Post by roxanne on Jul 1, 2009 0:51:38 GMT -5
the city is at war !
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[/center]character info !
full name •roxanne nichole blackburn
nick names •roxxie, rox
age • eighteen
grade • senior in high school
hometown •chicago, illinois
sexuality • bi-curious
member group • high school
character looks !
[/color][/center]height • 5'7
hair • bright, sun color blonde.
eyes • bright green
play by • amber heard
character personality !
[/color][/size][/center]likes •Singing, Writing music, Boys, Girls, Sex, Partying, Smoking pot, Hanging out with friends, Making friends, Flirting, Giving friend's advice, Playing the guitar, Playing the piano
dislikes •Relationships, Stuck up girls, Bubblegum pop, No talented singers, Men who wear chick jeans, Her aunt, Her aunt's boyfriend, Liars, Backstabbers, Fake friends, Opening herself up to people, Talking about her past
habits/quirks •Bites her nails, Plays with her hair when she's nervous
fears •Relationships, Trusting people, Thunderstorms, Never having a music career
dreams • Wants to become a professional song writer, Wants to graduate high school
secrets •She had an abusive past with her father, She wants to fall in love
overall • I'm a pretty cool person to hang around. I don't judge people like most do. I know that no one is perfect and everyone has a flaw or two. I try to be a nice person to everyone. Even people that I don't like that much. Not saying that if a fight ever broke out I wouldn't stand on my own. I can break a few girls faces when I wanted to without thinking twice. I'm not a violent person by any means, but I will become one if I need to. I'm not afraid to fight, or argue. Nine times out of ten, the girls wouldn't stand a chance against me. I've grown up around guys all my life, so I know how to fight when the moment comes along. Hopefully, though, that won't happen anytime soon. Like I said before, I'm a lover not a fighter.
I'm not a very girly type of girl. Sure, I wear dresses when I need to, or skirts, but I don't really act like a girl. I'm not a tomboy by any means, but I'm just not a shopping, likes pink and gossips all the time kind of girl. I like to just chill with the guys. Have a beer or two, or just hang out with friends and party. I'm a down to earth kind of girl that doesn't like drama in her life. Drama to me is just....dumb and pointless. If you're the type of person who likes to start drama, then chances are I won't be friends with you. It's the reason why I don't have a lot of girl friends. Girls tend to want to make life complicated with pointless 'he said, she said' drama. My life is complicated enough already. I don't need anything else to make it worse.
I don't open up to a lot of people. Chances are, if you are friends with me, you won't truly know everything about me until a couple weeks later. It takes me time to open up about myself. It doesn't have anything to do with the person I'm with. It's just hard for me to trust people right off the bat like some people do. It takes time for me, but don't worry! Just because I'm not open to you about myself at first doesn't mean it won't change. Just give me a chance to get comfortable around you, and I'll loosen up. I'm a big flirt. I love to be around sexy men and dance, or have guys want to be with me. I have a different guy a different night. That's just me. I try to date, but it never goes in my favor. I think it's just easier for me to sleep with men and have my way with them, than for me to trust a guy and end up getting hurt. It's easier for me this way. I don't want to be this way forever. Of course I want to find a guy to have a relationship with. For the moment, however, I'd rather just play the field.
I think I'm a good friend. If you every need to talk to someone about relationship troubles and/or problems in your life in general, I'm here to help. I know it's weird to talk about relationships to someone who doesn't necessarily believe in them herself, but I give good advice. At least, I think I do. I know I do, haha. I have saved a few relationships from breaking up in my time, so apparently I know what I'm talking about. I pay attention and observe people more than what others would, so maybe that's why it's so easy for me to give advice. You wouldn't have to worry about me going behind your back and blabbing to other people about your secrets either. I've never been a gossip girl and I would never back stab anyone. Not even if they back stabbed me before. I think doing something like that would be a bitch move on mine, and anyone else’s part.
