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Aria Karalis

"Dôs moi pâ stô, kaì tàn gân kīnā́sō."

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a character in “Miami Heat : Hotel Colony”, originally authored by Sly_Mafia, as played by RolePlayGateway

Description


Ariadne Helena Karalis


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Dôs moi pâ stô, kaì tàn gân kīnā́sō. It means: Give me somewhere to stand, and I will move the Earth.




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Nicknames: Most people call me Aria. I think it's the easiest one. My roommate calls me Ari. No one else can.

Age:
22 I am of legal drinking age

[b]Role:
The Maid Such a...demeaning name. 'Cause I don't do the whole really short, tight dress with the head thing. I'd like to say...the Help. And trust me, some of these rich folk need it.

Birthday: November 7th

Hometown: I was born in Norfolk, Virginia. But I wouldn't remember that - I left before I even turned three weeks. My first family moved me to Pennsylvania and then another moved me to New York. I have a lot of hometowns, so I'll just claim Norfolk.

Sexuality: Heterosexual I think we all experimented at some point. But...guys are it for me. And that whole, I'm attracted to intelligence thing? He can be as intelligent as he wants to be and if it turns you on, whatever. But if his intelligence outweighs his manners, I could care less if he found the cure for the cancer. He's not my type.

Occupation: Again, I'm a maid at Hotel Colony. But, on the side, I'm completing my senior year at University of Miami. On the weekends, I perform at the nightclub as a singer.

Likes:
  • Dancing It's my life. I've been dancing since forever. It was my escape from reality.
  • Singing The second love of my life.
  • Writing
  • Desserts
  • Walking on the beach at night
  • Star-gazing
  • Chocolate-covered strawberries
  • Romance
  • Hot guys
  • The idea of being in love
  • Kids
  • Hot baths
  • Green tea
  • Reading

Dislikes:
  • Jerks
  • Ignorance
  • Spiders
  • Anchovies
  • Kale
  • Players
  • Cheaters
  • Being underestimated
  • Talking about her past




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Fears:
  • Spiders Seriously, I will cry if you bring one to me.
  • Failing in life
  • Never being able to fall in love and start a family
  • Being abandoned

Dreams:
  • To become a great fiction writer and go down in history
  • To travel the world
  • Meet the one that I want to spend the rest of my life with

Secrets:
  • It's probably not that much of a secret, but I'm adopted. Well, technically, I'm an orphan, but not really. You get the picture. Nobody wanted me.
  • When I found out that I was part Greek, I purposefully learned how to speak Greek. It makes me feel close to the family I never knew.
  • I could've been a famous singer. Blackground Records would've signed me, but the guy who was going to be my manager wanted me to sleep with him. And I broke his nose.

Personality: Aria is that girl that when you look at her, you wonder why she's in the job that she's in. She dresses nicely, she's never appeared unkept, and she is seemingly sweet. She doesn't cause problems. But she works and she works hard. She knows what it's like not to have anything and how hard it is in the world. She was that child that somebody left in the hospital and never looked back. She knows the struggles and she doesn't take things for granted. Life is far too precious to waste your time being a petulant child thinking that everyone should give you whatever whenever you want. So, she works at the Hotel not because she actually needs the money, but because she wants to make the money.

Her roommate is also her best friend and pretty much owns a flat that they live in. And despite the fact that Aria has been told countless times that she doesn't need to pay for anything, she does. She works and she brings back money. And if the money isn't needed, she puts it to her education. She's worked her ass off for school and has a full ride at the University of Miami, so any money she gets is for food, clothes and books for school. She never wastes anything. She's hardly - if ever - spent time to just spoil herself. She doesn't think she deserves it.

She hasn't let her struggles with adoption and being an orphan affect her and make her insecure or anything. But it has humbled her. She won't spend money on herself and somewhere deep down, she wants to. And at the same time, she hates when people do things for her. It's not that she doesn't feel flattered or anything, but because not a lot of people have and who is she to take from people when there are others that need help more? She's extremely generous and will actually give someone on the street $5 dollars that she could've spent on herself. On a deeper level, she's also not ready to accept people or their affection much because she's been disappointed. Again, she's been abandoned. Not just by the mother she never knew, but by six families that just decided to give her away. Only two explained themselves, one she understood, and the others just left. She fears that and she's only been in one real relationship and even then her heart was too heavy for all her kindness to be as free and in love. But she longs to be and maybe, one day, she will. But for now, she'll focus on getting through school, working and performing.


