BLAKE, Constance Ruslana

[Constance Ruslana Blake]

CONSTANCE RUSLANA BLAKE

FULL NAME: Constance Ruslana Blake
NICKNAMES: Connie, Blake
AGE: Eighteen
GENDER: female
SEXUALITY: Straight
STATUS: Single.
GROUP: Citizen
GRADE: N/A
MAJOR: N/A
JOB OCCUPATION: Professional Ballerina, Prima Ballerina, Principal, all of the above...

HAIR: Connie has thick, long brown hair she usually keeps loose when she’s not practicing or performing; which is rare so seeing it loose hardly happens.
EYES: Blue.
SCARS/BIRTHMARKS: None.
TATTOOS: “Faith” in Portuguese on the inside of her wrist. She wanted something small that could be easily covered when she’s on stage.
PIERCINGS: Ears twice.
PLAY-BY: Lyndsy Fonseca!

LIKES: Dancing, Chopin, Beethoven, Classical music, rock music, tutus, practice, blue raspberry Gatorade, blueberries, Starbucks coffee, jogging through Central Park, scented candles, bubble baths, new pointe shoes, toffee candies, horse drawn carriage rides, unusual flowers, stuffed animals
DISLIKES: missing out on sleep, bad coffee, cats, running late, being unable to dance, curling, fooling with her hair excessively, sour candies, misplacing her phone, running out of water, roses, people expecting things from her
FEARS: Having a serious injury that ends her career, getting into a car accident, bears.
SECRETS: Constance was looking through her mother’s wardrobe for this shiny red dress she wanted to borrow and the strappy black shoes her mother kept around for girl’s night when she found a shoebox full of baby things that didn’t belong to Connie. Turns out, she has a big sister who was given up for adoption because their mother was seventeen and not ready for a family. The family that took her sister allowed the baby’s mother to keep in touch but not once did her mother speak of this other child. And now Connie isn’t sure what she wants to do with this new information
PERSONALITY: Connie was raised to be the perfect little ballerina in every way. Unfortunately the attitude came, too. Her superiority complex isn’t as bad since she’s been in New York; having been knocked down a few pegs just because she walked into the class with a holier than thou attitude. Connie quickly got over herself but she does have her moments. She still walks with her head held a little higher than it needs to be but she swears it’s just her training to keep a perfect posture. Despite all her drama queen issues, Connie is actually fairly down to earth. She lets her status get to her head sometimes but she’s worked her ass off since she was two years old to be where she is; if that alone isn’t a good enough reason to gloat a little bit, she isn’t sure what it. Of course, after her father has a few select words for her, she usually blushes and apologises; but he’s not always there to knock her down a few pegs. Despite her bitchy air about her, Connie cares quite a bit for her friends and is a loyal one. She often forgets that she’s only eighteen and still in many aspects a child while in too many more she’s been an adult for too long. She gets stressed easily unfortunately, which sets off her wicked temper. But as the same time, she’s got a burning passion for anything at all that can steal her attention and keep a hold of it. Since there isn’t much in the world that does that, it’s a rare sight to see. Dancing has been the only thing she’s ever wanted for as long as she could remember but it’s really the simple things that pull at her heartstrings. Someone actually listening to her when she’s in a foul mood and just yelling at everyone to get all her bottled up emotions out means more to her than all the applause in the world. Someone remembering a story she told from her childhood and bringing it up again just to try and make her smile and shake that bad mood, they’ll have a friend for life with Constance Blake.

MOTHER: Alessandra Blake, 44.
FATHER: James Blake, 48.
SIBLINGS: N/A.
OTHERS: N/A.
PETS: None!
HOMETOWN: Moscow, Russia.
HISTORY: Alessandra Azarov wanted a little girl from the time she was a little girl. That was all she wanted when she was all grown up. But she was a gymnast and children wouldn’t be in her future, near or far. She grew up in the gym, training her body to twist and turn in ways it probably shouldn’t ever. And she was good, probably one of the best but her eyes wandered from the mat to the men taking up half the space in the gym. She fell for a boy who was older than her. Of course age on the mats meant nothing unless you were a girl and she was quickly becoming too old to compete. She only had a few more good years left before she would be forced to retire and turn to coaching or something else. Those few shorts years she had left were taken from her when she found herself pregnant at sixteen. The father cared more about his gymnastics career than he ultimately did her and her parents were devastated. But she wanted to keep the baby. That was her intention up until the day she was born. And then she realised she couldn’t possibly be a suitable mother for a child at sixteen. So she gave the child up for adoption in the hopes that her little girl, the only thing she’d ever wanted, had a better life. And she did. Her adoptive parents sent Aly pictures, copies of school reports and grades and Aly was happy in a bittersweet sort of way that her angel was having the life she wanted to provide but couldn’t.

A few years later and Alessandra was the proud owner of a gym of her own, coaching a team of elite gymnasts when she met the brother of one of her students. He kept bringing his sister to practices to talk with Aly and eventually they started dating. James and his family had moved to Russia when James was seventeen for his father’s job. And the country was always held in high regard for the gymnasts. So it was the perfect place for Carrie to continue training. James was asked, as in forced, that first time to bring his little sister to practice and after he met her coach, he wanted to come back. There was an instant spark between the two that neither could deny. As they grew closer and secrets were spilled, Aly told James about her first child even though there was nothing that could be done. But James said he was sorry she had to give the child up and promised they could have as many children as it took to get her another little girl; it took one try. Their first child was a little girl born with dancer’s toes. Connie was born when Alessandra twenty six and James was thirty, so many years after they met.

It was apparent from a young age that Constance would be a dancer. And though her mother had hoped she would be a gymnast, a dancer was good, too. Immediately, they put her in dance classes, all sorts as soon as she was old enough. The instructors had her do a little test because most cases, dance students weren’t accepted until they were three, more often four and Connie was two. But she was amazing. She took instruction well, even then and followed the teachers almost perfectly, figuring out the steps quickly and eventually adding her own flair. When the student surpassed the teacher, they decided she needed to attend a proper ballet academy. Connie attended a school in Russia before deciding that a change of scenery was what she needed; especially after she found that secret shoebox at sixteen. She got accepted into a competitive ballet school in New York, packed her bags and rushed off with tight hugs and promises to call her parents. They visited often enough but her mother wouldn’t move; even for her little girl. She had a school to run of her own and that prevented her from listening to her heart. James was a writer, he could do his job almost anywhere as long as there was an internet connection so he split his time between New York and Moscow to be with both his child and his wife. It was difficult but they’re all making it work. Now, at eighteen, Connie is a part of one of the most exclusive ballet companies in the world and dancing the lead role in their currently production. Life couldn’t get any better.

YOUR ALIAS: Cali.
RULE WORDS: Kimmie has them.
WHERE YOU FOUND US: On a piece of paper in a puddle
SAMPLE:

După o analiză mai departe, cred că cred va trece! Basically it means, maybe next time! xD

[Cali]