ROUSSEAU, OPHELIA URSULA

[ophelia]

ophelia rousseau.

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/ i want to voice this out loud

full name. OPHELIA URSULA ROUSSEAU
Despite her father's insisting, her mother was a true Shakespeare fanatic (and English woman) who refused to name her anything other, aside from characters' in Shakespeare literature. Her father heartily protested, but 'doth does protest to much' her mother challenged him every time, and ultimately her father was not present at her birth. Her mother, stubborn woman that she was, named her daughter what she pleased anyway. 'Ophelia Ursula' and what a pretty name it is too. Falling into step (no less because he adored his wife), her father read her pieces of Shakespeare every night. By age two, Ophelia knew she was born for the stage. Now, her mother had not planned on that!
stage name.OPHELIA URSULA ROUSSEAU
Why would she change her name? Her name is one of the 'original' stage names, she'd never take another.
nicknames. LIA
Occasionally, someone has to the audacity to call her "Lia." Ophelia does not approve of nicknames.
age & dob.FEBRUARY 28, 1983 - 27
As a child, Ophelia never understood why she had a birthday on a leap year. What did that mean when it wasn't a leap year? Didn't she have a birthday anymore? It was unbelievably frustrating as a kid, but her mother still threw a large soiree at the end of the month. She was spoiled, and never denied it. Though as she got older, Ophelia realized birthdays were for children to enjoy. She didn't mind celebrating only every four years, she pretended that she was much younger than she was. Not that Ophelia minded aging. Ophelia viewed age like good literature. Fine literature lasted forever, you may find it boring to read in school, but eventually you appreciated it with age, it made you wiser, and you admired it.
gender.FEMME
sexual orientation.PANSEXUAL
After traveling the world with her parents, Ophelia has found that you cannot judge a person on their gender. Gender roles are outdated, unspecified, and they vary per country. Stepping into a country (of course, it varies per country), it could be like unleashing a new world. She has long learned you must judge a person by their soul. You must look beyond the beauty on the outside, but what lies on the inside.

career. UNKNOWN WORKING TOWARD FILM ACTRESS.
hometown. JOHANNESBURG, SOUTH AFRICA.
Born in Jozi (Johnannesburg), her father originally commuted for a business deal. When the company took off, they asked for him to stay a year. Her mother refused to say in Kent alone (she wasn't going to give birth to their baby with their mothers - no way in hell), so she flew to Jozi as well.



/ it's therapeutic somehow

height. 5"9
eyes. Hazel
hair. Black
build. A tall gal, Ophelia has always towered over the other girls in school. Straight, yet strong build with square shoulders, she is all long and lean lines. Ophelia has a ballerina frame, thin and petite, but surprisingly tall. She took many classes at a prestige ballet school. She's not very curvy, but Ophelia has a toned body with small breasts.
distinguishing features. She has strong facial features, and fantastic cheekbone structure. Her jawline is elegantly cut.
play-by. Zoe Saldana


/ so i'm moving to new york

loves.
apples, bumble-bees, cauliflower, doritos, eel, french, goya, horses, instruments, jambalaya, kids, love, men, "no" (the word), operas, politics, quesdillas, rodeos, spaghetti, tuscany, uganda, washington d.c., xoxo, yellow, zebras
hates. cheaters, liars, flashing lights, fighting for no reason, crying, screaming, court rooms, driving long distances, unrealistic romantic comedies
quirks. chews on her thumb, bites on her lip, twirls her curls, laughs unusually loudly when she's happy, smirks when she's right (no matter how appropriate ... or not appropriate it may be)
aspirations. direct a blockbuster hit, have a successful home life and career, marry and have children, star in a film that she enjoyed making and is proud of
secrets. she slept with a married men (and fell for him), she dropped out of her prestige ballet school to follow the "guy of her dreams"
personality evaluated.

