VANDERBILT, roland alexander

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roland alexander vanderbilt.

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/ i want to voice this out loud

full name. it's roland alexander vanderbilt.
stage name. roland vanderbilt.
nicknames. i get called ro mostly. or rolly, but i would rather that one not be said aloud.
age & dob. i'm twenty-three and was born on june fifteenth ninteen eighty-six.
gender. i'm a dude. for sure.
sexual orientation. i like girls, ha. no doubt about that one.
career. aspiring tv/film actor. well see where this all goes.
hometown. brisbane, queensland, austrailia.


/ it's therapeutic somehow

height. six feet and one inch.
eyes. some weird green.
hair. all over the place and light-ish brown.
build. meh. i'm not weak, but not completely ripped. somewhere right in the middle. somewhat toned? i dunno.
distinguishing features. i guess i'd have to say my eyebrows. they have a mind of their own. it's quite irritating actually. some girls just can't hang with a guy with bushy eyebrows. i blame my father for that one. way to go, dad.
play-by. they say that one british dude... robert pattinson? do you see it?


/ so i'm moving to new york

loves. sailing, wandering around, bowling (even though i'm terrible at it), hiking, surfing, being a lazy bum, lounging in my bathers, snicker bars, hemingway, lazy days, fraiser, family guy, babes, old man shoes (i guess they've come back in style?), dr. pepper, rum, cigarettes, comedies, my accent (wins over the ladies everytime), house parties, acting... of course, summer, areosmith concerts, volunteer work, watching movie awards from the comfort of my living room (since i'm not actually in attendance. one day.), & juggling (don't ask).
hates. people who can't hold intelligent conversations (doesn't everyone though?), stupid online dating commercials, insomnia, mustard, soggy cereal, cold weather (which is why i live in l.a.), shitastic bands, dark chocolate, michael mcdonald, & chicken noodle soup (i prefer brocoli and cheese).
quirks. i crack my knuckles constantly, i always have handsanitizer in handy 'cause germs and i do not mix, & my signature "gesture" is fist pumping. i'm bringing back a few things, ha.
aspirations. get my own place. i would like to not have a nymphomanic for a roommate anymore. uh, get nominated for a razzie. you know you've made success when people start giving you awards for how much they hate you. i guess i would like to be in a successful movie, too. that would be nice. oh! and i want to take a trip to germany. it'd be fun to irritate them with my accent and whatnot, don't you think?
secrets. i was sent to jail for going streaking once. now, that's a story. i stayed overnight and everything. that's more time then paris hilton, right? i guess if you want a serious secret then it would be that i......... really don't like peas. okay, no. in all seriousnes now. not messing around whatsoever. i have a signed autograph picture of megan fox that i carry in my wallet. just in case i get lonely. i'm such a bad boy, haha.
personality evaltuated. "okay, i'm just going to start off with something along the lines of try not to ever take me seriously. because i bet ninty-seven percent of the time we're talking i'm not be offended by anything you say and won't really care if what i say offends you. unless we're good friends and then there's that whole respect thing that civilized people follow. so, there's the first thing. i'm a really laid-back, funny guy. i was raised in a house full of people that could carry out a whole conversation in movie quotes and always messed around with each other. i'm used to fun, light, chill atmospheres and if i'm provided one then you'll see the better side of me. now, don't go assuming i'm a pushover because i can snap. it rarely ever happens, but when it does i won't be afraid to becoming one of those pricks you see walking up and down these streets."

"now that there's that whole straight up, tell it how it is thing out of the way i guess we'll start getting close and personal. let's start with things you should know about me, kaye? i don't like chicken noodle soup. that whole 'it makes you feel better when you're sick' stuff is bullshit. never worked for me and it didn't work for my sister. so, don't say the whole "aw. poor baby. i'll make you chicken noodle soup!" when i'm sick because i won't take it. and i really don't want to seem like an asshole when you make me a meal and i have to turn it down 'cause no one likes that guy. uhm, i like the outdoors. anything that you can do outside, i have done or will do. i have yet to go skydiving though. so, that's on my list of things to do. if you wanna go just tell me and we'll work something out. oh! another thing you should know is that i'm a big advocate for cancer. don't ask me why because it's just... a touchy subject and i don't feel like explaining at the moment. if i wanna tell you, i will. but i spend any time i can at the hospital with cancer patients. it's a way that i can... whatever. on a lighter note another thing that you should know about myself is that when i was five i really wanted to be a superhero and let myself get bitten by a spider thinking that it was radioactive so i could be spiderman. it was a big ambition of mine once upon a time."

