DIRBY, GISELLE PAIGE
Apr 12, 2010 6:50:08 GMT -5
Post by drea on Apr 12, 2010 6:50:08 GMT -5
giselle paige dirby.
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/ i want to voice this out loud[/s] ,, small dogs ,, new experiences ,, fast cars ,, expensive things ,, being pampered ,, older men ,, being difficult ,, reading ,, snooping ,, sunny days ,, warm weather ,, sunflowers ,, bff's ,, girl's night out ,, sunsets ,, the beach ,, swimming ,, romantic men ,, dancing ,, ballet ,, boho trends ,, flirting ,, apple juice ,, any fruit juice for that matter ,, football ,, basketball ,, any sport she doesn't have to participate in ,, being a tease ,, making guys work for her ,, smoking ,, drinking ,, hard partying ,, attention ,, paparazzi ,, fans ,, signing autographs ,, strawberries ,, anything strawberry flavored ,, strawberry shortcake[/ul]
full name. giselle paige dirby
stage name. gigi paigely
nicknames. gigi, gumby (only friends call her this for her long body)
age & dob. twenty-three && may twenty-fourth of nineteen eighty-six
gender. female
sexual orientation. straight
career. tv/film actor
hometown. tampa, florida
/ it's therapeutic somehow
height. 5'9"
eyes. blue
hair. dark blonde/light brown, armpit-length
build. giselle is a tall, thin girl with long limbs - a perfect ballerina build. she's got a small chest and a small butt, but this girl has legs for miles.
distinguishing features. her babydoll face. her face is youthful and vibrant which makes makeup an unnecessary accessory. gigi's bright eyes and innocent smile also give her a "southern belle" look.
play-by. mischa barton
/ so i'm moving to new york
loves.
hates.
quirks.
2. changes her outfit at least two times a day
3. goes to sleep with the radio on
4. eats a lot of "finger foods" (i.e. - fries, pizza, burgers, etc.) with silverware
5. she has meds for almost everything. headaches, menstrual aches, stomach pains, nights she can't sleep, nights she need to stay awake, you name it. she takes medicine at the smallest sign of discomfort/ailment.[/ul]
aspirations.
2. appear on the cover of The E
3. get a house on the beach
4. have a daughter
5.
secrets.
2. she's scared of commitment/long-term relationships
3. she went to rehab for doing drugs and has been clean for one and a half years
4. she claims to hate children, but she secretly wants a little girl of her own...but doesn't want to get married[/ul]
personality evaltuated.
[ AMBITIOUS ! ] && [ BITCHY ? ]
giselle is what most people would call "cutthroat". she knows what she wants and she goes after it. nothing is too big for her and for her the sky is the limit. like every other actor out there, giselle wants to make it to the top. but what sets her apart from most of the others is that she's willing to do whatever it takes to get there. whatever it takes. it doesn't matter if she has to backstab a co-worker or sleep with the director of the latest blockbuster film; if it snags her the part then you can bet your boxers she'll do it. of course her assertiveness has also earned her the ever-so-admirable title of being a bitch, which she just may be. but hey, just because she looks out for herself, could give less of a damn how her actions affect you, and plays by her own rules doesn't make gigi a bitch...does it?
[ PARTY GIRL ! ] && [ ATTENTION WHORE ? ]
there are two sides to gigi paigely: there's the mature, professional actress who believes that early is on time and always rehearses her lines. then there's the wild party girl who's motto is: go hard or go home. when she isn't on the set, you have a pretty good chance of finding giselle drinking herself to amnesia at a nightclub. she's no stranger to alcohol, sex, or one night stands. just keep her away from the drugs because the girl's been clean for over a year and she's not trying to have a relapse, mmkay? oh but you better believe that miss gigi craves the spotlight, whether or not she's on the party scene. and if she can't get in the gossip mags for a hot new role she's landed, then she'll be satisifed making headlines for indecent exposure while drunk or some other stupid thing. so don't be surprised if you see gigi paigely's name in the tabloids tomorrow. because she's determined to squeeze her way into the limelight and get her name publicized. after all, the media loves drama.
