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Your character's name: Norman “Belize” Arriaga.
Your character's canon: Angels in America
What type of canon is it (Book series, film, etc.): Play. The movie, however, is 90% word for word the play
Your character's LJ: traveltobelize
Is your character living or dead at their time of entry?: Living
Does your character have any pre-existing disabilities of a medical, physical, or psychiatric nature?: (paralyzed or missing limbs, AIDS, barren, schizophrenia, etc.) No.
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Your character's personality: (This should be between 150 and 400 words detailing the major aspects of your pup's personality. This is NOT the same as background information.)
First and foremost Belize is Fabulous, and were he here he’d make sure that the word was capitalized. From his soft, moisturized skin to his shiny, outlandish outfits, Belize is a Queen and demands the dignity and respect that goes along with being royalty. Aside from this, Belize is very, very intelligent and self-confident.
Many people dismiss his flamboyancy as a defense mechanism or label him unintelligent, however, it is the exact opposite. Belize allows his flamboyancy out as a display of his pride. His pride of himself and who he was, is, and will become.
Deeply involved with all sorts of civil justice, Belize feels and openly admits that America is a problematic place to live. Being gay, black, and friends with many HIV+ friends only exacerbates the problem. Ask Belize, and he’ll tell you very honestly and clearly how he feels about anything. Don’t mistake his honesty and conviction for selfishness though; Belize is a registered nurse and a skilled one too. Belize sees the value of helping people; he just feels the profession is underappreciated and underpaid.
There is a natural sort of rhythm to Belize that can be felt if talking to him or listening to his words. He enjoys the imagery of words and has very specific views on how things are or should be like. Belize however, is a walking contradiction; He is subdued and quiet yet flashy and eccentric. Poised and proper but sassy and fun loving. Optimistic about himself while being a deep, profound Realist. Intuitive and loving, yet bitchy and cross.
Why do you want to play this character?: (This should be between 150 and 400 words detailing your character's general ability to contribute to the fictional community of Tabula Rasa.)
The last paragraph above wraps up exactly why I want to play Belize. If you’ve ever seen Angels in America or read the play, you know just how charismatic and unique Belize is. His words are always beautiful, always hysterical and always true. The characterization of his contradictions will be very fun and challenging to explore; he’ll keep me on my feet!
Belize is someone who I seriously believe everyone should meet at some point in there life; whether than be on the movie or reading the play. He is beautiful and I want to bring that to the island. I think he’d be great fun. Exploring a person’s contradictions, words, thoughts, and personality is what makes RPing so much fun, and Belize is the epitome of a confusing mess of a character.
His oddities, beauty, poetry, and confusions will be a chore and a pleasure to explore and bring to life.
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Tell us about your character's background: (This should be between 150 and 400 words detailing your character's past and present. The future may be included, if relevant. Also be sure to include the point at which s/he is leaving canon)
Belize is the architect of his own existence. Unlike the stereotype many people would be quick to apply to him, Norman (still Norman, Belize isn’t born until later) had a father who was involved in his life. His mother loved him very much and treated her only child as though he was a prince and maintained a healthy marriage with her husband. They were not wealthy, but earned a comfortable living and, aside from small obligatory obstacles, lived a happy and decent life. Growing up, Norman felt different and constantly searched for creative outlets. He tried theatre but wasn’t a talented actor, although he could sing quite decently. He painted but never was satisfied with his work. Photography was ok, but he still needed more. The “more” came to him in the form of wearing his mother’s clothes.
When Norman turned 16, the year was 1970 and his creativity needed a move. The city was appealing to him more so than anything he had ever experienced. With his boyfriend of the time Anthony, Belize move to New York City and became active in the gay scene; dropping the name Norman Arriaga to his friends and took up Belize. Just one name, like Madonna and Cher. It spoke royalty. Queenhood. It was divine and Belize was known.
He lived his life in the East Village, moving from place to place, staying with friends and lovers, all out of choice. Unlike so many of his friends, he wasn’t there because his peers resorted to baptizing him with the word “faggot” and leaving bruises. He wasn’t there because his parents were divorced or angry. He was there for the glitter. The love. The city. Belize found a very strong group of friends he readily assumed as his self-made family.