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History


Ariadne Helena Karalis was born twenty-two years ago to a half-Grecian man and woman. The man was involved with gangs and drugs and died a few months before her birth. Her mother never wanted to be pregnant and only went on with the pregnancy because her boyfriend promised to care for the baby. Aria doesn't know that part of the story. She was born and the woman left two days later, not even flinching or even feeling somewhat guilty for abandoning her baby. To this day, despite the fact that she does not know this woman, Aria has yet to forgive the woman.

Aria stayed with her first family until she turned five. They had only adopted her because they couldn't conceive, but then when they could, they couldn't support two children. So, they chose to give up Aria. She barely can remember them, but the mother smelled like cherries. It's the scent Aria is known for now. The second family adopted her and gave her up when she was seven. She and the son had never gotten along. He was violent towards her and at a young age, Aria learned how to fight. When she made him hit his head on the coffee table, they blamed the issue on her and just dropped her off at the orphanage. She understood and shrugged it off. There would always be another, she told herself.

The next two families adopted her and left her in the dust. By the time Aria turned fourteen, she was pretty much done with families. She focused on school. The orphanage made sure she received an education and while browsing through the music room, she started singing. She joined the local choir and before long, Aria found her calling. Dancing had been in her life before then. The last two families passed by her in a blur and Aria couldn't tell you even if she wanted to. One did explain their reasoning. After all, they had three other adopted children and then their own. That was too much drama and Aria wouldn't have wanted to deal with them for long anyway. But she remained positive in her life, burying her pain and feeling of abandonment. After all, at least people at the orphanage cared. They fed her, clothed her, and sent her to school. And she had a plan for life. She was going to be an amazing writer and when she graduated from high school with a full ride to the University of Miami, she took it.

She's in her senior year now and has been working at the Hotel for a year. She's seen a few things at this hotel and not a lot of things impresses her anymore. She's just trying to get through college, take care of herself, and accomplish her goals. And maybe, if it's in the cards, she'll find love. But she lives by one code: "Dôs moi pâ stô, kaì tàn gân kīnā́sō." "Give me somewhere to stand, and I will move the Earth." And she will - with her voice.

So begins...

Aria Karalis's Story

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"You're late," Camille told her the second she walked out of her bedroom. Aria rolled her eyes and made a face.

"Thanks, my ever-loving roomie, for telling me that - an hour later," she growled and snatched up a bagel. She hadn't put on her uniform yet. In all honestly, it was too hot for that stiff dress and Aria would not be caught dead in that thing in public. "Why didn't you wake me up....or turn the alarm back on?" Camille sighed exasperatedly.

"Suuure. Next time, I won't be a thoughtful friend and let my roomie - who's been working her ass off on these performance practices, mind you - get a moment of real rest. You were going to sleep for three hours; I had to give you two more." Aria couldn't keep the small smile off her face as she bit into the now cream cheese covered half of her bagel.

"I know, I know." Camille frowned.

"Oh, and you might not have to go to work today anyway." She said the last part in a little squeak, sidestepping Aria to head for the living room. Aria's face twisted into one of half frustration and half surprise. She grabbed an orange juice and headed after her roommate.

"Camille?" Camille only turned on the news and Aria watched the reporter go on and on in front of the Hotel.

"Apparently, some jackass decided to hold the clerk hostage and was looking for someone. He had a gun." The color drained from Aria's face and she momentarily panicked at the thought of something happening to Bianca. They weren't the closest of friends, but still. She was a nice girl. She was probably terrified right about now. Aria fished for her cell phone, which she tucked into the couch last night as she fell asleep writing lyrics. She quickly dialed the number she recalled being Bianca's, awaiting the woman's voice as the phone rang.

"Hey, Bianca? It's me - Aria. Just calling. I heard what happened. Are you alright?"

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Glancing at the face of her copper watch, the time read 12:45. How had time passed so slow yet rushed by at the same time? There was a dull ache behind her left temple, making Bianca squint through the brave sunlight that shone down from directly above their heads. Pulling off her blazer, Bianca undid the buttons of her stiff blouse, sweating under the midday heat. Curious civilians snapped photos on their smart phones, and those who had been present were being questioned one after another. Supposedly they weren't allowed back into the hotel until every room was cleared to ensure there was no remaining threat.