[ HIGH MAINTENANCE ! ] && [ SHALLOW ? ]
fellas, if you want to end up with miss dirby over here then you'd better make sure you've got a shitload of money because this girl doesn't come cheap. she's into all the latest trends, the hottest fashions, the fanciest restaurants and the fastest cars. she's not a gold digger and she won't hunt you down just for your money, but she definitely expects you to some appreciation. and of course i mean through spending. likewise, you'd better make sure you keep yourself looking fresh and together because a rising star just can't afford to be caught in public with some grimy pedestrian. the primary thing that matters to her in a guy is appearance. if you don't have the looks (or if you're too short), she won't look at you twice. oh but she just loves talking to ugly girls because she just looks explosive next to them! but of course that doesn't mean she hates the pretty girls either; a beautiful girl's gotta have beautiful friends, right? so yes, you can say she's shallow. go ahead, everyone does. will she agree? of course not! the way she puts it, she has "a refined sense of what good culture is."
[ FLIRTY ! ] && [ HEARTBREAKER ? ]
gigi is a huuge flirt. there's nothing she enjoys more than being a tease and leading guys on. in fact, it's her favorite pastime next to shopping. and of course she doesn't take into consideration the effect it has on these poor guys or how many hearts she may have broken because it's all just a game to her. besides it's not like she really met anyone worth opening up to yet. and even if she did meet that special guy, this girl is so freaked out by commitment and so focused on her career that she would probably see right through him and keep on walking. anywho, although giselle loves to flirt, that doesn't mean she'll let anyone just waltz into bed with her. that would be making it too easy -- and where would be the fun in that? she's the kind of girl that likes playing games with guys. messing with their heads and teasing them, letting them think they got her one minute and have them scratching their heads the next. she's the girl that would set up a hot date only to bail, then come back the next day with an innocent smile and well-thought of excuse and ask for another chance. but hey, that isn't to say that she won't let loose every once in a while and let some hottie at a party go home with her.
/ i've got issues with my sleep
father. jason anthony dirby , fifty five , film agent.
mother. shelly dirby , fifty three , artistic director of allezjo dancers/allezjo school of ballet (ah--lay--joh).
siblings. andrea shomen , thirty , business manager
pets. roofynol & codeine (roofie and cody for short)
other family. none worth her time
history evaluated.
- shelly and jason dirby gave birth to a vibrant baby girl on may 24 of 1986. giselle had been three weeks early, but hey, at least she was healthy.
- naturally gigi was enrolled in dance classes when she was four. it wasn't like her mom was trying to force it on her anything. it was just one of those things where you can't help but to get your kid involved in the things you love. it just so turned out that gigi actually liked it, so she stuck with it.
- growing up, gigi was always second best to her older sister andrea. it seemed like andrea could do no wrong. she got (almost) straight As in school, stayed away from the boys, helped out around the house and always stayed on top of her studies and extracurricular activities. what did giselle like to do? party and good off. she was a B-C student but it wasn't that she was dumb, she just didn't apply herself. she was the rebellious one who always got into trouble for doing stupid shit or for not doing anything at all. her parents pushed her to be "more like her sister" but it just didn't work out that way. gigi was always outshadowed by her older sister and she would often find herself competing against her for attention.
- giselle's parents figured that since she was so talented in dance and loved it so much that she would want to go to a dance conservatory for college. but gigi had other plans. true, she loved dancing but she didn't want to commit her life to it. so instead she went to college for journalism.
- giselle got into modeling at the beginning of her sophomore year, just as something fun to try out with a friend. she didn't think much of it at first and got a few small gigs here and there. but when her modeling began to pick up, she took more of an interest in it. gigi dropped out of college halfway through her junior year to pursue her blossoming modeling career.
- she was successful on runway for two years, but she wasn't completely happy. her agents were always riding her ass about her weight and she fell into unhealthy eating habits to help keep her weight down, something she still struggles with today. gigi became more and more stressed out and began taking prescription pills, even turning to harder drugs like coke. at first it was a way to relief stress, but it soon grew into an addiction.
