Post by gavriela da costa on Jun 19, 2009 12:31:55 GMT -5
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gavriela mira da costa
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name , gavriela mira da costa
nicknames , gav, gavvie, riela, ella, mira
age & date of birth , 21 and 5/29/1988
gender , female
sexual orientation , heterosexual
band/position , Revolution; personal secretary
played by , mila kunis
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height , 5 ft 8 in
weight , 125
tattoos and piercings , one hole in each earlobe, no tats
distinguishing features , her beauty, self-reservation, her independence and not wanting to rely on anyone.
physical flaws , her scars on her stomach from the surgery, as well as lacking the ability to trust and love again
personal style , Having been a former model, she is still extremely stylish, and keeps up on the latest fashions, all the while throwing in her own sexy twist. For her job, she'll were sexy dresses, blouses, skirts, and high heels, always unintentionally catching every man's eye in the building. She doesn't dress for attention, its just her style. However, she also loves to be casual, throwing her hair up in a messing bun, ripped jeans, old Converse, and hoodies. So her style certainly ranges.
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likes , clubbing, shoes, clothes, travelling, kids, flirting, men, one night stands, berries, chocolate, cats, dogs, squirrels, whip cream, italian food, her family, sports cars, adventures, spontaneity, rootbeer floats, cheesecake, bagels, healthy food for the most part, long walks, beaches, lakes, hikes, amusement parks, quads, mudding, etc
dislikes , clowns, her ex-fiance, abusers, having to rely on someone, spiders, snakes, mice, bugs in general, boxing, the US (too many bad memories), greasy food, fast food, doughnuts, major dog slobber, clingy men, love, trust, hippos, pigs, bad hygiene, people who let their weight go, etc.
strengths , responsible, organized, a go-getter, gets her job done, and done well, flirting, wrapping guys around her finger, mature, fiercely independent.
weaknesses , loving someone, caring for someone, trusting someone, asking for help, depending or relying on anyone, opening herself up to anyone
fears , being hurt again, falling in love, repeating her past, her ex-fiance
overall personality ,
Gavriela is a very, VERY independent person. She hates relying on people, or depending on people. She'd much rather do everything herself. That way there's no attachment, no way for her to get hurt. Because of her past, she has troubling trusting anyone, ESPECIALLY with her heart. She refuses to fall in love again, for fear of repeating her past. She's all for one night stands, but that will be the last night that guy ever sees her again. She's quite the heartbreaker because of it. Because she has no interest in them, men, especially players seem to fall for her right and left.
Gavriela has become a very mature, reserved type of person. She's oranized, intelligent, hard-working, and very reliable. However, under the mask, and glamour, she is a very laid-back, outgoing person. She loves to be spontaneous and go on random 'adventures'. She loves to travel and see new places. She's also a bit of a tomboy. She loves to go out and DO stuff. And she's nto afraid to gt down and dirty. Walks, hiking, quadding, mudding, etc. She'll do all kinds of crazy stuff.
She's also a total flirt if you're lucky enough to break past that barrier. She's the girl of almost any guys dreams, however its almost impossible to break down the wall she's built. She'd been hurt so much by Derek, she just can't seem to trust men anymore. She wishes things were different, but her past has made her heart cold, and bitter. Any man who can get past that is a miracle worker.
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hometown , Tel Aviv, Israel
father , Ari'el, 39, ex-pro boxer, now boxing coach
mother , Danita Da Costa, 38, stay at home mother.
siblings , Vashtiy, 9, little sister.
pets , none
history , Gavriela was born and raised in Israel to her young parents. Her mother was only 17, her father 18. However, she hadn’t been a mistake. Her parents had been married. At 12, her family had taken a trip to Italy, and it was here that she was discovered. An agent had saw her, and right away knew she would make an amazing model. She gave it a try, and ended up loving it, and took to it amazingly. Come 14, her family moved to Italy, allowing her to pursue her career as a model. All the while, her father had continuously made trips back and forth to the United States. She could never understand why he would come home with such bruises and injuries until she turned 16, and travelled to the United States with him. It was here that she learned about boxing.
Her father was a boxer, a professional at that, and he was good. She wasn’t exactly for violence, and definitely didn’t like her dad fighting, in a ring no less, for people’s entertainment. But for some reason he loved to do it, so she supported him. It was also here that she had met the love of her life, or so she thought. Derek Thompson, age 18. The young boxer had taken her by storm and swept her high of her feet. They had hit it off from the start. She made trips back and forth with her father, so that she could see Derek, until finally, she graduated high school. Her father made the decision to move to the United States, for he had also learned that Derek wished to take Gav’s hand in marriage. Transferring modeling agencies to the United States, Gavriela moved happily, excited to be able to see Derek almost any time she wanted. As soon as they arrived, Derek wasted no time in proposing to her. And of course, she said yes.
