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Character Name :: Khahlela Umfula
Player Name :: Saint Sergio
Career (Actor/Singer/Model/etc. Be creative!) :: African pop star [African Spiritual songstress, actually, but pop in other countries.]

Height:: 5'2''
Weight:: 116
Ethnicity :: African
Eye Color :: Brown
Hair Style/Color :: Black with bleached blond streaks, slightly wavey, but it's cropped short on her head, and the underside of it is shaved completely, noticable when it's down because of how wavey and curly her hair naturally is. If straightened, it would come to her jaw. The under side is dyed red. Brick red, actually, which appears darker on her.
Attire :: She wears fairly loose clothing, colorful and full of print. Around her neck is many golden rings, starting from just under her chin and down to her shoulders, which as pushed her torso down and made her neck incredibly long and slender. Her shape is that of a plump, gentle curving pear, a small top with a slightly bigger bottom and long, slender legs and willowy arms and fingers. She's beautiful in Africa, her skin the darkest ebony, but her lips and palms and bottoms of her feet slightly lighter. Adorned on her wrists are bangles with many colors and made of silver and gold and jingle when she walks. Her ear rings aren't like normal American piercings. Her ears are almost completely full of gold, silver, diamond and obviously fake colored stones, and even a few chains. Her finger nails are long and usually unmatching in color, varying in hues of blue and purple.

While she's not skinny, she's not fat, but in the center of the two. With the help of her agent, of course. Her hips are her best feature. She describes them as "J-Lo". Her fingers are long and spider like, perfect for any rings that she happened to wear. While on this audition, she wears no rings. Her lips are full, almost to full for her face, and usually painted a light brown/red shade to take the focus off her flat nose. She's pretty in a sense, but not model pretty, which is why she's nt a model. Plus, she's had enought dieting, as she'd say when asked. Her agent often told her Africans do better as models because of their exotic looks.

Personality :: She doesn't come right out and talk about herself; Khahlela is more of the type who listens to others and attempts to help if they're in trouble. She's quiet when she speaks, and her English isn't too grand, but she gets by. She's polite when need be, but takes her rituals and her heritage seriously. She's not one for American style music, like rap and rock, but she does enjoy jazz and pop, liking the sounds of the band.

But, when put in a room of herself and maybe three others and nothing is happening, that's when she attempts to lighten things up and 'act'. This means that she just goes about acting silly, trying to get people to laugh and relax around one another at least to start up an conversation. She's not above making herself look stupid or silly for the sake of friedship. And while she won't talk about herself, she'll talk about almost anything else, even if it's a randomly popped off comment like: "I like cereal." She'll go off that and tell you what kind she likes and what she doesn't and maybe end up on a completely different subject, if you can understand here, that is.

History :: She is the second daughter, born in Pemba. She was born March 17, 1986 and was very sickly as a child. There was nothing out of the ordinary with her family, a poor family who shared everything else with their family. But Khahlela had a knack for singing at a very young age.

When she was seven years old, she sang at the market, gathering up change, whatever was thrown her direction, and she dutifully gave it all to her parents, who thanked her and gave her sweet praise. It was music to her ears, it was. However, it was still nothing to live off of. When her family, and village, were forced to evacuate from their little home next to the river, due to flooding, her youngest sister was lost in it's waters. It wasn't a week later when her mother was lost, due to an illness that plagued her from the filthy river water she'd drank. Her older brother left for work, and her dad stayed with her as she continued to sing. She sang of her troubles, of her beliefs, of anything that came to mind. A natural born lyric writer. She learned English from the visitors who took the time to teach her, or the religious people sent there to help them out. Yes, she knew enough to sing one of her songs completely in English

One day, when she was twelve and singing in the market, a small director of really no importance thought she'd be the perfect little girl to play a small part in a movie. Naturally, she brought him to talk with her father, and he agreed; desperate for money, they were. That began her small acting career. Sometimes she was cast to sing in those movies, and Africa seemed to love her voice and her look.

