BELL, RUTH ELIZABETH

[ruth]

ruth elizabeth bell.

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/ i want to voice this out loud

full name. ruth elizabeth bell
stage name. ruth bell
nicknames. -------
age dob. twenty three, january the eleventh
gender. female
sexual orientation. straight
career. tv/film actress
hometown. liverpool, england


/ it's therapeutic somehow

height. 5'7"
eyes. icy blue
hair. long, a natural dark brown
build. slender and petit, fairly flat-chested, and an average hight for her build
distinguishing features. captivatingly cold blue eyes
play-by. taylor warren

/ so i'm moving to new york

loves. ".. Well, I love acting, of course. I enjoy being somebody else for a while, it makes me feel great to live another life, and know that it will give other people happiness at some point. ..What else.. Smoking, alright? Everybody has tried it, so don't even fucking judge. I love all things nerdy, harry potter is my life and doctor who.. don't even go there. i'm one of those kids that lived a double life at school. i was some kind of major socialite that carried some bestseller in their bag. I love old music, especially the 60's, It's been forced into me, since I come from Liverpool. And the 80's, blame my dad. My favourite colour is purple, and my favourite thing to eat is custard. I worship facebook, but i love to go out, but only casual things, like houseparties or pubs and stuff. One day, i would die for a vespa, or a convertable car. I adore my cat, Ezra. Don't call me a dick or anything, but I love whisky. I'm kinda addicted to science, i used ot want be a teacher, but i loved actng too much. Physics was the best science at school. Anything else... I love manners, i think theres nothing better than being polite, but i do get in a strop if people arn't respectful! So watch out, cause Ruth's on the case!"
hates. "I hate apples. Well, they are okay, but im allergic, so not so great. I hate all those cliche love films, which is why I can't go a month without 500 Days Of Summer. All that shit about loving you forver, and being somebody's world is hilarious. I slapped my first boyfriend for telling me that. It makes me furious.. I hate people that say their ugly. Its pathetic. Grow and accept who you are. I hate being ill, its boring. The smell of popcorn, and light rain annoy me. I hate sequins on clothes, and people who claim they are weird, or quirky. I dislike screamo music, but equally as much i hate when people are too narrow minded to be open to other music, and judge on a band name or genre. I hate makeup, which is why you'll probably always see me looking like a dick. I hate rudeness, and people not respecting women. Sometimes I get a bit too angry about this..."
quirks. "Quirks? Are you fucking serious? ...Gah... I love literature and words. I'm a bit of a geek. I only wear black underwear on fridays and i'm scared of ants? I have a habbit of ignoring people i dont care about, and plaiting stands of hair when bored. People say I'm theatrical and over the top, so.. loud? I guess?
aspirations. "Aspirations... I'd like to say i want to quit smoking.. But I don't. I want to be famous, preferably for a horror film or something! I just think it'd be great fun.. I'd one day love to have a child, but not right now.. sometimes i think i'd call the child John or Dianna. But whatever, every girl wants a family at some point. I want my career first, though.
secrets. "Secrets... I made out with my drama teacher at the Liverpool School of Arts to try and get my grades up? Don't call me a slut, bitch. I would just do anything to be famous. Plus she was pretty cute, definetly in the closet though. I have no problem with girls, just prefer guys by a mile. Maybe even two. Nothing really scandelous has ever happened to me? I dont know.. I once told everybody a guy in our school had lost his virginity to me, when he actually hadn't, i was just crushing so hard on him that i was completely insane. My life is boring.
personality evaluated. "People say i'm arrogant. The truth is, I'm just sure of myself, and what i think of other people. I hate nothing more than bitches who think they're great or freaks who think they're noting, and I'm not affraid to tell them I don't like it. People should find the middle, were your not too up yourself, or too shy. You should be happy with youself. People who have insecuritys don't get anywhere. I mean sure, you can worry about spots and weight if you want; but its not worth it. Plus, I know this is contradictory, but deal with it, cunt. I have scene kids. With like, some phycobitch passion. I think you you would outside looking like a raccoon that got beaten up by a rainbow, you should expect to be rejected or given weird looks. They need to get overthemselves, and if they don't I'll bully them to make them stop! Mwuhahaha!

Once I stop being angry, many people claim I'm quite a nice, polite girl. I say my please and thankyous, and I wouldn't intentionally hurt somebody. I love to give, and be kind. I'm really loyal, I've had the same best friend since, like, birth. If somebody I know is in trouble, I will undoubtedly go all mafia on that irritating bitch. And, the truth is, I probably would go maffia. With an italian accent and everything. I have a habbit of calling people ducky; this leads to being called some ninteenfiftees housewife. SO yeah, ducky. It's just that I don't like names, i think their even more demeaning than the idea of being a number. A name is nothing to do with you, its what you were born with, not what you became. People should go against the crouds, and do what people don't expect. I hope that pretty much sums me up! Three words? Polite, Theatrical, And Oppinionated ! Ahahahah..!