Huffing with annoyance, Bianca began to fan herself with a stiff piece of cardboard as she looked onto the white and blue building with betrayal. Until now it had been considered a safe haven to the vixen, a place where she was valued for her work and not her pretty face. Now, she wasn't sure if she wanted to step foot back into the place. Cassus came to her side, asking if she had answered all the questions to the police. She nodded robotically, staring ahead. The police had taken her statement, and she answered the questions they had. But looking back she realized she had left out the bit about what she had heard Cassus and Joey speaking about. Maybe it had slipped her mind, but maybe she wanted more answers before she answered any more questions.

She squinted at Cassus with curiousity, the sun catching the natural highlights of his lay-as-it-may dark blonde mop. There was so much about the charming young man she had yet to learn. "I'll escort you home. You can get a change of clothes whatever else we need. Then, we can take advantage of the hotel's finest luxuries. They owe you for what has happened to you on the job. If not, I'll pay for it. They can't discipline you for taking a day off now."

His charm was infallible, causing Bianca to melt internally and her cold demeanor to ebb away. She looked back to the hotel, which didn't seem it would get back running for an hour or two, there was time for her to collect herself. Only a monster would force Bianca back to work given the circumstances. She smiled coyly as he joked, "The spa will do wonders in washing out that silly dye from your hair."

She swatted his hand away playfully, scrunching her nose as if displeased. "I'll have you know I still had three to five washes until this color comes out." Bianca reached to her honey colored locks only to find them in disarray. The mornings rough handling along with the gunman grabbing her by her hair had left strands going in all sorts of directions. Laughing to herself, Bianca removed the pins holding up her tresses, shaking out her mane so that it fell just past her mid back in long layers. Running her fingers through her hair, Bianca looked to Cassus once again. "That all sounds...really nice though."

Once again the pop tune ring tone interrupted her conversation, to which Bianca made a motion for him to wait as she took the call. "Aria," was all Bianca could say before the girl's panicked tone was proof she had seen what had happened, "No one was hurt...I'm fine. Our guest Cassus has offered to fix me up." She joked, glancing at the enigma of a man from the corner of her eye. Perhaps this time together would give her a chance to ask about what had happen between him and her captor. "I don't want to keep him waiting though so I'll give you the details later...I haven't seen Yolanda otherwise I'd tell you wether you have to come in today." Bianca quickly scanned the crowd in hopes to catch sight of their manager. But the girls then said their goodbyes, and Bianca was back facing Cassus, clapping her hands together.

"Well I take the bus out here normally, but I only live like fifteen minutes away by car...." Anybody who had money to LIVE at Hotel Colony had to have a car as well, unless he too relied on public transportation, which was hard to believe given the impression Bianca had on Cassus. He seemed to be a man of wealth, however it was that he made his money she never knew.
But perhaps it was about time she would find out.

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Character Portrait: Bianca Santiago Character Portrait: Aria Karalis Character Portrait: Cassus Angelo
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Glancing at the face of her copper watch, the time read 12:45. How had time passed so slow yet rushed by at the same time? There was a dull ache behind her left temple, making Bianca squint through the brave sunlight that shone down from directly above their heads. Pulling off her blazer, Bianca undid the buttons of her stiff blouse, sweating under the midday heat. Curious civilians snapped photos on their smart phones, and those who had been present were being questioned one after another. Supposedly they weren't allowed back into the hotel until every room was cleared to ensure there was no remaining threat.

Huffing with annoyance, Bianca began to fan herself with a stiff piece of cardboard as she looked onto the white and blue building with betrayal. Until now it had been considered a safe haven to the vixen, a place where she was valued for her work and not her pretty face. Now, she wasn't sure if she wanted to step foot back into the place. Cassus came to her side, asking if she had answered all the questions to the police. She nodded robotically, staring ahead. The police had taken her statement, and she answered the questions they had. But looking back she realized she had left out the bit about what she had heard Cassus and Joey speaking about. Maybe it had slipped her mind, but maybe she wanted more answers before she answered any more questions.

She squinted at Cassus with curiousity, the sun catching the natural highlights of his lay-as-it-may dark blonde mop. There was so much about the charming young man she had yet to learn. "I'll escort you home. You can get a change of clothes whatever else we need. Then, we can take advantage of the hotel's finest luxuries. They owe you for what has happened to you on the job. If not, I'll pay for it. They can't discipline you for taking a day off now."