Her agent told her of auditions being held in America, Walk of Fame, and they were still open for them. So, she booked the first flight she could, packed up all of her clothings and her small statues of gods, and said a teary goodbye to her family, promising to send enough money when she made it, so they could join her.

However, she finds almost none of this tragic. What is tragic to Americans is completely normal to poor countries. All she knows is that her family could be a bit better off with her talents and her skills.

Prompt Response :: The room she was sitting in had one other person in it, a male, which was very unusual for an open audition into stardom. At least, she thought so. Khahlela shifted uneasily, causing her earrings to clash against her necklaces and cause a radiating ringing noise in her ears, and in the room. She winced at the noise and looked around; the male seemed not to notice, to engrossed in what he was doing. Despite her calm exterior, Khahlela was shaking and nervous on the inside. What if they didn't like her? What if they thought she was too unusual looking to be in show business? Would she return to Pemba empty handed without a dime to giver her father?

She brushed back a black lock of thick, almost nappy looking curly hair and listened to the beads clink. Her outfit today, a blue almost tie-dye looking shorts suit; had complemented the shape of her figure, giving her the illusion of being endowed with more than she had. However, the keyhole slit between her breasts gave it all away. She'd chosen a pair of simple blue heels, matching the fabric as best as she could get on her low budget. She needed this break dreadfully.

Someone came and told the man it was his turn and her stomach clenched and she felt her cheeks flare. This was going to be her only break. She desperately needed this position! Not for her, but it would be nice, but for her family. They weren't as lucky as she was. She took several deep breaths and closed her light brown eyes and attempted to concentrate on remembering the lyrics to a song she heard. She didn't know the rule to singing another song that was already popular here in America, but she was going to give it all she had.

Just when she was beginning to relax, her name was called, with difficulty, as usual.

"You're up, chick-pea!" The attendant said, giving her a small smile.

Khahlela nodded gratefully and followed him to the red velvet curtain. Taking a huge breath, the African girl walked out and into the center of the stage, where she was trapped by a spotlight. It blinded her, caused her eyes to water, but she brushed them aside and blinked rapidly. The faces of the judges were blacked out because of this light.

"You may begin!" A voice echoed through the empty theater.

"Thank you," she began, swallowing hard, "for this chance. I did not understand the rules all the way, so.. I hope it is fine if I sing something from a play?" She got know reaction, so that meant she had an O.K.?

She looked to the person who had the track of music and nodded, having previously told him what track to play. It was just music, after all, and was allowed.

Her voice was strong and echoed loudly, carried very well by the microphone as well. She began to sing the song of Shadow Land from The Lion King Musical, but her voice was so much different. Her words held more meaning, more accent. It was as though she was painting a picture of what a struggle it was to leave home, her own personal Shadow Land, to venture into the unknown. When Khahlela sang, she danced to the music, a soft, slow dance full of sadness and laced with hope. Her arms, her bangles, played an important role, swooping, clutching at her chest as she got into her element.

Shadowland
The leaves have fallen
This shadowed land
This was our home

The river's dry
The ground has broken
So I must go
Now I must go

They weren't her lyrics, but they hit so close to home for her. The pain showed clearly on her face, her lips twisted into frowns and thing, angry lines, her earrings kept hitting the loops of gold around her neck. She knew she didn't have the look of a singer, but the heart and soul of one. Isn't that what counted the most?

In her mind flashed her homeland, her friends, her family, her little market where she'd sing, quite literally, for her dinner. She remembered boiling the water to clean it enough so they wouldn't get sick. The lines she and the village were in to get a good cooked meal that the priests gave out, or the clothes and shoes. While her life wasn't the best, it wasn't the worst. In a way, this song was a tribute for the people who had it worse than she did. This song.. She wanted to inspire hope for the people who lived like she did and worse. To give them something to believe in.

