RILEY, trixie jessica

[trixie]

trixie jessica riley.

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/ i want to voice this out loud

full name. trixie jessica "jessie" riley
stage name. ---
nicknames. tj , trix , pixie trixie , kiddo , etc.
age & dob. twenty-four , april 7th , 1986
gender. femme
sexual orientation. experimental
career. crew member - animation
hometown. chicago, illinois


/ it's therapeutic somehow

height. five foot five
eyes. brown
hair. black but depends on when dyed
build. curvy
distinguishing features. her tattoos and piercings, her short figure and her curves. a long lateral scar on her right forearm from a fight.
play-by. bully suicide


/ so i'm moving to new york

loves. food , animals , friends , family , music , art , dancing , photography , blue eyes , snakes from a distance , big cats , twilight , ufc , drinking , live shows , tattoos , piercings , pinics , babies , technology - at times , action and horror films , hair styling , whip cream , ice cream , swearing , her perverted sense of humor.
hates. drugs , fakes , fighting , watching people she loves/likes fight , awkward silences , screamo music , her mom when she's drunk , people who abuse animals , LA traffic , bullies , technology when it fucks up , snakes touching her , spiders , wannabes , her brothers protective ways , child molestors , the death penalty , that her dad isn't here.
quirks. bites at her thumb or lower lip when in thought or nervous , bounces leg up at down when in deep thought , when drunk can sometimes become violant.
aspirations. to grow out of her childish ways , to have a family of her own , open her own animal shelter.
secrets. first serious relationship was with a girl , was sexually and physically abused from the age of eleven to fourteen.
personality evaltuated. trixie's personality is that of a girl next door..you know the one who stays across the highway and down a few blocks. or in better way to explain - she has the characteristics of dr. jekel and mr. hyde or two-faced, if you will. her sweet and bubbly side which is what a lot of people see most of the time. she can be a very caring person when she wants to be, especially when it comes to animals. trixie really enjoys helping them out because unlike people they don't have the voice to be heard, so she takes it upon herself to be their spokesperson. no, she doesn't consider herself the dog whisperer or anything, she just likes to help strays and such. as much as she is a carer, she is also a goofball with an odd sense of humor. she laughs at gorey things, and says things that make you question your friendship at times. to others it seems cruel but to her, it's just the way she communicates with you. trixie has a habit of sometimes talking in her child-like voice, which gives her the appearance of being cute and innocent. when everyone knows, she isnt..not by a long shot. she can also be a great advice giver and a good listener. she is that friend that you can call no matter what time it is, if you need to talk she will listen and do her best to help you out. lover but also a fighter when need be - she isn't some weak little bitch.

she is a big flirt and she thinks the guy or girl is worth her time, then she will totally flirt to know end. though when she is ever in a relationship, she knows that flirting is a no no, she learned that one firsthand. it's not that she is scared of relationships but tries her best not to get involved because they always seem to end badly. it would never be on her it was always the guy who would fuck up and then she'd bitch at them, forgive them and they go and do the same shit again. so, she's staying away from love for a bit. her other half, the yin to her yang, trixie's bad girl side. her cold side developed when she was nine years old and saw her dad die for a crime he didn't commit. and what added fuel to the fire was the fact that the other families that were there were saying some of the rudest things. "he deserves to die for what he did" or "good riddance". who the fuck where they? they had no right to say that about her dad, especially if she were in the same room. so it was then that she had this hatred for people everywhere. when she turned eleven someone decided it would be okay to take her innocence from her and that turned out to be a complete fuck up on the grid of life. if you cross her once, you will never be considered a friend to her ever again. at all. she doesn't believe in second chances because her dad wasn't given one so why should she.

so it's best to not get on her bad side or she will basically unleash the pent up rage that she has inside of herself. just to be clear though, she doesn't go around just bashing on people - she is really nice. it's just when you fuck her over or get on her nerves in anyway, she will definitely let you know. the girl can also be kind of spacey especially when she's drawing, she just lets her mind wander and her hands do the moving. so don't feel offended or surprised that she doesn't answer when you call her name, she's lost in drawing. trix is very family oriented, she loves kids as much as she loves animals. when she use to live with her brother and his four kids, she half the time had to babysit. that's where her love of children came from she assumes. dont abuse animals, drugs or her love and you're safe.


