REFAELI, arielle zivah.

[tori1]

arielle zivah refaeli.

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/ i want to voice this out loud

full name. arielle zivah refaeli.
stage name. arielle refaeli.
nicknames. ari, but don't call her that.
age dob. twenty-one. august eighth, nineteen eighty-nine.
gender. female.
sexual orientation. heterosexual.
career. tv/film actor.
hometown. barcelona, spain.


/ it's therapeutic somehow

height. 5' 8"
eyes. a deep blue with golden flecks.
hair. dark/honey blonde. it hits below her shoulders and is usually curled.
build. she's thin, only weighs 120 pounds. she does pilates so she's tone and muscular.
distinguishing features. her smile.
play-by. esti ginzburg.


/ so i'm moving to new york

loves. coffee, sleeping in, surfing, meeting new people, clothes, snakes, photography, laughing, animals, tiramasu, playing piano, acting, tea, running, the beach, being with family, honey, staying busy.
hates. arrogance, wine, being underestimated, not being trusted, pomegranates, getting her hair cut, when her nail polish chips, gossip.
quirks. always has her nails painted, drinks coffee like it's her crack, always surfs at six in the morning, almost always chewing gum, crosses and uncrosses her legs when nervous, taps fingers when excited.
aspirations. to be an a-lister, to be able to buy her parents a house, to travel the world and help people, to be known for her surfing.
secrets. she keeps a stash of chocolate in her bedside table. she can sing but preferred acting so never pursued a career in music.
personality evaluated.

it's easy to like arielle. she's loyal and intelligent, and can make anyone laugh within two minutes of being with her. she's a "life of the party" personality. ari is confident, carries herself in a way that makes people think she's important, and she is completely outspoken. if she has an opinion, she will not hesitate to tell you, a trait that tends to get her in trouble. not that it really bugs her - arielle is a total trouble maker - if there's a rule, she will break it. arielle likes making statements - if someone tries to take authority over her, she will go out of her way to show them that they have no power over her. if a girl thinks she can be a bitch to arielle, she will go out of her way to prove to that girl that no one can mess with her. she feels like she's constantly proving herself - she wants people to know that she's independent, that they can't just step on her or tell her what to do. she wants to do everything for herself, learn her own lessons. arielle is completely fearless - to a point of recklessness. she will try absolutely anything once, even if it's dangerous or life threatening. she can't say no to a dare. arielle is a very headstrong person. she knows what she wants and what she believes; good luck changing her mind. stubbornness is one of the main qualities that arielle has - in fact it's the quality most people notice first. she doesn't change her mind about anything. if she has a preconceived idea about someone, it's not going to go away no matter how strong your argument is. it takes a miracle and a half to make arielle see the light about things. this plays into her loyalty - she is fiercely loyal to those who she cares about. arielle isn't one who likes being humiliated. in fact, it's one of the things that pisses her off most. she doesn't like being put down or insulted in public. she doesn't like people thinking they're better than her, and she'll let them know. but despite these traits, she tries to stay relatively unbiased; she doesn't like people who judge, so the only way she'll immediately dislike you is if you're a complete and total bitch to her.

arielle is also self-assured; she never doubts anything that she does. she knows that she is a competent, capable girl, so she trusts her instincts and just goes with the flow. she doesn't really regret anything she's ever done, and that's something she's proud of. she's proud that she knows herself well enough that she's never majorly messed up her life. she loves people, loves studying them, loves learning new things and making new friends. she's intensely interested in world affairs, loves politics. people are usually surprised at how incredibly intelligent arielle is - it's almost disarming. she's extremely well spoken, cunning, quick witted. she's a very enjoyable person to have a conversation with. she's also incredibly sarcastic - sarcasm is practically her second language, but it's almost... charming on her. arielle is also a total flirt - but don't mistake that for being slutty. she doesn't sleep around - she doesn't see the point. she's more into the dating scene - not a full on relationship, but not a fling, either. she loves to flirt with guys; it's a game to her, and she usually wins. arielle isn't a big drinker, but she does go to parties. she prefers not to get totally shitfaced, because she would never want to make a fool of herself, so she usually just settles with water or iced tea and goes with the flow. she loves sports - loves. them. you'll catch her on the beach every morning surfing, or swimming, or cliff diving, or playing volleyball - you name it, she's doing it. being active basically keeps her sane - that's why she's pretty much always in a playful, good mood; because she's so active all the time. she also does yoga regularly to keep herself balanced - because although she's spontaneous and wild, she needs to stay level headed. she's fantastic in horrible situations - she keeps her wits and can think clearly even in the worst spots. arielle is also extremely trustworthy - even if she isn't close to you, she'll keep your secrets. oh, and she never lies.

