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 Posted: Mon Mar 26, 2007 2:23 pm
Súbele el volumen a la música satánica! Súbele el volumen a la música satánica!
Vamos a quemarnos en el fuego con el diablo!
Scream from the Countryside
Hello and welcome to my new quest for Yerba Buena! I had an urge to make a quest with a character who reflects my heritage and myself, so please welcome Guajira! Too often I see stereotypical Latino characters on Gaia, and this is my own way (as being a Latino myself) of breaking from that mold. A little defiance, if you will.
Anyway, I'm excited by her idea, and I hope that if and when I get her, everyone will share share my sentiments.
...and she's a lot nicer than Amahté. Promise. D:
Music has been added!
Pictures! ahhh!!
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Posted: Mon Mar 26, 2007 2:31 pm
Y E R B A_B U E N A
Sintiendo tu cuerpo
Y tu piel que me quema
Baila morena
Mueve morena
Seran tus ojos
O tu cara que a mi me ciegan
Baila morena
Mueve morena
Jamaica presela
En Puerto Rico te velan
Por ti se pelean
Toa' la noche entera
Tu cuerpo desean
Por tu piel de canela
Si ellos supieran
Que a mi me modelas
Yerba Buena, meaning 'good herb', is a plant that is used as an aphrodisiac, blood purifier, mild digestive, febrifuge, sedative and tonic, the majority of its purposes are purely medicinal.
Strangely, as a tea the flavor is quite minty, but when crushed the scent of the Yerba Buena's bruised leaves gives off a lemony smell. So prepare yourself for a strange, yet relaxing, lemon-mint crossover!
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Posted: Mon Mar 26, 2007 2:32 pm
[The Scent]
Yo no sé lo que me pasa
Hasta sé me va el aliento
Ya no encuentro las palabras pa expresar lo que yo siento Name: Guajira [wah-hirah]
- Means: Woman of the countryside, also a type of music
Gender: Female
Scent: Yerba Buena
Physical description for each stage:
_____Unlit & Lit Scent | An earthy oil the color of chartreuse with a darker, olive drab hue swirling at its base. A creeping plant seems to have wrapped itself around its base; a bushel of tiny, green leaflets. When lit, the plant has crept into the glass, and tiny white flowers are visible amidst the leaves.
_____Child |
A fallen glass announces the arrival of Guajira, a cherubic faced island child. Her skin is the color of the inside of a tamarind, with an even darker splatter of freckles over her nose and cheeks. Wide, round eyes – the color of olives - give her a perpetual look of wonderment. Her ears poke out a little, cute and round, and upon her head is a nest of flyaway caramel hued hair with streaks of olive here and there, cut short – just a little past her chin. Loops and loose curls, laced with tiny white flowers, with an annoying curl popping up at the top of her head surround her face. She wears a large button up white shirt rolled up at the sleeves (slightly faded, as it belonged to her caretaker), tucked haphazardly into blue jean overalls that cut off just below the knee. Guajira will also sport a massive straw hat, not unlike those of the jibaros. She is barefoot.
_____Adolescent | Aha! That stage already, huh? When Guajira blossoms into a teenager her style does a complete 360°. She has grown into a petite young woman, modest of bust, small of waist, but wide of hip. Her hair is still as wild and poof-y, and a touch longer now (brushing just above her shoulders); she’s also taken a liking to painting her lips crimson. She still wears her large hat with pride, but her clothes…
Guajira wears a vibrant ‘here-I-am!’ red bikini top, and a pair of very, very short shorts; also, a belt adorns her waist, with a large buckle depicting a curled palm tree. Over her bikini she wears her caretaker’s dress shirt loosely, as it hangs off of her shoulders. A long necklace of bronze discs is looped around her neck, dropping low, almost to her navel. Large gold hoops hang from her ears. Guajira remains barefoot.
_____Adult | Calmed, but still full of fire and spunk, Guajira has turned in her beach-ware for una falda estampada, or a stamped skirt. The color is the rich eggplant purple; it falls to her ankles and fans out, layered to give it a fuller shape, and hugs mid-hip. The dregs of the skirt are a mottled, but vibrant green, bleeding upwards (though not much) in mimicry of the yerba buena creeping plant - there is a slightly visible white underskirt as well. Her white top reveals her flat belly, and the slope of her wide hips, but remains modest; a strip of cloth acts as a sort of ruffle that bares her shoulders whilst hugging her upper biceps, layering over the top (that has no sleeves). Her wrists have a menagerie of bangles, all gold, rose-gold, and bronze, the variety vast moreso on her left wrist than her right (of which only has a single, thin bangle of rose-gold). A single, large hoop hangs from her right ear. Her wild and poofy hair, now just below her shoulders, is pulled back (but not without strands of her bangs flying forward) and clipped back, an explosion of curls appearing from the top. Plush lips curled into a satisfied smile, colored red as a flor de maga.
_____Elder | As an elder, Guajira would no doubt be smiling or laughing, soft lines around her mouth. Her hair is hidden beneath a mantilla, or head wrap, consisting of a white cloth with a thinner, green one wrapped around the base and around the top. Her entire body is covered, from the skirts that fall to the floor to the sleeves that encase her arms and wrists – also, a lacy collar stands high on her neck. The entire ensemble is a pale cream with vibrant green accents, such as the lace on her skirts and her lower skirts. If her feet are shown, she is, as always, barefoot.
