nessa anne urso !

[nessa]

"They weren‘t kidding when they called me, well, a witch." - Ursula

NAME: Vanessa Anne Urso
NICKNAMES: Nessa
AGE: 29
BIRTHDAY: January 11th
ORIENTATION: I have to choose?
NATIONALITY: Italian if you’re curious, Fantasian if you know me.
OCCUPATION: Dancer/singer at Pleasure Island
PLAYED BY: Amanda Palmer
DISNEY: Ursula from The Little Mermaid
USER GROUP: Villain

PERSONALITY !

ANGRY! Always angry, furious, unable to fathom why her life turned out the way it did, Nessa takes out her rage on other people. Be it by yelling or pointedly forcing her belligerently drunk antics at a single person, she takes anger to a whole new level. It isn’t just when someone sets her off, either. There is always a certain tinge of madness (possibly literal madness) to everything Nessa does or says. It’s very rare when she’s truly happy or genuinely stress and anger free. When she is, however, everyone should know that the anger will only come back, sometimes three fold, for whoever it is that knocks her out of her good mood. Possibly not the proudest of her behavior, Nessa finds herself trying to hold back, but more often that not the smooth talking woman is mentally turning screws into your eye sockets.

MANIPULATIVE! A big fan of getting what she wants when she wants it, Nessa is no stranger to manipulation. If she can make you do her bidding, she will. Beware, though, because you are nothing in comparison to her poopsies, possibly her only real “friends.” Or should they be called fiends? Manipulative only grazes the surface as far as Nessa goes. She likes to play games, often pretending she’s the good guy who has been given a bad name by the guy claiming to be the good guy. She knows her games only work once, so she tries to only play them when she knows they’ll work in her favor. But, if you can do anything to benefit Nessa, she’s certain to find a purpose for you. Perhaps a little deal she could make with you.

TREACHEROUS! Quick to go back on her word, an easy way to describe Vanessa Urso is to call her treacherous. It’s a big word, a big scary word. And it’s perfectly fitting for Nessa. She’ll sell you out if it’s in her favor and without thinking twice will leave you behind to rot and die. Really, the woman has very little feelings and the ones that she did have went to waste when her career went down the toilet. While she doesn’t always appear to be this way, often masking herself as a kind and caring person, Nessa is full of hidden danger. Do not trust Nessa Urso. She won’t do anything but stab you in the back.


QUIRKS: Often calls people by pet names. Dear, darling, honey. But most of all “poopsie.” Constantly reapplies makeup, often without noticing. Wags and arches eyebrows (which are really just drawn onto her face) when she talks.

LIKES: Sushi, dark clubs, dirty streets, loud make up, drag queens, drag kings, black knights, mirrors, lipstick, pretty voices.
DISLIKES: Her downfall, those who she blames for her downfall, most upstanding businesses in Fantasia City, most upstanding people, bright lights, red heads, crabs, alfredo, tomato, losing.

HISTORY !

First you’re born and then you die. Sometimes, between those two points, you do something incredible or something horrible. You make up for it or you don’t. You’re rewarded or you’re disappointed. Really, aside from never doing anything, there are only two ways life can go, good or bad. For Vanessa Urso, life has always been on the downer side of the scale. She had a bitch for a mother and an ass for a father. Typical, really, of high society snobs who lost all their funds in one swift motion due to pushing their money through dirty business, but Nessa only knew that life for a short while.

She was raised, until the age of ten, to be an absolute princess. The world was supposed to care about her upbringing, to care about who she was, about who her family was. She was supposed to be prim and proper at all times. But then her parents downfall rendered all of that elite training pointless. Their actions pinned them to the bottom rung of the social ladder and there would be no coming back from it. It was time for Nessa to rebel. By the time she was fifteen she was sneaking out and spending her nights in the Marcdavis District, sitting in a dark corner of the Jolly Roger watching the rough and tough men and women of Fantasia City converse, trying to pretend she was older than she actually was.

A few years later, by the age of eighteen, Nessa had graduated to crooning outside of Pleasure Island, never going further than the door. The owners liked her because she brought attention to their door and as soon as people got bored of her they would make their way inside. By twenty one she was front stage at O’Malley’s and even took a few roles at Stromboli Theatre. Unfortunately, Nessa’s longevity wasn’t as lasting as she wished. People were bored of the anger she wailed into the microphone. She switched things up, adding her small experience with acting into her music and became a full fledged cabaret singer. Her popularity soared for another year before, eventually, every single one of her “comebacks” was ignored.

This enraged Nessa, who swore she would get back at every stage manager that denied her a performance on their stage. The only people who would accept her passed their doors anymore was Pleasure Island, where the men only wanted to see the women take off their clothes and possibly sing a song or two. She was better than this, she knew that much, and would forever hold a grudge against those who turned her away and didn’t give her a chance.

SAMPLE !

“Oh, you are my savior. I really need to study tonight and the guys on my floor are noisy.” He frowned and took the card from her, slipping it into his back pocket for safe keeping this time. “The library seems like the only retreat anymore.” As he listened to her attempt to tell him that she had no time for coffee, Corbin found himself shaking his head and waving a hand to get her to stop. There was no way in the world she didn’t have time for coffee. She had put too much effort into getting him to agree to go to suddenly have zero time. It wasn’t as though Corbin was trying to get out of it, he just needed his card, and he was about to make that known. “I still want to go for coffee, or hot chocolate, or whatever. Cobbler too.”

Wow, really? An entire personality change in less than twenty four hours? Ruby had caught Corbin quite off guard when she instant messaged him with the news that she had picked up his student identification and otherwise main means of getting from building to building. He was tired and grumpy and reacted badly. There wasn’t a honest to god mean bone in Corbin’s body, nor an impolite one. Okay, maybe one, but he saved that one for special occasions and was always very gentlemanly about it. But that was beside the point. “Whenever you have the time. You have my email, right? Send me one when you get home and I’ll send you my phone number. I’d do it now but I’m lazy and I like to do things ass backward.”

Still seated on the chair he’d pulled over to the pinball machine, Corbin leaned back to further examine the giant toy. He gestured to it and then looked back up at the pretty blonde girl who looked like she was going to bolt if Corbin was the tiniest bit rude to her and spoke, just like they were old friends or something. “What’s your high score? Money says I could beat it in one try.” Oh god he hoped it was low. While he could show off about knowing how to unstuck the flipper and pulling a quarter out of nowhere, he couldn’t exactly beat intense pinball scores. Especially with only one try allotted. Maybe he should learn to keep his mouth shut or actually suggest putting money on things he knew he could win, regardless of who he was playing against. Maybe Ruby would cut him some slack and pretend she didn’t even know how to play. He could use coy and flirty right now, versus cruel and more impressive.

“Like a dollar, ‘cause I think that’s all I have in my pocket.” Lie. He had twenty. Of course, he wasn’t about to give her that information. Not that she would take it from him, but if he lost it fair and square on a bet he would feel obligated. He just didn’t want her to suggest more. What was a little white lie if it saved him some money?

ABOUT YOU!

OHHAITHUR, I'M JESSE AND I'M A PRETTY FLY PERSON. I'M TWENTY, BUT DON'T FRET YO, I THINK THIS PLACE IS AMAZING. I'M SO GLAD I FOUND IT THROUGH COITUS. OH, AND JUST SO YOU KNOW, MY FAVORITE DISNEY MOVIE IS ALICE IN WONDERLAND

[november]