"uh, i dunno. what else is there to say without sounding like a stuck up, self-centered grommet?"


/ i've got issues with my sleep

father. richard joseph vanderbilt , fifty , school professor.
mother. elisabeth renee vanderbilt , forty-eight, freelance writer.
siblings. barrett lewis vanderbilt, twenty-six, bartender.
carter drew vanderbilt, nineteen, student.
evelyn marie vanderbilt , twelve , deceased.
pets. well, there's cappachino. he's my roommates yappy silky terrier... he's a ball of fun.
other family. no one that important to mention unless it's grandma bessie. she's a lovely woman indeed.
history evaluated.

• well... when a boy and a girl love each other very much they want to make a baby. so, the boy... let's fast forward nine months later and you get me. not every expecting family in the world just lucky richard & elisabeth vanderbilt. i was born on june fifteenth in the mid-eighties when my mom and dad were young and wild kids sleeping in tents at all the music festivals held in brisbane, queensland, australia. and almost right after they had my older brother, barrett.
  
• i could walk by the time i was a year and half. i talked up a storm by age three. i could use the toilet all by myself by five. i stopped wetting the bed when i was eight. then i started playing sports at nine, which was extremely unsuccessful. i was never cut out to be a professional athlete. it's not in the stars for me i suppose. i'm completely content with that though. you don't see me whining because i can't throw a football like... what's his name? brett something. i dunno. whatever.
  
• by the time i was eleven there were four kids under the vanderbilt household. barrett, myself, carter, and little evelyn. boy, did my parents get busy or what?
  
• i got on stage for the first time in high school. i remembered being a silent role in the school's end of the year play. it was the most nerve wrecking thing i'd ever done at that point. i was on stage opening night with this creepy, serial killer smile on my face during the one scene i had to appear in. i remember my drama teacher coming up to me afterward to change my blocking so i was facing away from the audience. good times.
  
• by year ten i finally got the serial killer smile to go away and was given my first lead role as young man who lost everything he had to try and prove himself to a world of people who didn't care. i think it was then that i really enjoyed being up on stage. i mean, i only joined drama because barrett did and i didn't want to be apart of something i didn't know anyone in. but at that point was when i really decided i loved everything about the feeling i got when i was able to portray that certain character. it's still i feeling i get when i'm handed a script and go audition for roles.
  
• i graduated two years later and started working at one of the department stores near my house, which i still lived in. i'd already decided that i wasn't going to college and that eventually something would happen for me. just like that. i guess at times i can be a little unrealistic.
  
• a year later my family and i were told that evelyn, my only sister, had lymphoma, a cancer that creates a tumor in your lymphoid cells. it was probably one of the most earth shattering things ever. evelyn was still just a little girl with so much ahead of her. how could someone as sweet and smart as evelyn have to suddenly carry this kind of disease? we instantly started putting her through treatment to help the tumor shrink in size.
  
• i tried to not think about the whole thing a lot. i didn't want to believe it was true. i spent a lot of time outside, which is how i developed my love for the outdoors. it cleared my head and got my mind going about other things. i still spent time with her. i would come in and spend the night in a cot set up beside her bed and read her favorite books at her request. when she asked about my day i gave her as much detail as possible. i did anything she wanted me to as best as i can.
  
• but i'm not a miracle worker and sometimes medicine doesn't always work. it wasn't until last year that she passed away at the age of twelve. of course my parents and brothers were crushed. for a couple of weeks it was hard for us to even go anywhere near the dinning room or walk down the hall where her room used to be. that's when i knew i had to get away.
  
