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Posted: Sat Jan 24, 2009 6:14 pm
Name: Areki Davidian Gender: Female Age: 20 Nationality: Armenia Reason(s) for joining LOTUS: -Wants to escape a planned marriage. -Killed the first man she was engaged to. -Didn't want to be stuck in traditional women roles Pertinent skills: -Basic Household Skills (cooking, cleaning): Armenian women are adept at housework, due to the fact that they are seen as the ones who raise the children and take care of the home. Areki is no exception. Just... don't ask unless you're in a good relationship with her. She's quite sharp when it comes to her old duties. -Dancing: Taught by her grandmother, dancing and music is one of the things that Areki does rather openly. Ask her to show you a dance, and she will. Insult her dancing, you will probably get slapped.
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Posted: Sat Jan 24, 2009 6:55 pm
Backstory
"Pari louyce, hayr." Areki bowed to her father as he came down the wooden steps. It was not often to see him in the house, as work usually took him elsewhere. He chuckled at her for using the Armenian language (one not often used in the English speaking household) before sitting down.
"Barev, aghtchig. Odd of you to speak our native tongue, Areki. What do you want or need that would drive you to such measures?" He chuckled at her face, which fell immediately.
"Was it that easy to tell, hayr?" Areki grinned at Jarair Davidian, her father.
He snorted. "You're pretty obvious, Areki. What do you want?" Jarair stared at his daughter, eying her suspiciously.
"You know as well as I, hayr. I want to call off the marriage that mayr arranged for me! Shouldn't I have a say in who I marry, father?" Areki let out, scrubbing the dishes harder than ever. Jarair sighed, then set his hand upon her shoulder.
"Haro is a nice man, Areki. You will grow to love him." The man her hayr spoke of was Haro Yanikian, Areki's amoussin-to-be. He was a sweet man and everything, but he was not right for Areki herself. She wanted her voice to be heard in the matter, but it was not. No, her mayr had chosen him for his wealth and social status, nothing more.
Which is why she did what she did. The next morning the man, who had been getting dressed for the morning, was found dead in his bedroom with a silver dagger in his back. The authorities were unsure of how someone had gotten into the high security room, then been able to get out before his cries were heard. They had even cried the dagger for the surname of the killer, but it had been scratched out beyond recognition.
The Davidian family mourned their eldest daughter's now dead amoussin-to-be. With them was Areki when the news was delivered, and with the families she wept, though her tears were fake. Secretly she was enjoying the fact that her amoussin was dead, that she would have say in the choice now.
To escape their pain, the Davidian and Yanikian families went shopping. It was Sunday, both market and the day of rest and worship. Many sold golden necklaces with crosses, and others sold charms of stars and lions.
"Ayss vorkan garzheh?" Areki pointed at a small gold pendant beneath the glass of the vendor's cart.
The shopkeeper chuckled. "Shad." He waved her off, thinking her joking. Areki fumed, then jabbed a finger at it.
"Yess bidi kenem!" Her fingers fumbled with her wallet as she took out the coins and sat them on the cart. The vendor snatched them up and handed her the pendant, greedily counting his money.
And that was when time broke. It didn't take long for the people to notice that something was off, something was wrong. They walked around the market, muttering to the vendors. Soon, an all out panic came over them.
"Hadjiss... Hadjiss..." The official waved his hands in the air, trying to get the people to calm down. It didn't work. Time was no more. Time no longer mattered.
Areki joined her family at another stall. Her mayr was crying and her hayr was trying desperately not to do the same. Panic had befallen them all.
Armenian terms and phrases:
Pari louyce- Good morning Hayr- father Barev- Hello (informal) Aghtchig- daughter Mayr- mother Amoussin- husband Ayss vorkan garzheh?- How much does this cost? Shad- A lot Yess bidi kenem!- I'll buy it! Hadjiss- Please
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Posted: Sat Jan 24, 2009 7:09 pm
The FamilyKey: NamexName- married Name- deceased Name+Name- to be married Name-Name- sibling NamexNamexName- divorced/deceased and remarried Name=Name- childrenFather Eliza KaljinxDadour Davidian= Aran DavidianxAni Kloian-xDiro Kloian= Jarair DavidianxOsan Madatian= &Adde Davidian Areki Davidian+Haro Yanikian (Clearer table coming soon) Mother Seta MarifianxJirair Oganian= Sima OganianxHovag Pabian= Undza SarianxAdam Madaian= Osan MadatianxJarair Davidian= Areki Davidian+Haro Yanikian (clearer table coming soon) The Father: Jarair DavidianLike most Armenian girls, Areki never truly knew her father. Sure, he was there some of the time, but he was never around long enough for her to truly get to know him. He's pretty solid, never breaking and never (at least in public) to be seen crying. He works hard to sustain his family, but never really proved his worth to Areki. She loves him all the same, however. The Mother: Osan MadatianAreki never liked her mother. She, in Areki's mind, was so confused and stupid that she had no place where she belonged. Areki, however, cannot see the care and love that Osan grants her daughter, and she often misses the pain that her mother goes through for her. Osan is a rather quiet, shy mother with a heart of gold and a rather confusing personality. She wanted Areki to be happy when she got married, thus setting her up with Haro. Osan also suspected her daughter of murdering the poor man, since she was the only one with a key, but said nothing in fear of Areki getting banished or killed outright. The Grandmother: Undza SarianThe closest and dearest to Aleki's heart, Undza was the only one Aleki felt truly bad for leaving. She taught the girl how to dance, sing, and read. Undza has a complicated past, however, for she once killed a man robbing a young girl. She was once a hard wall, unbreakable, but has gradually softened through the years. She excels in the Armenian language and all of their folk dances.
