PURCELL, destiny hope

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destiny hope purcell.

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/ i want to voice this out loud

full name. destiny hope purcell
stage name. destiny purcell
nicknames. des, dessy, etc.
age & dob. twenty one. twentieth august.
gender. female.
sexual orientation. straight.
career. tv film actor.
hometown. manchester, united kingdom.


/ it's therapeutic somehow

height. five foot, two and a half inches.
eyes. chocolate brown.
hair. dark brown, long, naturally wavy.
build. small, fit, slightly curvy.
distinguishing features. tattoo behind her ear in chinese, translated into 'destiny'.
play-by. vanessa hudgens.


/ so i'm moving to new york

loves. singing, dancing, music, acting, dramatic and musical roles, non alcoholic parties, sleepovers, surprises, ice cream, modelling, summer, boys, sex, alcohol, parties, the occassional tablet, england, shopping, friends.
hates. responsibilities, being overly mature, bad style, being tied down, getting in trouble, having no money, thai food, disappointing people she loves, boring people, overly quiet people, fakes.
quirks. only drinks water or apple juice with breakfast, needs to walk on the inside of the sidewalk, quirks an eyebrow when she's confused or thinks something is weird.
aspirations. to get somewhere in the singing or dancing or acting world, to conquer her fear of motorbikes, to find her fairytale ending.
secrets. her mother is dead, thought she was lesbian a couple years back and had a girlfriend for six months.
personality evaluated. destiny is easily one of the most complex girls you will ever meet in your life. only a few people outside her family manage to figure her out, manage to get what she's really feeling. she tends to not let people in easily. even when they think 'oh i know her inside out' more than likely, they don't. destiny just lets them think they do so they don't try to pry further, to find out who she used to be. i guess you could say she was untrusting. kind of. she did trust, quite easily. she just couldn't trust anyone enough to let them know what a horrible teen she used to be.

although she's full with deep secrets, dessy doesn't let it worry her. she is perhaps one of the most carefree people you'll ever meet. she's one of those spur of the moment people. lives in the moment, not for the future or consequences. people often love this about her. she's carefree and will do almost everything and anything. but some people confuse that with guts and fearlessness. on the contrary, she has fears. most of the time she's afraid to do all the crazy things she does. she only does them if she's more than half positive it's safe to do it. punishment? pft. she couldn't give a damn what the consequences were. worst that could happen was she'd be expelled. but she was a role model student, why would the school kick her out?

des is an absolutely sweety. really and truly. cute too, like a young child. with her big brown eyes and giggle, she's enough to make the most sour old man bite his tongue. not only with looks was she cute but also personality wise. she acted like a small smile in some situations, but not in an annoying way. just in a way that's make you smile and say awh. she has the tendancy to be to be too sweet. she will always put her friends, and even strangers, before her. she wants them to be happy first, even if she's unhappy to do whatever it is that makes them happy. then she'd work on making herself happy.

but don't cross destiny. she is a sweet girl, and even though she barely snaps, it can happen. depending on how bad you piss her off, she may just snipe at you or if you did something majorly bad, she may resort to physical violence. and don't let her small height and light weight fool you, she can pack a punch.


/ i've got issues with my sleep

father. darren garrett purcell, 55, music producer.
mother. felicity darla purcell, 54, dead.
siblings. elliot farrell purcell, 28, actor.
cale derek purcell, 26, actor.
brock callum purcell, 26, actor.
ashen germaine purcell, 24, actor.
pets. none.
other family. none of importance yet.
history evaluated. being the fifth child of a family didn't sound so bad, especially since the next oldest is only a year older. but when you're the first girl, it may have its complications. felicity and darren had no idea how to deal with a daughter. as a baby, all ine and dandy. same with a toddler. but once they'd gotten to seven and then the teenage years, those years would be trouble. right?

twenty-first of july, nineteen ninety-one; destiny hope purcell was born. she was the first born girl, but the youngest of five. she had her mother's brown eyes, and as she got older, people said everything else was of her mother's. except the dark hair. felicity had naturally blonde hair, while darren had the dark hair. so her looks were mixed from her parents. but her face looked nothing like theirs. the shape, the cheekbones, the teeth; they were unlike any that belonged to the rest of her family. but she was a beautifully unique daughter, one that felicity and darren adored. not to mention she was the youngest and only sister who was overly protected by her four older brothers.