Prior Walter, a friend Belize had met while doing drag became his best girlfriend; and his boyfriend. Belize and Prior dated for a length of time until they agreed that they were better suited for girlfriends. Prior moved on and met a man named Louis and Belize moved on and met a man. Uptown. Belize lived with his friends, doing drag and making a lot of money too and then AIDS hit. 1985 came like a tornado and caused paranoia, sadness and the painful realization that immortality doesn’t exist. Belize saw homosexuality as a path for the virus to spread; that was what everyone at the time thought. He stopped doing drag, put down the glitter, subdued the flamboyancy and took to being closed in and more aware of himself and those around him. The plague of AIDS was thrown at Belize when soon; his patients were no longer just sick children, or pregnant women, but now, his friends, his lovers and self-made family.
Belize arrives on Tabula Rasa after walking from the custodial closet in the hospital where he works, third floor, where they keep the AIDS patients. Roy Cohn, New York lawyer and bigot just ripped the IV from his arms and sprayed his infected blood everywhere. Belize cleaned it up and found himself somewhere VERY VERY far from NYC.
Your character's initial personal inventory: (This is a detailed list of everything on a person when they first arrive on the Island. It should include clothes, accessories, carried items, etc. Should your pup be in possession of a device that requires a battery, please include the power level of the battery/ies. This list cannot be too detailed!)
Clothes
• A multi-colored undershirt with an abstract print of New York City. Gold, pink, and blue and black. Large spots of blood cover the front.
• A button-up blue and white shirt with a speckled design pattern. Half-way buttoned.
• White RN pants with pockets.
• Brown clog shoes. No ties, backless.
Jewelry
• A shiny silver bracelet worn on his right wrist
• An ID badge worn around his neck. Laminated ID with photo, name, and registered nurse ID.
• A jade ring worn on his thumb
MISC
• Two, white rubber gloves. Patched with Roy Cohn’s blood.
• A mop and bucket; the bucket filled half way with heavy duty sanitizer.
Your character's entrance post: (This may be altered once you actually post your pup in, but our primary goal here is to ensure you have put a modicum of thought into how you will go about portraying your pup.)
Running towards Roy Cohn with serious urgency, Belize focused on the small cart that was placed in the hallway of the ward. Rubber gloves, antiseptic, alcohol pads, gauze, and IV needles were in high demand for the patients here in the AIDS Hallway. The Death Tunnel, so properly named by the staff.
Belize had been dealing with a woman who had tripped down the stairs. The sad part was he was thankful that is wasn’t another AIDS patient. Working with gay men and drug addicts was getting habitual. To Belize, habitual meant tedious. Wheeling the poor woman was interrupted by screams for help from Roy Cohn’s room.
“Get back!” Belize shouted to the man holding Roy. Blood was falling to the floor in rivers and had splattered the walls, the floor, the bed and the shirts of the man, Belize, and Roy.
“Get the hell back in your room!” Belize shouted to Roy as he pulled the man off of Roy.
“Get back and find somewhere you can get rid of that shirt and don’t touch the blood!” Belize grabbed Roy’s wrist and applied pressure. Holding it up, he kept the blood at bay. The man looked terribly confused and began to panic, grabbing his jacket from behind the door and running off.
Belize walked Roy back to his bed and forced him to lay down.
“You crazy mother fucker…” Belize spat to the bloodied man, now delusion from blood loss. He called for additional help to the room. Cleaning infected blood was a long process. To his dismay, Belize was told all custodians were occupied.
“You, Roy Cohn, are a crazy faggot fucker” He was angry and worried about the mess and about the man who had the infected blood all over his shirt. Belize made sure Roy was subdued and walked down the hall to the custodial closet to get the mop himself. The thick, heavy wood door closed behind him. Belize rolled his eyes and exhaled loudly.
He took a moment to breath in and regain composure, whatever that was after a long, hard day. Belize turned the knob and dragged the mop behind him.
As Belize stepped backwards, pulling the mop and bucket, he felt an odd texture brush his feet. Sand. He dropped the mop and looked around. Without saying anything he looked around. There he stood, on a beach. T
he sun was shinning, the sand was covering his shoes and there Belize, the fabulous queen stood, with a blood stained shirt, rubber gloves, and a mop.
