Post by Tash on Apr 18, 2009 18:53:09 GMT -5
Basic Information
Name: Natasha María LaVeau
Nickname: Tash
Age/Grade: 17. Junior.
Height: 5'6"
Weight: 127lbs
Gender: Female
Sexuality: Straight
Nationality: Haitian x Italian
Blood Type: O+
Eye Color: Jade Green
Hair: Dark Chocolate
Pastime Information
Hobbies/Talents/Skills: Blazing, sketching, music, naps, singing, picking locks.
Sports: Nope
Clubs: Really now?
Gangs: None
Misc.: Tash has an odd affection for old and/or classic films.
Mental Information
Personality: Tash LaVeau is an alligator in the sun. You pretty much have to poke her in the eye to get her riled up. Her temper is incredibly slow to build and burst. When this happens, however, she never hesitates in taking care of business. These mellow tendencies could be due to her candid nature or to her weed habit. Likely, it’s both. Tash is blunt by nature: sugar coating is not her thing, so it’s no surprise that she often gets tagged ‘smartass’ or ‘bitch’. Truth be told, she doesn’t really care what she gets pegged as, since she thinks labels are, for the most part, a waste of her time. Miss LaVeau just tells it like it is. Life’s too short to waste time on bullshit and politics. She is matter of fact, with an often caustic sense of humor. Spilling her life story and her problems are not high on her list of priorities. Flashy displays are not her thing, and though witty retorts are par for the course they are never the centerpiece. One thing Tash has no patience for is ego. That ardent dislike combined with her frankness and rapier sharp tongue often gets her into fights. It’s not that she picks them. It’s just that it’s human nature to flinch from the raw truth even as they seek it, and Tash has no problem with dealing out a heaping spoonful of said truth. Which often ends up rubbing people the wrong way. Really, she tries to avoid fights. It is not that Tash likes to play the unflappable ice queen – far from it. She’s as headstrong and passionate as any teenager, she just doesn’t see the point in wasting time or energy on flamboyance. If it’s there, if you do it, say it, show it; it’s gotta mean something to you, otherwise why bother? There is a side of Tash that most never get to see, not because she hides it but because in San Francisco there’s hardly any call for it to show. It’s a side the side she likes to jokingly call her 'Simona' side, after her mother - the endearing, tough love, overbearing Italian mamma type. Say no more.
In general Tash believes that life moves fast. So enjoy it. There are so many things you miss by making drama. Do what you gotta do. Love as much of it as you can. No regrets – really, why hold back?
Likes: Sunny days, long nights, rooftops, rule breaking, mary jane, Bob Marley, music, Italy, free time, horses, time to herself.
Dislikes: People who take themselves too seriously, pessimism, politics. And uncapped pens.
Mentality/Ideal/Belief: Enjoy the ride, do what you do - life's way too short and fast to waste time sweating the small stuff.
Physical Information
Build: Tash's height is the only thing average about her. She has both curves and muscle tone as well as being blessed with a low center of gravity.
Defining Marks: A tattoo on her back - a pair of black wings that fan along her shoulder blades. Three ear piercings: one lobe, two cartilage. Mismatching crisscross of scars across her right knuckles. One long slice of a scar about five inches long on her upper right arm.
Description: Her heritage insists on curves and she's got them - but they're not useless ones. Seven years of training have toned Tash's voluptuousness. Every line on her body is as economical as it is graceful. She’s no balloon breasted Playboy Bunny blonde but she’s nothing short of beautiful. Most would call her exotic. Being born with this build has also blessed her with a low center of gravity that makes her tough to imbalance in a fight. She has wild, messy dreads the color of dark cacao that fall just below her shoulders when loose, however she usually chooses to wear it pulled haphazardly back in a leather headband adorned with strips of lilac fabric. If you asked Tash if she knew she was beautiful she’d probably reply with a “Yeah” and a shrug. She’s not humble nor is she disillusioned and the fact is that Tash doesn’t feel like her looks are her crowning asset. She pays about as much attention to fashion and how she dresses as the average guy does to the pair of boxers he fishes out of the back of his drawer while half asleep in the morning. She wears clothes because she’d get arrested for going out in public without them and because sometimes the bay area can get a little chilly. Tash dresses for comfort and mobility. As a result she usually unwittingly ends up with a casual grunge tomboy sort of attractiveness that she’s not aware of. She’s not much for makeup, nor does she need it with her beautiful café au lait complexion the most she does is scribble on a smoky smudge of eyeliner in the morning if she feels like it. The usual dress code for the day? An array of hemp and weave bracelets adorns her right arm, grubby cutoff gloves and a few necklaces of different lengths hang around her neck: whichever ones catch her eye that morning. Nothing too extravagant – that would get in her way. The only constant piece of jewelry she wears is a white gold band inset with a diamond and inscribed with a Greek key pattern strung on a silver chain around her neck. She prefers loose fitting cargo pants or well worn jeans, low slung across her hips and one of her form fitting wife beaters that will usually be so well worn you can see the color and/or pattern of the bra she’s wearing underneath it. It may or may not cover her midriff. Not that she notices or cares.
Fighting Information
Fighting Style: Krav Maga
Years Practiced: 7
Description of style: Tash is trained in a style of combat that is highly effective for street fighting. Unlike many martial arts, it is less a style than it is a survival skill. It is a blend of boxing, Judo, Aikido, and Jujitsu among other things. Krav Maga focuses on grappling, crippling attacks, strangleholds, and submission techniques. Students are often trained to fight while tired, stressed, injured, or disoriented. Some training focuses on fighting an armed opponent (usually the goal being to disarm and/or use the combatant’s weapon against them). It is, in particular, a discipline used primarily by the Israeli military and special forces. There are not set patterns of attacks or defenses and no hard and fast rules. The only guidelines seem to be that there are no rules in combat.