HUMBLE && BLUNT

Growing up all around the world has left its mark on Ophelia. She realized at an early age that she was much better off than others. She suspected that her father felt guilty for forcing them to poverty stricken lands, and that's why he spoiled them. Her mother saw it as a learning opportunity. She had learned quite a lot. Ophelia would never do anything for herself, if she knew that something similar would benefit another person. She's from a very wealthy family (her father was a diamond dealer), but Ophelia had always wanted to work. She had always worked. The last thing, Ophelia wanted to become was an heiress with a reality Tv show. She would likely fling herself off a balcony first. She never cared how many pictures of her that they'd take, although she posted for enough world magazines, Ophelia was happy being 'me'.

Yet to every light there is a dark, and Ophelia is not any different. She may be humble, but she's also distinctly honest. Typically this isn't a good thing, but Ophelia is perhaps too honest. She could often not remember, if what she said was good or if just 'good' in her relative terms. Ophelia rarely ever kept her mouth closed. She much preferred to voice her opinions, speak her mind, and say whatever it is that she pleased. She also was in trouble more often than not. It suited her though. Ophelia was nothing more, it not a troublemaker. She was, as a child and nothing had changed as an adult. Ophelia was a wicked trickster.

VISIONARY && TRENCHANT

Always a 'dreamer', Ophelia had never dressed down her goals. As a child, she knew she was destined for the stage. She never specified which one, but only that she would one day see it. Ophelia's mind always spun with the wildest dreams. She never knew which one to stop and think about. Though despite it, she was not a 'daydreamer'. During the day, her head was clear and she rarely thought of anything other than was head of her. At least, Ophelia tried not to. Her mother always told her, if you broke focus, then you're bound to muck it up. Ophelia had inherited her mother's harsher traits, not that she ever complained. Her mother was a woman to admire. Though, late at night, in bed Ophelia would dream of what would one day be. She liked to dream of the impossible, but also the sweetest escapes that she'd one day make.

Unfortunately when God gave Ophelia a mouth and a brain, he forgot the censor between them. Her snide and sometimes even, rude comments had left many people with their mouth open in shock. Ophelia had never found anything wrong with her comments. She was taught in school, "honesty is the best policy." Yet as she got older, people subtly told her that lying was alright. Ophelia loathed the idea and instead stuck to the childish fantasy that everyone preferred to know the truth. Apparently, if someone asked if they looked fat in the dress, you should always answer "no." She had not known that. Ophelia had been taught that honesty should be rewarded, not punished. Though, Ophelia never entered into any match unprepared. She knew the general population preferred 'white lies' over the bold true, but why should she appease them? Why teach nonsense to children, if they're only to turn into liars as adults?

LOVING && PETULANT

A very loving girl, indeed Ophelia had always a deep need to help her fellow man. It was perhaps this reason why she thrived in poverty-stricken countries. She could help those in need, and still live her own life. She has a "hero" complex. She loves to help those destitute, and in turn helped herself. Ophelia often could not help herself, and people saw this; took advantage of herself. Her caring nature vexed her many times. While she resolved to build a strong wall, she couldn't. She was still quite the sweetheart.

Yet all sweethearts are bound to have their flaws, and Ophelia is quite bitter. Her outlook on love just recently had become quite jaded. Her parents were good examples that love could withstand all obstacles. Ophelia believed that true love did exist, but she'd yet to find a prime example of it. A man, because it always a man had broken her heart. Her heart ached for him, but she'd grown wiser. In her naivety, she had believed his fairy-tales, romantic one-liners, because deep down, she was still just a princess who waited for her prince charming. Now, Ophelia knew better. Prince Charming just didn't exist.

/ i've got issues with my sleep

father. ETIENNE ROUSSEAU - fifty eight - diamond dealer
mother. SABINE ROUSSEAU - literature professor - fifty four
siblings. ROSALINE ROUSSEAU - model - thirty
pets. Simba - Arabian racing horse
other family. None.

history evaluated.

Born in Jozi, also known as Johannesburg, South Africa she gave her parents quite the shock!