Before she knew it, the tape had ended and there were tears in her eyes as she gave a bow to the judges, her hair sweeping off her shoulders, surprised how it wasn't getting tangled yet, in her necklaces, and smiled. "Thank you again, so much." Her voice was but a whisper, full of emotions that constricted it. The microphone had no problem picking it up, as she was leaned over it in that bow.

She left the stage quickly, but walking all the way until she got behind the stage, where she fell to her knees and gasped for air. Though the judges passed no judgment in front of her, she felt them watching her every movement. But wasn't that what judging was all about?

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Character Name :: Riley Daima
Player Name :: Imbri
Career (Actor/Singer/Model/etc. Be creative!) :: Dancer (Ballet + Jazz, something a little like this.)

Height:: 5’ 9’’
Weight:: 117 lbs
Ethnicity :: Egyptian
Eye Color :: Dark chocolate
Hair Style/Color :: silky black, and very short in the back, leaving bangs in the front, which she spikes up (A bit like the ducktail style)
Attire :: Even though her features are dark, she doesn't try to lighten them by wearing bright clothes. Her favorite outfit is a long black skirt, with a short plaid green skirt over top and a form fitting black tank top. She tries to keep her upper arms uncovered and loose clothes on her legs to allow for free movement, for when she suddenly feels like kicking up her legs or dancing. On her right arm, she wears a black, elbow length glove, with the fingers of it cut off and on the left arm she wears a similar one, but shorter and green.

Around her wrist, over the black glove, she has a wide strip of leather covered in various buttons. She wears a dark purple choker necklace, as well as a piece of jade in the shape of a rose bloom on a chain around her neck. In her ears are small pearl studs, a gift from her grandmother. She normally wears her much worn, light pink practice shoes. When her leg starts to hurt, she switches to sturdier black shoes.

Personality :: Riley is solemn and silent, but is still easy to laughter. When there are good friends and an enjoyable atmosphere, she is cheerful, but reserved. If she is by herself or with a few others and not much is happening, she lapses into silence and isn’t very outspoken.

History :: The first time Riley saw a ballet preformed (Cinderella), she knew she was destined to be a dancer. It stirred powerful emotions in her, even as a child and she cried at the beauty and grace of it, although she was only 6. She was enrolled early in dance classes, and she was equally enthralled with the complex footwork of tap and the music and energy of jazz as she was with the fluidity and grace of ballet. She continued to study all three, and excelled at them, but when she turned 13, she started to focus on ballet specifically, and by the time she had turned 15, she had started to fuse parts of other dance types with ballet.

Soon she was in the top of the class and her family knew, as her instructor expected, that she would go on to become a great dancer. Near the end of her 15th year, however, tragedy struck, in the form of a compound fracture, resulting in hospitalization, followed by over a year of physical therapy. Riley was told it would be unlikely for her to ever be strong enough to dance again.

Riley was devastated. The only thing in life she had loved had been dashed away from her, with little hope of gaining it back and she almost lost herself in a state of depression. Then one day, while leaving the hospital from one of her daily therapy sessions, she passed the children’s ward and happened to glance in. Several small children were running around, playing their games, some sat on the beds, reading books and way back in the corner was one small, pale girl, who was staring up at the small TV with a look of enrapture that Riley knew very well. The girl didn’t look as Riley sat at the foot of her bed and joined in watching the Russian Ballet’s performance of The Nutcracker. The next day Riley returned and the little girl, whose name she soon learned was Sarah, and she would sit and talk about dance. Riley even started to show Sarah how to dance.

These sessions with Sarah made her realize that she couldn’t abandon her lifelong dream. She re-enrolled at her old dance school and started to work out once a day, as well as attending her therapy sessions.

Now three years later, and four years following her accident, she feels that her leg is strong enough (although at times it still pains her) and has come to Walk of Fame to finally begin her career.