• which is why i moved out here. nowhere was far enough then l.a. and i've got it pretty good. i live in a not completely piece of shit apartment with a roommate to keep me company along with a decent job at one of the shops in the mall. maybe something will come out of all this. like a movie deal or... i dunno.
  

/ christmas came early for me

alias. savvy! or sav! c:
years of rp experience. three years!
other characters. none :c
how did you find us. a random site, haha. i don't remember.
roleplay sample.

ivan joyce knew far before this that something was not okay with his mother. he was well aware of her severe drinking problem she had developed over the years since the big divorce. hell, everyone knew that allison carter had gone from a beautiful, perfect housewife to a lower class unemployed alcoholic who relied on her son to take care of her every waking moment of the day. it was only a matter of time before it got out of hand and today allison dove over the edge. literally.

it had been three p.m. when ivan walked through the front door of the tiny two bedroom apartment downtown. the joyce's called apartment one-oh-two home about six years ago after louis (ivan preferred not to call him dad anymore) signed the divorce papers and ran away with his secretary to california before allison could say anything else. he gave the two a little more then a month to pack up their things and find another place to stay. yeah, louis joyce was not exactly what you would become a respectable man. the apartment they managed to find wasn't a total mess. ivan tried to keep it as clean as he possibly could while he was dealing with school and his part-time job at quiksilver in the mall. the only thing that the boy had a problem with was the smell of liquor in the air, which was why he invested in bottles of febreeze that he kept close to door.

the boy picked up the slender can of fresh linen air freshener and began misting the space as he walked through the apartment. "mom, i'm home!" the silence that hung in the air afterward instantly rose ivan's heart rate. his feet began to quicken their pace as he came to the end of the hall and swiftly 'rounded the corner to look at the living room. there was the usual drained bottle of jack daniel's atop the coffee table between the couch and their tv just beside the cordless phone. on a daily basis ivan would find his mother sprawled out on the couch with the remote in hand in hopes of finding something amusing on mtv or vh1. however, his mother was nowhere in sight. "mom?" ivan called out once again and threw the navy blue backpack hanging from his right shoulder onto the floor. still no answer. by this time ivan's feet were tripping over themselves as he raced around the second story apartment. his feet made a loud thud with every step he took, weaving his way through furniture and finally stumbling into the master bedroom.

"oh shit. mom?" the portrait in front of ivan was a total disaster. a curtain of sandy blonde hair veiled the thirty-five year old allison carter's pale face from her son. her body lay completely still while ivan continued to call her back to consciousness. the boy was already used to this kind of thing. it wasn't out of the ordinary for his mom to stumble here and there after she had been drinking for a while, but most times it happened ivan would be there to help her within second. who knows how long she had been laying here by herself. "mom?" the boy now knelt at the woman's side and began nudging her body as gently as possible before he practically began to shake her while he yelled her name. "c'mon, wake up." he repeated like a broken record over and over again only to receive silence as a response. ivan's fingers suddenly were at his mother's wrists to check for any sign of a pulse. he noted the faint throbs he felt here and there as a minute ticked by before he pressed his head down to his mother's chest. the soft beating from her heart echoed in his ear while he counted. at least she was still alive.

ivan wouldn't have predicted in a million years that he would ever need to carry his intoxicated mother to his own car to get her to the emergency room, but here he was performing that very task. thankfully the boy chose to take up weight training as an extra elective and built up enough muscle over the last couple of months to muster the strength to successfully pick allison up from the floor, through the apartment, down the stairs, and to his honda civic in somewhat fluid movements. the tiny gap between allison's lips leaked the smell of whiskey and soft snores creeped out here and there as ivan tried to prop her up right in the passenger seat chair, reclining it as far back as he possibly could. the boy's eyes tried desperately hard to cling onto the tears that wanted to fall from his eyes so badly while he shut the passenger door and hopped into the driver's, instantly putting the car in gear. it had been a good thing the pair lived in a place so close to the local hospital.

not even fifteen minutes later was ivan struggling to get his mother out of his car after parking in one of the e.r.'s parking slots. rain poured down from the gray sky above and the sirens from ambulance's pulling into the ward's one lane before coming to a complete stop for the paramedics to hop out and assist the patient inside the vehicle. ivan tried not to notice some of the people securely strapped into cots with tubes shoved up their noses while the medics were shouting all sorts of things to the nurses at the door. the boy heard some of their cries: "we're losing him! hurry!", "his lung collapsed!", "i need dr. ryder as soon as possible!" it was a miracle that ivan managed to even keep himself going when he wanted to break down.