/ i've got issues with my sleep

father. deimos refaeli, 50, lawyer.
mother. tatiana refaeli, 48, journalist.
siblings. n/a.
pets. arielle has a siberian husky; his name is beau.
other family. none of importance.
history evaluated.

arielle zivah refaeli was born in barcelona, spain. her parents, both successful business people, were thrilled to have a baby girl. arielle grew up happy - her parents treated her right, spent time with her, taught her right from wrong. she was well off from the start - her parents had enough money to sustain them all, they had successful paying jobs, and arielle was loved. perhaps she had the stubborn streak from the start - she had always been incredibly headstrong, doing exactly what she wanted, taking no guidance or direction. her parents grew frustrated with her as she grew older - by the time she was twelve she was used to getting her way because her mother was too tired to fight with her. arielle didn't try to be spoiled or to make her parents angry - she was just simply caught in her own ways, unable to see anything other than what she wanted. by the time she was fifteen, arielle and her mother fought almost daily. arielle could not stand her mother's constant nagging, her need to push arielle into a box that she would not conform to. arielle's mother could not stand her daughter's recklessness, fearing that one day her daughter would suffer the consequences. arielle's father stayed out of it, mostly. he was at work most of the time anyway, bringing in the money for the family so they could have a house to live in. as arielle got older, she stayed stubborn, but started to realize the pressure she was putting on her mother. by the time she was eighteen and ready to move out, she had managed to patch her relationship with her mother, and they remained close when she made the decision to move to los angeles.

at first, it was because she wanted something different, a complete change in scenery. she loved barcelona, but los angeles would give her more opportunities. at the beginning, she thought about her music. she had been writing songs since she was twelve, had a guitar, and could sing. but when she tried to pursue it, she found that it wasn't where her passion was - she didn't love it as much as she thought she would, so she gave up on that effort. she took up a job as a hostess to pay the rent and searched for her next big adventure. that's when she took up surfing. it had never interested arielle when she was in barcelona - the oceans there were beautiful but it wasn't a common sport there so she'd never truly looked into it. but when she was introduced into it by a friend one day, she became obsessed. she was a natural from the start, and it became a lifestyle to her. she loved it. maybe that's how she got her acting job; because it was on the beach that she was discovered. her friends had held a bonfire on the beach - there were tons of people there, all from big city record companies and agencies, friends of friends, she supposed. they were putting on skits, tipsy, laughing, having fun. and apparently, her acting skills were up to par, even if she was laughing during the entire thing, because that night she was handed a card and told to call the number. she did. she was admitted into a low budget film as the lead within four months.

she quickly realized that where she lacked in passion for music, she made up for it with her new-found career. her first few films were small - she played supporting roles in most of them, although she didn't really mind. by the time she was twenty she had five films under her belt, none huge box office movies but still an achievement in her eyes. once she got a little pocket money she moved into a nicer loft near the beach, although it's definitely nothing as extravagant as the beach houses the a-listers have. right after she turned twenty, she found out that her agent had been stealing her money right out from under her nose and turning down fantastic movie opportunities. arielle was absolutely outraged, and she learned a hard lesson about show biz. she promptly fire her agent, hired a lawyer, and sued him out of all the money he had embezzled. she went through three different agents in a four month period before she found the right one - a level headed woman with plenty of spunk and an honest streak to boot. her agent convinced her that just doing movies would make it harder for her to find work, so she convinced arielle to try tv show acting as well. arielle was quickly thrown back into the mix of auditions and has been working hard to land another role for about two months now. her acting skills have improved and she's well on the way to stardom.


/ christmas came early for me

alias. tori.
years of rp experience. five.
other characters. none.
how did you find us. i was previously a member (a while back) but i became inactive but i wanted to try again.
roleplay sample.

natasha wished that she were blind, that she didn't have to see the raw emotions in his eyes. she had always wanted to ask him if it had been worth it, if he regretted cheating on her, but she could see now that he did. and it wasn't hatred the felt towards him... she just wanted to ask him why? she was angry, yes. but she doubted she could ever truly hate aleks. he had been the one man in her life who had treated her right, before she met drake. aleks had loved her and she had loved him; they had had something, a connection, something special. but he had just thrown it away like she was nothing. she remembered the day he had told her. they had embraced, pressed up against each other, his arms around her as she pressed her face into his neck. he had said natasha, we really need to talk. there something i need to tell you, to be honest with you about. she had been so naive back then, nothing bad had even crossed her mind. she had figured maybe his parents were in town or he had forgotten to pay the apartment bill or something. but what he had said next... she simply wasn't prepared for it. she remembered standing there for a moment, still in his embrace, then pulling back slowly, her mind stupidly trying to comprehend his words. she just hadn't understood - she had searched his eyes, looking for some reason to believe he was lying, that it was a cruel joke and that he would take it back and kiss her again and it would all be okay. but as her eyes searched his the sense of panic had risen in her throat. she remembered not being able to speak. she remembered the kiss that they had shared just moments before that still lingered on her lips, now more bitter than sweet. her heart had shattered in that moment. she remembered looking down, trying to hide the tears that had spring up in her eyes, then looking back up at him, the pain so clear on her face. she had asked him to leave, her voice breaking as she said it. he did, not a hug or a kiss goodbye, just a look as he went out the door, just one over the shoulder gaze, and he was gone. she had laid in her bed for the rest of the day, wishing for death. saying that she was devastated would have been an understatement.