Prompt Response ::

The last thing on Riley’s mind was sitting, as she paced back and forth in the waiting room. Her attention was focused exclusively on what lay before her, and it barely registered that there were several others in the waiting room, watching the tall slender teen. The moment she had entered the room she had started her regiment of stretches, from her arms to her toes and everything in between. Even now, as she paced, she would occasionally bend her knee, bringing a foot to her hand behind her back and stretching downwards to her other foot, planted firmly on the ground. If there had been a bar in the room she would have started doing pliés, but decided not to try using a nearby chair. She felt unusually calm, but that was the point of the small stretches and various other exercises she was doing in the waiting room. The dark haired girl breathed a sigh of relief as her name was finally called.

“Riley Daima?”

She lowered her leg and smiled briefly at the young man, who appeared quite a bit older then her.

“That would be me,” she said, evenly, going up on her toes briefly and dancing her way over to the man. He chuckled at her and looked down at his clipboard, leading her into the room. “Save it for the judges, darling.” Now that she was no longer pacing and she could see the stage ahead of her, last second apprehensions attacked her and fearfully she tugged at the hem of the medium length skirt made of a sheer material, which was over her white leotard. In the last few steps before the stage she thought back momentarily to when she had seen Sarah, before leaving for the Walk of Fame agency. Sarah had laughed and given her the white dance outfit, telling her that she wore far to much black and this color would look good on her and make her stand out. Riley stepped out onto the stage, hoping that Sarah was right. Wearing this outfit made her feel out of place, but since it was a gift from her closest friend, she knew she wouldn’t have worn anything else.

Bright lights shown on the stage, and as she tried to look out, she quickly realized it was impossible to even tell how many figures sat in the audience, let alone what their facial expressions might tell her. There was a least one person out there, though, who called out as she reached the center of the stage.

“What will you be doing for us today?” came the brief question.

Riley smiled. She had picked this song that she would dance to because of its title, and how often she had said it, on her return to her former dance school. When the other dancers would sneer behind her back, she didn’t care. When they cattily asked her if she was still dancing, always would come the calm reply.

“I’m Still Here,” she answered promptly. “I’ll be dancing to the song ‘I’m Still Here.’” She breathed out and stood in the 4th position, which consisted of one leg behind the other, her feet turned in opposite directions, one arm straight out to the side and the other straight up and she dropped her head back, waiting for the music to start.

Her leg lifted, high, high above her waist as she started out adagio, slow and with sustained movements. Riley first wanted to demonstrate her mastery of lyrical movement, before starting into her own flare. Her whole body moved with the song, as if it was telling the story, and not the words that were playing behind her. As she pirouetted, on pointe, down the stage, she took a deep breath, prepared for what was coming.

The dark haired teen wondered how the judges reacted when the pretty and slow song suddenly came to a shrieking stop, sounding like a vinyl record that was being scratched. Although the song picked up pace partway through it, she needed it to be going faster and had remixed the last half of the song. It was now double the pace, and every so often the scratching would repeat, as well as the words.

Her body came alive with excitement, and she leapt across the stage, landing softly. She twisted her arms and twirled and jumped, each move leading into another, all of them seeming to be an outlet of some pent up inner being inside of her. Even if she wanted to, she couldn’t stop now, her body moved of its own accord.

This was who she was, nothing and no one could stop it from coming out. As she came to the conclusion, up on her toes, on pointe again, with her hands extended in the air and her head thrown back, she winced, feeling the effects of the dance on her leg. Riley didn’t care. She still couldn’t see the judges, or anything, still lost in the moment, but she didn’t care. The dancer was doing this now for Sarah, and, for herself.

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Character Name :: Janasaury
Player Name :: Candiehol
Career (Actor/Singer/Model/etc. Be creative!) :: Singer of techno of all different sorts. Also likes to act on the side for fun.

