ROSCOE, DAISY MADISON .
Mar 5, 2010 23:27:04 GMT -5
Post by juliet on Mar 5, 2010 23:27:04 GMT -5
daisy madison roscoe.
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full name. daisy madison roscoe.
stage name. daisy roscoe.
nicknames. daisy or d.
age & dob. twenty three and march third.
gender. female.
sexual orientation. heterosexual.
career. ftv/film actor.
hometown. newark, new jersey.
/ it's therapeutic somehow
height. five foot.
eyes. blue
hair. natural blonde.
build. petite.
distinguishing features. a small tattoo of a chess piece on her left wrist.
play-by. kristen bell.
/ so i'm moving to new york
loves.
affection, new york city, her hometown, family, french food, acting, cuddling, sex, coffee, accents, billy joel, the beatles, nerdy looking guys, glasses, clothes, the outdoors, star wars, comic books, surfing, snorkeling, smoothies, warm tea, knee socks, sweatpants, red carpets, award shows, scrabble.
hates.
feeling inferior, being insulted, fighting, arguing, physical fights (even between other people), rap music, having children, getting married, sunburns, boredom, television reruns, liars, lying herself, trashy music, crummy actors who get better jobs than her, pain (physical or emotional, of course), commitment, being jealous.
quirks.
she's easily embarrassed, she's really fidgety, she's totally directionally retarded, she blushes really easily, and she's a nail-biter.
aspirations.
success in the film industry (of course!), maintain her groundedness if she ever achieves any sort of fame, get a dog.
secrets.
she hasn't had a boyfriend in two years, and she hasn't had sex in a year in a half. she's also really easily scared, but doesn't like to let people know.
personality evaluated.
Honestly, Daisy is just as sweet as her name. She's always been a known shoulder to cry on, and cared about others to the point where she seriously considered persuing psychology as a career before she discovered her love of acting. Daisy's considerate, generous, and tries as hard as she can to put others before herself, which has threatened to get her in trouble in this industry. The film industry is a notoriously cut-throat one, and Daisy's terrified that she's eventually going to have to choose between her good heart and her career.
Although she's naturally incredibly kind-hearted and giving, of course Daisy can't be completely perfect. She's always been particularly clumsy, since she was a young girl. As a child, Daisy was enrolled in ballet classes, and pursued through the classes tirelessly, always trying to be a naturally graceful person. It hasn't, however, worked out quite that way despite Daisy's best efforts. She has the astonishing ability to trip over thin air, even when she's on a totally flat surface. It's gotten so ridiculous that Daisy actually knows several ways to catch herself without causing any physical injury so she won't be scraped up before filming or awards shows. Daisy Roscoe is no stranger to running into poles, walls, what have you. She's even run into a mirror before! This has caused many awkward moments for the girl, though she usually avoids hurting anyone or anything but herself.
Despite her absurd clumsiness and how completely awkward she can be most of the time, Daisy really is, at heart, a very caring and affectionate person. She just loves to love. She can be rather touchy-feeling, and absolutely loves to cuddle. Daisy gets to feeling uncomfortable when she's doing something like that in public, though, and has never been a big fan of public displays of affection. In the rare case that Daisy's in a relationship, she'll try to keep the cuddling confined to her apartment to avoid offending anyone by getting too close to her man out in public. Also, in the rare case that she finds a guy attractive that doesn't feel the same for her (or even if he does and she doesn't know it), Daisy becomes quickly very shy and starts blushing really easily.
/ i've got issues with my sleep
father. adam vince roscoe, fifty six, yale profesor.
mother. jane paulina roscoe, fifty five, bakery owner.
siblings. arden pierce roscoe, twenty-five.
pets. none (yet!)
other family. n/a.
history evaluated.
The story of Adam Roscoe and Jane Page is far from an extraordinary one. They first met in college at New York University, Adam striking up a conversation with the beautiful blonde Jane one day in the library. As it turned out, Jane's eldest brother (she was the youngest of three) was one of Adam's best friends. Becaus she was only a freshman and he was a sophomore, however, they'd never seen each other before. They periodically ran into each other through Jane's brother, Jack, or through other random circumstances. Regardless, they always felt some sort of strange attraction to each other that they just couldn't describe. After Adam graduated, though, he moved to New Jersey, and Jane thought that would be the last she ever heard of him. Jack and Adam lost touch and Jane was heartbroken.
Two years later, however, defying all odds, they ran into each other at a bookstore in Newark. Deciding mutually that it was fate and they just couldn't get away from each other, Jane and Adam began dating and fell so deeply in love they married just six months later. Jane became obsessed with having children, and Adam quickly followed suit, but it seemed that every time Jane got pregnant, she ended up miscarrying. She had several miscarriages, and the couple decided to adopt a baby who had no loving parents from Kenya. Surprisingly, though, as soon as the adoption went through, Jane found that she was pregnant! The couple couldn't have been happier to have two new babies in their life--a two year old boy named Arden Pierce and their very own precious baby girl, Daisy Madison.
Despite the craziness of going from a zero-baby household to a two-baby one, Daisy grew up totally loved and adored. She was treated like a princess, and Arden was treated like a prince. While Arden was enrolled in several sports and arts, which he enjoyed very much, Daisy was enrolled in a ballet class for young girls. She wanted so badly to excel like her brother, but for whatever reason, Daisy was just too clutsy to ever be the ballerina she wanted to be. Regardless, she kept pushing on and quickly grew a deep love for performing. Even if she tripped, tore her tutu, or otherwise embarrassed herself on stage, Daisy adored every moment in the limelight and knew that she'd have her parents and big brother in the audience waiting to tell her she did amazingly at the end of every show.
