MIRAJ, ONIKA ZARA
Jul 22, 2011 15:34:57 GMT -5
Post by seth on Jul 22, 2011 15:34:57 GMT -5
onika zara miraj.
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/ i want to voice this out loud
full name. onika zara miraj.
stage name. onika miraj.
nicknames. not applicable.
age dob. nineteen. september twenty first.
gender. female.
sexual orientation. straight.
career. tv/film actress.
hometown. fargo, north dakota.
/ it's therapeutic somehow
height. five foot seven inches.
eyes. hazel.
hair. sun kissed blonde.
build. petite.
distinguishing features. one thing noticed by many of her peers would be her beautiful blonde hair. the hair travels down her back stopping below her breast. this thick curly hair is sure to be a big look when she hits it big.
play-by. sky ferreira.
/ so i'm moving to new york
loves. dubstep, the liberal ideas of the west coast, marijuana, coffee, beach days.
hates. people who are full of themselves, being compared to someone obviously better, being without interaction, the zoo, small dogs.
quirks. twitchy eyes when nervous, tends to be a little to promiscuous when drunk, forgets lines when yelled at.
aspirations. adopt a child, write a life story, be an a-lister by twenty five.
secrets. cheated her way through high school, had an abortion.
personality evaluated.
In simple terms Onkia could be described as a gossip-hungry teenage girl with a love for acting and singing. In high school she was a drama kid with a bit of a bad side. Onkia often attended her local community theater, where she acted on stage in small roles. At the start of high school young Onkia was a nobody. Onkia was that girl that you sat behind in chemistry who's name you didn't know. By senior year though she was a crown jewel, in her high school's social hierarchy. Now she's anything but a wall flower. Loving, loud and and always up for an adventure friends turn to her for a memorable night. But why the change? Well she figured, why tell your children that something is bad when you can't say you've experienced it.
Not all good things come from being a wild child though. When drinking, she can be sent on a whirlwind trip of sexual spirituality. Not that she remembers. It only happens when she's wasted, but friends have told her she becomes one promiscuous little kitty-cat when the vodka hits her system. So much to the point in high school she managed to have a one night stand. This didn't lead to anything good because to weeks later she was in a doctor's office getting an abortion. This was a hard time in her life and since then she's managed to calm it down. She's traded in the bottle for the bong. Some might think smoking is bad but to her it's safer then being in a drunken mess while running around Hollywood.
/ i've got issues with my sleep
father. james edward miraj, fifty-five, preacher.
mother. donna marie miraj, fifty three, nurse.
siblings. james micheal miraj, fifteen, dairy queen worker/student.
tamika brie miraj, four, not applicable.
pets. not applicable.
other family. dorthey marie horance, seventy two, grandmother
history evaluated.
Onika's family was always strongly into the preforming arts. Her first performance was in first grade when she played Betsy Ross. On that night she may have only had four lines, but it was clear to her six year old heart that acting was what she would want to do for the rest of her life. She began taking more serious roles in the sixth grade when she joined her local community theater. The majority of the other actors where either in high school, or beyond. However the community theater needed a Tiny Tim for the production of A Christmas Story. She tried out, getting the role. After pinning her hair up and changing her clothes she could of fooled anyone.
Later she tried out for bigger roles. Her mother and her flew out to Hollywood numerous times for casting calls. She even made it in the final four to play Max, the best friend of Corey Baxter on the hit Disney show That's So Raven. When she wasn't trying for roles in Hollywood she was playing them back home. High school hit and she saw it as a time to renovate herself. She started getting invited to parties. After making new friends her confidence boosted and it showed in her work landing her more local jobs. Her favorite was playing in the indie film Forever Tuesday.
When high school was finished she moved to New York for a short time. There she lived in a small apartment, making it by from the skin on her teeth. She stared in two off Broadway productions but both were a flop. After weeks deep in thought she discovered stage acting wasn't her genre. She saved money and moved to Sanata Monica. Currently she works as a waitress in West Hollywood.
/ christmas came early for me
alias. Seth.
years of rp experience. One.
other characters. Not Applicable.
how did you find us. Caution.
roleplay sample.
The following is taken from my thread "Oppsie I made a Woopsie" on WestWood Manor.
Aubrey sent a sharp jab into the man's side. ”One. Two. Three.” It was actually amazing to see such a small girl with such attitude fight like a Mike Tyson junior. Her kicks and punches were swift and cut through the air leaving a faint whisper as it swished past your ear. But what can you expect? Aubrey didn't take six years of Muay Tai for nothing. And now a black belt she didn't know why she was taking it. Probably just for Ken her instructor. Ken's body was far more muscularly developed than Dom's, or any guy at Westwood for that. Perhaps though she secretly liked it. It felt good knowing she could probably kick the ass of most of Westwood's next four classes. Originally her father made her take the classes. It was a way to learn self defense when she left home for Westwood. Mr. Chandler couldn't just send his daughter away from home defenseless. None the less it'd helped her through tons of cat fights and it taught people not to mess with Aubrey Isabella Chandler.
Soon after her season was over she hugged Ken goodbye aka went to feel his his body, than took a quick shower and left the gym. Getting into her Jeep she pulled the drivers side mirror down and took a moment to look at her reflection. She scuffed at the girl looking back at her. Wet hair and sweats were not a pretty look for her. She reached for her MAC Orgasm lipgloss and unscrewed the cap applying her lips with the porcelain pink color. After discovering she was running low on the makeup she threw it on her floor board, making a mental note to visit a Sephora next time she went to Willowbrook.
Aubrey pulled onto the highway blasting her Pink Friday album. Opening the side conical she took out a Camel Crush brand cigarette and used her finger to pop the bubble. Aubrey lit the cigarette and took in big drags. Each exhale felt better than the one before and she couldn't help but feel relaxed. Aubrey finished her cigarette just as Nicki Minaj finished sing ”Rah! Rah! Like a dungeon dragon!” She made a quick pit stop pulling into a shell station and purchased a full tank of gasoline and an Arnold Palmer. As she started to turn into the college campus she noticed it was getting late. Soon she'd be in her dorm ready to head out with the girls and have a good time. It was after all ladies night at Radar.
Aubrey turned into the Westwood parking lot; mind still stuck on clubbing. Aubrey was so stuck on it she didn't notice the person stepping across the lane and all of a sudden felt her car hit something. Looking across her dash she saw the blonde hair and knew who it could have been. ”Shit! Please, don't be Tristan.” she thought. Aubrey got out walking to the front of the car and looked at the victim. Luckily there wasn't a soul in sight but she knew that wouldn't stop this from becoming front page news. The kid didn't seem to hurt though. The shock of it all made Aubrey completely forget she was only going five mph. She helped Stephen up guiding him to the passenger side seat. It was indecisive what was more surprising; Aubrey Chandler helping Stephen Carmichael or the fact she almost completely heaved him over her shoulder and placed him in her car. Aubrey got in turning the engine on and drove to the nurses office eyes on the road.
”Shit! Shit! Shit! I feel like shit. Are you okay? You're not hurt right? Oh shit! Dom is going to tease me 'bout this. Oh god, you didn't break anything did you?” If she took the time to examine him she'd notice the worst he'd need were butterfly stitches but she was to occupied. She helped Stephen out of the car putting his arm around his shoulder and dragging him into the nurses office. The assistant behind the counter ask what happen to him and Aubrey couldn't help but let a tiny high pitched squeak escape her lips. If he told the truth she'd be screwed for sure.