Height:: 5'2"
Weight:: 111
Ethnicity :: Japanese.
Eye Color :: Grayish Blue
Hair Style/Color :: Style: [x] Color: Mainly black, with streaks of hot pink and bright blue gracing her hair evenly, but randomly.
Attire :: She wears brighter colors, since she hates the depressing dark of some clothing. On this day, she chose a bright blue shirt with pink designs of hearts, and a rainbow sprawled out on the stomach. Her skirt is a stunning purple that covers to a little below the middle of her thigh. She was also wearing stockings that are mainly blue with pink stars, and high, shiny black mary jane shoes. She also wore her customary jewelery that consists of a necklace with a quarter as the charm, one hot pink earring in the shape of a heart, and the other bright blue in the shape of a star. She also is wearing a chunky yellow ring that you often see little kids wear (like this [x])

Personality :: While she is naturally upbeat, she can also be quite moody. She is easy to anger, but then easy to make laugh. She often gets demanding, especially when it is for something she believe in, or really wants. She gives everyone a chance to be a friend, but only one chance, for she believes that if it doesn't work the first time, it's not worth her time. She only calms down to music, and nothing else.

History :: She was born into an average home in Japan on February 1st, 1989. She has always been the only child in the home. At the young age of 6, she lost her mother in a tragic accident. Ever since that point of time, she has been very attached to her father. At the age of 8, her family moved to America for hopes of change for the better. She was home schooled from that point until she was in 10th grade, a year earlier than others. She threw herself into school activities such as chorus and drama club, and soon became very attached to both, but more to singing than acting. She quickly became the star in her little town of Boulder City, Nevada.

Prompt Response :: Breathe in, breathe out, She told herself as she sat in a little room that was practically still from the quietness. She starts to gaze around, trying to think of what she was about to do, and trying to build up her confidence. She starts to stretch her tense limbs in an effort to clam her nerves. In the middle of stretching her legs, a gentle voice called out, "Janasaury, come with me." She pulled herself up quickly, not wanting to fail due to taking to long.

After a few moments of following the lady, she found herself at the side of a stage. She took a deep breath in, and started to walk to center stage. On her way to the spot of her choice, she tried to see the judges, but the light blinded her when she looked out. Once she got to the spot, she heard a male's voice call out to her saying, "Hello Janasaury. You may start your performance now."

She looked over to stage left, at a lady that was standing near the audio equipment. The lady nodded, and she heard her audition piece play in the room. She starts to feel the beat on the floor, and smiles slightly, knowing that everything rests in the next few minutes. Finally after what seemed like minutes, but in reality was seconds, she grabbed the cordless microphone and started to sing, her voice getting stronger and stronger as she started to feel more comfortable singing this song in front of people.

She started to dance with some emotion to the song after the first few verses. She acted as if the song meant everything to her, which is partly true since her hopes were on the line with it. Before she knew it, she started singing the end of the song, happiness filling her since she's done so well so far.

"Lonely in Gorgeous, yeah...
Party time...umaranai
Anata ga inai to karappo na sekai


Yume no tsudzuki ga mitai
I miss you Bad boy
Kirameki no naka ni tojikomenaide
Kowarete shimau wa"

She finally finished what she thought was a good performance, with excitement. She heard the music turn off, as she started to feel the dampness from her movement. After a few moments, she heard the same male voice from before her song speak again, "Thank you for your time, we will contact you when we have discussed your performance." He said in a rather emotionless voice. Worry started to sink into her as she walked off the stage, "What if they didn't like the song? What if they don't like Japanese and English mixed songs?" She thought as the doors closed behind her.

