SADIQI, ZAFIRAH LU'LU'

[storm]

zafirah lu'lu' sadiqi.

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/ i want to voice this out loud

full name. Zafirah Lu'lu' Sadiqi
stage name. Zafirah Lulu
nicknames. Za-za, Lulu
age dob. Twenty / July 30th, 1989
gender. Female
sexual orientation. Heterosexual
career. tv/film actor
hometown. Kabul, Afghanistan


/ it's therapeutic somehow

height. 5'11
eyes. Brown
hair. Brown
build. Plus-size, thick
distinguishing features. Sultry eyes, slight chin dimple
play-by. Denise Bidot


/ so i'm moving to new york

loves.
• being plus-size
• her culture
• speaking arabic in front of people who do not speak it
• arabic music
• dancing
• arguing
• acting (theater, or cinema)
• her family (mixed feelings)
• pleather, faux fur
• animals
• bread
hates.
• meat
• ignorance
• push-overs
• animals abuse
• fur
• people who tell her that she's endangering her life by being too "fat"
• her family (mixed feelings)
• being expected to keep her opinions to herself
quirks.
• purses her lips a lot, and raises her left brow
• always ways her hips when walking (more than the average woman)
• plays with her hair
aspirations.
• eventually becoming a producer, having her own company
• being a regular on a sitcom
• becoming an actress, and carrying that over to afghanistan
• winning an award
secrets.
• has a bad relationship with her grandparents (not on speaking terms)
• TBA
personality evaluated. two healthy paragraphs or more.


/ i've got issues with my sleep

father. full name , age , occupation.
mother. full name , age , occupation.
siblings. full name , age , occupation.
pets. if any.
other family.
history evaluated. ten detailed dot points, or three healthy paragraphs. also include how they got into showbiz, thnx.


/ christmas came early for me

alias. Storm!
years of rp experience. Three to four
other characters. None!
how did you find us. Studio Circus, I believe
roleplay sample.

Priya was glad that she wasn't too late for the offer, and followed Jake into the club, his smile told her that he was feeling the same, as well. Again, she could feel the difference in the air, but the back seemed to have better air conditioning than the actual dance floor, even though it changed the feeling of stuffiness only a little. "Hi!" The girl waved at Mister Dean as he held the door open. She might have sounded a bit too excited, but she was a bit nervous entering here; she didn't really belong with all the musicians, and their mangers, so she would cling to Jake... well, cling as in stay close since he'd probably freak if she tried to touch him again. Continuing after her new friend, Priya couldn't help but look at the different people doing their thing, she might have left her mouth gaping a bit in the process, but her attention was distracted by another entrance way. "Fancy," she said as she let him open the door. Doing a slow circle she looked around as greedily as she was just checking out the backstage area. She assumed that he was the only one that really got a dressing room, since he was the only big-time DJ in the club tonight, and he was the one with the most gear, which Priya couldn't help but step closer to. The helmet might have as well said "NOT FOR ADHD CHILDREN!", because it sure as hell did a good job of getting her attention. "Why would they not be interested in you?" Priya asked still looking at his helmet. What sane, heterosexual woman wouldn't be interested in such a hunky, gentle guy?

She was still a good distance apart from his headgear, she didn't want to touch it. Who knew, maybe he didn't want his equipment to have other peoples' germs on it, too. Priya was glad when he waved her over, but still took slow, hesitant steps forward. She watched him put his plated gloves on, and then followed his fingered as they traveled along the helmet. Taking in what he was saying, she thought about why he used it. Was it because he just wanted to keep people in suspense, or was it to hide? She would understand why since it protected his identity, and even she knew, a girl who didn't pay attention much to famous people unless they were designers, or models, that celebrities were all victims of the yellow press. But somehow, she was suspicious that he did not hide himself just because he wanted the paparazzi to stay away from his private life. He was shy, she assumed from what she's witnessed so far; a germaphobe couldn't really be too social. When one was social, one was expected to make physical contact more frequently than less social people would. Priya was pondering about the reason for all the high tech gear while she listened him talk about it. She thought about asking him, but it might have been too nosy to do so, even though she was very curious, as she always was.

The girl looked up from the helmet again, meeting his eyes, and then looked at his shiny, golden gloves. She shook his hand, as if for the first time, and smiled looking him in the eyes again. "I can see," she said as she shook his hand. Once again, she looked down at his covered hands, and ran her fingers over the plates, feeling the smooth of the metal, maybe getting a little fresh, but not really thinking about manners. Priya was still trying to figure him out. Maybe with his little fear, he did not really have the desire to get close to people, which must have made life a whole lot easier. Priya desired closeness, she desired affection, she desired friendships. At times it was to the point where she felt a bit too clingy, even if she wasn't. She didn't even value material things that much, but people, people were the important part of her life. Material things got lost, they got damaged, and could be replaced, but there were few people who could be replaced so easily.