growing up was something that destiny thoroughly enjoyed. she was the apple of her father's eye, and he taught hr the art of music from the tender age of six, so he had something to share with her. he taught her piano and guitar. he also hired a private vocal coach for her to start singing. there was no need for anything for her to bond with her mother. they had a mother-daughter bond so strong, so rare. but she had told her young girl about dancing. felicity was beautiful ballet dancer and ballroom dancer. she was young and beautiful and as graceful as a gazelle. men her envious of destiny's dad, because of how lucky he was to have a wife as special as felicity. but anyway. felicity had shown destiny videos she'd not shown to anyone but darren. when her mother was younger, she had been into hip-hop; street dancing. at the time, destiny never really understood them, but she certainly enjoyed loved to watch her younger and rebellious mum.

when destiny was twelve, her entire world was flipped upside down. felicity was riding home from work on her motorbike on a late thursday night. per usual. but some hoodlums, drunk, had stolen a truck. felicity was driving one way up the road and she could see the truck coming towards her. she didn't think anything of it considering both vehicles were on correct sides of the road. felicity was going a little faster than usual to get home. destiny was feeling very sick very suddenly, and chandler had called their mother to tell her. all of a sudden, within the blink of an eye, the truck swerved and knocked felicity thirty feet back off her bike and she slammed into the middle of the road. an ambulance was called by someone who had been walking down the street at the time; who had seen the entire incident.

a sick destiny arrived in hospital the morning with the rest of her family to see what felicity's condition was. they learned that she was deteriorating quickly and wasn't going to make it. destiny was in her mother's arms when she passed away, curld up beside her with tears flooding her face. she was still, after two weeks, violently sick. everytime she'd seen her mother in hospital, she'd feel like someone had just poisoned her. she'd get old sweat on her forehead. she'd go a ghostly pale colour, she'd be shaking and often would run to the bathroom to go throw up. her father wanted to get her into hospital, but insisted she wasn't going until her mother died. the day after, they'd returned to the hospital. not only for destiny to get checked out, but to see felicity one last time. in the morgue. twelve year old destiny was mortified as reality struck. this was it. there was no more mum. ever.

after that, destiny turned to her music. at thirteen, she already had a wide vision of the world; of life. she knew you had to treasure it, life was precious, and she learned there was a fine balance between life and death. anything could disturb it. inspiration had come from her childhood, all things good and bad. all about her happy family, her mum and those unbearable two weeks when she suffered. destiny eventually recovered enough to get a life back. school; was boring as usual, but her friends were her rock. they brought her back to herself. her brothers and herself had stuck together, and the dilemma had made them even more protective of destiny. brought the five even closer than they were before. probably the only good side of feliciy's death. destiny then found those old videos of her mother dancing. it brought tears to her eyes, but hse knew what she wanted to do. she wanted to do street dancing like her mother; for her mother. so she learned her mum's routines before finding more modern move and entering competitions. but with illegal competition came illegal people. at only fourteen, she lost her virginity in a drunken one night stand. yes she was drunk, and seductive, at only fourteen. as a result, she became pregnant. uh-oh. but got an abortion as soon as she found out, making sure no one else found out, including family. so she started growing up as the whore; the slut. why people still loved her, she still doesn't understand. maybe because she was still a good person. a good person i the wrong crowd. hell, she even got a tattoo at fifteen, once again, while she was drunk. one of those "tramp stamps."

at fifteen, he father put his foot down. the whole family need a clean slate. the two twins, brock and cale, were already convicted of crime and just finished a seven month sentance. the next ashen had, like destiny, become a major partier and manwhore. evan was also like ashen and destiny, but seemed to be the worst of the three considering he was seemingly always high on pot or cocaine or something. their father seemed to be the only one with a straight head. they had to get away from manchester. so they flew to london, cambridgeshire to be exact. where nobody knew them.

destiny, though wanted to get away from her family. to regain some freedom. so she moved to heathington in hertfordshire, an arts academy. everything was all good there. She majored in theatre, dance and music; a triple threat. After graduation, she got snatched up by a agent from Hollywood. Destiny was on her way to Tinseltown.

but no, nothing was that simple. destiny got caught up in the whole world of celebrities. well not being starstruck or anything, but she was a bit young to be doing this; she didn't really know who she was, and it got to her with media and the such. so her father flew her back to manchester and she lost her status as a celebrity and three years later, she's back in hollywood after starring in a couple advertisements and a couple of minor roles in television and movies, nothing big. but she could be big, if she put her head to it. so now she's back to L.A., flying between her home there and another small quaint apartment in new york when she gets work there.


