ROSS, christian anton

[melody]

christian anton ross.

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/ i want to voice this out loud

full name. Christian Anton Ross
stage name. Christian Ross
nicknames. Chris, "Chrissy" if you want to piss him off
age & dob. Twenty-seven. The sixteenth of March, nineteen eighty-three
gender. Male
sexual orientation. Straight
career. Crew member, screenwriter
hometown. Glendale, California


/ it's therapeutic somehow

height. Six foot one
eyes. Blue
hair. Brown
build. Athletic and toned
distinguishing features. Full lips
play-by. Andrew Cooper


/ so i'm moving to new york

loves. Writing, feature films, three-piece suits, dogs, advanced screenings, whiskey - no ice, "Entourage" (cause it's absolutely nothing like Hollywood in real life), boxing, amateur photography, his sister's movies, his father's movies, aviator shades, sunrises, Comic Con, real Italian food and runway shows
hates. Awkward silences, carrots, dealing with agents, cold days, drinking games, stupid fights, being late, being early, most sports commentators, romantic comedies, wax figurines (too fucking creepy), the price of gas, fast food, cheap shoes, candles and people who are really uptight and can't take a joke
quirks. Makes pop culture references in conversation, Writes with his left-hand - but does everything else with his right hand (yes, even that), Keeps a copy of Blake Synder's "Save The Cat" in his car at all times, Cannot resist a bet or a dare
aspirations. Become a famous screenwriter, get an A-lister to commit to one of his films, buy a beach house with his own money, meet the woman of his dreams, get to know his half-sister, start a family
secrets. Is a pretty good singer; Has an unhealthy obsession with clothes, thanks to his mother; Is a little bit of a homophobe (there's a reason for it though).
personality evaluated. Christian, or Chris, is incredibly chill and laid-back. He's always telling people around him to just relax, especially his family - they all lead pretty wild and crazy lives, so someone had to be the grounded one, right? There really isn't much that gets Chris worked up and he doesn't tend to overreact without a really good reason. When he drinks he can go insane, but that side of him fades away as soon as the hangover starts. That doesn't mean he doesn't get stressed or annoyed with people from time to time. A surefire way to know that you've pissed off this generally easy-going guy is when he starts yelling. Christian rarely if ever raises his voice and just wasn't brought up to be that arrogant, angry, frat-boy type person. He's civil to a fault and sometimes does the 'kill them with kindness thing' just because he knows it's a douchebag move to pull.

To be such a laid-back person who tends to avoid confrontations, Christian is an avid fighter - well, for recreation. He started boxing as a teenager in Italy to build self-esteem and hasn't abandoned the sport or the workout it provides ever since. He takes his physical activities very seriously and would have been a really disciplined athlete. While he gave up a dream of fighting professionally to appease his mother, Chris still has a competitive streak. Or ego. Whichever you wanna call it. He finds it next to impossible to back down from a bet - even a really stupid one. Christian, for all of his book smarts and private educations, can be extremely reckless just to prove he's got the biggest balls.

On a personal level though, he hates revealing intimate details about his life or his family to strangers. Christian is like a vault. Tell him a secret and it'll never see the light of day until you beat it out of him. Honestly, it makes him uncomfortable because he knows not everyone can be trusted. Since Christian can be a bad judge of character, it's actually pretty smart to hold onto personal information and whatnot until he has a better feel of the other person - this is especially true with women. If he's not ready to get personal, building a relationship can be like pulling teeth. But when he is, you know it. In work it's a little different. He'll open up for the sake of selling a script, but as soon as he's sealed the deal - that's it. To his dislike, he's similar to his cutthroat, slightly manipulative movie producer father in that business sense. Except don't tell him that.