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Posted: Sat Jan 24, 2009 7:18 pm
Q&A Session
Q: Why'd you kill your husband-to-be? A: I don't want to have an arranged marriage, thank you very much. I'd rather have my own say in things, unlike the other girls who just don't... care.
Q: So you had to go with murder? A: *shrugs* Whatever works, dear.
Q: Okay... So, what's your relationship with your parents and grandparents? A: With my father and grandfather, I don't know much about them. No children do, anyway. They're always out and about.
My mother... isn't my favorite person in the world, but she's better than nothing. She's a bit too motherly and overcautious, and that annoys me. My grandmother is my favorite person in the entire world. She taught me to dance, sing, read, and write... She's pretty nice, all in all.
Q: What were your thoughts on your husband, before you murdered him? A: I found him a sweet man, just not my type. He seemed rather too sweet, actually. He always bought chocolates and flowers for me. It was too gooey, that love was. Haro was just always... there. Always! Like... a stalker...
Q: When life gives you lemons...? A: You make lemonade or sell them for money. That's the obvious answer. -She rolls her eyes-
Q: Before you joined LOTUS, what did you do when you were bored? A: I danced. I cooked. I watched children for the neighbors. I hardly ever watched television, however, seeing as I had no time.
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Posted: Sat Jan 24, 2009 7:24 pm
Facts
Background Information: Hometown: Shorjha Village, Armenia Language Spoken: English, mostly, but also Armenian Children?: None What their childhood was like: Areki's childhood was spent with her confused and overly caring mother, as well as her grandmother. Although her mother was always there, her grandmother was the one who truly cared for Areki. Due to the fact that the family was poor, Areki did not grow up with such luxuries as others did. Skills she learned as a child: From her grandmother she learned to dance and read. Possibly cook, as well, though her mother claims that she taught her daughter how to cook. Otherwise she learned everything else from a public school in Shorjha Village.
Personal: Height: 5'3" ft tall Weight: 107 lb Appearance suggestions: Eye Color: Brown Hair Color: Light brown Skin Color: Tanned, about as light colored as a hispanic's skin. Personality: Personality Overview: Areki isn't exactly the friendliest person in the world. She's rather bitter when she doesn't get a say in things, and can often turn violent if the situation calls for it. She maintains a calm outside composure, though on the inside it seems that she is slowly losing control of her mind. Although sometimes she shows this uncertainty and desperateness, she will blame it on some random, outside source. The only true thing she is sure she loves is dancing and singing, and can often be found humming and sometimes stepping in the beautiful patterns of an Armenian folk dance. Habits: -Often dances -When upset she begins twirling her hair with her left hand. -When annoyed she'll start stomping her feet and shaking her head. -Will sing random songs off the top of her head
-More to come!-
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Posted: Sun Jan 25, 2009 9:12 am
Random WritingLearning to Dance Quote: "Come, paregam, you must know how to dance!" Dalita cried to her friend as she spun. She giggled, allowing her long hair to fall into her brown eyes. Areki frowned.
"No, Dalita, I do not know how to do the folk dance. I probably never will, anyway." Areki admitted, shrugging her shoulders and allowing her own hair to fall out of its braid. It was now Dalita's turn to frown. She stomped a foot and leaned in closer to Areki.
"No way, Kiki! You must be able to dance! My mayr taught me when I was only five years of age!" Dalita spun again, then turned back to her friend. The girls were ten years old, two years from when they would begin to take on household responsibilities, such as cleaning, cooking, and (in Dalita's case) watching younger siblings.
"My mayr's too stupid to know to dance. Besides, she would tell me that it is a waste of time, anyway. Perhaps my grand-mayr would teach me. Maybe, if I asked nicely and helped her bake the hatss. Areki said, ignoring Dalita's use of the nickname that her mother had given her.
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The two friends departed after an hour of playing jacks. When she arrived at her home, she ran up to her grandmother and tugged on her apron. "Grandmother, please could you teach me to dance if I helped you bake the hatss? Please? Please?" Areki begged. Undza Pabian, the grandmother of Areki, smiled, then nodded.
"Hadjiss? Hadjiss? Toun? Ayo, ayo!" Undza said with a smile. Areki's eyes brightened.
"Yess shad shenorhagal em! Shenorhagal em!" Areki cried, throwing her arms around her grandmother's waist. Undza chuckled at Areki's sudden burst of enthusiasm.
"Pari yegar, aghtchig. Come with me, Kiki. We'll dance the night away!" Undza said with a laugh, placing her hand on Areki's shoulder. The girl smiled slightly, then followed her grandmother into the next room.
"Now, now, Kiki, we shall dance!" Undza spun around, then bowed to Areki, holding out her hand. Areki hesitated, then took it gently. Undza smiled then moved away.
"Dancing... it comes from the heart, Areki. No one can truly teach it to you, my love." She stepped to the right, then forward, lifting her arm then lowering it. Areki copied the movement, watching her grandmother with the most attentive of looks. Soon the girl was dancing by herself.
She performed for her family and friends, earning her a standing ovation and the respect of those around her. This would be one of the few times that she actually had fun, for in just a year a marriage would be arranged...Armenian Terms: Paregam: friend Hatss: Bread Hadjiss: Please Toun: You (singular, informal) Ayo: Yes Yess: I Shad shenorhagal em: Thank you very much! Shenorhagal em: Thank you Pari yegar: You're welcome aghtchig: daughter mayr: mother
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