My humor can make me come across sometimes as a bitch. I have a very dry sense of humor and I'm a very sarcastic person. I'm the type of girl that would laugh at someone getting hit by a car, haha. Which is probably terrible on my part, but whatever. Don't take everything I say to heart, because nine times out of ten, I'm only kidding. That's really the only thing you have to watch out for is my sarcasm.
character history !
[/size][/color]mother • ashley nichole blackburn, thirty-five, no longer in roxanne's life
father • william liam blackburn, forty, deceased
siblings • n/a
pets • n/a
other family • alexandra lee taylor, thirty-seven, aunt, gold digger
overall • I was born on a sunny morning in Chicago, Illinois on June 18, 1990. I don’t remember much about when I was born, of course, but from what I hear my mother and father were estatic. They had been trying to have a kid for two years now, and I finally came along. My childhood, what I remember of it, was happy. I spent a lot of time with my mom and dad. They’d take me to the park, or to McDonlads. Once they even took me to Disneyland. I remember how happy I was back when I was little. How care free life was and how I was so oblivious to the complete tragedy that was about to happen in my life. Sometimes, I wish I could go back to were I didn’t know anything about my mother and father. I wish I could be that care free and think life was perfect. I guess we all have to grow up sometime. I never realized you had to start growing up at seven years old.
What I didn’t know, and didn’t find out till years later, was my mother and father were fighting a lot after I was born. I’m not sure what it was over, but I think my mom started cheating on my dad. It’s the only thing that could explain her leaving as quickly as what she did. She ran off with some rich guy that pretty much promised her the world. I don’t know if that was the only reason why my mother left, but I know that’s a large part of it. That, or maybe it was me. My dad blamed it on me for her leaving.
When my father finally figured out she was gone for good, he started drinking. He’d go out and drink, then come home late at night and crash on the couch. It wasn’t until one night when I asked him why he was drinking when he started getting physical. He started yelling at me. Saying I was the reason why my mother left and I was going to grow up and be a whore just like her. I remember the sick feeling I got when he smacked me across the face that first time. I didn’t cry. Even though I wanted to cry, I didn’t in front of him. I never did either. I refused to let him see how much he was hurting me. Call me crazy, but even though I was young, I knew he was sick. He didn’t understand what he was doing. My mom had really fucked him over. It was all her fault. I hated her, not my dad.
Not long after my dad started hitting me, my aunt came to see me. She was worried about me and my dad. I tried to convince her that everything was okay, but she didn’t believe me. She had heard about my dads new drinking habits and it scared her. She didn’t have a clue what was really going on until she saw the bruises on my back one day. She was furious. She ended up taking me away from my father which I found out later in life wasn’t hard for her to do. He didn’t want to take care of me anymore. I don’t know if he just couldn’t handle me anymore, or he couldn’t handle himself around me and he finally realized it. Not long after my aunt moved me to Florida to live with her I found out that my dad got into a car crash. He ended up ramming his car into a tree and killed himself.
It still bothers me everything that happened with my dad when I was little, but I try to look past it. Once I moved in with my aunt, my life went from being a slightly poor kid with crappy clothes to a girl with brand name clothes and money to her name. It took me a while to adjust to a lifestyle of the rich, but once I figured out how everything worked in this new rich world, everything became easier after that. When I hit my teen years, well, let’s just say I was rebellious. I stayed out late and partied hard. I got into some trouble with school and with my aunt. I even got into some heavy drugs. Thankfully, my aunt set me straight. She helped me get help to sober up.
I’m glad I don’t do drugs anymore or party as hard as what I used to. Even though my partying ways have made a name for myself in St. Augustin, it’s still not something to be proud of. I’m trying to better myself, even though it’s really hard. People don’t understand how bad I just want to throw my hands up, say fuck it to my school work and my life, and drink down a bottle of Vodka. It’s very hard for me to not party and have a good time, but I understand now that getting an education is more important now than just partying and drinking. I don’t know if I’ll ever be a quote, un-quote “good girl”. I probably will always be considered the girl that your mother warned you about, but I can live with that. As long as I get myself and my life back under control, everything will fall into place.
about you !