/ i've got issues with my sleep

father. Patrick James Ross , 56 , retired film producer.
mother. Angela Nicola-Ross , 55 , owner and CEO of Nicola-Ross Clothing.
siblings. Zoe ___ Nicola , 31 , A-List actor.
pets. None, but he wants a puppy really bad.
other family. A 23-year-old half-sister
history evaluated.
Christian loves telling the story of how he was conceived, oddly enough. His father, a cut throat Hollywood producer with womanizing tendencies, and his mother, a sassy Italian fashion designer launching her dream company, were annoyed by his big sister Zoe - who was a spoiled and destructive 4-year-old at the time. To escape her regular temper tantrums, Mommy and Daddy Ross ditched Zoe with Grandma Ross so the couple could take a last-minute weekend getaway to Hawaii. The rest is history, as they say. Chris was raised a happy, albeit sheltered child in Glendale, California. The Ross Family were up and comers in the industry. But their star fell before it completely reached the top. When Christian was 7, an affair broke up their happy home. His dad who had gained prestige in the industry for being a strong producer (and quite the character) began to be blackmailed by a former mistress. He, Zoe and his mother - just like the rest of Hollywood at the time - was shocked and appalled by the news that he'd tried to pay the woman to not only leave LA, but to have an abortion as well.

While Angela never divorced him (and kept the Nicola-Ross name because it was becoming a well-known brand in fashion, finally), they separated for good. She took Christian and Zoe to her native Milan, Italy. Patrick faded away from Hollywood, his career unable to recover from the scandal, and moved to his native Seattle. The change was jarring at first for Christian. He eventually began to learn Italian and adjusted to the new culture around him. His mother's wealth and prestige made the transition easier in some ways. He started over as a relatively normal child and took up a strong interest in writing. In middle school however, he wanted to shake his "nerd" status. To do so, he took up lots of physical activities. But none stuck with him like boxing. He loved it and wanted to go pro. He got banged up from time to time though and his mother expressed her strong disapproval. His sister though was always supportive and encouraging.

When Zoe moved back to LA to pursue an acting career, Christian saw how disappointed his mother was that neither of her two children were interested in fashion. To appease her, Chris gave up boxing and after high school he became a part-time model. He was a "natural," according to folks in the industry and it was a nice way to make money, but he wasn't passionate about it. Christian got back into his writing as a creative escape - screenwriting, in particular - but never thought he'd make a career out of it. After being sexually assaulted at the hands of an aggressive photographer Christian quit modeling. Angela spread a rumor that Christian had really just been in a physical altercation with the man to prevent anyone in the industry alluding that Chris might be gay. Once Angela was done, the photographer's career was turned into dust and no one talks about what really happened. Especially Chris.

He lived off his mom from ages 22-24 after that, lost and confused about his life. He became interested once again in film after discovering Zoe had landed her first blockbuster movie and was making a name for herself in Hollywood. A few months later Christian moved to LA and lived with her while he began a real screenwriting career. She pulled some strings to get a director friend behind his first spec script, "Red, White and Black," a political thriller. It was sold in a matter of months - unheard of for brand new writers. Three years later and Christian has since wrote for a TV show, has one film in post-production and has just finished a new script he wants to pitch to some big name studios. He's made some interesting friends, enemies and associates: the most intriguing of them all being the ridiculously beautiful new actress Alessandra Zadian. Upon hearing his half-sister is also living and working in LA now too, Christian wants to meet her and extend a peaceful offer to get to know her. Until then, he's just been enjoying this new venture in life and hopes it never ends.



/ christmas came early for me

alias. melody
years of rp experience. 8-9 years
other characters. nope
how did you find us. caution, i think
roleplay sample.

The only thing more annoying than knowing when Tegan was lying, was when he knew that he knew these things. And that he'd probably never be able to get them out of his head. Cooper loved this ridiculous woman and it was a feeling you couldn't just wish away. Even when she was really pissing him off, like right now, he could never say that he didn't love her. That he didn't know her better than he knew himself. Tegan was almost like, a part of him and he didn't enjoy this feeling (the only thing he ever didn't enjoy this feeling) was when they were at odds with one another. "I don't deny that people want good things for me," he said haughtily, that arrogance she knew and loved easing back into the fray. "I just find it hard to believe that you aren't sick of me yet." This run-in was purely coincidental, but when you were avoiding someone, you didn't stick around for witty banter or a mini-press conference. You said hi, how is life, good to see you, later. I'm out of here. You got on with your day. And since Cooper firmly believed that Tegan was of the 'I love you, but I'm tired of you' group, he wasn't expecting her to still give a shit after he blew her off in that text. He thought he'd sent the message loud and clear. He had no problem with it. It was a group that he encouraged anyone to join who was tired of him. It was like Cooper Therapy and only did good things for the person seeking that vacation from his beautiful face and his captivating name. This group was recently led by his favorite sister, and Tegan's biggest fan, who was deadly tired of having to hear about all the intimate little details of his pending court case everytime she called home or stopped by for dinner.