after he left, it got harder each day. after a while she got out of bed, moved around. she got dressed and called a friend. she started going outside. she stated eating again. but she didn't laugh or smile, or at least, she did it so rarely that when she did her friends were startled by it. the first two months were the hardest. they were when she still had all that raw emotion inside her, those months were when she had still cared. she secluded herself from her friends, and soon, she didn't have many. just the select few who had chosen to stick around. she grew skinnier, she got tougher, she didn't talk as much, she never listened to anyone. she was in her own little world. after that six months, she got worse, but it got easier for her to cope. she sunk into alcohol abuse, because it was so much easier not feeling that having to remember that she wasn't good enough for the man she loved. it was easier than remembering that one night with someone else had changed his mind about her. it was easier than realizing that maybe she just wasn't good enough, that maybe it hadn't been her boyfriends, but natasha. that realization hurt the most, but she believed it the most. that she just simply wasn't good enough. that was around the time that she started cutting herself. she had started to get back into the game of sleeping around, and a man she had been currently involved with had gotten in a fight with her. she had gotten angry, gone home, was drunk and didn't know how to cope with white-hot rage inside of her. she had grabbed a steak knife, holding it in her hands for a moment, unsure, wanting to, knowing it was sick and wrong. but she had sat on her bed, her teeth gritted, needing to feel something, needing to know that she was real. the blade slid across her skin, and she had been hooked. and in a very sick way, it used to be therapy for her. when she was drinking, or even sober, she never felt anything. it was like she had cried so much that her emotions had seeped out with the tears. she just couldn't feel anymore, but the pain reminded her she was real. that she was human and that she was alive.. that it was possible she would feel again. it gave her hope.

she went on like that for the next month, before one of her friends noticed and made her stop cutting. she refused to stop using alcohol as her crutch, but she agreed to put the knives and blades down, and she did. she kept to her word; she let the scars heal, and tried to forget it had ever happened. this was when she had started to change, progress into the girl she was now. she got more seriously into hunting - before it had been just a side job, something she did to please the father that had never wanted her. but when she began to really get into it, she enjoyed it. she enjoyed the hunt, the kill. it made her feel more alive than cutting ever had. she got into kickboxing, into street fighting, anything that kept her adrenaline up. adrenaline was how she coped now. she started getting more and more reckless, with less regard for the value of her life. she did stupid things - cliff diving, swimming with sharks, mountain climbing, anything. she couldn't say no. this progressed into her headstrong, stubborn traits. although she had always been stubborn, this was on a new level. she listened to absolutely no one. whether she knew she was going to get killed or not, if she had set her mind to do something, she was going to do it. she didn't give a damn what anyone told her to do. she started getting more and more sarcastic, bitchier, more demanding. she stopped caring more and more until she was basically emotionless. the humor came back, but it was dark, cynical. there were no positive outlooks in her life. she could only see two feet in front of her, and from her point of view, everything looked shitty. she was wreck; that was the only way to put it. she slept around, never had any serious relationships but "dated" a few men.

she had lost all faith in love. she didn't think it existed anymore, not after love had ripped her heart out and cut it up slowly, piece by piece. how could she believe in love? her own father had never loved her. the moment she told him she hadn't wanted to be a hunter he had shunned her from the family, disowned her. she hadn't even talked to any of her brothers in over three years. she wondered if they even cared. until drake, she hadn't believed in love. it had been hard being with drake - she had been scared, and untrusting, but as she quickly got to know him, the more she saw, and the more he liked. she didn't care that only a few people approved of their relationship. if she never showed her feelings, if no one believed she had any, did they not think something good was in the man for her to fall in love with him? he treated her right, made her come out of her shell. she felt safe around him, like if she were herself, it wouldn't be an issue. he would still love her anyways. they fought, yes. but they also tended to understand each other. they knew what it was like to lose the people you loved, and he kept her strong, told her she was wrong when she was, told her what she needed to hear even when she didn't want to hear it. he was good for her, despite what anyone thought. drake had gotten her closer to being her old self than anyone else had ever thought about getting her. and here was the very man who broke her heart, standing in front of her, his face filled with pain as if he were the one who had gotten his heart broken. she wondered if he ever thought about them, their first date, their first kiss, everything, anything.

