Simone Shirah (finished)

[Simone Shirah]

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let's talk about you,

name, Mikela

age, Sixteen

experience, Four years

password, Forty Year Old Virgin

simone shirah

full name, Simone Salebe Shirah

gender, Male

age, Twenty-One

sexuality, Straight, but into experimentation.

social status, Citizen

career, Artist

portrayed by, Faris "Rotter" Badwan

you put yourself apart,

likes,

• Cigarette pants
  
• 60s Psychedelia and Garage
  
• Books
  
• Sustainability
  
• Uniformity (and setting himself apart from it)
  
• Socialist ideals
  
• Winkle-pickers
  
• Vintage porn
  
• Disgusting things
  
• Urban theory
  
• Philosophy
  
• Knowledge
  
• Art (visual, performance, and otherwise)
  
• Intellectual conversations
  
• City life
  
• The tube, and other public transport
  

dislikes,

• Suburban sprawl
  
• Wastefulness
  
• Mindless consumerism
  
• Capitalism
  
• Ignorance
  
• Violence in all forms
  
• Malls
  
• Chains and monopolies
  
• Cars, particularly SUVs
  
• American southern accents
  
• Most contemporary music
  

flaws,

• Has a particularly large nose.
  
• Uses cocaine and LSD occasionally
  
• Extremely pretentious.
  
• Way too tall: 6'7
  

secrets,

• Has a conservative Muslim family.
  
• Parents pay most of rent.
  
• Chronic depression.
  

personality,
Simone is really a lovely person if you get to know him. People just see him and assume he's a nasty snob, which he is sometimes, but not with his friends. But if he likes a person he'll really latch onto them. He has such a fear of losing people that he tends to be overbearing with his friends. He'll regularly fall in love with the people who are close to him. He's not sure why he's so clingy. All people know is that if he's not basking in attention and the life of the party then he's off sulking somewhere.

He especially loves attention from girls. It's not that he is a pervert or anything, he just loves women. He doesn't even need sexual attention, he just prefers talking to them over talking to men. It's rare for a straight guy to get invited to all-girl sleepovers, but Simone manages. Girls love him. Oh, and he sleeps with everyone. Again, it doesn't even need to be in a sexual way. He's perfectly happy without sex, just so long as he has someone to wake up next to him in the morning. Of course, he likes sex just as much as the next guy. He just chooses not to let it control his life. He does, however, enjoy and good snuggle and has a really bizarre glove fetish. Yes, the things you wear on your hands.

Simone is a genius. He knows more than you and he knows that he knows more than you, which tends to feed his pretentiousness. He reads often and retains information very well. He's like a walking encyclopedia: an infinite black hole of knowledge. He's especially well versed in the happenings of the modern world. He knows a lot about contemporary culture, fashion, art, and politics. He's highly political, by the way. He's a socialist and let's people know it. He knows that the royal family is a waste and should be eliminated from the government.

He has a very dark sense of humor. Often, people can't even tell that he's joking. His jokes are often hard to understand because he uses references from obscure things that people have never heard of. He doesn't bother to clarify, either. And when he does, he's really stuck up about it. He's a fond of the phrase culturally inept, which he will call someone if they don't know what he's talking about.

Really, all this nastiness that comes from him is an attempt to cover up his extreme social awkwardness. His whole life, especially in school, he's felt like an outsider. Now that he's grown up, he's tried to make up for lost time and developed a superior sort of attitude. Sometimes it draws people to him. They figure that since he's the neighborhood cool kid, being with him will make them cool, too. It just as often makes people dislike him because they prefer people who don't make them feel smaller. As mentioned before, Simone isn't nasty at all once he decides that he likes someone.

fights problems with bigger problems,

family members,

• Father: Salebe Ahmen Shirah
  
• Mother: Laya Shirah
  
• Brother: Sahib Jordan Shirah
  
• Sister: Nisha Salebe Shirah
  

detailed history,
Simone was born in a small, privately-run hospital in the Gaza Strip, a disputed territory between Palestine and Israel. His father was a wealthy merchant, and his mother was, well, married to the wealthy merchant. Simone was the youngest of three children: his brother, Jordan, was ten years older than him; his sister, Nisha, was seven years older. They all lived on a large estate, in a city mostly populated by Jewish Israeli families. They weren't very popular around town. Being Muslim, the Israelis wanted them out. The neighbors made going to and from school were hard for the Shirah children, as the other kids would regularly throw rocks at them and beat up Simone's older brother. Simone, himself, felt very little of this since he was usually at home with his mother and hadn't started school yet.