During grade school, when both Daisy and Arden were enrolled in a small private Catholic school, Daisy discovered the true meaning of religion. She was constantly forced to read the bible daily, and attend a several-hour long Mass service up to four days a week. Daisy, being a naturally curious girl, wanted to ask questions about everything. The nuns that acted as her teachers, however, didn't care for that one bit. Daisy always wanted to know why, where, when, and how, and the catholic church gave her no answers. Daisy grew to dislike religion immensely. It wasn't necessarily the idea of god that she hated, she just hated how god had been twisted to man's selfish desires. Daisy channeled this frustration into her study of dance, and this is when she began acting as well. Her brother, around this time, was getting into music.
Upon reaching their high school years, Arden and Daisy were both sent to a fairly elite performing arts school. Arden was accepted for music composition, whereas Daisy was taking a double major in ballet and theatre. Through the required dance classes there, Daisy discovered modern dance, which helped her relax her dancing and become much more graceful onstage. Daisy never really got around to making friends or going to parties like Arden did, as she was always really the quiet, nerdy girl. All that extra time she had, however, really allowed Daisy to grow in her art and she was cast in many impressive roles throughout high school in both theatre and dance.
After Arden graduated high school, he moved out to Los Angeles to begin his musical career. He quickly broke out into the industry and became very successful, between his talent and his undeniable charisma. Who wouldn't sign someone that charming? When Daisy graduated a year later, she followed her brother and began pursuing her dreams of being a professional actor. With the help of her parents and the money she'd saved from her part time job in high school, Daisy provided for herself while actually sharing an apartment with Arden, and has been looking at castings and agents for years now. She's always told she has talent and is usually cast in smaller roles, but Daisy's far from giving up her dream just yet.
/ christmas came early for me
alias. juliet.
years of rp experience. lots.
other characters. n/a.
how did you find us. ad hopping.
roleplay sample.
Birdie Nora Quinn wasn't particularly used to waking up.. indoors. Okay, so technically she wasn't homeless, per say, but she did live in a bright orange VW van camper full-time. Before you start scoffing, I think it's only fair to let it be known that it really was a fairly comfortable living situation. Sure, it got a little chilly in North Star in January, but Birdie could pretty successfully insulate and bundle herself to where she was completely comfortable throughout the night. And when it was summer or when she was in a more pleasant climate, the van camper was pretty much the epitome of luxury. She could pop up the top bed, open the door and let the fresh air pour in, make herself some crummy powdered iced tea, and she felt like the most privileged of the silver-spoon generation.
Anyway, Birdie wasn't lounging comfortably in the orange van camper tonight. She was, rather, in a bed, in an apartment, in a building. Like.. as in.. an actual building. One that couldn't be swept away in a mild tornado like the orange camper. Needless to say, Birdie was hardly in her element. And to make matters even worse.. she was far from alone in this fancy-pants apartment complex. Nay, as the thin brunette tossed herself into awakeness by turning over in the soft sheets, she noticed that, not only was she in a full-sized bed located in a bedroom, but the empty spot next to her was.. still warm. Sitting up in the warm, comfortable bed, the white comforter pulled taut under her arms to conceal her torso modestly, Birdie cautiously studied the room around her. Okay, so there weren't a) posters of the Playmates' knockers hanging from every available piece of wallspace, b) an extensive collection of Slipknot albums, or c) any dead pets in uncleaned tanks or anything. Alright. So, thus far, whoever Birdie had humped the night before passed her most basic tests. Now.. she just had to figure out who the hell that was.
After several minutes of absolutely racking her brain, it came to her. Or, rather, Birdie caught sight of the My Morning Jacket poster on the back of the bedroom door.. and it all came flooding back to her. Fuck... the Walsh kid. More specifically, Adrian ~"Rian"~ Michael Walsh. Despite his adorable Indie-chic aura, irresputably fantastic taste in music, and beautifully metrosexual sense of fashion, he was still kind of a Class-B epic D-Bag. Which, admittedly, was better than being a Class- A D-Bag... but still. Not by much. He kept.. being, like, really cool, and making Birdie want to spend a whole ass crap load of time with him, and then he'd say something stupid and mainstream like ~oh of course I want kidz~ or whatever, and Birdie would lose all respect and admiration for him, and then he'd change the subject to Sufjan Stevens' Christmas album, and she'd fall in platonic like with him again.. and it was just too confusing for a simple country girl like Birdie Nora Quinn.
And now, apparently, everything was just going to get more confusing. Because Birdie just had to be a humanoid and have hormones that made her want to mate with the piece of absolutely adorable hot ass that was Rian Walsh. So.. yeah. That was going to be awesome and fun to deal with. No, it wasn't. That was sarcastic. Anyway, after managing to ponder over this for several more minutes, Birdie eventually pulled herself together enough to throw on the dress she'd worn the night before, take her shoes (and mind you, it has to be really effing cold for Birdie Quinn to bother wearing shoes. Just saying) in one hand, and tip toe out of the room, in hopes that maybe whathisface Walsh wouldn't catch her sneaking out.
No success. Of course. Instead, as soon as Birdie exited the bedroom, she ran literally head-on into the man, and, for once in her life, had nothing to say. She stared blankly up at him for a while, cleared her throat, and eloquently stuttered out, "So.. something smells good. Did you make breakfast?"
