Nadia Waite

Writer: Nici
Email: nicirace@aol.com
Writer Age: Too bloody old to care anymore
Character Name: Nadia Waite
Age: 24
Nature: Human
Appearance: Nadia stands five foot nine inches tall and has smooth copper coloured skin and long black hair that falls to her waist. It's dead straight and has a reddish sheen in certain light. Her eyes are her most stunning feature. They're almond shaped and amber colored with curious green glints in them. Her exotic features are set off by her full red lips. She's very lean, but fit and has a tattoo on each bicep. The one on her left is an intricate tribal band; the one on her right is a snake with the head of a woman on it (the woman is modeled after herself). She loves silver jewelry set with turquoise or onyx and she wears rings on all of her fingers, including her thumbs and her navel is pierced with a silver ring. Oddly enough, she doesn't have pierced ears, although she does wear a small silver stud in her left nostril on occasion. She likes jeans, tank tops and band T-shirts and leather.

Personality: Extremely outgoing most of the time. She'll talk to anyone and loves to engage in conversation with people on the street. Most people think that's dangerous. Nadia just simply has a strange 'lust for life" and loves to hear others stories. Occasionally, she's prone to fits of depression and, at times like that she retreats into periods of silence for days but will, if her band has a gig, fight her way out of it. She lives to perform and to hear music. Athough she plays in a punk band, she'll listen to almost anything.

Abilities/Weaknesses: Normal human abilities. She plays bass guitar and some lead guitar. Nice vocal range.

History: Nadia grew up in foster homes much of her early childhood in Rochester, New York. When she was 14, she lived in her last. The father sexually abused her and Nadia had enough and decided that sleeping on the street was preferable to free room and board. If she had to give her body to anyone, she'd at least make money at it. Luckily, she met her friend Richie instead. He took her in and, despite his "tough kid" attitude, he didn't ask anything from her. He taught her how to play guitar and bass and she took to it instantly. They formed Dante's Hell soon after and Nadia supplemented her income with erotic dancing, finally managing after a few years to get her own place. The band, which consisted of Nadia, Richie and Mike got a small but steady fan base and they became popular in small clubs and colleges in Upstate New York, doing gigs in Rochester, Buffalo, Syracuse and sometimes Albany.

They became even more popular after Nadia met Del, a stranger who popped into her life and changed it forever. He had no clue who he was but Nadia took him in on impulse and they soon became lovers. He played lead guitar with a passion and frenzy that few had seen before. A healthy influence on Nadia, he got her to stop using cocaine and pot. Sadly enough, he was killed in a car accident recently when the band was on their way to yet another gig-they'd just managed to gather enough funds together to make a demo CD. His death left the band an emotional and creative wreck. They've been trying to rebuild themselves and get some inspiration to carry on without him; only friendship and love of music has kept them from breaking up thus far. Recently, Nadia decided they needed a change. They pooled their resources, sold or pawned all of their belongings except for clothing and band equipment and packed them into a van. They started off cross country looking for a city where they could 'start again'. Sanctuary, Maine is their next stop. Who knows what they'll find there?

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