/ christmas came early for me

alias. eve
years of rp experience. a bunch.
other characters. none yet.
how did you find us. i knew you when you started silly c:
roleplay sample.

in all honesty, destiny was expecting him to be late. by him, she meant riley. he had a tendancy to be late at times. but still, maybe it'd be different this time. maybe he'd get up on time, maybe he'd get to the park time, maybe they could hang out on time. she looked at the time on her phone. fifteen minutes late. nope, there wasn'ta hope in hell that he was on time and she had the strangest feeling he was going to be beyond late this time. she could've been at home right now, taking her time getting ready and still being with her two year old son, beau. she loved that boy so much and after she was pregnant with him, everything went on hold. she didn't go to university for a further education. she stayed at home to be a full time mother. her father said he'd fund her for now, he had money to spend anyway. and she lived in a small apartment by herself with her son. but her brothers were in the same apartment block so family was always near. and then she had all her friends to help out and keep her company. being a full time mum wasn't fun at times. all your friends and family were working or at school and making a life for themselves while she was at home, being the best mother possible.b it made sense though, considering she was the reincarnation of the titan leto, who was the goddess of motherhood and all. and no doubt, she loved being beau's mother. he was a darling and had a great personality. he had her big brown eyes, but had a mop of wavy blonde hair on his head, from his father obviously. he also had olive skin like his mother, but his face shape resembled the father. and who was the father? a hook up from when des was that kind of girl. she couldn't even recall his name, but could picture him perfectly. he left town before she could tell him that he was a father, and she didn't have his number or any contact, so she was a single mom. one who could be with her son for an extra couple of minutes if she knew riles was gonna be late.

destiny's outfit was quite casual, for her anyway. she used to be so glamoous twenty four-seven. she needed perfect hair and erfect make up and the most stylish of clothes on and to be on trend with the most amazing clothes. but she didn't have time for all the shopping anymore, nor did she have much time to go out. she decided this morning that it was just riley. she didn't need to impress him. she didn't need to wow him with gorgeous hair or spectacular make up or standing out of the crowd with great clothes. sure she liked to look good, but jeans would do. of course jeans would do, but hey, she was in the mood for something a little girlier than jeans today. her son would never undertsand the complexities of girls fashion problems. unless of course, he grew up fashion conscious and knew how to dress. ooh, that'd be nice. but she wasn't going to force him into anything. if he showed an interest in anything as he grew, up he'd let him try it out. because that's what mothers did. anyway, today she slipped on a nice shirt and belt, so she looked quite dainty. she sat on a park bench, glaning at the time on her phone every couple of minutes, although it felt like hours. she felt self conscious when people watched her sitting there on a bench by herself. seriously, she looked like a prostitue waiting for someone, or so that's what dessy thought they were thinking. she jumped a little when she felt her phone vibrate in her hand. a message from 'riley the smiley c:' yes, destiny had cool nicknames for almost everyone on her phone. she was cool like that. she read the message, then smirked. quickly she replied 'my god riles, you're such a suck up. its almost an hour now and you're not here! love you too and all, but you'll have to make it up to me! :c xx' she wasn't really angry, nor was she impatient. she was just really bored waiting here in the same spot. she was having that dilemma where you think 'ooh i'll go somewhere for a minute' but then you think 'ahh they might come in the time i'm gone and i'm not here so i can't go!' oh destiny.

she'd now gotten to the point where she didn't care what people thought of her sitting here for about an hour. she'd gotten a couple of weird looks from the people who'd also been in the park for as long as her but were doing something. she was tempted to ring smiley riley up and tell him off for making her look like such a loser. but she went against that, as he would show up. he wouldn't dare show up one of his besties, especially not mommy purcell. she was a young mother, she could be hormonal when she wanted to be. she glanced around the park, and her eyes lit up when she seen her smiley riley frowning, obviously because he couldn't find her. oh she would make him pay. she stood up and wiped the smile off her face as he finally spotted her and walked towards her. she kept that straight face, and at his words, she just quirked a questioning eyebrow. "uhm, i could riley. like now," she never called him just riley, ever. always riles, or smiley riley, or smiles. he was a smiley chap, and the name suited. but uh oh, he must've thought he was in for it now. thank god for dessy's acting classes for five years! or else she wouldn't be pulling this off. she poked his chest. "you better have a good excuse for being, what? an hour late?" she crossed her arms over her chest and looked him straight into those blue eyes. but then a smile cracked on her face. damnit, her cover was blown. "i know, i'm never angry with anyone really." she laughed, greeting him with a hug around the waist. "so how are you, smiley?" she beamed at him. awh, she loved her friend.

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