Her father, Etienne was of French descent. He had lived in France most of his life. His family had been in the diamond business all of his life, and many centuries back. They owned many large (and small) diamond mines throughout the world. To say little, they were filthy rich. Some of their family was humble, others were smug, and some... were down right nasty. Etienne's parents were of the latter, and had taught their son any better. Etienne was a man of tall stature, boyish good looks, and he had an affectionate smile which never faded. He had fair skin, which burned easily in the slightest sunlight and bathed in sunscreen.

Her mother, Sabine was purebred English. Her mother could trace their family back to Queen Elizabeth I reign. They had had family in the royal court, nothing serious but a few minor Dukes here and there. It was all rubbish nonsense now anyway. Her family had grown up poor, and they'd had too many children with not enough money, but lots of love. They gave 'The Weasley's' a good run for their money. Sabine had long dark hair, fair skin which tanned easily, hazel eyes, and an all knowing smirk.

Before the birth of Ophelia, they had Rosaline. Rosaline was beautiful, blonde, blue eyes, and an affectionate smile like their father. She also burned unbelievably easy like him. They often said it was easier, if both of them just didn't go to the beach at all. When Ophelia was born, there was a moment of pause. The doctor wasn't sure if he should ask, Etienne to leave or whether this was deliberate. Ophelia was born with darker skin. It was not yet too noticeable, as babies don't immediately develop their pigment, but she was not as fair as them.

Immediately, the accusations flew. Sabine was not the type to commit adultery, but molds had been broken before. It was not until Etienne's mother visited, and she laughed at the situation that they were relieved of the situation. Her mother's mother's mother's mother, she only remembered because the story was often repeated, had been of darker skin. She whispered that the woman was a bastard, but she was allowed into the family's quarters because she was so fair. She just looked as if she'd had a tan all year. When they took Ophelia to a geneticist, he agreed (with a laugh) that yes, it was very possible. They had nothing to worry about.

Sabine and Etienne were quite embarrassed for their ignorance.

As a literature professor, Sabine had insisted on a name from Shakespeare pieces for their children's names. Ophelia's childhood was filled with Shakespeare and his grand adventures. Sabine often told her of Shakespeare. Her sister, Rosaline was always busy with her dolls. She was much more of a girl than Ophelia. Ophelia preferred to read literature. She left the doll-playing and dress up to Rosaline. Yet Ophelia knew she was destined for the stage.

Her mother insisted that her daughters receive "some character." Character could be given many ways, and they learned it from wilderness trips. During their stay in South Africa, they ventured into the poorer places and volunteered. Ophelia had never seen children with distended stomachs, because they were not allowed to watch TV. Yet she saw now, and she was happy to help. She helped whenever she was allowed, and ventured out into neighborhoods often. She felt safe, despite the unknown danger that she often stepped into.

When she was eight, they moved to India. Her mother opened an English school in the forest. She helped the more indigenous Indians learn English. In turn, they helped her learn the language. Ophelia and Rosaline also learned, and they soaked the knowledge up like a sponge. Rosaline started doing commercials, but Ophelia wasn't interested. She found that sort of work trivial. She was much more interested in the dancing. It was beautiful, and that's when she began her dance. Her parents found her a tutor, once Ophelia explained her enthusiasm and started her classes.

Ophelia danced and danced, she was a natural. When she was twelve, they moved to Moscow. Ophelia knew, she had found her calling as she watched the ballerinas flit on stage. They were elegant, poised, perfect. Sitting in her seat, Ophelia felt exhilarated. Clutching onto the edge of the chair, her feat moved beneath her. She had found the dance for her. Her father was not pleased. He knew that pointe and ballet ruined your feet, and it was a "make it or break it" career. If you studied for years, but they didn't consider you good enough then, you could only teach. It wasn't a heartbreak he wanted to put his daughter through. At first, Etienne told Ophelia it was a silly dream. Yet, Sabine wouldn't hear of it.

Vacationing in Paris, she took Ophelia to the ballet. When it was over, she introduced her to the composer. It paid to have money, you could pay anyone for a moment of their time. The composer introduced Ophelia to the dance instructor. He took one look at her lean lines and agreed to tutor her. It cost a fortune, of course but nothing was too much for her Ophelia. She was her special child, of course, her precious gift.