Why couldn't Tegan be like his sister? Why couldn't she just say, 'I care about you, but I'm slowly backing away.' That was what normal did, damnit! "He wasn't great." Hmph. And now she had to go and ruin his perception that Neil Patrick Harris was a funny dude in person. Freakin', Tegan! As he listened to her go on some more about the ball, of course he'd noticed her strategic way of avoiding the topic of Will. They had to be screwing. There was just no other answer. They were at it like rabbits and instead of even going there, she was just going to avoid mentioning him all together. "I thought I was having a heart attack or something, I couldn't breathe. But it was just a panic attack." Okay... WHY the fuck did he admit that to her? He eyed Tegan suspiciously for a moment. "You're not going to freak out, are you?" Please, oh please, don't freak out. In an attempt to throw her off guard, he said under his breath. "I'm kidding." But, really, he wasn't kidding. He did have a panic attack. It lasted for all of about 30 seconds and in that time he really couldn't breathe, he felt like he was going to puke and a headache came from out of no where. He panicked, ran outside, drew the attention of a lady who claimed to be a nurse and when the feelings subsided, she explained that he'd probably just had an anxiety attack or he was feeling a lot of stress all of a sudden. Did he had a panic attack because he saw Tegan groping Will? No. It was just one part of the jumbled up puzzle. In all honesty, he should have never gone to that damn ball in the first place. And now, he was really wishing he would have just kept his big, fat fucking mouth shut. Why was that so hard for him? Why could he not shut the fuck up?

Okay, you know what? He couldn't even remember why he was in here. It was time to go and he wanted to make a graceful exit, even looked to the door when Tegan began to get upset about them being awkward and shit. Then he saw Penny perk up. Aw, shit. He couldn't run just yet. "Last time I checked, said ex girlfriend was the reason you shut it down at all, so... I would have figured that her surprise in your ability to follow through was a legitimate topic of discussion. My bad." At this point, he wanted to freakin' scream at her - "IT IS NONE OF YOUR BUSINESS!" Even if he DID shut it down for her initially, it was no longer all about her. Had she even thought about her before she just started ranting about being shut out and claiming that it was her right to know or even ask about what was going on? Ugh! A million times, ugh! Then she started to get confused and played the time game. He couldn't even remember at this point what he'd done seven days ago and like everything else he'd failed to get across to Tegan right now, it didn't matter.

As she continued to babble and ramble, he sighed deeply and ran his fingers through the unruly mop of curly hair on his head. He slid his hands back down his face and waited until she was done. With everything. "Even though the site is still down so I'm under the impression that this big, romantic Holden is buried somewhere under... your new beard." He had a fucking beard? Cooper ran his hand over his chin now, self-conscious about the five o'clock shadow he'd been growing. He didn't think he looked good with facial hair and tended to shave it somewhat obsessively. These days, he found the action needless... until now. He stopped thinking about his beard and how much he didn't like having one, to tune back into Tegan's rant in just enough time to hear this jewel: "It seems to me that if anyone should be allowed to ask about it, it should be me... and if anyone should see it... well, that should also be me, shouldn't it?" He immediately began to burst her bubble.

"As difficult as this is going to be to wrap around your head, Kanye, taking the site offline may have started because of you, but it didn't end that way. Other things happened. Things that were not romantic. Things that did not - " He gasped! "Have to do with you. Brushing you off with a 'Butt out' is a lot nicer than saying, 'Your head would explode if you knew how far removed you are from my problems.' So excuse me for not bowing down to your mighty Aphrodite pop star ego and keeping intimate details of my life from you. Next time I'm getting my balls busted by your entourage, I'll be sure to call you first and clue you in so your feelings don't get fucking hurt." And then it hit him. Junk food. He was here to get junk food. And the faster he could get it, the faster he could get out of here. "I need a Coke," he mumbled under his breath and turned away from Tegan to make a beeline for the freezers.

[anna]

hi! everything is perfectly fine, i just wanna check if alexa's already approved of this considering it's her requested character. if she already has just let me know & i'll be happy to accept!

[anna]