Post by hypatia on Apr 17, 2011 9:16:25 GMT -5
Hypatia Sofia Arovka
Today was a fairytale, you were the prince
[/color]Today was a fairytale, you were the prince
I used to be a damsel in distress[/font][/color]
Today was a fairytale[/color] [/center]
Name[/color]: Hypatia Sofia Arovka
Age[/color]: 30
Grade[/color]: Drawing
Gender[/color]: Female
Sexual Orientation[/color]: Lesbian
Face Claim[/color]: Seras Victoria from Hellsing
Canon or Original[/color]: Original
Today was a fairytale, I wore a dress
[/color]You wore a dark gray t-shirt[/font][/color]
You told me I was pretty when I looked like a mess[/color] [/center]
Height:[/color] 5’10”
Weight:[/color] 137 lbs
Eyes:[/color] Red
Hair:[/color] Red (alright, orange-ish)
Scars/Tattoos/Other Markings:[/color] Nope
Summary: [/color]
Clothing wise, since the description above s well as the face claim should give you a decent impression of her physical appearance, Hypatia enjoys dressing unconventionally. On some days, this takes the form of what would be a regular outfit but with day-glo colours replacing what would normally be browns, blacks, and blues, while on other it means puffy flannel blouses and bowlers, and still others a pseudo-military outfit. The best part is that she tends to get away with it because, well, you know how those artist types are. As such, she often dresses the same when working as she would in her free time, though she did think that she might have ruined a few interviews by showing up with checkered, harlequin tights on, but to be honest she did not want those jobs anyway. On special occasions, which is to say when she wants to look extra freaky, she will do something drastic like paint her face up or wear electric blue eye shadow and lipstick, but usually her make-up is very conventional, natural hues that are meant only to cover blemishes rather than to make a bright, loud statement.
You've got a smile that takes me to another planet
[/color]Every move you make, everything you say is right[/font][/color]
Today was a fairytale[/color] [/center]
Likes:[/color]
- Futurism
- Icons
- Surrealism
- Whiskey and Absinthe
- Television – she likes to couch it behind art talk, though
Dislikes: [/color]
- Dada
- Christo
- Happenings
- Super sweet things
- Teaching
Strengths:[/color]
- Explaining why her art is art and writing manifestos. Her art itself is alright.
- High tolerance for pain
Weaknesses:[/color]
- While she’s a fairly good artist and a decent teacher, she isn’t actually fond of teaching students. But, it’s either this or being a starving artist.
- She gets bored easily when people are talking about things she doesn’t care about and often ends up pissing them off in the process.
Personality:[/color]
Most people don’t just have one face to their personality, but more. Hypatia has something like three or four depending on if the last one counts. Vaguely speaking, there’s cynical Hypatia, intellectual/asshole Hypatia, friendly Hypatia, and drunk Hypatia. Most people only get to see numbers one and two, but it’s not as though she tries to hide away, it’s just that cynicism and arrogance tend to spirit her away to their dark realms unless there is reason for her to not act that way. The cynical part of her is largely the result of her recent failures and the thought that she is going to be stuck in this school, doing something she despises, for the rest of her life. Like this, she is likely to be curt and cruel, more likely to bite your head off than to have a reasonable conversation. This is the face that her students and superiors at the school.
The second is her self-indulgent intellectual persona, which is slightly more tolerable for most people, though some really enjoy her when she’s like this. Those people tend to be critics or litterateurs, but there are still some – and a college campus is bound to have not a few such people… right? Her students will get a taste of this, like when she forces them to engage artistic texts critically (most are probably expecting a class where they just get to draw), as will some of her colleagues, though hopefully they will appreciate it more than lazy first years. The third face of hers is that actually quite enjoyable for other peoples and one of her favorite (tied with the last one). And while she knows that she should act like this more often, it is just something she often ends up too tired to do – it can be hard work being friendly and fun with people. It’s sort of hard to explain what she’s like when she’s like this, and she would have defining it too, but let us just say she’s sort of laid back, can joke around with people and be sweet with them, and also she can be quite an ass, but in the way that people who know each other well are.
And finally, there is the fourth face that is not really a face. It’s definitely part of her nature, but not something that she flouts or can even access whenever she wants. Well, she can access it whenever she wants but it takes an extra ingredient – alcohol. When like this, she’s sort of giggly and overly smiley. Or at least those are the words she would use to describe herself whilst in that state. When she smiles in this state, her tongue tends to inch out between her teeth and she likes to look out of the left corner of her eyes – keeping an eye on the periphery. Let’s just say that there will be very few people at KU who will be seeing this – or at least there should be. And no students!
