streets of glory

Name: Trisha

Preferred Pronouns: She/her

Age: 24

Timezone: GMT -3

Activity Level:I have a degree on Fashion Design, which was acquired in the ending of the first semester of 2014. Therefore, I do not have any classes at all, school or university, or even extra-curricular courses (although I could use some polishing regarding some foreign idioms). Currently, I am unemployed, but looking, which means my schedule might change once I’m contacted to start working. I have been attending to job interviews, so I do expect it’s sooner than later. Yet, on that case, I will still have my evenings available. Some of my weekends tend to be agitated. I have a father who lives far from my neighborhood, so every twenty days I drive to his place to visit him and check on my baby twin brothers. I have a boyfriend, with whom I spend at least two nights a week, but since he works good part of his day (and life, to be honest), that has never truly modified my time around here. For a graphic interpretation, I would say that, out of ten, I’m a seven, regardless of my commitments.

Other:I would like to change Victoria’s FC. Before I auditioned, I sent an anonymous question asking what character you believe would be more suitable for Leighton Meester and you suggested Victoria. I read her story, adored it and I’ve also seen she’s between the most wanted characters, which made me decide for applying.  

IC-

Desired character: Victoria Michel

Secondary choice:None at the moment.

Ships:Chemistry.

Why are you interested in this role?Regardless of whatever past and present occurrences, strength is what moves you forward, what entices you to keep on living. And that’s the image I have of Victoria Michel – she is powerful, and instead of allowing the world to make her a victim, she became a fighter. Being part of the minority – a female amongst an aggressive environment filled with testosterone –  never discouraged her, nor did people always reinforcing how mistaken she was to desire to join the police academy. Once convinced by her own decision, it is set in stone. Victoria could be crying about how lonely she is and how unfair it was of her sire to leave her unattended once he transformed her, yet she would rather take matters into her own hands, aware she is capable of pursuing her destiny and solving the problem – she is perfectly capable of finding them if she does what she does best, which is investigate. A strong character is always alluring to me. As a woman of strong character, I tend to see the appealing side of people who simply stand up and get things done.

Para Sample:

A mediator explained in detail what would follow next. The child would be released into their care, whilst assistance would be provided to him. A SWAT team was settled on the top of the nearest building; a KNT-308 in the sniper’s hand, prepared to be fired in case anything went against the expected protocol. People were apprehensive. The passerby would interrupt their evening stroll to curiously see what was happening, and although an enclosure had been made around the perimeter, some civilians persisted on approaching beyond the trespassing line, risking their lives for a sneak peek. Cops were anxious, figuratively with their hands tied regarding the situation. There was nothing to be done, but expect the conversation between the specialized member of the hostage rescuing division would be successful. Victoria, who followed up the negotiation, was repressed into lowering her weapon, a 9MM. Apparently, it wasn’t the boy who felt extremely nervous with a pistol’s barrel against his skull, but the criminal by seeing a gun pointed at him across twenty feet from where he was standing. Sweaty hands itched to reach for the fire weapon, yet the detective complied with those orders, aware that she was no longer in change of the operation.

               Suddenly, a turn of events. It all happened too fast.  With an uncalculated movement, he loosened his grip around the kid, who escaped as fast as he could, too afraid to allow himself to remain in the control of a criminal under stress. At last, the woman grasped her gun, lifting it to even its height with the attacker’s head, completely embattled. If anything went wrong – if everything went wrong – she would still have a bullet with his name, about to put him down. Yet he had been faster than anyone could ever predict, aiming at the one person he believed that could harm him, oblivious to the man on the rooftop, awaiting a chance to shoot him. Before Victoria could stretch her arms and hold her posture, he fired. Her figure fell flat on the cold pavement, blood immediately flowing out of her veins, washing her empty. The warmth of crimson liquid wasted all her heat, painting the ground and leaving her pale. Chin quivering, the brunette could barely speak. Out of the blue, it turned insufferably cold. Hands shook frantically. Victoria was entering a stage of hypovolemic shock.

               “He missed…” She whispered to the blurry shadow covering her frame. “I’m wearing – I’m wearing a vest. He missed… He’s alright…”

               Indeed, the man missed the bullet proof vest. His bullet entered a crack nearby her armpit, piercing through Victoria’s axillary artery and installing in the muscle behind it. The rupture of said artery is known by causing severe blood loss, leading to death if not aided within a brief time span. In the detective’s case, no ambulance could possibly lead her to the nearest hospital in order to proceed with a blood transfusion in time, or no paramedic would capably constrain the bullet hole lacerated in her flesh. The artery needed to be sutured, a procedure only a doctor would properly conduct.