"i need a doctor right away, please!" allison still hung in ivan's arms once he reached the reception desk inside. a petite red head glanced up at him from the papers scattered about her desk along with a bag of cool ranch doroitos and a can of pepsi beside a flat screen desktop computer. her green eyes rested on ivan's face for a few seconds before they began to examine the woman against his body, her lips puckering outward while she did so. "what happened?" she asked in a calm and simple voice once her gaze returned to ivan. "i... i don't know. i came home from school today and... she never gets like this and when i checked her pulse i could barely... feel anything. her breathing is really shallow and..." ivan couldn't spit anymore out after the receptionist rose from her seat and picked up the phone beside her, typing in some kind of extention before mumbling into the receiver. "settle her into a stretcher and wait until a nurse comes to get her. after that you're going to need to fill out some paper work before heading to the waiting room. the doctor will ask you a few questions once they have examined the patient and it will be then that they will express how she is doing." and as soon as the last sentence flew out of her mouth she was back in her chair again with her eyes staring down at the work before her.

no time was wasted in doing what ivan was told. the boy hurried away from the desk to an open stretched against one of the white walls of the hospital and gently placed his mom in it before meeting jessica kurt, the nurse who would be looking after her while the doctors were examining other patients. after he watched the nurse and the stretcher safely make it into one of the room ivan made his way to the waiting room. he tried focusing his eyes down at the floor while he walked and staying out of the way of the doctors who dashed all over the place. how could she have done this to herself? certainly she knew her limits as well as ivan did. she shouldn't have to him around all the time to warn her about what she was doing. the woman was a full grown adult with her own brain, so why couldn't she figure it all out? and why was ivan getting upset at himself for the accident his mother caused? the boy's hands clentched into fists as he took a left at another corner and entered the waiting room. who knew how long he was going to be stuck here.

there was a few people sitting in the chairs of the waiting room. ivan saw a couple around their late twenties sitting side by side, one reading time magazine while the other stared at the subtitles running across the tv screen hanging up in the corner. an old man sat by himself in the opposite corner with his arms folded over his chest and his eyes closed, breathing slowly in and out. ivan hadn't noticed the deep breaths he had been taking and the crease in his forehead that came around whenever his nerves were sent over the edge. his body language must have set off some alarm to some of the people in the waiting room. or at least one person in particular.

the boy's pale blue eyes scanned the girl sitting in the oversized hospital chair with a crossword puzzle resting on her lap. she was dressed up in a sweatshirt that pratically swallowed her body whole and a plaid pattern barely peeked out beneath it, which ivan believed were actually a pair of bottoms. a pair of knee high socks slid down the girl's skinny legs slowly, but ivan didn't really pay attention to how thin the girl appeared. it was the pair of hazel orbs that stared straight at him in wonder that drew him in. and for some reason, ivan couldn't exactly tell you what it was, he couldn't look away.

how stupid he must have looked standing right in the middle of the hospital waiting room staring down a girl sitting by herself attached, via a few plastic tubes, to a drip holder. ivan whipped his head left to right to check if anyone besides the mysterious girl was staring him down. by now most of the people had returned their attention to the task they had previously been doing and could careless if ivan began to start jumping around the room shouting insanities. so, why not take a chance? the only person he would make himself a fool in front of was a complete stranger. his feet began to slowly carry themselves across the floor toward the blonde and tried to think of things to say. before he knew it, there he was. face to face with those hazel eyes. "uhm," maybe he should have thought this out just a little more. "hey." well, it was a start.

[anna]

mmkay i usually don't comment on accepted characters
but he wins because he's from brisbane. XD