- she was caught in 2008 when she was found unconscious on her living room floor after a hard night of celebrating her 22nd birthday. alcohol and coke were found in her system. luckily the doctors were just barely able to revive her, but gigi was ordered to be sent to rehab. naturally, this made the tabloids. how often do you get to see a runway model go off the deep end?
- gigi spent six months in rehab before she was finally released in november of that year. she decided to stay low for a while, out of the spotlight, to get her life back in order and figure out what direction she was headed next.
- she finally decided that she would leave modeling behind and try her chance in acting. in january of 2010, giselle began to ease her way back into the spotlight but to her disappointment, found that it wasn't easy.
- she's landed a few small supporting roles here and there, but nothing big. giselle is determined to strike it big in the industry and she's willing to do whatever it takes to rise to the top.
/ christmas came early for me
alias. drea
years of rp experience. about six years
other characters. i hid them in my invisible box o:
how did you find us. it was an ad...on....somewhere... -fail- >_<
roleplay sample.
The alarm went off at exactly eight o' clock a.m. A low groan rumbled beneath Rome's pillow and his hand clumsily searched for the clock until it found the snooze button and gave it a hard whack. He didn't have to be up so early since it was only Sunday, so he had no classes. Correction. He did have to be up early, but it wasn't for class. It was strictly upon his girlfriend's orders. She and Rome, though mostly her, had planned to meet up for Sunday breakfast, a tradition she loved to honor. Sometimes it would just be the two of them, and others they would gather with the rest of their senate buddies and all go out for a group brunch. But today it would be just the two of them. Oh and of course her best friend, Sabrina Salwart. Roman sighed heavily from under his pillow. Having to get up this early on a Sunday to go to breakfast was bad enough, but having to deal with Sabrina Salwart this early was more than he was willing to handle at that moment. Sometimes he wondered how the lovely Ms. Monroe and the rebellious Ms. Salwart even met. They just seemed like such an unlikely pair. 'Suck it up Rome. All you gotta do is let them talk and have their girl moment, and you just sit there eating your pancakes like a good boy.' Sometimes he just felt so used.
With another sigh, Roman pulled his head from underneath his pillow and squinted at the bed across the room. Judging by the lump in the sheets, the steady rising and falling of the covers, and the loud snoring, his roommate was still sleeping. Lucky bastard. Roman yawned, shook his messy bedhead and rolled out of bed. After taking a shower, he pulled on the clothes he'd picked out for his outing: black slacks, black dress shoes, and a plain white shirt with a black vest pulled over it. Nice and classy, yet simple and casual. There was no way the girls could find any fault with his choice of clothing. He raked his fingers through his hair then smoothed it down with his hands. Throw on a nice silver necklace and his silver Rolex and bam, he was ready to go. And still with thirty minutes to spare since he didn't have to be there until nine. So, to pass the time, he checked in on his ball python. Rome gently lifted the snake from its tank and draped its body around his shoulders, with his hands still holding the snake's head and tail. "Hey Sam. Still looking beautiful girl," he cooed, using a soft voice so he wouldn't wake his roommate. He held Samantha for a few more minutes before he finally returned her to her tank. It was now 8:40. May as well leave out now.
Roman grabbed his keys and his Blackberry before leaving the dorm and quietly closing the door behind him. He walked to the parking lot, found his black Dodge Charger and hopped in. He revved up the engine then headed off to the Beverly Hills Hotel. He drove inside the gates and pulled in front of the valet. Rome tossed the guy his keys and walked around the hotel's main entrance to a private walkway on the side, which led directly to the Polo Lounge. As he neared the patio, he could see that almost all of the elegant white-clothed tables were full. Soft jazz music floated from inside and hovered in the outside air. It was a beautiful day, he wasn't much in the mood for sitting outside. Besides, they'd already reserved a table inside. Sure it may have seemed odd that even though they hadn't stayed in the hotel, the three of them would be dining in one of its main restaurants. But that was the benefit of being senate and having a crapload of money. Okay and maybe the fact that his stepfather worked there helped too, but of course Rome would never admit that. He felt low enough having to rely on his stepfather's position to gain benefits, and admitting it aloud would only add salt to Rome's injured pride.