[/color][/size][/center]your name • cierra
your age • seventeen
roleplaying experience • six years
how you found us • advertisement
roleplay sample •
Before James had decided to try to get threw to Roxanne for the hundreth time, she was doing what she had been doing ever since he came back. Thinking about there past. He was the only guy she was close with that never slept with her, or ever tried to talk her into it. Not that she would’ve minded at all. James was perfect in Roxxie’s eyes. She couldn’t help, back then before everything went to hell between them, but admire and care for him. Maybe at some point she did love him. She’d never know it or admit it, but she might have. They were extremely close with each other. He knew everything about her, the good and the bad, and she knew everything about him, or she used to anyways. Hell, they had never even kissed before, except on a dare once but it only lasted a second and didn’t mean anything. She didn’t understand why she waited as long as what she did to tell him that she liked him. Maybe it was because she didn’t want just a random lay from Jimmy. She wanted something…more and it scared her to death. She took out her cell phone and pulled up her pictures on her phone. A slow smile appeared on her face when she saw all the pictures they had taken together on her phone. Some of when they were at a party and drinking, then some when it was just them and they were being silly.
She laughed softly when she saw the Halloween pictures from two years ago. They didn’t dress up. He got some cheep vampire teeth and she got a plastic knife and carried it around everywhere. In the picture, he had her by the neck. Looking like he was going to suck her blood, while she had the fake knife at his heart like she was a vampire slayer. Thing with them was, they were always like that together. Goofy and crazy. Could find humor in the most random things. Nobody else got her humor or her personality like Jimmy did. Hell, up till now they hadn’t ever even argued. Sure, they had their differences, but they never fought. Now that they weren’t talking to each other it made her feel even worse than what she did when he left. She sighed softly as she flipped up her cell phone to the keyboard pad of the phone and went threw her contacts. Stopping on Shane’s contact, then opened a new text message. Only Shane would get why she was as upset as what she was. She was the only one who knew that Roxxie felt more for Jimmy other than just a best friend. It’s not like other people didn’t see it, though. Even Chuck of all people would ask her if she was finally dating James, and the answer would always be no. Deep down, though, she wanted the answer to be yes.
‘Hey Shane. What’s up? When you get this, txt me back, kay? I’m having one of those Jimmy mixed with retarded psycho aunt days and I need to talk to someone about it. Love ya hun’ she sent the message and shut her phone, sliding the phone back into her purse. She tapped her nails against the metal of the bench beneath her, thinking about going back to class or doing school work. Anything to get her mind off this day. Too bad she couldn’t bring her song journal to school. Right now would be the perfect time to put her anger and confusion down on paper. That, to her, was the best type of therapy. Maybe she had some scrap paper she could just write a few lyrics down on just to get it off her chest. She went searching again in her purse for some paper. She usually kept a lot of her song ideas and lyrics in little scraps of paper in her purse just incase she was inspired at school. She was passionate about her song writing and singing. She loved it more than anything in this world. Music helped her cope with whatever type of pain she was going threw. Even though she was border line alcoholic and had the tendency to want to fuck her pain away, music was her main addiction. She literally was addicted to music. It gave her this high that no one would understand unless they were a singer or songwriter and she was pretty much both.
