Caryington Posted April 7, 2018 Share Posted April 7, 2018 (edited) First name: Niazmina Last name: Stanikzai Date of birth: June 15th, 1986 Place of birth: Sibley Memorial Hospital, Washington DC Age: 31 years old Parents: Ghareeb Stanikzai (Father, 53 years old, second generation Afghani immigrant, electro-technician), Anahita Esfahani (Mother, 52 years old, third generation Iranian immigrant, house-wife) Siblings: Banu (sister, 29 years old, secretary), Salazar and Jabari (twin brothers, 27 years old, owners of a mobile phone repair shop in DC), Hadassah (sister, 24 years old, emergency nurse), Palmira (sister, 22 years old, marketing student) Faddey (brother, 20 years old, USMC Lance-Corporal) Other family: Bodean Sandersson (soulmate, unofficially oficial husband, 28 years old, photographer and owner of Sandersson Agency) Job: Full-time employee at Sandersson Agency, (Mina does silver-halide and Polaroid photos, accounting, invoicing and more...) Part-time house-wife, (Mina and Bodean live together and since she's a pretty conservative woman, Mina takes care of most home-related duties) Formerly: Mina has been an unsuccessful Uber-driver, a barely succesful taxi-driver and had spend the best part of a decade as a volunteer for various humanitarian programs across the globe Early years: From her earliest age, Mina’s always been that nice and lovely girl everyone seemed to like. Polite, well-educated and ever caring of others, no one ever had to complain about her. Sometimes bullied, often praised, Mina’s only dream had been of a peaceful world. Most people would have left that dream behind when growing up but Mina ain't most people! She remained convinced there was good in each and every man and it was her God-given duty to look for it. It took more that a big heart to be a good student and in that matter, Mina was below the average with especially catastrophic grades in all things science-related. Her teenager age was troubled by her inability to look to the future and find a job she'd like to do. She anyway dropped school by the age of seventeen and did odd jobs, mostly to help her so very large family gain a litle extra-money. ((WIP)) Edited April 18, 2018 by Caryington Formatting update 1 Link to comment
Caryington Posted April 7, 2018 Author Share Posted April 7, 2018 (edited) April 2nd, 2018: Laying low in altitude after "Kentucky" threatened me. I was sure he wouldn't come after me up Mount Chiliad and he certainly didn't. Took about forty minutes climbing up there. The view was certainly nice and relaxing... Spoiler April 3rd, 2018: Finally managed to talk Fleeca into loaning the money to buy a flat. Got robbed when I returned to the motel to hand over the keys. Spoiler April 7th, 2018: Got my cab hijacked wednesday, spent thursday thinking about what I would be doing next. Taxi really isn't safe but my new plan is taking shape. This saturday I took an afternoon off by the beach. My honey boyfriend stopped by. A good afternoon! Evening went nice... Nice Mina's Nice Transportation's gone live! Let's get to work and see what we can make of this! Spoiler April 8th, 2018: Wow! So much happened today... Bo's moved in. Beach party ruined by rain. Shot more pictures for Nice Mina's Nice Transportation (Changed my mind on the work suit since though). First subscribed customer. First fare. Bo bought a bike and took me for a ride. Spoiler April 9th, 2018: Another long and complicated day in Los Santos. Bo and I talked about last night and how I betrayed my faith and God... We managed to get a short moment of respite and then he had to live. Next I saw him, he'd been injured when some idiot in fancy big car hit my Bo's bike. Drove him home, left him in our bed... Look at me! Our bed! Using sinner's words like it didn't matter... Then I tried to find Jasmine that I'd saw on the car accident spot. We got robbed her buddy tried to play smart and almost got us killed and, as always, cops failed to show up or give a damn about it. "We're no superheroes!" they say! I tell you people, I've been in Mogadiscio and saw people fight over food with their bare hands... I fail to see the difference with what I see in Santos on a daily basis. What's next for me to do, hmm? Get armed? Start playing vigilente and get killed in the process? Kill people myself? Also I may have kicked in my car's door a couple times. Rear car door