Post by NATALIA CATALINA on Aug 20, 2012 2:46:13 GMT -5
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 500px; -moz-border-radius: 20px 0px 20px 0px; border-radius:20px 0px 20px 0px; padding: 10px; border: #000000 solid 0px; ] stuck in this daydream. [style=font-family: helvetica; font-size: 13px; letter-spacing: 6px; text-transform: uppercase; text-align: center;]EM FULL NAME: Natalia Dulce Catalina ALIAS: Nat, though she'll kill you, Talia. DATE OF BIRTH: 23rd September 1989 AGE: 22 OCCUPATION: Heiress SEXUALITY: Straight PLAY BY: Megan Fox TOURIST [style=background-color: #664340; border: 10px solid #664340; font-family: georgia; letter-spacing: 10px; color: #ABA291; text-align: center;]personality Natalia is a spoilt little rich girl, plain and simple. She has all the stereotypical qualities of a lady born with a silver spoon in her mouth. She's pompous and pretentious, constantly sizing people up by their wealth and possessions. She's not afraid to let it known that if you have a 1995 mercedes then you're just not worth her time. Vintage or late model is the only way to go or she wont talk to you again. If you live in a bad part of town in a shitty old apartment, you wont even get a second glance from her so don't even try. [/style]On the other hand, if you do own an amazingly expensive car and wear armani suits, then she'll be all over you with sultry looks and coy smiles. She's a sly little thing, priding herself on her ability to make a man shower her with gifts because that's what it'll take for her to come back for more. Solid gold bracelets, diamond cluster earrings and beautiful chanel dresses. Anything less and she'll scoff and ask where the real gifts are. She's no sweet talker when she's being deprived of her designer embellishments, that's for sure. Natalia believes that she's gods gift to men. She really does think that every man wants her and will give her what she wants to have her because this is how she was brought up. Any man that says otherwise is just in denial or knows she's out of his league. Her family has imprinted this sense of superiority on her all her life so it would take a lot for her to see otherwise. Through all of this, Natalia is jaded. She's become bored with her repetitive way of bouncing man to man, sucking the money out of their credit cards. She's become restless for a bit of excitement which leads to her kleptomania. She can't help but snatch things just for the thrill of stealing. By no means does she need anything, she just likes to steal, that's it. It's landed her in a jail cell a couple of times, but after her yelling and her Daddy finally coming to get her out and bribing the officers, she's always back home where she belongs without a verbal bashing to be heard. Don't let this make you think she's immature or naiive. She has an advanced knowledge of a man's mind and how to manipulate it. At a young twenty two years old, she knows just how far a man is willing to go and when to stop pushing. That said, age is no barrier for her, aslong as he has the money. A lot of men feed her expensive things without a second thought, because having a beautiful young woman on your arm is worth a necklace or an expensive dinner. Talia doesn't have many friends. The friends she does have aren't really 'friends', they're just there for the status. Deep down she's lonely, even though she doesn't realise it yet. She doesn't openly talk about her feelings or what she wants in life. It's all about wealth and 'My Daddy's company is bigger than your's'. There is no innocence in her life. No carefree moments or real friendships. [style=background-color: #664340; border: 10px solid #664340; font-family: georgia; letter-spacing: 10px; color: #ABA291; text-align: center;]physical description Natalia is one drop dead spanish princess. Long, dark wavy hair and beautiful blue eyes, she's a force to be reckoned with. This coupled with her pouty botox enhanced lips and mediteranean complexion, she really does look like she was peeled off the cover of a magazine and she flaunts it. She will never admit she's had work done though, including her boosted breasts which sit perfectly on her chest. She's not tall at 5'5, but you'll rarely ever see her without her towering heels, putting her at a good 5'7 or 5'8 on a good day. [/style]Her body is complimented with long smooth legs leading up to a toned and fit body, thanks to her gruelling three hour a day workout. She has no scars to speak of, but there's a small tattoo of a sparrow on her left buttock that she'll never explain to anyone. [style=background-color: #664340; border: 10px solid #664340; font-family: georgia; letter-spacing: 10px; color: #ABA291; text-align: center;]history Natalia was born into a very wealthy Spanish family. They owned a huge array of hotels across Europe and their extended family was filled with reality stars and actors. Natalia's arrival was all over the magazines as the exciting new addition to Adrian and Isabella Catalina's family. They were newly married not even a year ago and now Natalia completed their perfect successful family. Isabella herself was an award winning actress in