SCHOOL ID:[/color]
All that I can say is that it's getting so much clearer
[/color]Nothing made sense until the time I saw your face[/font][/color]
Today was a fairytale[/color] [/center]
Mother:[/color] Ola Arovka
Father:[/color] Alexander Arovka
Siblings:[/color] Vasili and Oleg Arovka (both older)
History: [/color]
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Hypatia has always been sort of moody. At least, that’s what she’s been told. To her, everyone else has always just been painfully cheerful. Well, that’s a bit of an over exaggeration, or at least it is to how she views people these days. When she was younger, she very much did think that everyone was super cheerful and something of a Stepford Smiler, putting on a cheesy front of overwhelming joy that she found very annoying. The other thing people said she always did was draw and paint. That she can remember doing, but she can also remember being told that maybe she should stop, but that was just because she would hand in tests in elementary school with doodles and sketches all over them instead of answers and words (or at least that’s the story her parents still like to tell). Honestly, Hypatia has a hard time remembering before high school – not for any special reason, but just because her memory has always been sort of bad. She can remember learning things from back then or one or two incidents from her early life, but for the most part her childhood is known to her through stories from her parents and big brothers.
But she doesn’t see that as any real big loss. Nothing too interesting probably happened back then. Especially if her memory of high school is any way to judge. It was sort of dull and uninteresting. She remembered being something of a bitch to most people, dyeing her hair black (which she now views as quite a shame), and getting really obsessed with herself and with art. Really, the only positive thing that came out of it was that she realized how much she loved drawing. And maybe she got all of the depressed narcissism out of her system in time for college. Well, I suppose we can go into a bit more detail about this time, but it really is not super important to what Hypatia is like now, unless you want a semi-foil described to you.
So, college then. That magical time when everything changes. Well, not everything. But it was a time for self discovery, which did open up a new world to our little heroine. Let us start with her academic side (she is a professor) before moving on to more personal issues. You see, Hypatia went to a standard liberal arts college, planning on taking art classes, mostly stuff in the practice of art, stuff like drawing and painting and maybe sculpture, but before she could do that, they made you take classes on art history. Well, needless to say, our little eighteen year old girl was none too pleased with that, especially seeing as how she thought she knew better than the people who designed the program. It was not long before she was proven wrong. She loved it all – the history, the theory, the insane manifestos. In particular she loved medieval and byzantine painting, with its simplicity and extreme spiritualism, and some of the early twentieth century stuff, with its insane theory, violent passion, and chaotic implementation. It took her two semesters to realize that her plans were idiotic and that studying this sort of thing was more important – you had to learn the art before trying to implement it. And most of her work was on these two periods, focusing on icons and iconography in the early middle ages, especially with regards to the theology behind what made an icon acceptable (St. John Damascene became one of her heroes), and on Futurism and early, communist, avant-garde propaganda, art, and theatre (Marinetti and Mayakovski would be two more of them). Her bachelor’s thesis was an overly ambitious project trying to combine the theories on art of St. John Damascene and F.T. Marinetti, which ended in abject failure and had to be changed half-way through to something more boring on the relation to symbols and words in communist and Sparticist propaganda.
The other big discover, aside from her academic passion, was about herself (which makes you just want to say aww). On the one hand, she lightened up, finding a clique of artists and generally avant-garde people she could enjoy, talk with, argue with, and party with. She let her hair return to its natural orange-ish hue (which resulted in a few friends calling her the Riddler – they were nerds) and changed her wardrobe from dour and bland to completely insane (everything from skinny jeans and plaid to military jackets, epaulets, and jack boots). But it suited her, right, she was supposed to be cutting edge and weird for the sake of weird. It was a lot of fun, especially when the whole gang was in on it. Hypatia also discovered a love of alcohol, and though she never quite got a taste for beer or wine (which she caught grief for constantly), she loved the harder stuff, particularly the brown liquors and various sweet and floral liqueurs, her favorite being absinthe, because of the myth that you could hallucinate off of it. The only problem with drinking was that it made her too giggly and a bit too liberal. Her friends liked to say that if you wanted someone to argue talk with, go see Hypatia, if you wanted to laugh at someone’s antics, go see her five drinks later. This was another jibe that she didn’t appreciate too much, but always laughed at, even when sober.