References to the song from mentioned audition: Lonely in Gorgeous by Tommy February6. [x]

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Character Name :: Isabella (Isi) Sinda
Player Name :: Remove
Career (Actor/Singer/Model/etc. Be creative!) :: Alto Singer (Willing to try and sing anything - couldn't do opera)

Height:: 5'4
Weight:: 105lbs
Ethnicity :: White British (English)
Eye Color :: Blue
Hair Style/Color :: Black, tips are highlighted blue style
Attire :: She wears a long white shirt over a reasonably short black skirt. The white shirt covers most of the skirt, it is long sleeved and obviously too big for her. The top two buttons are undone. The black skirt comes down to a little above the knees. She is wearing fishnet tights with black leather boots that come up to her knees.

Up her Left arm she has a red dragon Tattoo that winds itself up her arm, on the other arm she has various chinease and musical symbols.

She wears quite thick layer of eyeliner making her eyes look a lot darker then they are, she wears a deep blue near black lipstick.

Personality :: Isi has a good heart, she loves people and animals. She isn't anything like her looks may first imply, she is friendly and caring. She does have a bit of a temper on her and doesn't always like being told what to do, she likes her freedom and as long as she isn't restricted in too many ways she is a lovely girl.

History :: Isi was born into a normal household, she had a younger brother and sister who she argued with frequently. They grew to be a little closer though as they grew up but Isi always found them highly annoying.
She went through school being bullied until she moved Secondary schools in year 8. She then started a new school and gained a tight friendship group, it was there that she was able to sing more freely as her friends loved to sing with her.
All her life Isi had loved singing but not once had she the opportunity to use her voice properly. Together with one of her friends they found a band and sang together at various opportunities trying to gain popularity and see whether they would have a chance to get anywhere with their band.
College came and they split, all going to different colleges and the distance between them meant any chance of rehearsals or gigs was completely out of the question. This hit Isi quite hard because she had found something she loved and enjoyed and it was now stripped from her.
Not wanting to stop singing and performing she looked to doing other things, she found a way of getting peoples attention and would then perform for them, she also noticed the less clothes she wore the more attention she got which is why she looks the way she does.
She promised herself she would never stop singing and no matter what, she will find a way of getting famous to fulfill her dreams and sing her little heart out, no matter what it takes.

Prompt Response ::
The room seemed quiet and the atmosphere could have been cut with a knife everyone seemed so worried or nervous. Isabella wasn't an exception. Her fingers had become entangled in her hair where she had been playing with it so much, each time a person was called in her heart would miss a beat or too. She had tried so hard to get up to the standards needed to compete in the real world and not just in pubs and clubs. She wanted to be a real star.

She looked up at the clock. It was the most annoying thing watching the second hand moving round and round and round especially as people were going in and some were coming out crying. Isi felt sick.

“Isabella Sinda”

She looked up and cursed. “It's Isi.” She mumbled it quietly under her breath and stood up smiling at the person who had called her. She followed her into a room where she stood before some judges, none of which looked exactly enthusiastic, maybe there had been a lot of rejections? She just hoped she could bring a smile to their faces.

Standing in the middle of the room she smiled and softly spoke her name and what she was going to sing. She had decided to show her talent to the full and to do that she had created a medley of various songs of different genres. It had taken her a while to do so but it showed her full vocal range and her timing. She hoped it would be good enough.

She opened her mouth and let the first song come it was low and sad, she put the emotion in. She had made sure all the songs chosen meant something to her so no matter what the emotion would be behind each song. She sang a verse from the first song then the chorus from the next, it fitted well and was a little less sad though it wasn't happy. It was also a little higher and changed in genre, the first being rather 'emo' the second being 'punk'. The next song she sang was more pop like and a lot happier then the other two. She put all her emotion in and sang her heart out.

As she neared the end of the melody she sang a little of classical music, it went a little too high for her but she changed it as she sang it so it was sung an octave lower then it would have been written. All in all Isi loved it. Even if she didn't get through the audition she was proud of her medley she had put together.

She finished singing and bowed her head to the judges smiling at them. She had put her all into the performance though she had missed a few notes here and there making a couple flat and one or two sharp but everyone made mistakes right?

Now she just had to wait for the verdict.