. and allowing the guitar to stand up in his lap as he gazed to the dark stratocastor in his grasp. it looked purple in some moments and black in the other. it was a curious debate within the people in Travon's mind of what the rightful color actually was. but beside that, he felt the warmth of the smoke and embers from the cigarette nearest his lips. sparing a eye to look down rather cross eyed at the cancer stick. and not removing it, as Travon began to put his hand behind the neck of the guitar. as his fingers stretched around to touch the strings. and he began to play. it was a not exactly a melodic tune. but it was a definite punk sounding. and his hands began to go down from the neck in a squeak. and trying to ignore the noise but it made it more perfect with the imperfections. as his hands made the different chords to keep the punk music alive.

he was wondering if any of his weird sister brothers or his weird sister, sisters would join him. any number of person could have kept him company. though he could have Jaxon and be really himself. and totally just have another piece of his brain. sitting on the black leather couch as he stretched his legs out in front of him. as he continued to play nothing really in a order. as he kept bouncing between the same six chords. trying to work them in a particular order so he could hear what sounds better. and often playing the chords twice before changing it up. but after all nothing seemed to just flow toward him. and he wondered if he should get his bass or any other string instrument. he was positive as if he thought about it hard enough that a piano would appear in the room. he could be loud, and gloomy on the piano. though it seemed the guitar was up lifting. even the cello, his father's preferred instrument. rolling back his shoulders removing his chord hand from the neck of the guitar. he grabbed the ending smoke from his lips and tossed it into an ash tray. and watching the smoking embers. he watched the long waves in the air of the heavy smoke. even to stop his playing as he gazed to watch the smoke. it always seemed inspiring. though he stared at it. if he was any more curiouser he would have tried to reach out and touch the gray smoke that seemed to appear to have its own mind making long designs. he often loved when the sun it the gray cloud. it would almost sparkle. but staring down to the instrument in his grasp. quickly going back to play. and it was simple to come up with some sort of a melody of a song. though melody's often came first or they could come last in song writing. he was now sure he was going to find something to go with melody. and he had guessed his tempo would be a fast but a slow, a little louder than calm. grabbing his parchment and quill from his guitar case, he began to write down the chords he had played for a eighth time before. and he was trying to come up with some quirky words, and plays on words. he could do it better than some artists. after all that might just be self confidence exploding out on the scene. that was after all refreshing enough to have. but as he began to play the same eight chords, as it grew with two more chords. and it just seemed to stick. and having his fingers form the chords, and allow the music to escape and touch the air. this all felt much better than falling a sleep with his guitar in his grasp on the Slytherin couches. as nice as that sounded; Travon did want to sleep. he could sleep when he was dead rather than while he was playing music.

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