And, I suppose that there is one other important thing to mention, and that it was here that she came out as a lesbian. Hypatia had never been too sure of her sexuality before college, mainly because she was a bit too self-involved to look at anyone else. She knew that she didn’t find boys or men attractive sexually, and she supposed that there was maybe one or two times that she had had feelings for a girl, but it was so unusual to look beyond her own self-inflicted emotional pain to really care about anyone else. It took about a semester for her to come out to her friends, most of whom said that it was no big surprise (apparently she had done something while drunk, but they would never tell her what – they said that she would hate them for telling her) and they were rather supportive. After all, these people were aspiring artists and writers, not exactly a conservative crowd. It was not long before a friend of hers started a relationship with her (Hypatia refers to it this way, since she very much felt like a passive partner), which lasted for the second through fourth years of college, ending with college’s end. They tried to keep it up while they went their separate ways, but that did not really work – it was a tragic end, but at least one that did not ruin the two girls’ friendship.
Following college, Hypatia applied for graduate programs in art history and criticism and some masters programs in the fine arts, she ended up being accepted into the latter first, and after getting her MFA, managed to get accepted to a doctoral program. The work was long and hard and not nearly as much fun as college had been, but luckily she could make a few friends with some of her colleagues and was still close to a couple of her college friends. Ultimately, though, it was extremely rewarding, to be able to pursue her dreams and end up with a degree in a field she loved and cared deeply about. Her dissertation was on the topic she had originally chosen for her bachelor’s degree, only this time she was equipped to tackle it fully. She graduated at twenty-eight and spent the next two years trying to make it as an artist, doing paintings and releasing manifestos. Two of her manifestos were published in art journals, one of which was a parody titled “The Biggist Manifesto,” but she never quite made it. She took this job at KU a year ago, to pay the bills, but she still hopes to leave and be a professional artist some day. Oh God how she hopes to be done with this place quickly.
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Time slows down whenever you're around
[/color]I can feel my heart, it's beating in my chest[/font][/color]
Did you feel it?[/color] [/center]
Your Name:[/color] Keiran or Sophronius or some abbreviation of either
How Did You Find Us?[/color] Jade
Play Any Other Characters?[/color]
Contact Info:[/color] PM or AIM
RP SAMPLE:[/color]
Why wasn’t she there yet? Well, really, it might be because she didn’t need to be. Either that, or she was already inside. But what the fuck were the chances of that, eh? She knew that she was supposed to wait outside for her, or at least she should. That’s what she always did for her. Wait a minute… too many pronouns. Damn it, this is easier in Latin. But hey, she knew what she was talking about and since these were just thoughts going through her head, why should she clarify? If she were writing this out, for a play or something, then she might actually clarify, but not this. This didn’t even deserve that special sort of inner narration that sounded fancy and British, it was just a normal first day of the school year of her senior year. Nothing at all to go on about.
Still, her little Lolita was still not here yet, and Sophia was beginning to worry. She checked her watch, forty minutes until school started. Wow, she was that early? What the hell was she thinking? The watch was put back into her pocket, or it was supposed to be; it actually fell down, to about her mid-shin, before dangling from the gold chain that was connected to a belt loop on her jeans. She pulled the watch up, popped the lid open again, still forty minutes. This time, it went back in her pocket, no accidents. Why was she so early? She remembered rushing out of the house to make sure she got here on time. She thought the walk would take longer than fifteen minutes. Didn’t know why, but she did. It had never taken her longer than that before. Usually took less time, but this morning, she stopped in the grocery store and wandered through the aisle with all the different sort of peanut butters, jams, and breads, and made a mental note that she should try some of the Italian brand next time, only problem was they didn’t have cherry.
But, here she was, waiting, no preserve. It was bound to be a long time waiting. She didn’t bring any book with her either, or nothing she would want to read. It was all textbooks, bullshit things that she needed for the school year. They would probably never get read. Maybe the problems out of some of the math or physics books would be read, but that was it. It was her style. Why hadn’t she called Lola and told her that she was expecting to meet up with her before school started. That was Sophia’s problem, she just assumed people would think the same way she did, but they never did. And then she got upset when they didn’t do what she expected or hoped. It was stupid and completely irrational, but still. She took out her pocket watch again and opened it up. Thirty-nine minutes.
Well, she could run home and change, she had no idea why she chose to wear jeans and a stupid white t-shirt. Especially since you could see her black bra underneath it. God, what the hell was she thinking? Oh yeah, in a rush, in a rush to be forty minutes early. Actually, it was a good idea. She would still be early and could be dressed way better for the first day of class. Then again, what if Lola showed up and she wasn’t here?
But can you feel this magic in the air?
[/color]It must've been the way you kissed me[/font][/color]
Fell in love when I saw you standing there[/color] [/center]
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