_____Wings: [WIP]
Personality:
_____Likes: Guajira loves music no matter the genre, but she especially loves songs she can dance to. Bomba y plena, salsa, merengue, reggae and reggaeton – she has a deep love for anything that sounds like it is from the islands, or anything with a powerful beat. She likes her music loud.
_______ Other: singing, dancing, the heat of summer, large flowers, colorful birds, empanadas, boxing, the beach, smiles, tembleque, malta, orchata, panuchos
_____Dislikes: Men who are too forward, being away from her family for too long, shoes, people stealing her hat, her hair, bubble baths, the pool
Soundtrack: Guajira, Yerba Buena [x]
____________La Candela, Yerba Buena
____________La Jirafa, Calle 13 [x]
____________Guayaquil, Don Omar
____________Corazon de Rumba, Celia Cruz
____________La Vida es un Carnaval, Celia Cruz [x]
____________El Burrito (Saboreando), Yerba Buena feat. Peret And II
____________Calle Luna, Calle Sol, Hector Lavoe and Willie Colon
Yerba Buena - Official site; has entire CD; [El Burrito and La Candela are on there]
References: (A lot, too!)
____________Hair color: [x]
____________Skin color: [x]
____________Eye color: [x]
____________Her hat: [x]
____________Clothes: [x (Child) ] [x (Pants and buckle - Adolescent)]
____________[x (Top - Adolescent)]
____________Her necklace (adolescent): [x]
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Pictures!: Child
__________Adolescent
Y pensar que hay quienes viven con el mismo sentimiento
Deja que te abra el alma
Deja que te lleve el viento
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Posted: Mon Mar 26, 2007 2:34 pm
[The Guardian] Name: Malcolm Edgar de Biron
- Nickname: For the love of God, call me Eddie
Gender: Male
Age: 21
- Race: Human, apparently a son of a Santera [Santeria priestess]
Date of Birth: October 30 [Scorpio]
Occupation: Clerk at a department store; street performer for folkloríca music [;x]
- Height: 5’8”
- Weight: 148 lbs.
Skin: Mahogany
Hair: Black; pulled back into crisscrossing cornrows
Eyes: Light, light brown – almost amber
Likes: Reading, playing the bongos, loitering, doing nothing, smoking, thinking, silence
Dislikes: his father, dreams, being ordered around, having secrets kept from him
Favorite:
Food: Mashed potatoes and scrambled eggs
Color: Navy blue, grey, green
Animal: None. Unless it’s a big dog, preferably bull mastiff/ Great Dane mix, pit bull, or Doberman
Personality by sign: The good: Determined and forceful
Emotional and intuitive
Powerful and passionate
Exciting and magnetic
The Bad: Jealous and resentful
Compulsive and obsessive
Secretive and obstinate
A bit of a magpie, Malcolm keeps a lot of things he finds whether it’s on the street, in a restaurant, whatever. If he likes it, he’ll shove It into his pocket and keep it. (Must be the reason there’s a mounting pile of cigarette butts in his apartment). Of his friends, he’s considered the dealmaker, the peace bringer, and advice giver; despite his current situation and rocky relationship with his father, he is most people’s confidant.
That said, Malcolm also has a bad temper. Once set off he usually gets quiet and sulky, but if push comes to shove and he blows a gasket, someone is going to get torn a new one. He has a tendency of not letting go of grudges for a long time, and even if he does forgive you there will be an underlying resentment.
Theme(s): Anxiety, Black Eyed Peas
__________Break Stuff, Limp Bizkit
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Posted: Mon Mar 26, 2007 2:37 pm
Funds: caw caw *flies buzz around*
Inspiration: Oh man, for her appearance, I totally have to say my mother and Rosie Perez. Since music is an important part of my life, I had to make it an integral part of Guajira's, especially since her name came from the name of a song from one of my favorite groups, Yerba Buena. See the connection? xd They sing in both English and Spanish, and have sort of Latin boogaloo-funk-afrobeat style with political mannerisms. Think Black Eyed Peas gone Spanish...and uh, better. Way better. No Fergie. *thumbs up*
Notes: Guajira will probably speak in heavy Spanglish, a mixture of English and Spanish, so if ever we are to RP (*eyebrow waggle*) I'll tag on translations on to just 'wtf' she's saying. :3 And if you get curious as to my music choices, and want a translation, hit me up. It might take a while, since when you translate any language into English, you have to reformat it to make sense. But I'm always glad to relay what I listen to to others. ^_^
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Posted: Mon Mar 26, 2007 2:44 pm
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Posted: Fri Jun 01, 2007 8:25 am
I learned black magic in Haiti. talk2hand
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Posted: Thu Jun 21, 2007 1:17 pm
Updated.
Ssh Ssh psst psst mami mami come here let me talk to you, come here let me talk to you come here
Ah come with me baby, I can be your sugar papi baby, your sugar pimp
I like it sweet and low too, but I am no artificial sweetener naha.
come on and let me take you around the world,
I got my platinum metro card
We can go underground undercover under your wear
Because with my looks I cannot be seen in public naha.
Come on don’t lie to me baby, I know Latin Girls love their coffee with a whole lotta sugar and giving’ sugar is my business marinate on that like marmalade baby
Music and pictures, also some translations.
Personality needs to be fleshed out and added.
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Posted: Sat Oct 27, 2007 3:33 pm
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Posted: Sat Oct 27, 2007 3:37 pm
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Posted: Sat Oct 27, 2007 3:39 pm
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Posted: Sat Oct 27, 2007 3:41 pm
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