/ i've got issues with my sleep

father. Luke Bell, 53, Accountant
mother. Janet Bell, 41, Teacher
siblings. only child
pets. Ezra, A petit black and white longhaired cat
other family. None of significance
history evaluated. " I was born on the eleventh of January, to my amazing parents, Janet and Luke Bell. They had married after being introduced by friends at a party. My mum never ceases to tell me how hot he looked, or how good he was in bed. It's discusting. Genuinely nausiating. They both were born in Liverpool, like me, and I've never moved, apart from now. Liverpool is great, don't get me wrong, but theres only so much of that city you can take. As a kid, I've always been loud, I guess. I used to want to be a magician's assistant. But when I realised I was terrified of being chopped in half, and lets face it darling, who isn't? I focussed my attentions elsewhere. In school, I was one of those tripple threat kids. I loved to sing, and although dancing wasn't my strongpoint, I still tried! Acting is my thing, though. And like most kids, I started out in school plays.

When it came to college, I managed, and dont ask me how, to persuade my dad to pay for me to go to the Liverpool school of arts. They all pretty much worshipped The Beatles, though. I found it really hard to concentrate, as I had so much freedom, and the drugs and alcohol. I soon got over it, though. I graduated, and went travellling for a while around England. Well, I went to London. I stayed with an old schoolfriend, who went to the London univercity of Fashion. I auditioned for loads of new plays, and when I was eighteen, I got a part, finally! A very arty thing about society and life. It got great reveiws, and although I didn't star, it was good. I played a girl named Lucy, who was the deranged lover of the main character, Jack. It was weird, but I don't know, I must have gotten spotted, because next thing I knew, my agent was calling me up in the middle of the night.

It turns out my usuually undenyably shitty agent found me a job, and a lifetime oppertunity. I'd never been outside of the uk, and this starring role in an,even if small, exciting play in New York. My contract in that ended last year, and now I'm trying to get my foot in the tv world! It was a musical, really bad, but we don't tell anyone, do we ducky? I was a delusional girl clinging on to her childhood, who fell in love with an older guy, who ended up being murdered by the twisted ol' me. Ahahaha! We all love drama.. It was so fucking bad! Ahahah! Now, I just really want to be on tv. So much. I've been auditioning for almost everything, thought havn't been accepted yet. I will, though. You just wait..."


/ christmas came early for me

alias. Aimee
years of rp experience.
other characters.
how did you find us.
roleplay sample.

James woke up with a certain uneasy feeling in his stomach that morning. The kind a highschool kid gets on the day of a presentation had to be given, or the kind you get before meeting a new person. The true feeling, past all that, was the feeling of starting a new job, and that feeling was the worst of them all. You see, in James' line of work, appearances were everything. Deep in the back of his mind, voices told him the people wouldn't like him, his style, or even his stutter. Through mouthfulls of peanutbutter on toast, he muttered to himself they couldn't judge him on that, that it was discrimination. But he knew people did. People had discriminated him. Yet, he knew he had to continue. It was a job, and the more jobs he got, the more well known he would become, and his dream, the dream to be a world-famous stylist, maybe a designer! Would come true.

The venue was large, and somewhat cold in atmosphere. As he walked into the industrial-esque, modern building, James was greeted with a fresh faced, smiling girl who appeared a few years younger than him. He tried to keep the talking on his half minimum, as for fear of embarassing himself, but greated her with a beaming smile, and skip up to her desk. "James Archer, I'm th-the new costume designer." She smiled, and in a strong Canadian accent, replied a blatently scripted version of a few safety points, like where to go if there was fire, and when the canteen would open. He smiled, and took the pass she handed to him, with a small picture of his face and his name on. It was funny, and somewhat magical, how that peice of paper granted him access everywere!

James liked the dressing rooms very much. The walls were white, and without too much decoration, other than a a few chairs, and a table with a mirror on. There were two of those metal clothes rails in the corner, with a selection of ridiculously priced shirts, or trousers. There was even a rather unusual shiny purple suit James secretly planned on stealing, later. The team seemed nice enough, the makeup and hair girls were giggly and girly behind closed doors, but as a wirlwind of emotion burst in, they straightened out. A man walked in, he was attractive enough, James could tell that, even as a man. He had dark hair, and obvious asian origin. James smiled brightly, but the upbeat welcome, was soon found to be unwanted. This man was obviously having a tough day, so far. Gliding forwards onto his knees, so he was at a similar height as Hyun, James put his arm around his shoulders , and leant his head against his kneck. "Cheer up, h-hunny! I'm J-james, your new costume guy! W-whats wrong? He paused, and took in a deep breath, prepairing himself for his next burst of words "A-anything I can help with? I'd love t-to, you know! Anything at all.. b-but nothing.. too.. um...i f-forgot."

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