DE SILVA, roxanne satine

[roxie]

roxanne satine de silva.

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/ i want to voice this out loud

full name. roxanne satine de silva
stage name. roxanne de silva
nicknames. roxie, rox, satan
age & dob. twenty one & febuary twentieth
gender. female
sexual orientation. bisexual
career. tv/film actor
hometown. new york city, new york


/ it's therapeutic somehow

height. five foot six inches
eyes. dark brown
hair. dark brown
build. thin but athletic
distinguishing features. heart shaped birthmark on her back and two tattoos on each wrist one that reads "je t'aime" (i love you) on the right and "je vous hais" (i hate you) on the left.
play-by. naya rivera


/ so i'm moving to new york

loves. sex, clubs, attention, anything french, dancing, laughter, sleeping in, arguments, the color red, great wine, foreign films, lingerie, traveling, classic hollywood, marilyn monroe, fearlessness, shakespeare, expensive furniture, fireplaces, candles, twilight (the time of day not to book/movie), mac cosmetics, working out, coffee, high thread count sheets, stiletto heels, the sea, fast cars, oversized sunglasses, sushi, dark chocolate, her mother, blue eyes, valentine's day, the news, romance
hates. bugs, country music, clingy people, fake tans, bottle blondes, plastic surgery, mid size sedans, unnecessary conversions, suburbs, crying (both her own and other people's), being cold, boredom, silence, pink, greasy foods, her father, losing, not getting her way, the idea of getting old (or fat), feeling unimportant, being ignored
quirks. when roxie is really really pissed off she'll start going off at people in french, she believes that sex is the solution to everything (sadness, anger, joy... everything), roxie hates silence to the point that she has to sleep with the tv or music on because the silence makes her so uncomfortable it keeps her awake, she plays with her hair constantly while she thinks things out (especially decisions)
aspirations. to become a sex symbol, to become an icon, to live a life full of passion, to see every country in the world
secrets. she's deeply afraid of falling in love with someone, her first sexual experience was with someone nearly six years older than her at the time
personality evaluated.
as the saying tends to go, if you looked up the word "intense" in the dictionary there might just be a picture of roxanne de silva. most people assume that her constant need for passion and sex and arguments and attention are some kind of an act but to one degree or another roxie de silva has always been this way. obviously sexuality was not an issue in roxie's early childhood but she was in constant and sometimes desperate need for attention. her father was always incredibly busy with his career and her mother was always incredibly busy with her social life and without any siblings roxie turned to doing strange outlandish things in pursuit of both attention and affection from anyone she could get it from. it started with simple things, getting into trouble on purpose, making large scenes everywhere she went, but as she got older roxie turned sexuality to get the attention she so craved from others. if her parents, especially her father, payed her little mind and so she turned to other people to validate her. she wears a constant mask of security and sensuality to keep people from seeing just how much she thrives off of them and in one sense or another needs them but the truth is that there is some part of roxie that is incredibly insecure.

part of what makes roxie seem like she has it all, is her parents money which she spends with no reguard and the fact that she has so much makes people believe that she needs nothing least of all them. that of course is exactly how roxie wants it. she's always been afraid that if she lets people see how much she needs them then that gives them the power to hurt her so with nearly everyone roxie feigns indifference while all the while praying that she doesn't push them hard enough that she pushes them away. thankfully for roxie, most people have the tendency to want what they can't have and so the more aloof and detached roxie makes herself out of be the more that people give her exactly what she wants. however, sometimes just their affection and attention isn't enough and she often times turns to getting a rise out of them just to prove to herself that they care about her. roxie will essentially pick a fight with anyone she thinks cares enough to fight back with her simply because it gives her the same validation as their adoration does.

however, there is a side to roxie that no one really knows, occasionally there are fleeting glances of it but like a true actress roxie keeps only small parts of who she is in the character she's created for her life. the truth is that roxie can be a genuinely nice person, she cares more than she lets people believe, and she's deeply affected by nearly everything and everyone around her. however, she's somehow convinced herself over all of this time that she is only worth the need that others have for her and so that's exactly how she lives her life, in constant pursuit of that validation. thankfully, if there's one thing that roxie needs just as badly as she needs attention it's her career. she wants to thrive in this industry and more than that she wants to be remembered and so with the same passion and conviction that she pursues the attention of others she pursues the attention of hollywood and almost no one that knows her even remotely doubts that with her brand of tunnel vision that she'll get anything less than exactly what she wants.