Spanish television, so when she married Adrian who had inherited his father's hotel dynasty, it was a match made in heaven. [/style]As Talia grew up, she knew nothing but the best. Clothes, jewellery, food. It was all lavished on her and her parents never held back. They were always showing her off as their prized possession. Photoshoots and interviews became the norm to little baby Talia and as soon as she was old enough, she was enrolled in the best private schools, alongside other famous children and incredibly rich aristocrat's brats. It became a game of who's family was the richest or who's daddy had the biggest yacht. She knew nothing of poverty or third world problems. As she grew towards her teen years, she became extremely difficult to handle, always wanting better or more, and the way her parents handled it was just to give her what she wanted and be done with it. She never heard the word 'no' and if she did, there'd be hell to pay. She wasn't partial to tantrums, often storming down the hallways and slamming doors, screaming at the top of her lunges. Nobody was game enough to refuse her. She reached high school and her grades plummeted. She didn't care about education, all she wanted to be was on the arm of some famous hot sports star or actor. You didn't need smarts for that, you just needed to look hot and smile. This brought on her excessive excercising. At just thirteen years old she was on a treadmill for two hours before she even went to school and often got on for another hour when she got home. She looked at overweight people like they were scum and would die before she got like that. That's why when she began going through puberty, she worried about aesthetic things like her breast size. She was adamant that she wanted implants, and after a short conversation with her mother than involved her saying, "If I don't get these done i'll never come out of my bedroom ever again." she was told by her eighteenth birthday she could have them. A moment later and they also threw in botox for her lips. She was a happy girl. Her fifteenth birthday was a huge event, held at the theatre in Barcelona. Everyone who was anyone showed up in masquerade outfits, stopping outside for photographers. Natalia herself arrived 'fashionably' late, causing quite a stir with her plunging neckline and sky high heels. She was determined to be the focus of the show and definitely dazzled the crowd, one man in particular. He was a friend of the family's, a twenty something aristocrat from Madrid. Natalia hadn't met him before though she swept her eyes over him, approving of his expensive get up and tall dark and handsome look. She wasn't out to share the limelight so she kept her distance, making her way around the room and greeting everyone. Until the man found her. She was in the women's bathroom freshening up when he pushed the door open, his teetering steps immediately making it known that he'd had enough to drink for the night. She locked her eyes on him, her expression taking on a look of disgust, "What the hell do you think you're doing in the women's bathroom? Get out right now before I call security." She growled, lifting her chin in defiance. But all he did was smirk, crossing the distance between them and pinning her against the vanity, "I see the way you look at everyone, like you're so much better... Well I'm about to take you down a notch or two, you bitch." This was enough to send a cold dread to the pit of her soul, but she'd never let her true feelings known. She held her chin up, staring him straight in the eye until he had forced himself on her. Once he'd satisfied himself, he'd gone on his way, leaving the party and her behind. After such a traumatic event, all she did was fix her hair and make up, calm her shaking hands and lift her head, determined not to let anyone know that anything had happened. She'd never let anyone get the better of her ever again. After that night, Talia was never the same. Every word that came out of her mouth was somewhat hollow, her passion gone. Her innocence had been taken from her and all she had left was what she owned or what was given to her. A piece of her had been taken that night. She carried on like nothing had happened and no one around her noticed a thing, though they never really tried. If she still looked pretty and smiled for the cameras then everything was okay, which is what she did. As the years went on she became increasingly money hungry, preying on anyone who flashed a credit card her way. That said, she didn't jump in the sack with anyone who had money, they had to appeal to her for that. She couldn't fake that kind of pleasure no matter how hard she tried. No, she wasn't exactly a whore, but a nice body and a face to match didn't go unnoticed by her, aslong as there was money behind it. As for how she got to myrtle beach, her mother was offered a role in an upcoming movie and it was being shot at the popular tourist spot. Taking it as an opportunity to branch out and see what the states had to offer, Natalia tagged along and found herself staying in a gorgeous beach house. |
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