Post by Reina D. Hawkins on Jun 12, 2010 1:09:51 GMT -5
Reina Delilah Hawkins
(Who Is It?)
It Is A Friend Of Mine
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Somebody Hurt My Soul, Now
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I Can't Take This Stuff No More
Full Name: Reina Delilah Hawkins
Nicknames: Rei
Physical Age: 23
Date of Birth: October 28th, 1986
Hometown: Atlanta, GA
Current Residence: New Orleans
Occupation: Apprentice reporter for the Times-Picayune. New Orleans' premier newspaper syndicate.
Relationship Status: Single
Character Type: Human
Affiliations: Neutral-Good
Gender: Female
Hair: Black, always styled "naturally"
Eyes: Dark brown, she wears glasses to help with her astigmatism in her private. Colored contacts like blue or green are worn during her professional one.
Height: '5'5
Weight: 120
Body Type: A dancer's body, not exactly muscular, but very easy to get out of sticky situations. Which, in her profession, is a neccessity.
Best Feature: Her eyes. They give off an air of innocence and trusting to the person she's trying to squeeze a story out of.
Worst Feature: Her legs. Not exactly long or thin.
Sexuality: Heterosexual
Personal Style: In the workplace, she's known for her love of the retro look. Pencil skirts, red platform heels, and cats-eye glasses are staples in her professional wardrobe. She loves her bright colors, so she will try to incoporate it her jewelry, shoes, even her hair. Her casual style is relatively the same in taste and style. Acid washed jeans, graphic tees in all the colors of the rainbow and, of course her many crazy looking spectacles.
Face Claim: Janelle Monae
Abilities: Reina is, first and foremost, a writer. While does well in entertaining others and getting a response in return, writing is something she has always excelled at. She could go on for days, typing away at her computer about the latest flood or accident. She has written several short stories, all stored away on her computer. She doesn't plan to publish them.
Other than that, she likes painting. Preferrably watercolor and nature scenes.
Personality: Even with her "wide-eyed idealist" act, there's always a trace of her sly personality. Reina has always loved to ask questions. She'd make a man question his own existence if she had the chance to. She likes to "research" (spy) on her subjects before she interacts. And at the end of the day, she gives her story with a sweet smile.
Despite her sneaky persona, she's actually very nice and personable and she would not dream of over stepping her boundaries on others. She loves animals and children and would do nearly anything to entertain them.
Needless to say, she's a big kid, herself. She prefers cartoons over soap operas and comic books over sappy romance novels. She loves to talk and hates quiet places (unless, it's the library's graphic novel section).
Likes:
• writing
• kids
• landscapes
• hot cocoa made with milk
Dislikes:
• snobs
• anything metallic; the taste, the smell...it disgusts her.
• not getting the gritty details of a story
• being discrimated because of her status as an apprentice.
Strengths:
• storytelling
• the arts
• cunning
• always asks questions
Weaknesses:
• whines when she doesn't get her way
• is somewhat childish in her actions
• does not react to her heart being broken very well.
• modern day popculture. sparkling vampires? two thumbs way down.
Mother: Yasmine Hawkins
Father: Andrew Hawkins
Siblings: Trina Hawkins, Robert Hawkins, Jeffrey Hawkins
Others: Lottie, 3 year old English Sheepdog.
Bio: She was born to a relatively normal, middle class, black family in the late 80's. She was the youngest and demanded the most attention. At a young age, she had a knack for snooping into others business, she was the tattletale of the family.
In middle and high school, she used her talent of the gift of gab to more, proper use, the school newspaper. She was, very unconventional in her techniques finding the truth. This, of course, pissed off the head of the school newspaper. Ah, but she didn't care! She was a journalist! And journalists break the rules and ask questions.
At least, that's what she believed in her daydreams. Reina received a big dose of reality when she actually got her dream job.
In New Orleans, she met Jeannie Bordeaux, a local girl who was also a newbie with the times. They became quick friends, even to the point where they became roommates. One day, she decided to show Jeannie a story she was working on. They both agreed on showing it to the head editor, giving both girls credit. It was a real surprise for Reina that on the next day, not only was she late, but her manuscript was gone, curtouesy of Miss Jeannie Bordeaux. Later on that day, Bordeaux kicked her (and her dog) out of their apartment to make room for Reina's old boyfriend to move in.
It was a crushing blow to Reina. She had to live in her car for month before an opening for another apartment was made. In the meantime, she had to endure the stares and gossip from her fellow journalists through the entire ordeal. After that month, she was able to move into an old mansion inn that was owned by a very nice, and very old, creole grandmother.
Right now, she spends her days on those dusty old mac computers in the print room, trying to find a story that would top the one Jeannie had stolen from her.
RP Sample:
"Look, I know you're looking foward for me to come for Christmas and I'm sorry for not being there for Thanksgiving--"
"Mom, let me finish, I didn't say I wasn't coming, I am. I just--I just want to come clean about something..."
"Mom, I'm not yelling!"
"Well, I'm yelling now because you're yelling at me! Stop it! Listen, Mom, I love you, tell my brothers I love them. Tell John I love him, too."
"Mom?"
"Mom."
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She stood there for a few seconds. In the snow, a red scarf pulled over her face and a black coat buttoned up tight to keep her warm. Her maroon colored boots trudged in the white mass like a little girl relunctally walking to school. Her leggings were gold and garish looking. I was going to tell her, she thought, I was going to be free.
She had finished the eight song on the LP, a Japanese cover of Rainer Maria's "Artificial Light". The arrangement was almost exactly the same, expect her vocals perferred to roll her r's and she gave a two minute long piano solo at the end. Tommy said she gave it "an early Shiina Ringo feel," it was a shame because she meant the piano at the end to be a tribute to the Derek and the Dominoes song, "Layla". She remembered having a crush on a girl named Layla.
For some that knew her, the fact that she, an American rock star was walking the streets of Japan like any other normal Japanese citizen was, well, crazy. She had a car, true, but the recording studio was not too far from her apartment and she did need the exercise. She was debating whether or not she should go home and cry into her pillow or grab something to eat beforehand.
She was also trying to keep her mind off of ther argument she had with her mother. She was finally going to come out, she was tired of living this lie, but her mother's pigheadedness had to start up trouble. Why didn't she listen? Why couldn't shut the hell up for once?!
It didn't matter anymore. Nothing mattered anymore. A morbid thought came to her; how about she jump off a skyscraper and see what happens? Mika wondered if she would meet Michael Jackson after she died. Maybe she'd be taken to where all of the dead musicians go. She always wanted to sing with Kurt Cobain as a kid, maybe this was her chance.
She scoffed and walked into a sushi bar instead. She prayed that they gave take out orders. She wanted to go ahead and cry and get this out of her system as soon as possible.