However, things began to change. Derek’s skill in the ring continued to improve drastically and he was soon looking at going to nationals, if he could win the state final match. One night, however, Derek had come home pissed. She had learned that his opponent would be his best friend (or at least was), Trevin, and the two had just had a major fight. Gav had tried to comfort him, wondering if they had been such goods friends, why had she not met him? However her fiance just pushed her away and stormed off to their room. Maybe that should’ve been her first sign.
The match finally came, and the hatred between the two opponents filled the atmosphere. Gavriela was actually scared to watch this fight, for had no idea what the outcome would be. And it terrified her once she saw the blood bath start. Trevin had been dominating the match, and Derek was quit literally getting killed. If Trevin had dealt that last punch....... However he hadn’t. For some reason, he had hesitated, and stopped himself, backing away from the man he used to call his best friend. When Gavriela had looked at him, there seemed to be a sudden look of terror in his eyes, like that of realization of just what he was doing. And Derek had taken advantage of it. Lunging forward, Derek broke the rules, ramming his shoulder deep in Trevin’s stomach, taking Trevin down. It only went downhill from there.
After that match, something about Derek changed. He began to take a bit too well to alcohol, and he began treating Gav differently, as well as just being a dick to everyone around him. And then one night, Gav knew he had changed. One night, he had come home extremely drunk. She’d become sick of him being drunk all the time, and could stand it no longer. She finally blew up on him. Big mistake. She’d hardly seen it coming until the moment his fist made contact with her face. He realized quickly what he’d done, and apologized, feeling horrible. She shouldn’t have stayed. But she kept wanting to believe he wouldn’t do it again. But he did.
He continued to drink more and more, and soon the beating became much more frequent, and much more extreme. It was hard to keep the bruises hidden, but make-up artists did wonders. They tried to talk her into leaving him, it wasn’t good for her OR her modeling career. But she wouldn’t leave. She kept believing that it was just a phase, that it would pass. He would change. He loved her. Or so she thought. And soon, he did change. For the worse.
One night he’d come home completely smashed. He tried to coax her into bed, but she refused. Big mistake. He flipped, grabbing her by the hair and throwing her into the bed. The beating continued, far worse than any other before. She tried to fight him off but she couldn’t as he continued to tear at her close. She began kicking and screaming, fighting as hard as she could to get him off of her. She began searching frantically for something she cld hit him with. The nearest object was a lamp. She reached for it, her finger tips just barely grasping it. After fighting for it a bit more, it finally fell into her grasp. Lifting her arm, she mashed it as hard as she could behind his head. While it didn’t knock him out, it did reward her freedom from his grasp as he clutched his head and rolled off of her, screaming obscenities. She bolted off the bed, running for the phone. Dialing 911, her body shook in fear. Just as the operator answered, the phone was knocked of her hand and soon felt the impact of a wall, and a horrible tearing feeling in her shoulder, with a scream of pain following after. Next she was being thrown to the ground. “You think you can fight me? Huh?! Is that it?!” He had raged, before kicking her, again and again. Soon enough she began to cough up blood as she tried to scramble away. But he dragged her back, and soon was back on top of her. However this time, his hands wrapped around her neck. She tried to fight him off, but her willpower began to dwindle along with her air supply. She no longer wanted to live as she stared into his horrid, hazy eyes. Was this really the man she had thought she loved? She stopped fighting, welcoming the numb feeling that had began to come over her as the life continued to slip from her. And finally, everything went black.
Due to her calling 911, the phone had never been hung up, so the operator had been able to get the police and an ambulance there. Derek was thrown in jail, and Gavriela was rushed to the hospital, suffering majorly from internal bleeding, strangulation, and multiple other injuries. She was rushed into surgery, however they had lost her on the table. She had flat lined, but by some miracle, the doctor was able to bring her back, restoring her heart rate once more. Unfortunately, not only would she be scarred by the memories and nightmares of that night, she would also be left with a permanent scar across her stomach, due to that fateful surgery. This would be something she would never forget, for she would always have that constant reminder.
Once she made a full recovery, she knew she had to get the fuck out of the states. She looked for jobs, but no one wanted a battered up model. She finally found a small modeling job, at a music company called Revolution Records. However, by the time she made it into that studio in London, she realized that model was a part of her past. That scar would never make due in a photoshoot. And she was to ashamed to show it in the first place. She couldn’t tell the studio about it, so she turned the job down. They were very confused and she refused to give a reason. She looked for another job, wanting to start her life over, and soon ran into Darrell, who offered her her job as a personal secretary.
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mmkay. so this application hurr was made by AMANDA IN WONDERLAND !? of caution. steal it or take off this credit, and i shall hunt you down and eat your insides! lyrics credit to lily allen.