By eighteen, Ophelia was enrolled in a prestige ballet school. Her regular studies were soaring. She was an excellent student, her mother was a smart woman and brilliant teacher. Ophelia couldn't have been happier. She had thought her life couldn't have gotten better. Timidly, Ophelia begun dating. The school often preached that men and dance had no place with one another. It wasn't a rule, but they highly discouraged it. Ophelia hadn't any reason to go against it, but she was eighteen and still a virgin. She dated a man, he was handsome, roguish, and everything you could dream of. After a feverish night, she gave herself to him, and he never returned. Ophelia knew why they had that rule.

Graduating with honors, but not at the top of her class, Ophelia joined a Russian dance company. She was the only with a dark complexion, which mused many. She was not fussed by it. They had accepted her. She traveled with them for many years, and adored it. During her spare time, Ophelia still volunteered in poverty areas. She never lost sight of who she was. She rarely dated, and she suspected some thought she was a lesbian. She preferred to keep things simple, and her mind on the goal.

It was during a tour to L.A. that things became... complicated.

It was bound to happen, and Ophelia couldn't say her mother hadn't warned her. She had warned her and Ophelia had listened, she wasn't like other girls. Ophelia knew what men were capable of, she knew men were all about seduction, smiles, and showering with gifts. She had seen her father woo her mother, every time they fought. Ophelia knew that men were slimy salamanders, but oh, they were also wonderful! They were also Prince Charming, and they made Disney classics come alive! They said the most prepossessing words, and it made her feel alive, rapture, and beautiful! She never understood what her sister said, when she'd met a guy, because Ophelia felt beautiful anyway, but now she understood. She felt beautiful, even the roots of her hair felt like the damnedest, sexiest, and hottest roots in the whole wide world!

It was bound to happen. Ophelia knew she would fall in love one day, and he'd break her heart. She just hadn't expected it to be so... heartbreaking. Ophelia was not a fan of the romantic comedies, which were so disgustingly unrealistic. Sadly, she much preferred the ones with unhappy endings because they seemed more real. She was pathetic, but during this time she watched all the ones that she didn't believe in. They came alive, they seemed real, and later she hated herself for it. Was this love or infatuation? That it changed you? Molded you into this lovesick fool that it possessed you into someone, who you couldn't recognize?

He was a man all the women wanted, quite literally. He was the star of those nauseating romantic comedies. He'd read the scripts, and he knew just what to say. Those every line that he said to her, it didn't seem like a movie. It felt real. She hadn't cared that he was married, because he'd promised that the divorce proceedings had begun. They were just hush-hush because of his latest film. Ophelia had believed him, she loved him.

She had thrown her career away, and the worst part was, Ophelia had known it. She had known it the moment, she had flirted with him. Her fellow dancers had tried to warn her, and she'd laughed, said she could handle herself. She'd promised that it was 'nothing.' It was nothing, but not to her. She had moved to L.A. for him. He'd played her a fool, and she had little to show for it. No that wasn't true, she had a lot to show for it.

Ophelia had paparazzi at her door every morning. They followed her around like lovesick fools. She couldn't get them to leave her alone. She was publicly humiliated. She'd been called "whore, skank, slut" and a slur of many other derogatory things. Her name had been dragged through the mud. She was an adulteress. Ophelia had broken up a "marriage." She was in the tabloids that she never read, but always sneered at! How could he do that to her, but worse how could she had done that to herself?

She knew she was destined for the stage, but was it supposed to be the paparazzi's? Now that it's finally blown down, and she's cleaned up her own mess, Ophelia has decided to try her hand at showbiz. They wanted a piece of her before, well come and get her. Though beware, she's ready this time and she bites!

/ christmas came early for me

alias. Sara
years of rp experience. Seven.
other characters. None.
how did you find us. Caution.
roleplay sample.