Overall Strengths: Tash has a low center of gravity as well as being quite quick, with good reflexes. This makes her hard to knock off balance or out maneuver. She’s also able to think about as quickly as she moves and is usually a fair hand at predicting and avoiding attacks. Fortunately for her, years of Krav Maga training has made her quite tolerant to pain and fatigue: so the attacks she can’t avoid she can generally take and keep on going.
Overall Weaknesses: Although she can take hits, dishing them out isn’t quite as easy for Tash. Her muscle is lean and strong from use but she’s not made to deal crushing blows. She won’t do horrendous damage trying to deal body shots: her best chance is to go for joints and the head and neck. This has the potential to limit her in a fight.
History Information
History: Tash is first generation: her father, Azacca LaVeau, or Zac (as he prefers it) was born in Haiti and moved to the U.S. as a small child and eventually grew up to become a Marine. Her mother was born into a well to do family in the coastal Italian town of Ansidonia. She spent her summers there and went to school and lived in her family’s winter townhouse in Palermo, where her father’s side of the family lived, to go to school during the fall and winter months. This tradition would shape Natasha’s life when she was born. Her parents met when her father’s unit stopped for two weeks in Palermo on the way home from a tour. Simona María, her mother, was a university student studying art and architecture. They had a classic, unexpected and flyaway romance and the very next year Zac had whisked Simona away to his family’s home in the Bay Area. Two years later they were blessed with a pair of fraternal twins: Natasha, the elder by two minutes and Antonio. In the tradition of Simona’s childhood, the family spent its winters and falls in San Francisco and it’s summers in Italy, visiting Simona’s family.
Tash and Tony grew up close, but with curiously independent personalities. Though not identical they resemble each other in many ways. Both have messy dark hair and wide green eyes. They were never the attached at the hip twins, but they were the siblings that always had each other’s back. When they were being trained in Krav Maga together, they would frequently spar until one of the other collapsed from exhaustion. And they have always had their music in common. As the years moved on they managed to stay close while developing individual interests. Tony was into soccer and Tash was into art…and pot. Consciously aware that most people expected them to stick together, they decided to go to different schools after their first two years of highschool, to give each other a shot at meeting new people. Unlike typical teens they didn’t mind being taken away summers: they had friends in Italy they had grown up over a lifetime of summers with.
Dominic Andretti, the son of a well-established, small vineyard owning family in Palermo has been one of their closest friends since summer toddlerhood. Their grandfathers were close friends and the families grew up and out side by side. He was a year older than the twins but that had never mattered. When the boys started getting into the double digits, they naturally started to leave Tash behind a bit. She took a lot of teasing and good natured duffing up for about a year just for being a girl. Natasha didn’t take kindly to being told she wasn’t as good as any boy. The next summer, a year of training under her belt, she soundly whupped Dominic’s ass, after which he held her in higher regard than he did any other girl or woman he knew. They became curiously close friends and sparring partners. The two of them even got their tattoos done at the same time. With them it is always a crapshoot as to who will win each bout.
As they approached teenage years, they naturally got quite a lot of whispers. They never spoke about it, but they both realized during Tash’s second summer of high school that the platonic feeling they’d always had before had slowly but surely been almost entirely replaced by something else. When anybody asked, they would just laugh. Their families would inevitably mumble about marriage and the pair would always calmly ignore it. Never before have they considered becoming a couple: the distance between them makes that unthinkable and they are sure enough in their feelings for each other not to need a title. Tony was ever their staunch supporter. He probably wouldn’t approve any other guy but his brother in arms for his beloved sister. Again, he never said it, but it never needed to be voiced. As verbose a family as the LaVeau-Campioni are, where the important things are concerned there tends to be very little said and very much innately understood. They are a close clan.
In this habit, Tash lets very little out about her family and home life when she is at school. No one at 42 would know about her summers in Italy, her quiet and strange romance with Dominic. All they see is a stoner girl with chill parents, and a roaring loud classic Mustang Fastback that spends more time in the shop than on the streets. And Tash is pretty much fine with it being that way. It'll change when it will.
Perhaps it has to do with her desire to win her brother’s and Dominic’s respect, but from a young age, Natasha was always a daddy’s little girl. She and her mother are close but not so visibly as she and her father. Both of her parents know about her….habits and her tendency to get in fights. But she gets good grades, she holds down a job, she pays for her own car and phone. They see no reason to complain: they remember they had their own wild days. They’re fine with letting her have hers, for the most part trusting in their daughter’s learned street smarts.
Living Status Information[/u]
Type of residence: a lucky find of a low rent studio loft in SoMa
Roommates: (N/A)
Cases Against The Faculty: 0
Cases Of Hurting Students: 0
| Placement | Item(s) |
| Head | |
| Hat/Bandana | Fedora |
| Earrings | N/A |
| Glasses | N/A |
| [/td | |
| Torso | |
| Shirt | N/A |
| Jacket/Coat | N/A |
| Neck | N/A |
| [/td | |
| Arms | |
| Arm | N/A |
| Wrist | Bracelet |
| Gloves | N/A |
| Ring | Eternity Ring |
| [/td | |
| Legs | |
| Pants | N/A |
| Shin | N/A |
| Shoes | N/A |
| Belt | N/A |
| [/td | |
| Misc | |
| 1 | Chunk o' Earth |
| 2 | N/A |
Stats:
Strength: 15
Dexterity: 20
Constitution: 30
Intelligence: 15
Wisdom: 30
Charisma: 10
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Last but not least, Bio Approval Code Phrase: "Put my earmuffs on the cupcake, Jenkins."
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