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 Posted: Tue Mar 13, 2007 9:22 pm
 Character - Imbri
Shop Concept - Silent Spy
Artwork (c) Kisoni & Teh Angel Yuna
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Posted: Tue Mar 13, 2007 10:00 pm
 1. WoF Post
2. Table of Contents <---You are here!
3. Rules
4. About Riley
5. Riley's History
6. Home
7. Family
8. Friends/Enemies
9. Possessions
10. Riley's Audition
11. Timeline
12. Photo Shoots
13. RP Entries
14. Behind the Player
15. Credits
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Posted: Tue Mar 13, 2007 10:02 pm
 1 Do not post unless you are WoF Staff, other Rising Star or otherwise have permission.
2 If you wish to drop off a gift please do it ICly and
with permission of myself. To get permission, PM me.
3 Do not steal the ideas or art.
4 Do not harrass Imbri.
5 Keep quoting to a minimum.
6 Don't question the rules
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Posted: Tue Mar 13, 2007 10:03 pm
 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, (both the jade and 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.
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Posted: Tue Mar 13, 2007 10:04 pm
 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.
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Posted: Tue Mar 13, 2007 10:22 pm
 Cairo, Egypt
Cairo (Arabic: القاهرة transliteration: Al-Qāhirah), which means "The Vanquisher" or "The Triumphant", is the capital city of Egypt. While Al-Qahirah is the official name of the city, in Egyptian Arabic it is typically called simply by the name of the country, Masr (مصر, Egypt). It has a metropolitan area population of officially about 16.1 million people.[citation needed] Cairo is the twenty-first most populous metropolitan area in the world. It is also the most populous metropolitan area and the most populous city in Africa.
Today, Greater Cairo encompasses various historic towns and modern districts into one of the most populous cities in the world. A journey through Cairo is a virtual time travel: from the Pyramids, Saladin's Citadel, the Virgin Mary's Tree, the Sphinx, and ancient Heliopolis, to Al-Azhar, the Mosque of Amr ibn al-A'as, Saqqara, the Hanging Church, and the Cairo Tower. It is the Capital of Egypt, and indeed its history is intertwined with that of the country. Today, Cairo's official name is Al-Qahira (Cairo), although the name informally used by most Egyptians is "Masr" (Egyptian Arabic name for Egypt).
Cairo is located on the banks and islands of the Nile River in the north of Egypt, immediately south of the point where the river leaves its desert-bound valley and breaks into two branches into the low-lying Nile Delta region.
Cairo, as well as neighbouring Giza, have been established as Egypt's main centre for medical treatment, as well as a major Health Centre in the Middle East. Some of Cairo's most famous hospitals are As-Salam International Hospital- Corniche El Nile; Maadi (Egypt's largest private hospital with 350 beds), Ain Shams University Hospital, as well as Qasr El Ainy General Hospital.
Cairo has long been the hub of education and educational services not only for Egypt but also for the whole world. Today, Cairo is the center for the government offices governing the Egyptian educational system, has the largest number of educational schools, and higher learning institutes among other cities and governorates of Egypt.
Cairo is also in every respect the center of Egypt, as it has been almost since its founding in 969 AD. One quarter of all Egyptians live there. The majority of the nation's commerce is generated there, or passes through the city. The great majority of publishing houses and media outlets and nearly all film studios are there, as are half of the nation's hospital beds and universities. The population density of Cairo is exceeded only by the cities of India. This has fueled rapid construction in the city—one building in five is less than 15 years old.
This astonishing growth until recently surged well ahead of city services. Homes, roads, electricity, telephone and sewer services were all suddenly in short supply. Analysts trying to grasp the magnitude of the change coined terms like "hyper-urbanization." On the ground planners struggled. Only bits of the Cairo Master Plan of 1970 and the Greater Cairo Master Scheme of 1982 were ever implemented.
Riley's Apartment
My living room. Look, I have a PS2, but I can never use it! And there's lots of room to dance around in.
My bedroom. Lots of stuff that remind me of home!
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Posted: Tue Mar 13, 2007 10:24 pm
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Posted: Tue Mar 13, 2007 10:25 pm
 Friends Sarah (Back Home) Ana Cruz Bret Andrews Recks
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Posted: Tue Mar 13, 2007 10:26 pm
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Posted: Tue Mar 13, 2007 10:28 pm
 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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Posted: Tue Mar 13, 2007 10:29 pm
 February 25th, 2007 - Riley auditions for Walk of Fame.
March 6th, 2007 - Riley is hired to Walk of Fame!
March 2007 - Riley's first photo shoot!
June 1 2008 - Met Ana Cruz while practicing.
Aug 2, 2008 - Met Bret Andrews at Studio
Sept 14, 2008 - Met Oz and Brodi, caught up with Bret.
Sept 16, 2008 - Performance!
Sept 17, 2008 - LorenzMilto.com mention for Stars and Starlets!
Sept 18, 2008 - Met Recks in a store
Oct 3, 2008 - Walk of Fame Red Carpet Event
Oct 29, 2008 - LorenzMilton.com mention for Red Carpet Outfit.
Nov 05, 2008 - Riley moves from Uknown to Talented! (Second Photoshoot)
Dec 1, 2008 - Met Lela, Caught up with Zip
Dec 4, 2008 - Remet Oz, met Aubrey
Dec 7, 2008 - Met Andrew, caugh up with to Ana
Dec 8, 2008 - Performance!
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Posted: Tue Mar 13, 2007 10:53 pm
 As an Unknown: As a Talented: 
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Posted: Tue Mar 13, 2007 11:00 pm
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Posted: Tue Mar 13, 2007 11:02 pm
  Name: Imbri
Gender: Female
Age:24
Height: 5'6''
Weight: Wouldn't YOU like to know?
Eyes: Hazel
Hair: It varies...
Marital Status: Single
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Posted: Tue Mar 13, 2007 11:03 pm
 Riley Daima (c) Imbri
Official Art (c) Kisoni (First), Teh Angel Yuna (All others)
Walk of Fame Concept (c) Silent Spy
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