Liesl Draper

What's yer name? *a slight, pale-skinned girl, half-sitting, half-lying on a plush-covered chair, offers a small, slim hand and you help her to her feet* Liesl Draper. *a soft, breakable smile sits lightly on her thin pink lips and she allows her arms to rest at her sides; she is small of stature, barely five feet tall, and has an almost feather-like build* It's a very old-fashioned, funny name, but I can't do anything about it now, can I? *laughs a quiet, silvery laugh*
Dat what people call ya, or d'ya got a nickname? I've been called "Lisa," but that's mostly because Liesl is such an uncommon name that people don't really know what to call me. *that same, tightly stretched and thin-lipped smile appears on her face, seeming too large for her small, oval-shaped face* "Little Girl" tends to be another one they like to use, or "Blondie." *fingers a lock of ultra-soft, gently shining yellow-white hair* If I know you're referring to me, though, I suppose I'll answer to anything.
Whaddaya look like? *the thin-lipped smile grows more forced and turns a little white around the edges* I should think you could see that with your own eyes. I'm not one for talking about my looks like some of the people around here. *her dark hazel-brown eyes glance stealthily left and right to ensure that no one heard that comment* I've got light hair and dark eyes, and I'm quite small, especially for my age. *nods an affirmation after this statement*
How old are ya? *she laughs her chilled, silvery laugh* I should have thought that'd be your first question! I'll give you a hint--I'm not nine. *swings herself back into the chair she was sitting in prior to the start of the interview and rubs her pink-splashed cheek against its soft blue velvety surface* Actually, I'm nineteen. *she smiles at your surprise, and you finally realize that the reason her smile seems so odd is that it's a very stage-esque smile--in fact, despite her miniature size, everything about her actions and appearance is strongly accented and exaggerated* I know, it's difficult to believe. I've always been tiny. *tiny doesn't really begin to describe it; it's not so much that she's short or slight but that she simply looks young; her body is nothing like that of a woman, being simply slim and straight with hardly any definition or feminine lines* My mother says it's a good thing that I'm so little, because it earns me roles. I'm a dancer, mostly, but I do enjoy to do my piece of acting as well. My favorite role so far was that of Harriet in Faeries' Picnic. The play was...it was silly, of course, I mean...even the name... *she blushes a bit, not mentioning that this has been almost her only name role to date* It's been my lifelong dream to play Hermia in William Shakespeare's A Midsummer Night's Dream, but I don't think I'll ever get the role. *she rests her delicately pointed chin on one slim white hand and gazes vacantly into space with her dark, brown-hazel eyes*
What kind of work d'ya do? Actor, stagehand, what? Oh, I'm a dancer, really. I come here for rehearsals and such; there's some fantastic instructors here, and it's simply amazing to be able to learn from them. This is, after all, the finest of New York's theatres. *she smiles that too-wide smile again, her eyes overtly lustrous--her expressions no doubt are fantastically visible from the back row of the house, but up close it's a bit hard to deal with* I do enjoy being on the stage, however. I tend to get roles in the musicals when they come. *she edges the chair back a bit and tips it backward to lean against the wall* If there's anything really noteworthy about me, it's the fact that I'm graceful. *she smiles with her eyes as well as her glossy pink lips* I've been dancing since I could walk, literally. It's my life. *while still seated, she strikes a bit of a pose, with her hands curved into a perfect circle above her blonde, curly-haired head and her feet pointed straight forward; she is obviously excruciatingly limber*
Got any experience at dat? An' how'd ya end up heah, anyway? *both of her pale eyebrows flutter to a point midway up her forehead and stick there for a split second* Experience dancing? *she smiles a bit* I've been dancing since I could walk. And I ended up here because, well, the Rose is, after all, a theatre. And as a dancer, I feel that the theatre is a very proper place for me to reside. *smiles brightly and then quickly changes her expression to one of correction* Oh--I--of course, I don't mean reside, actually. *laughs nervously* No, no. I have a house--an apartment, really. I live...with... *blinks* my brother. Penn. I mean--my brother's name is Penn. *bites her lower lip in a nervous gesture she quickly hides and waves a hand urging you to change the subject*
How 'bout tellin' us a little 'bout yerself? Ya know, what kind of personality ya got? *inhales deeply and then exhales, slowly, taking every second she can on the lungful of oxygen before answering* Personality. Hm. I'm... *shrugs narrow shoulders* I suppose I'm fairly nice. At least I'm friendly. So many people in the theatre business think it's just every girl for herself, or every man for his--but it's not. I suppose in some peoples' cases, it is. That Bianca... *shakes her head almost imperceptibly* But it's not ladylike to talk behind others' backs. Allow me to simply say that I feel kindness and compassion are important traits, and consider it highly rude and unacceptable to lack--or not make use of--those qualities. *although she is in fact both of these things, what Liesl may not realize about herself is that she's also very much a loner and a self-advocate--these things are necessary for existence in the theatre, and as well in her life, which has been a jumble of terribly messy situations*
Any special talents? *a moment's crystalline laugh prefaces her statement* I'm a dancer, and I feel that I have a very special talent in that area indeed. *extends one leg with her foot pointed toward you, and bends forward from her waist ever-so-smoothly, until her nose is pressed against the velveteen of the cushion; she sits back up after a few moments, internally scoffing at the fact that you are impressed by this* I dance.

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