/ i've got issues with my sleep

father. thiago de silva , fifty , owns the a foreign imports company.
mother. lisette de silva (formerly moreau) , fourty, park avenue wife.
siblings. none.
pets. none.
other family. none.
history evaluated.
most people assume that those who marry for money are doomed to be unhappy, that they never loved their spouses in the first place and that love can't grow from something so shallow. however, if that is in fact the rule the exception would be lisette and thiago de silva. if the name de silva seems familar to you that's probably because it is. though most people can't pin point it off the bat anyone who's grown up in one of the many large us coastal towns such as miami or manhattan or who've been to one of the country's major airports such as o'hare or lax has seen boats or trains labeled "de silva imports". de silva imports was a company started in brazil over seventy years ago by thiago's grandfather and the company has flourished and is now one of the largest imports companies in the world. so it comes to no surprise why a beautiful french dancer who had literally nothing to her name and was easily swept of her feet by a man that powerful. yet despite the accusations of the people surrounding both lisette and thiago over twenty two years and a beautiful daughter later the marriage has flourished and has even turned to what most people would call love.

a little over a year after her parents were married and after the pair had moved to new york city lisette gave birth to the couple's first and only child, a little girl named roxanne satine. she had her father's dark looks and her mother's natural grace and she was as healthy and beautiful as anyone could hope their child would be. however, the de silvas never really stopped to think that perhaps with the schedules they both had, thiago with his family's company and lisette with the social scheduled she'd adopted after moving to new york that maybe they weren't ready for a child. however, they were quick to figure out that having a baby was far more demanding than they were prepared for and that's one of the many reasons that they never chose to have another child. for all intensive purposes little roxie was raised by hired help, nannies and housekeepers were her constant companions and the first handful of years of her childhood were very young. for whatever reason roxie always blamed her father for this as if somehow his power and money kept her mother (whom roxie adored) away from her. the truth was that neither of her parents were very attentive but in her little brain roxie made her father the bad guy.

thankfully once enrolled in school roxie was a good deal happier than she had been because she now had the companionship of her school mates. however, when she came home from school she was back to being lonely and unattended to by anyone except people that were payed to do so and at a very early age she started lashing out and doing outlandish things to get her parents attention. though in school her teachers never had a problem with roxie the moment she got home she would break expensive items, get into things that were forbidden to her, throw temper tantrums everytime her parents were around, and did anything and everything she could to make the hired help have to call them when they weren't. she was starved for attention from her parents and willing to do anything to get it.

as a child roxie was enrolled in a long list of extra curricular activities in order to keep her out of the house and give her an outlet for all of her obvious energy. everything from dance lessons, music lessons, theatre classes, riding lessons, and anything else her parents or the help could think of. in that roxie found a love for performing, she wanted all eyes on her all the time and through performing she found that if her parents paid her no attention at least the rest of the world could. it was right when roxie entered high school that she discovered both her own sexuality and sex in general as a way to continue getting the attention that she needed. unfortunately, roxie's first sexual experience was at the age of fourteen with the college age older brother of one of her friends. she lied and told him she was older and from then on roxie categorized sex is yet another things he could do to get the affection and attention she needed from other people. roxie was always certain that she was attracted to both males and females, though she never had anyone to tell about and so in the same year roxie had her first girlfriend and began calling herself a bisexual.

in high school roxie was popular but she had a horrible reputation which was probably well deserved. however, despite her bad decisions roxie was very smart and did very well in school. her plan very early on was to move to california to act as soon as she graduated high school however, for whatever reason her father actually took a genuine concern for his daughter and said she wasn't aloud to move until she was twenty years old and so she spent two years in college in new york doing the exact same things she had done in high school, continuing to perform, sleeping with too many people, and starting incredibly volatile relationships. by the time she was twenty roxie essentially flew out the door and was on a plane to los angeles within two days of her twentieth birthday. luckily for roxie she had her parents to back her up and with nothing to do but audition she's started a small semblance of a career for herself and though she remains virtually unkown and still very much stuck in her ways she's never been happier.