/ i've got issues with my sleep

father. john mathew riley , forty-five , fire-fighter.
mother. bethany leanne helm-riley , fifty-three , unemployed.
siblings. charles aspen riley , thirty , mechanic.
pets. brutus , pitbull
other family. veronica ashley riley , twenty-seven , sister-in-law . maureen sunny riley , eight , niece . hunter mathew riley , four , nephew . jacob ryder riley , two , nephew . paul anthony riley , three months , nephew . lilly faye riley , seventy-seven , grandmother . katherine rae jameson , forty-six , aunt .
history evaluated. trixie jessica riley was born to john and bethany on a cool and sunny day in march. her childhood was something that she wished she could have had a little bit longer because at the age of six, her dad was stripped from her life. she remembers that day as if it were yesterday, her and her brother playing in the front yard while their parents were inside getting ready for dinner. it went from peaceful to just straight crazy in a hearbeat, cop cars had swarned the place in and instant. cops jumping out of each car, guns drawn as a few began running towards the door. trixie was already crying from the excitement looked to her brother for shelter and comfort. the screams and curses from her mother and father could be heard which caused more tears to fall. neighbors had began to file out of their houses and look at the spectacle in complete awe. charles tried his best to keep trixie shielded from it but when he saw their dad being escorted out of the house in handcuffs he couldn't control himself either. trixie remembered screaming for her dad over and over again, asking the officers to let him go. the tears in her dad's eyes hurt her so deeply that even in her dreams that scene seemed to play over and over again.

soon after she was in her mother's arms as she watched the cars drive away from the house into the night. that was a day that scared her for the rest of her life, it didn't take a rocket scientist to realize that. it wasn't until later that she found out what he was being charged with, when she overheard her mother on the phone. involuntary manslaughter. their parents had been in a car accident a few weeks before and the teens in the other car died at the scene. the days after that seemed to be pointless and long, all trixie wanted was for her dad to come back home. but she realized it wasn't going to happen anytime soon as months passed without her hearing anything of it. her family seemed to keep her in the dark and told her that he was gone on "vacation" for awhile and like an idiot she believed them. after that she didn't pry but hoped and prayed that he would come back home soon. she would sit at her window and look up at the stars and pray everynight, and then one day she got an answer that she didn't want. her mother would never tell her this but her brother told her, he told her that her dad would be put to death. how was that even possible? her brother must have knew what she was thinking because he answered by saying that their dad had already had a record and that was basically the straw that broke the camels back.

she was nine when he died. it was april 2nd at 2:30 pm at the chicago state prison. trixie hadn't been in the right state of mind and was completely numbed and tuned out of reality. on the car ride back home, she heard faintly from her mom and grandmothers conversation that he sung amazing grace the whole time. the next year she spent mostly in silence, she didn't smile, laugh or anything. just stayed in her room majority of the time unless she needed to eat or go to the bathroom. and what pissed her off more was that her mother found her a new love rather fast. this was also the same guy that molested trixie from the age of eleven to the age of fourteen but then he could go and fuck her mother right afterward. the only reason why anyone found out was because when she was at school, she went to PE and had to dress out and the teacher saw her bruises. of course she lied and said she had gotten into a fight at school and this was the aftermath, thinking they bought it and before she could be asked more question she bolted. though of course when she got home she was confronted by her older brother whom she was surprised to see because he moved out a few years before.

things after that changed immediately, she moved out and into her brother's house. her mother didn't seem to care because the woman was always drunk or high on drugs. trixie felt as if a weight had been listed off of her shoulder when she left because she didn't have to worry about coming home, scared at the fact that when she entered her mom might be dead. no, no. she came home to a brother and sister-in-law who took care of her and showered her with love. sounds cliche yeah, but it was a helluva lot better than the shithole she lived in before. so it was true to say that everything changed because she wasn't the quiet little kid anymore, she could be herself and not lock up in her bedroom. now was time for high school, a new beginning - time to start fresh. she was told that she should join a club or a sport to get herself out there and to meet people. basketball was a no, couldn't shoot for shit. volleyball - mehh, could do it but really didn't want to. softball - yikes. soccer was the sport she decided to go with, along with joing the art club for when soccer wasn't in season. soccer was something good to go with, she could run all the time to keep herself in shape and it was a contact sport. all the more reason to join.

trixie always knew how to draw, it was something that she used to pass the time when she was at home alone. they noticed her talent and decided that she should look into a career of drawing. so she enrolled into the art institute and got accepted on a scholarship, full ride baby! her art teacher, mr. madison would be the person she would thank for getting her into the industry because he was the one who gave her, her big break. trixie moved out when she was twenty and decided to move to new york and work for an animation company. she started out small at first, doing a few video games here and there but then got a chance to work on a animated movie with mr. madison. she was twenty-two at the time and she could honestly say that it was the second best moment of her life and she would never forget it. lately she hasn't been working on anything, just doing tid bit drawings here and there. her mind hasn't been very focused lately due to the fact that her mother died recently. so she's been closed off from the world, trying to regain her sense of reality.


/ christmas came early for me

alias. alexa
years of rp experience. ....oh dear
other characters. elias and chesa
how did you find us. sarah
roleplay sample.

no way, check elias yo.

[sarah]