His charm was infallible, causing Bianca to melt internally and her cold demeanor to ebb away. She looked back to the hotel, which didn't seem it would get back running for an hour or two, there was time for her to collect herself. Only a monster would force Bianca back to work given the circumstances. She smiled coyly as he joked, "The spa will do wonders in washing out that silly dye from your hair."

She swatted his hand away playfully, scrunching her nose as if displeased. "I'll have you know I still had three to five washes until this color comes out." Bianca reached to her honey colored locks only to find them in disarray. The mornings rough handling along with the gunman grabbing her by her hair had left strands going in all sorts of directions. Laughing to herself, Bianca removed the pins holding up her tresses, shaking out her mane so that it fell just past her mid back in long layers. Running her fingers through her hair, Bianca looked to Cassus once again. "That all sounds...really nice though."

Once again the pop tune ring tone interrupted her conversation, to which Bianca made a motion for him to wait as she took the call. "Aria," was all Bianca could say before the girl's panicked tone was proof she had seen what had happened, "No one was hurt...I'm fine. Our guest Cassus has offered to fix me up." She joked, glancing at the enigma of a man from the corner of her eye. Perhaps this time together would give her a chance to ask about what had happen between him and her captor. "I don't want to keep him waiting though so I'll give you the details later...I haven't seen Yolanda otherwise I'd tell you wether you have to come in today." Bianca quickly scanned the crowd in hopes to catch sight of their manager. But the girls then said their goodbyes, and Bianca was back facing Cassus, clapping her hands together.

"Well I take the bus out here normally, but I only live like fifteen minutes away by car...." Anybody who had money to LIVE at Hotel Colony had to have a car as well, unless he too relied on public transportation, which was hard to believe given the impression Bianca had on Cassus. He seemed to be a man of wealth, however it was that he made his money she never knew.
But perhaps it was about time she would find out.

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Character Portrait: Bianca Santiago Character Portrait: Aria Karalis Character Portrait: Cassus Angelo
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Glancing at the face of her copper watch, the time read 12:45. How had time passed so slow yet rushed by at the same time? There was a dull ache behind her left temple, making Bianca squint through the brave sunlight that shone down from directly above their heads. Pulling off her blazer, Bianca undid the buttons of her stiff blouse, sweating under the midday heat. Curious civilians snapped photos on their smart phones, and those who had been present were being questioned one after another. Supposedly they weren't allowed back into the hotel until every room was cleared to ensure there was no remaining threat.

Huffing with annoyance, Bianca began to fan herself with a stiff piece of cardboard as she looked onto the white and blue building with betrayal. Until now it had been considered a safe haven to the vixen, a place where she was valued for her work and not her pretty face. Now, she wasn't sure if she wanted to step foot back into the place. Cassus came to her side, asking if she had answered all the questions to the police. She nodded robotically, staring ahead. The police had taken her statement, and she answered the questions they had. But looking back she realized she had left out the bit about what she had heard Cassus and Joey speaking about. Maybe it had slipped her mind, but maybe she wanted more answers before she answered any more questions.

She squinted at Cassus with curiousity, the sun catching the natural highlights of his lay-as-it-may dark blonde mop. There was so much about the charming young man she had yet to learn. "I'll escort you home. You can get a change of clothes whatever else we need. Then, we can take advantage of the hotel's finest luxuries. They owe you for what has happened to you on the job. If not, I'll pay for it. They can't discipline you for taking a day off now."

His charm was infallible, causing Bianca to melt internally and her cold demeanor to ebb away. She looked back to the hotel, which didn't seem it would get back running for an hour or two, there was time for her to collect herself. Only a monster would force Bianca back to work given the circumstances. She smiled coyly as he joked, "The spa will do wonders in washing out that silly dye from your hair."

She swatted his hand away playfully, scrunching her nose as if displeased. "I'll have you know I still had three to five washes until this color comes out." Bianca reached to her honey colored locks only to find them in disarray. The mornings rough handling along with the gunman grabbing her by her hair had left strands going in all sorts of directions. Laughing to herself, Bianca removed the pins holding up her tresses, shaking out her mane so that it fell just past her mid back in long layers. Running her fingers through her hair, Bianca looked to Cassus once again. "That all sounds...really nice though."