Signing away his marriage had been much harder than proposing. That didn't make any sense. Wasn't divorce supposed to be easy. At least, wasn't supposed to be easy at the beginning? You were supposed to be able to sign away your marriage, and not look back. At least most people made divorce look like a breeze. Not that Oliver was used to many divorce his couples. He was Catholic, and his parents were even more devout than he was. Divorce had never crossed their minds let alone their lips. It wasn't never an option. They could work out any problem. Oliver knew their marriage had never been perfect, but they had strived to make it better, workable. They had lived and loved; that was what mattered. When Oliver signed his name it'd been a lot harder than any other moment in his life. Holding Emmie's hand while she gave birth to their child was easier. He could even witness Jasper's blue little face, and the doctor telling them to "prepare themselves," because they were sure he was a stillborn. Hunter could do it all again, because he'd known that would be okay. He wasn't so sure about this. Oliver wasn't so sure this would be okay.

Leaning back in his office chair, Oliver groaned loudly and sat up straighter. His back pained him, and he rubbed a hand over his spine. The springs from his chair dug into his spine, and he absently rolled his shoulders. He wouldn't return home to have her magical silky hands run over his tense muscles. Since their "divorce" (which wasn't yet final), Oliver was left to his own devices. He'd sulked into the guest bedroom of their beautiful home. It was the least favorite room of their house. Of course now, Oliver was free to decorate as he wanted but it had been decorate to please their parents. It was too frilly, too may flowers, and it smelled of Easter. It reminded him of his parents house. The mattress was too soft and the frame squeaked with each turn. He hated to think his parents (or hers) were having sex when they came to visit. The pillows were too fat, and he'd left his pillows in their bedroom. Oliver was still calling it "their" bedroom, because it was still "their" bedroom and "their house." It was just another thing they couldn't agree on. Oliver was willing to give her some things, half of everything which she rightfully deserved, but how could he give her half of the house? How was he going to give her half of Dork, and half of the kids? Some things just weren't doable. So after another sleepless night, Oliver was subjected to dozing off at the office.

Dozing off at work was the most interesting part of his day. They never got anything more interesting than someone hitting a deer. They were called out to access any injuries, take statements, and to make sure no passerby's were hurt. As a detective he was given "higher profile" cases like when some idiot kids teepee'd houses. It irritated him to no end. If they hadn't had Evan, Oliver couldn't even imagine his work schedule. He could be in a different country every day. Then he would really be hunting the "bad guys," not some stupid teenagers that he usually just scared the shit out of with one night in jail. There was no adventure in his life, not until he got home anyway. There were plenty of adventures at home. If Jasper wasn't trying to eat everything in site or paint the walls with food, then Evan was sprouting off new obscenities he'd learned in school. Evan had come to the age where he'd discovered sarcasm and talking back all the time. Unfortunately it was rubbing off on his little princess, Lucy. She looked up way too much to Evan and was a mouthy little hellion. He had more life, more "cases" at home than he did at work. It was unnerving to think this was what he'd subjected himself to. He could had the high profile life, but now Oliver lived mediocrity. He loved his children and despite his regrets, Oliver wouldn't trade them for anything. It didn't keep him from frequently wondering, could he have had it all?

Pulling into the driveway, Oliver sat in the front seat and watched through the front windows. He'd shut off the truck, headlights dimming and eyes focused on his family's activities. His mouth was fixed into a grim line as he studied them. Emmie bustled around the house, gathering all the children around the table. Jasper escaped waving around a fork. He had fallen in love with 'The Little Mermaid,' (much to Oliver's displeasure) and ran around screeching 'dinglehopper' every time he saw a fork. Leaning over the steering wheel, he watched Emmie disappear and reappear with Jasper in her arms. She looked positively anxious, but Jasper always had a smile on his face. The boy found the smallest things amusing. Resting his chin against the wheel, Oliver sighed. She had almost taken away his kids. What was he going to do then? Was he supposed to just forget his family and start over? He was Italian. You didn't just forget your family.