“Great….”
Your character's canon: Angels in America
What type of canon is it (Book series, film, etc.): Play. The movie, however, is 90% word for word the play
Your character's LJ: traveltobelize
Is your character living or dead at their time of entry?: Living
Does your character have any pre-existing disabilities of a medical, physical, or psychiatric nature?: (paralyzed or missing limbs, AIDS, barren, schizophrenia, etc.) No.
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Your character's personality: (This should be between 150 and 400 words detailing the major aspects of your pup's personality. This is NOT the same as background information.)
First and foremost Belize is Fabulous, and were he here he’d make sure that the word was capitalized. From his soft, moisturized skin to his shiny, outlandish outfits, Belize is a Queen and demands the dignity and respect that goes along with being royalty. Aside from this, Belize is very, very intelligent and self-confident.
Many people dismiss his flamboyancy as a defense mechanism or label him unintelligent, however, it is the exact opposite. Belize allows his flamboyancy out as a display of his pride. His pride of himself and who he was, is, and will become.
Deeply involved with all sorts of civil justice, Belize feels and openly admits that America is a problematic place to live. Being gay, black, and friends with many HIV+ friends only exacerbates the problem. Ask Belize, and he’ll tell you very honestly and clearly how he feels about anything. Don’t mistake his honesty and conviction for selfishness though; Belize is a registered nurse and a skilled one too. Belize sees the value of helping people; he just feels the profession is underappreciated and underpaid.
There is a natural sort of rhythm to Belize that can be felt if talking to him or listening to his words. He enjoys the imagery of words and has very specific views on how things are or should be like. Belize however, is a walking contradiction; He is subdued and quiet yet flashy and eccentric. Poised and proper but sassy and fun loving. Optimistic about himself while being a deep, profound Realist. Intuitive and loving, yet bitchy and cross.
Why do you want to play this character?: (This should be between 150 and 400 words detailing your character's general ability to contribute to the fictional community of Tabula Rasa.)
The last paragraph above wraps up exactly why I want to play Belize. If you’ve ever seen Angels in America or read the play, you know just how charismatic and unique Belize is. His words are always beautiful, always hysterical and always true. The characterization of his contradictions will be very fun and challenging to explore; he’ll keep me on my feet!
Belize is someone who I seriously believe everyone should meet at some point in there life; whether than be on the movie or reading the play. He is beautiful and I want to bring that to the island. I think he’d be great fun. Exploring a person’s contradictions, words, thoughts, and personality is what makes RPing so much fun, and Belize is the epitome of a confusing mess of a character.
His oddities, beauty, poetry, and confusions will be a chore and a pleasure to explore and bring to life.
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Tell us about your character's background: (This should be between 150 and 400 words detailing your character's past and present. The future may be included, if relevant. Also be sure to include the point at which s/he is leaving canon)
Belize is the architect of his own existence. Unlike the stereotype many people would be quick to apply to him, Norman (still Norman, Belize isn’t born until later) had a father who was involved in his life. His mother loved him very much and treated her only child as though he was a prince and maintained a healthy marriage with her husband. They were not wealthy, but earned a comfortable living and, aside from small obligatory obstacles, lived a happy and decent life. Growing up, Norman felt different and constantly searched for creative outlets. He tried theatre but wasn’t a talented actor, although he could sing quite decently. He painted but never was satisfied with his work. Photography was ok, but he still needed more. The “more” came to him in the form of wearing his mother’s clothes.
When Norman turned 16, the year was 1970 and his creativity needed a move. The city was appealing to him more so than anything he had ever experienced. With his boyfriend of the time Anthony, Belize move to New York City and became active in the gay scene; dropping the name Norman Arriaga to his friends and took up Belize. Just one name, like Madonna and Cher. It spoke royalty. Queenhood. It was divine and Belize was known.
He lived his life in the East Village, moving from place to place, staying with friends and lovers, all out of choice. Unlike so many of his friends, he wasn’t there because his peers resorted to baptizing him with the word “faggot” and leaving bruises. He wasn’t there because his parents were divorced or angry. He was there for the glitter. The love. The city. Belize found a very strong group of friends he readily assumed as his self-made family.
