Character Contest: Deziere

[The Overseer]

To start upon this, our first Character Contest was a major success in the form of Sinolithia, who is now the equal of Master of the City for KCMO, and still going very strong.

This, is the same thing, with a few new twists. After creating the character, an Ava for them and now the approval of said character, I will put her up for grabs by -anyone-. Yes, Anyone interested in playing her, can reply to this thread here.

Here is the link to the Character Sheet:
Click Here For The Character Sheet

Now after you read that carefully, answer the following questions in a reply here:
1. What made Nadezhda the mortal famous within her village and the surrounding villages?
2. What does Deziere feel her greatest mistake in her existence is?
3. Describe her personality in detail, even give a RP post of her and tell me... how would -you- play her?

And here is her ava, just to help you get started, you may even go into the Subroom called Private Sins and type out the RP post in codes, but only in the Subroom please as at this moment she is in Los Angeles (not Carnival of Desires).


Good luck everyone, as I have a great feeling about the success this character will see, but only by a typist who is serious about playing her.

Hasta,
The Overseer

Notes:
This contest will run exactly one month if needed. The first person to answer all three questions as closely as possible will get the character, no questions asked. After the character is given, it becomes -Your- character, to do with as you please, and when you please, you will not need approval to do anything with her, under the guidelines of KCSins that is, so the character becomes the winners' fully, no strings attached.

[Nessa forgot to sign in]

Alright...I am gonna give this a whirl....

1. She was made famous with her unique and creative designs in the creations of her dresses.

2. I believe that she feels her greatest mistake is that she was not born royalty, yet she always finds herself the oppisite, always stuck in servitude.

3. I would play this char as she would thrive on freedom. Coming to the states would be awe inspiring. She is a woman who thrives on dreams, envisioning herself to be the most powerful, as well as the best Queen of her lands. She is a wonderful combination of twists and contradictions. She wishes to be free, yet she desires to be at the mercy of a man, only a man worthy of her desires, her wants, her devotion. She is deadly, bold, beautiful, and an exquisite work of art. She strikes me as a tad arrogant, but then again, powerful vamps usually are. She has a promise, she wishes to find someone who would treat her right, who would make all her dreams and fantasies come true of chivalry, love, and freedom. Believing that she has already found the one whom could grant her deepest, darkest, desires.

~Upon her arrival into the states, those remarkable eyes reflected the view of the setting sun, shimmering in those glimmering depths as those pouty lips turned up in a smile that spoke of wonder, and a freedom. The moment her foot steps onto the umfamiliar ground a whisper escapes from her lush lips, her eyes closing as dark lashes kiss against that pale, creamy flesh, When she would speak, it was as if angels had come down from the heavens, lifting the weight that had burried her in servitude for many, many decades of years. A voice that would indeed in itself, ring out richly with an accent, a purr of a voice~..."I am free."....~She knew she still had a long way to go, and well, she was looking forward to meeting the end product of her journey. Opening those striking eyes, she would look about her, the wind seeming to pick up as if greeting her, and it swirled those locks of deep midnight, the lush mane of nutmeg curling around that artistic face. When she moved, grace and elegance would transform over those features as a gown of her own making swished and swayed. It was a brilliance of color. The way the thread caught the light, sparkled like the real gold that was woven into it. Silver glimmering as it intertwined with the delicate pattern that she, herself, had crooned over. The walk told a tale, a tale of the harships befallen her, and how she had come to rise above them. Her back was rigid with pride, and she moved as if she was almost floating above the ground. Moving with a liquid grace that wove dreams and spun webs of fantasies over her devilishly, taunting form.~


*crosses fingers*
~Nessa
aka
~Nicole