When Simone was a little over four, the Shirah family decided that things had gotten too bad and made plans to move to England. His father had to give up his business and the whole family moved over to England, where they bought a small house in Liverpool. For the next two years, Simone shared a room with his older brother, who equalled Simone in regards to their zealous pursuit of knowledge. Jordan graduated from high school a year early and went to a high-class medical school to become a doctor.

Simone was unlike his brother in the sense that he wasn't the picture of the perfect child like Jordan (who would eventually receive the title Shirah). Seeing as he was so young when they moved out of the Middle East, Simone didn't feel the same sense of traditional family values that his other siblings felt. He was more "westernized" than the rest of his family. He was more concerned with the pursuit of personal happiness than the well-being of the family. He didn't even speak perfect Arabic. As far as that language goes, he has the vocabulary of a four or five year old. He's much better with English, and doesn't have the thick Middle Eastern accent of his parents.

He was never very popular in high school, either. He didn't really experience too much physical violence, compared to other kids were bullied. This is most probably because of how much bigger was was than the other kids. In his freshman year of high school he was 6'2 and he only kept growing. But kids knew that Simone would never hit them, so they called him names quite liberally. Usually they stuck to things like "faggot" and "freak", but the occasional jock would play the race card and call him a "Paki". He wasn't actually from Pakistan, of course, but he's the same color as them, so jocks felt no need to distinguish.

Seeing as he didn't have many friends, he turned his attention to making art, which he found himself to be quite good at. On school holidays, he would often take the train to London to see galleries and such. That's how he originally fell in love with the city. He fit in much better with the less conservative people of London than the people of his own town. His parents, of course, weren't happy with Simone being an artist, but they were happy that at least their son was happy. He graduated from high school and soon afterward moved to London, where he currently resides.

show us what you're made of,

This is just one I grabbed from another rpg and it's not as wonderful as I can otherwise do.

The apartment was cozy. Not painfully small, but cozy. Franny wasn't sure what she was thinking with getting a two-bedroom apartment. She didn't need the extra bedroom and she could barely afford to pay her rent. She'd recently put an ad up and was hoping someone would respond soon. She was almost completely bankrupt from paying the first months rent. Working four days a week at a tiny little antique shop just wasn't going to get the bills paid, and it's not like her drawings or paintings were in any great demand.

The place had come mostly furnished. there was a bed in both rooms, the bathroom had a mirror, there was an old floral print couch in the small living room, and there was a small kitchen table with exposed wooden seats right outside the entryway to the small kitchen. The kitchen, itself was sparsely stocked with four or five plates, a few forks, knives, and spoons, and a pot. The walls of the kitchen has pastel vintage paisley wallpaper, which has a few tears in it and was faded in parts from having been up on the walls for so long. The fridge was old and yellowing, along with the sink, the small counter space, and the originally-white cabinets. The space was so narrow that barely two people could fit in the kitchen at a time, not that this was a problem yet.

The living room was of average size. there was no tv, but the couch was pressed against the wall with a few of Franny's drawings hanging over it. It's not that she was particularly overjoyed with her work, she just needed something to fill up the blank white wall space. There was a threadbare oriental rug on the floor in front of the couch, it's color having become shades of brown over the years. There were a few windows overlooking the street opposite the door to the outside hallway. The view wasn't particularly incredible, just North 11th St. You could open the windows in the summer, though, and get a nice breeze. the buildings in Williamsburg aren't very high, so the weather always appears more mild on this side of the East River.

The one bedroom was unfurnished, but Franny's had a few things. Her full bed had black cotton sheets and a cream comforter. She had always liked the look of contrast. She had a closet with no door, so you could see her clothes hung up neatly on the rack. She had a set of pale wooden shelves where she kept her multiple books, socialist literature, cd collection, and art supplies. She adored her space. She's be out doing more furniture shopping later, of course. But for now she had a place to go to at night.