Prior Walter, a friend Belize had met while doing drag became his best girlfriend; and his boyfriend. Belize and Prior dated for a length of time until they agreed that they were better suited for girlfriends. Prior moved on and met a man named Louis and Belize moved on and met a man. Uptown. Belize lived with his friends, doing drag and making a lot of money too and then AIDS hit. 1985 came like a tornado and caused paranoia, sadness and the painful realization that immortality doesn’t exist. Belize saw homosexuality as a path for the virus to spread; that was what everyone at the time thought. He stopped doing drag, put down the glitter, subdued the flamboyancy and took to being closed in and more aware of himself and those around him. The plague of AIDS was thrown at Belize when soon; his patients were no longer just sick children, or pregnant women, but now, his friends, his lovers and self-made family.
Belize arrives on Tabula Rasa after walking from the custodial closet in the hospital where he works, third floor, where they keep the AIDS patients. Roy Cohn, New York lawyer and bigot just ripped the IV from his arms and sprayed his infected blood everywhere. Belize cleaned it up and found himself somewhere VERY VERY far from NYC.
Your character's initial personal inventory: (This is a detailed list of everything on a person when they first arrive on the Island. It should include clothes, accessories, carried items, etc. Should your pup be in possession of a device that requires a battery, please include the power level of the battery/ies. This list cannot be too detailed!)
Clothes
• A multi-colored undershirt with an abstract print of New York City. Gold, pink, and blue and black. Large spots of blood cover the front.
• A button-up blue and white shirt with a speckled design pattern. Half-way buttoned.
• White RN pants with pockets.
• Brown clog shoes. No ties, backless.
Jewelry
• A shiny silver bracelet worn on his right wrist
• An ID badge worn around his neck. Laminated ID with photo, name, and registered nurse ID.
• A jade ring worn on his thumb
MISC
• Two, white rubber gloves. Patched with Roy Cohn’s blood.
• A mop and bucket; the bucket filled half way with heavy duty sanitizer.
Your character's entrance post: (This may be altered once you actually post your pup in, but our primary goal here is to ensure you have put a modicum of thought into how you will go about portraying your pup.)
Running towards Roy Cohn with serious urgency, Belize focused on the small cart that was placed in the hallway of the ward. Rubber gloves, antiseptic, alcohol pads, gauze, and IV needles were in high demand for the patients here in the AIDS Hallway. The Death Tunnel, so properly named by the staff.
Belize had been dealing with a woman who had tripped down the stairs. The sad part was he was thankful that is wasn’t another AIDS patient. Working with gay men and drug addicts was getting habitual. To Belize, habitual meant tedious. Wheeling the poor woman was interrupted by screams for help from Roy Cohn’s room.
“Get back!” Belize shouted to the man holding Roy. Blood was falling to the floor in rivers and had splattered the walls, the floor, the bed and the shirts of the man, Belize, and Roy.
“Get the hell back in your room!” Belize shouted to Roy as he pulled the man off of Roy.
“Get back and find somewhere you can get rid of that shirt and don’t touch the blood!” Belize grabbed Roy’s wrist and applied pressure. Holding it up, he kept the blood at bay. The man looked terribly confused and began to panic, grabbing his jacket from behind the door and running off.
Belize walked Roy back to his bed and forced him to lay down.
“You crazy mother fucker…” Belize spat to the bloodied man, now delusion from blood loss. He called for additional help to the room. Cleaning infected blood was a long process. To his dismay, Belize was told all custodians were occupied.
“You, Roy Cohn, are a crazy faggot fucker” He was angry and worried about the mess and about the man who had the infected blood all over his shirt. Belize made sure Roy was subdued and walked down the hall to the custodial closet to get the mop himself. The thick, heavy wood door closed behind him. Belize rolled his eyes and exhaled loudly.
He took a moment to breath in and regain composure, whatever that was after a long, hard day. Belize turned the knob and dragged the mop behind him.
As Belize stepped backwards, pulling the mop and bucket, he felt an odd texture brush his feet. Sand. He dropped the mop and looked around. Without saying anything he looked around. There he stood, on a beach. T
he sun was shinning, the sand was covering his shoes and there Belize, the fabulous queen stood, with a blood stained shirt, rubber gloves, and a mop.
“Great….”