After sitting through dinner (what an event) and trying to be civil with Emmie, Oliver had decided he couldn't handle the headache anymore. He was wiling to offer his help with the children, but not if it meant listening to her nag. Oliver couldn't listen to that today. His day had been incessantly boring, and then to top it off Emmie was on a power trip. He didn't know what was wrong with her today. It was Evan's idea that they all live together post-divorce. They were going to try and remain as 'normal' as possible. Hah, if normal meant fighting all the time then why did they even divorce? Oh, well now he could have sex with whomever he wanted. The problem was Oliver couldn't date anyone else. It ate at him to think that Emmie could do the same. He knew the way, the men leered at her at soccer games or PTA meetings. It drove him insane, and to think that he couldn't claim his territory at night any longer, well that thought was chilling.

She assumed he was dating anyway, so why shouldn't he go along with it? Even if he was just going out with the guys. They usually had enough women around them to spare one for him. Oliver wasn't interested in women today. He had enough estrogen at home. After showering and changing into a pair of distressed light jeans and a simple shirt, Oliver attempted to creep out of the house. It was hardly for Emmie's benefit but more for the children. He preferred to let them believe that they'd one day get back together. It wasn't happening. He and Emmie were finished, burned to a crisp sort of 'done'. She had made it clear that she wanted nothing to do with him. Oliver was fine with that. Well, maybe not fine but he wasn't crawling back on his hands and knees. She wanted something that he couldn't give. This arrangement was... annoying, but it was what their kids wanted. They came first, that was the deal.

Shouting was a common occurrence in their household, but they had made sure never to bring it outside their bedroom walls. Well, at least they tried but it had been harder lately. It was harder to pretend that they weren't fighting, when every little thing made them fight. Like everyone else they had their bliss moments, but Oliver couldn't remember having one of those in the last three months. The last time he remembered one was when they'd slept together, and even that had resulted from a bicker. They could receive a gold medal at bickering and arguing.

Stopping dead in his footsteps across the lawn, Oliver's entire body went rigid. The cool night air made him shiver and he took a deep breath. Pregnant. The second time she'd told him, Oliver had been in such shock he hadn't known what to say. Yet it had taken him a full ten seconds before his face had erupted into a shit eating grin. Lucy was the only girl in the family, and she was definitely special. Jasper was a total surprise, which neither were sure how it happened. At first, Oliver wasn't pleased because they were still in couples counseling. "A baby won't make things better," the therapist had told them over and over. They stopped seeing her once Jasper was born. Jasper's birth had brought them closer than ever before. Yet it was still their imperfections which quickly drove them apart again.

'A baby... again?' He thought blankly. He was getting too old for this.

An elderly couple who were walking the dog paused in front of their house. Their dog barked loudly but they hurriedly tugged him along and continued to walk him.

"Sorry, sorry, my wife is just a little delusional." Oliver laughed brokenly and the corner of his lips twitched in a half-smile as he attempted to be friendly.

Did she always need to make such a scene? Quickly turning around, Oliver didn't give a damn if she fussed about walking through the grass. Screw the damn pathway. She could kiss his ass right about now. He just wanted to get to the bottom of this. They were due to have another kid. How the hell did that happen? Well, he knew how it happened but Oliver didn't know when. Wait, was it even his kid? That was a stupid question. She wasn't the type to do something like that. She may not go without a fight, but Emmie would never go so far as sleeping with another man. Moving across the grass, Oliver took a seat on the steps. Glaring up at her, Oliver blew out a harsh breath. What the hell was her problem? He could tell from the smug look on her face; she was so proud of herself. Well, how were they going to deal with this. Their house didn't have enough room with him sleeping in the guest room. They were crowded as it was.

"You sure it's mine?" Oliver asked deadpan and stood up so they were on the same level. Yet he was still slightly taller than her.

He met her gaze and asked in a low voice, "You know, Larry the Limber always has his eyes on you. Did he jump when he heard you were going to be single?"

Raising a brow, Oliver ran his eyes over her. She was still beautiful, even more so when she was angry with him. "So you're knocked up?" He frowned and sighed. "What are we doing about it?" .

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