she remembered the first date so clearly, it was like it had happened yesterday. it was nice outside, not too warm as russian summers tended to get. she had taken her jacket off, and was leaning back, her arms outstretched behind her to support her weight as she watched the movie. gone with the wind. it wasn't a bad choice; she was enjoying it actually. but it was hard to concentrate on the movie with aleks sitting next to her. she tried to hard not to glance over, but she did and laughed when she realized he had glanced over at the same time. there was no awkwardness between them. it was easy to laugh with him. she looked away, back to the screen, but his warmth next to her refused to let her concentrate. she looked over at him again, memorizing his face. his eyes were perfect, a deep blue that she felt like she could fall into. he looked at her, and their eyes locked. "want to go for a walk?" she had asked. aleks had agreed. pulling her jacket on and standing up. she took his arm, and he led her past all the people, to the gardens in the park. it was night time, but it still gorgeous outside. it was easy talking to him - their conversation had no weird pauses or awkward silences. the words flowed out without effort. but when they reached the fountain, laughing, walking closer to each other, they stopped. they sat down on the edge, and she looked into his eyes. it was dark but she could see them so clearly. their first kiss was like magic, as cheesy as that sounded. they read each others' minds, leaning in in unison, their lips meeting softly, hesitantly at first. the next kiss was more sure, and it sent electric shivers down her spine, made her stomach feel like it was filled with butterflies. the night had been perfect, but the kiss had been better. did he even remember any of that? did he want to? she figured by now he had met someone else, or was still with the unknown shifter woman from the bar. she hoped he was happy, genuinely. because as much as she wanted to hate him, she still loved him too much. she just wanted him to be happy, that was it.

they moved closer to each other. it was hard being so near him - her body wanted his touch. she wanted to feel his rough fingers against her face, always so gentle with her. she wanted to feel his lips in the place just below her jaw. she wanted his arms around her, to stare into his eyes, she wanted him. but she as much as she wanted to run into his arms, as much as she needed to, she couldn't. she couldn't let herself. not after what he had done. his eyes told her so much, and it made her chest hurt. why was he so remorseful about it? all she could see was regret in his face. he still loved her. that realization almost brought tears to her eyes, and emotion flooded her face. she was almost the same girl he had known. but although she looked almost the same, there were still differences. she looked worn, like she didn't sleep enough. she looked wary; she didn't trust anyone now. his answer angered her, but she kept it under control. she didn't answer, and soon there were no words passing between them, but plenty of communication. they stared into each others' eyes, each speaking with them, each desperate and needing to be understood. she wanted him to love her for what she was now, she needed him to understand what he done, to tell her he was sorry, to hug her. she needed him to tell her why he had done it, she needed him to tell her what she needed to hear. but she wanted him to understand that she wasn't going to be jerked around, that she she was with someone. that she had learned to love again but that he had broken her, ruined her. they were only two feet apart now, so close, but it felt like there was so much distance between them. she wanted to hug him, god she wanted to so badly. could she? even with all the things left unsaid, could she? she wanted his arms to wrap around her waist where they fit perfectly. she wanted her chest pressed up against his so she could feel his heartbeat, hear his breath deepen as she wrapped her arms around his neck, pulling him close.

she wanted to smell him, the familiar spicy scent that had used to make her feel so safe. she wanted to see him smile, that smile he had just for her, the one that lit his face up whenever she walked into the room. she wanted him to hold her again like he had used to, late at night when they had finished making love, her head against his chest, his arms around her tightly, making her feel so secure, so loved. she wanted that. to feel his warmth. to hear his laugh. to hear him say "i love you." she hadn't realized how much she had missed him until now. and it confused her. she shouldn't have all these wants and desires - she should have hated him, should have detested the thought of him hugging her. but she couldn't find a single thought in her body that would protest the feel of his body against hers, the way she fit so perfectly against him. god, what had happened? they had been so perfect for each other. she had seen her future with him, she had loved him, she had wanted to be with him the rest of her life. and she still did, at least a small part of her, the part of the old natasha, hidden away in the back of her heart. but her head reminded her that the rest of her heart was reserved for someone else, that she had dedicated herself to someone else, and that she couldn't drop him and leave. she loved drake. she wasn't going to do that to him. and logic defied the idea of leaving drake for aleks. aleks had left her. maybe he didn't even want her back. maybe he just wanted to apologize and move on with his life. all she knew was that she just wanted his arms around her, to feel the comfort. maybe then everything would make sense.

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