He stepped onto the patio and crossed through the rows of tables to enter the Polo Lounge from its sliding door. When he stepped inside, he was instantly greeted by upbeat jazz music, the savory smells of breakfast, and a smiling waiter who greeted him by name. Well last name at least. It was only professional to stay formal and stick to 'Mr. Love', as weird as that may have sounded to Roman. The waiter escorted him to an empty table and, with a friendly smile, left. Rome pulled out his phone to check the time. Only five minutes before nine and he was still the first one there. If he was lucky, the girls would be there at least by nine thirty. Rome sat up in his chair and calmly scanned the room, looking for any sign of his female accomplices. Boy was he looking forward to this conversation. Too bad it was still too early to distract himself with alcohol. But hey, if it meant seeing his girl then it was all worth it. At least he hoped.
With another sigh, Roman pulled his head from underneath his pillow and squinted at the bed across the room. Judging by the lump in the sheets, the steady rising and falling of the covers, and the loud snoring, his roommate was still sleeping. Lucky bastard. Roman yawned, shook his messy bedhead and rolled out of bed. After taking a shower, he pulled on the clothes he'd picked out for his outing: black slacks, black dress shoes, and a plain white shirt with a black vest pulled over it. Nice and classy, yet simple and casual. There was no way the girls could find any fault with his choice of clothing. He raked his fingers through his hair then smoothed it down with his hands. Throw on a nice silver necklace and his silver Rolex and bam, he was ready to go. And still with thirty minutes to spare since he didn't have to be there until nine. So, to pass the time, he checked in on his ball python. Rome gently lifted the snake from its tank and draped its body around his shoulders, with his hands still holding the snake's head and tail. "Hey Sam. Still looking beautiful girl," he cooed, using a soft voice so he wouldn't wake his roommate. He held Samantha for a few more minutes before he finally returned her to her tank. It was now 8:40. May as well leave out now.
Roman grabbed his keys and his Blackberry before leaving the dorm and quietly closing the door behind him. He walked to the parking lot, found his black Dodge Charger and hopped in. He revved up the engine then headed off to the Beverly Hills Hotel. He drove inside the gates and pulled in front of the valet. Rome tossed the guy his keys and walked around the hotel's main entrance to a private walkway on the side, which led directly to the Polo Lounge. As he neared the patio, he could see that almost all of the elegant white-clothed tables were full. Soft jazz music floated from inside and hovered in the outside air. It was a beautiful day, he wasn't much in the mood for sitting outside. Besides, they'd already reserved a table inside. Sure it may have seemed odd that even though they hadn't stayed in the hotel, the three of them would be dining in one of its main restaurants. But that was the benefit of being senate and having a crapload of money. Okay and maybe the fact that his stepfather worked there helped too, but of course Rome would never admit that. He felt low enough having to rely on his stepfather's position to gain benefits, and admitting it aloud would only add salt to Rome's injured pride.
He stepped onto the patio and crossed through the rows of tables to enter the Polo Lounge from its sliding door. When he stepped inside, he was instantly greeted by upbeat jazz music, the savory smells of breakfast, and a smiling waiter who greeted him by name. Well last name at least. It was only professional to stay formal and stick to 'Mr. Love', as weird as that may have sounded to Roman. The waiter escorted him to an empty table and, with a friendly smile, left. Rome pulled out his phone to check the time. Only five minutes before nine and he was still the first one there. If he was lucky, the girls would be there at least by nine thirty. Rome sat up in his chair and calmly scanned the room, looking for any sign of his female accomplices. Boy was he looking forward to this conversation. Too bad it was still too early to distract himself with alcohol. But hey, if it meant seeing his girl then it was all worth it. At least he hoped.
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