is dented. Like I can afford to pay for this. And my Uber business is costing me more than it gets me. Maybe I'm just going crazy! I should be leaving, returning to DC and pretend none of this ever happened. Maybe Bo would come with me... Spoiler April 10th, 2018: Amazingly enough I'm still in Los Santos. I blame Bo for that. Can't leave him alone in here. He comforted me. I made ourselves a nice dinner of Beef Kofte and Shirazi Salad. Bo's planning on a business of his own and wants me in. Simple evening at home. What else could I have asked for? Spoiler April 11th, 2018: Called my sister Banu earlier, told her about Bo, about my stillborn Uber. Looking over at these previous days... It was all meant to happen and to happen this way. Allah's guided me here and now with Bo. He's the man of my life no matter if he's an infidel and doesn't share my faith. He shares my life and I like that... I sold the Kirin and with it the Uber business. Bought a cheap Rat Bike instead. It's funny and it will free up some cash if I join Bo's Photo Agency. Dunno know what I'll be doing there though. Coffee and sandwiches? Last but not least, I refurbished my wardrobe. I'm quite sure Bo'll like the result. Spoiler April 12th, 2018: Might sound old-school or sexist but I like that life, taking care of my man, keeping the house in order, hanging around with him. Tonight we went to a carshow, shot some pictures, rode our bikes, shot more pictures and came home. Bo's been editing his and I sorted out the many I made through the evening. Simply nice and nicely simple day. Spoiler April 13th, 2018: Got my old bike a new paintjob. She looks quite better now. Rest of the day is not suitable to be told or written anywhere... Spoiler April 14th, 2018: Quite an odd day after what happened last night. Tried to pretend nothing was wrong. Took a shitload of sunset and city pictures. I'm more and more thinking I'll get seriously involved in Bo's photo agency. Spoiler Edited April 18, 2018 by Caryington Update 14/04/18 2 Link to comment
Caryington Posted April 7, 2018 Author Share Posted April 7, 2018 (edited) April 15th, 2018: Lots more of photos shot today. Did a series in the countryside and another one at the beach. Talked to some Weazel Official. Hopefully she likes what I do and that's good advertizing for Bo's studio. Spoiler April 16th, 2018: Did lots of work for the photo agency. Bo came up with the logo, I did an Excel sheet to track our expenses and incomes, basic invoices, ads presentation, business cards... Also received my new camera, an old-fashion silver-halide roll Canon EOS 1V with decent lenses and flash. Spent the whole night out at Catfish shooting pictures. Some are crappy, a few are pretty amazing though... That's the magic of non-digital shots for you, each one is a game of Russian roulette! Spoiler April 17th, 2018: Another day of shooting the city skyline and Vinewood hills. Also been talking with my handsome Bo and enjoying his presence... Spoiler April 18th, 2018: Today marks the begining of new era! Sandersson Agency is online and rocking. I arranged a meeting with Mr Leone of five shots. Unfortunately Bo got to do the work instead of me but... Well that's his gig, right? Leone ripped us on the price though... I just hope he'll keep his end of the advertising bargain. If not this will have been a waste of time. Spoiler April 19th, 2018: Nothing happened tonight. Tried to find good pictures but I was simply too tired for that gig. Let's sleep it over and see what tomorrow has in store. Still no answer from Weazel News. Hope Bo's got the pictures ready for Leone... Spoiler Edited April 19, 2018 by Caryington Update 19/04/18 Link to comment
Caryington Posted April 7, 2018 Author Share Posted April 7, 2018 (edited) April 29th, 2018: I had to leave the city in a hurry. Fly back to DC. Mom was apparently sic. Turns out she was dying and took her last breathe after seeing me. So? What now? I'm gonna have to stay here for a while, help dad sort things up. I forgot to tell Bo I was leaving. And with each passing day it becomes harder to look at the phone and wonder... What will I say when he'll call asking where I am? Why I left? I'm not coming back any time soon, luv... Maybe not before a few years... I think I'm gonna cry... Edited April 29, 2018 by Caryington Link to comment
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