Roxxie’s head snapped toward the person that had just stood in front of her, now realizing it was James. Great, this made her day so much better! His words hit her, as they always did. Hell just hearing his voice made her heart practically beat out of her chest. His eyes, damn him with those eyes that seemed to stare into her soul. She had to catch herself before she lost her breath. Fuck, why was she like this? His words finally seeped into her head as the old Roxanne started to come back around. She licked her lips as she continued doing what she was doing before, shrugging. “I thought maybe you wanted to wait another year for you to tell me. ‘Cause God knows I’m the last to know around this town.” she snickered bitterly under her breath as she gave up on finding blank paper. Instead she took out her pack of smoke, taking the last one out of the pack and lit it. “Let me guess. You were abducted by aliens and they tried to throw you into their alien vortex of doom, but just at the last moment you grabbed the light saver from Yoda and killed them all?” she spoke in the most serious tone that it almost shocked her. “Or maybe you knock over at 7 11 and got arrested, come on am I getting warm? What in your life was so fucking important that you had to leave the way you did?” her voice raised slightly on her last sentence as she stared at him with an emotionless face.
She laughed softly when she saw the Halloween pictures from two years ago. They didn’t dress up. He got some cheep vampire teeth and she got a plastic knife and carried it around everywhere. In the picture, he had her by the neck. Looking like he was going to suck her blood, while she had the fake knife at his heart like she was a vampire slayer. Thing with them was, they were always like that together. Goofy and crazy. Could find humor in the most random things. Nobody else got her humor or her personality like Jimmy did. Hell, up till now they hadn’t ever even argued. Sure, they had their differences, but they never fought. Now that they weren’t talking to each other it made her feel even worse than what she did when he left. She sighed softly as she flipped up her cell phone to the keyboard pad of the phone and went threw her contacts. Stopping on Shane’s contact, then opened a new text message. Only Shane would get why she was as upset as what she was. She was the only one who knew that Roxxie felt more for Jimmy other than just a best friend. It’s not like other people didn’t see it, though. Even Chuck of all people would ask her if she was finally dating James, and the answer would always be no. Deep down, though, she wanted the answer to be yes.
‘Hey Shane. What’s up? When you get this, txt me back, kay? I’m having one of those Jimmy mixed with retarded psycho aunt days and I need to talk to someone about it. Love ya hun’ she sent the message and shut her phone, sliding the phone back into her purse. She tapped her nails against the metal of the bench beneath her, thinking about going back to class or doing school work. Anything to get her mind off this day. Too bad she couldn’t bring her song journal to school. Right now would be the perfect time to put her anger and confusion down on paper. That, to her, was the best type of therapy. Maybe she had some scrap paper she could just write a few lyrics down on just to get it off her chest. She went searching again in her purse for some paper. She usually kept a lot of her song ideas and lyrics in little scraps of paper in her purse just incase she was inspired at school. She was passionate about her song writing and singing. She loved it more than anything in this world. Music helped her cope with whatever type of pain she was going threw. Even though she was border line alcoholic and had the tendency to want to fuck her pain away, music was her main addiction. She literally was addicted to music. It gave her this high that no one would understand unless they were a singer or songwriter and she was pretty much both.
Roxxie’s head snapped toward the person that had just stood in front of her, now realizing it was James. Great, this made her day so much better! His words hit her, as they always did. Hell just hearing his voice made her heart practically beat out of her chest. His eyes, damn him with those eyes that seemed to stare into her soul. She had to catch herself before she lost her breath. Fuck, why was she like this? His words finally seeped into her head as the old Roxanne started to come back around. She licked her lips as she continued doing what she was doing before, shrugging. “I thought maybe you wanted to wait another year for you to tell me. ‘Cause God knows I’m the last to know around this town.” she snickered bitterly under her breath as she gave up on finding blank paper. Instead she took out her pack of smoke, taking the last one out of the pack and lit it. “Let me guess. You were abducted by aliens and they tried to throw you into their alien vortex of doom, but just at the last moment you grabbed the light saver from Yoda and killed them all?” she spoke in the most serious tone that it almost shocked her. “Or maybe you knock over at 7 11 and got arrested, come on am I getting warm? What in your life was so fucking important that you had to leave the way you did?” her voice raised slightly on her last sentence as she stared at him with an emotionless face.
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