Once again the pop tune ring tone interrupted her conversation, to which Bianca made a motion for him to wait as she took the call. "Aria," was all Bianca could say before the girl's panicked tone was proof she had seen what had happened, "No one was hurt...I'm fine. Our guest Cassus has offered to fix me up." She joked, glancing at the enigma of a man from the corner of her eye. Perhaps this time together would give her a chance to ask about what had happen between him and her captor. "I don't want to keep him waiting though so I'll give you the details later...I haven't seen Yolanda otherwise I'd tell you wether you have to come in today." Bianca quickly scanned the crowd in hopes to catch sight of their manager. But the girls then said their goodbyes, and Bianca was back facing Cassus, clapping her hands together.

"Well I take the bus out here normally, but I only live like fifteen minutes away by car...." Anybody who had money to LIVE at Hotel Colony had to have a car as well, unless he too relied on public transportation, which was hard to believe given the impression Bianca had on Cassus. He seemed to be a man of wealth, however it was that he made his money she never knew.
But perhaps it was about time she would find out.

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Character Portrait: Bianca Santiago Character Portrait: Aria Karalis Character Portrait: Cassus Angelo
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Glancing at the face of her copper watch, the time read 12:45. How had time passed so slow yet rushed by at the same time? There was a dull ache behind her left temple, making Bianca squint through the brave sunlight that shone down from directly above their heads. Pulling off her blazer, Bianca undid the buttons of her stiff blouse, sweating under the midday heat. Curious civilians snapped photos on their smart phones, and those who had been present were being questioned one after another. Supposedly they weren't allowed back into the hotel until every room was cleared to ensure there was no remaining threat.

Huffing with annoyance, Bianca began to fan herself with a stiff piece of cardboard as she looked onto the white and blue building with betrayal. Until now it had been considered a safe haven to the vixen, a place where she was valued for her work and not her pretty face. Now, she wasn't sure if she wanted to step foot back into the place. Cassus came to her side, asking if she had answered all the questions to the police. She nodded robotically, staring ahead. The police had taken her statement, and she answered the questions they had. But looking back she realized she had left out the bit about what she had heard Cassus and Joey speaking about. Maybe it had slipped her mind, but maybe she wanted more answers before she answered any more questions.

She squinted at Cassus with curiousity, the sun catching the natural highlights of his lay-as-it-may dark blonde mop. There was so much about the charming young man she had yet to learn. "I'll escort you home. You can get a change of clothes whatever else we need. Then, we can take advantage of the hotel's finest luxuries. They owe you for what has happened to you on the job. If not, I'll pay for it. They can't discipline you for taking a day off now."

His charm was infallible, causing Bianca to melt internally and her cold demeanor to ebb away. She looked back to the hotel, which didn't seem it would get back running for an hour or two, there was time for her to collect herself. Only a monster would force Bianca back to work given the circumstances. She smiled coyly as he joked, "The spa will do wonders in washing out that silly dye from your hair."

She swatted his hand away playfully, scrunching her nose as if displeased. "I'll have you know I still had three to five washes until this color comes out." Bianca reached to her honey colored locks only to find them in disarray. The mornings rough handling along with the gunman grabbing her by her hair had left strands going in all sorts of directions. Laughing to herself, Bianca removed the pins holding up her tresses, shaking out her mane so that it fell just past her mid back in long layers. Running her fingers through her hair, Bianca looked to Cassus once again. "That all sounds...really nice though."

Once again the pop tune ring tone interrupted her conversation, to which Bianca made a motion for him to wait as she took the call. "Aria," was all Bianca could say before the girl's panicked tone was proof she had seen what had happened, "No one was hurt...I'm fine. Our guest Cassus has offered to fix me up." She joked, glancing at the enigma of a man from the corner of her eye. Perhaps this time together would give her a chance to ask about what had happen between him and her captor. "I don't want to keep him waiting though so I'll give you the details later...I haven't seen Yolanda otherwise I'd tell you wether you have to come in today." Bianca quickly scanned the crowd in hopes to catch sight of their manager. But the girls then said their goodbyes, and Bianca was back facing Cassus, clapping her hands together.

"Well I take the bus out here normally, but I only live like fifteen minutes away by car...." Anybody who had money to LIVE at Hotel Colony had to have a car as well, unless he too relied on public transportation, which was hard to believe given the impression Bianca had on Cassus. He seemed to be a man of wealth, however it was that he made his money she never knew.
But perhaps it was about time she would find out.