/ christmas came early for me

alias. jessa
years of rp experience. um fiveish-six
other characters. none, yet
how did you find us. my favorite person in the world suggested it. <3
roleplay sample.
it's prettier here: z7.invisionfree.com/FSAHC/index.php?showtopic=761

it was one of those days, one of those rare days where avery scott couldn't get out of her own head. normally a line or a shot was there to keep her from over thinking but for whatever reason avery was sober and remained that way most of the morning. it was ten am when avery woke up in her oversized bed, a bed that was ten times the size of the squeaky cot like thing that she slept on in london. of course, her way of keeping it was the same; sheets half off the bed exposing the mattress underneath, a load of pillows of various sizes, and a comforter tossed in a corner somewhere. however, this particular bed was a huge upgrade. from the moment aves woke up she was thinking, she wondered momentarily where cherie was but after walking in that room one too many times to find some model or half witted bloody actress naked there beside her avery had taught herself to stop checking. cherie would find her once the parade of naked women was gone. the more that avery thought about it, the girls, all those bleeding girls the more unsettled she became and finally she'd had enough. aves got up out of her bed, threw on the first outfit she could find which in classic avery scott style was a pair of black jeans, a gray t-shirt so worn that it was almost see through, and a pair of boots that made her look more like she was going into to battle than going for a smoke.

avery got out of the house that she shared with her band mate rather quickly, pocketing her cigarettes, a lighter, and her keys in one swift motion before heading to the door. if cherie was here and if in fact she did have company the last thing that avery wanted was to know about it and so she left. the house that avery and cherie shared was very much a reflection of who they were, of course they had tried living in an apartment like everyone else in los angeles but playing music at all hours of the night and the constant partying just lead to far too many complaints from on very obnoxious landlord and this house tucked in the hills was their alternative. avery made her way down the downward slopping road that lead to their home, a mayfair cigarette hanging from her lips. her head was still spinning, spinning around cherie, and music, and record executives, and her past, and cherie again. she couldn't keep any of her thoughts straight but unlike most people avery didn't talk it out when there was too much on her mind, she just waited for it to pass. honestly, talking about your feelings was a very american notion anyway, one that aves was sure she was never going to adopt. there were too many substances to push those things back she didn't need the people around her playing therapist.

trailing down the middle of the empty road avery tried to push any thought of cherie or who she slept with out of her head. it wasn't like aves didn't do the same things, she shagged whoever she wanted to and never apologized for it so she couldn't very well fault cherie for doing it. the situation was all to complicated, avery had had feelings for cherie since the moment she met her. first of all, it was damn near impossible not to fall all over yourself for her and the fact that the matter was that cherie knew aves better than anyone in the world. they were kind of perfectly matched in a slightly twisted way. yet avery was not willing to lose her band for one and she was definetly not willing to lose cherie over something as fucking stupid as her ridiculous attraction to her. so instead avery focused on anything and everything else, she thought about kimya and how much she had changed from when she and cherie had first found her. she thought about her parents and wondered how they were. despite the fact that aves never really got along with them they were still her family after all. yet no matter what she thought about her subconscious thoughts kept creeping up on her and so after two and a half cigarettes she gave up and headed back into the house. maybe she'd be able to write something with all this pent up need she had.

back inside their home avery grabbed a electric blue acoustic guitar mounted against the wall in the living room and carlessly flopped down on their couch. she absently started strumming various chords, waiting for brilliance to strike her. if this was the day she was going to be having she was going to need to be completely fried and fast.

[han]