RICHARDS, NORAH LYSETTE
Jan 15, 2011 16:48:43 GMT -5
Post by norah on Jan 15, 2011 16:48:43 GMT -5
norah lysette richards.
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/ i want to voice this out loud
full name. norah lysette richards.
stage name. norah richards.
nicknames. none really.
age dob. thirty | dec. 15.
gender. female.
sexual orientation. hetero.
career. tv/film actress.
hometown. bay minette, alabama.
/ it's therapeutic somehow
height. 5’5”.
eyes. brown.
hair. brunette.
build. slender, toned, athletic look with small stature.
distinguishing features. prominent cheekbones, slender face with rounded chin, slender nose, few freckles, burn mark on left wrist.
play-by. minka kelly.
/ so i'm moving to new york
loves. working for a living, seeing exotic places, her mother, motorcycles, trying new food, the ocean, animals.
hates. not knowing her father, traffic, aggressive paparazzi, having her life scrutinized, having to talk about life without a father, getting one-dimensional roles, men who ogle her.
quirks. big fan of chewing gun when on break on set, loves to twirl her hair around her finger, scrunches her nose when she laughs, loves to laugh often and will find any excuse to do so.
aspirations. wants to be recognized for a powerful role, wants to find her father, wants to gain fame in order to really speak out for charities and other humanitarian causes.
secrets. crashed a car into a pond when she was ten years old and never coped to it, spent her first few years away from home trying to be famous but when it failed she acted like it never happened. now that she’s finally being recognized she’s pretending as if the first time around never happened.
personality evaluated. norah is a very gentle person, someone you don’t usually find in this kind of business. she was raised with that kind of down home, southern charm and she plays off it quite often. she was raised without a father and as such has a really hard time trusting, or even connecting really, with men. she tries. she likes to think that she’s an okay flirt and she’s nowhere near inexperienced in the sexual department but when it comes to a full on casual or serious relationship, she has no idea where to begin. she’s one of those celebs you would see out with a different person every time you turn around because she hardly ever goes on a second date. there are times when she’s intrigued and could possibly feel something, but it’s that fear of the inevitable that keeps her from ever accepting a second date. not to say she’s unattainable. norah has only ever experienced one-nighters and that’s kind of the concept she applies to every chance meeting. she also applies that to her childhood. she grew up without a father figure in her life and as such has grown to assume that men are just chance coincidences. they’re not supposed to stay around for a lifetime because women can handle themselves when on their own. it is this mindset that also makes her job difficult. maybe television shows and movies focus around a singular focal point of love, and though norah can understand the kind of maternal love one feels for a mother, or mother to a child, she’s never had to feel that for someone of the opposite sex.
norah is a very giving person. one of the main draws to finally doing what she loves is the fact that with fame comes a kind of power that not many people can attain. the power of people who want to listen to what you have to say and can be influenced by you is very appealing to her. she wants people to hear her when she speaks and be influenced by the charitable cases she takes on. she’s a huge supporter of supporting your local aspca though she’s yet to get a pet after her recent move to los angeles. she also supports charities focused around helping children in war ridden third world countries where people of luxury could do the most good. basically she’s a supporter of any cause that she thinks is worthy and can make a change.
personality wise, norah is relatively quiet. she can be a big personality when the moment demands but she’s the type of person who just enjoys lounging around the house or going out for a run. she’s the type of person who has to stop and engage a person when they talk to her which makes her a bit of a draw to paparazzi. she doesn’t run away from a fight when she has to but she’s more of a conflict resolution type gal. loves a good southern feel to a home, and to life in general. she loves all kinds of animals and would someday like a ranch or something where she could really go back to her roots. all in all she’s the type of person this lifestyle could chew up and spit out. her fame is new and untested and all she really wants is to do something great and make a difference in the world. if that means dealing with ruthless people for a chance at that, norah wants to try.
/ i've got issues with my sleep
father. balthus “tiny” jasper cartham , sixty-seven , rockstar, but norah doesn’t know his identity.
mother. aria teresa richards , forty-eight , entrepreneur.
siblings. none.
pets. none yet.
other family. any family other than her immediate family is deceases. she doesn’t come from a long line of big families though she’s always wanted one.
history evaluated. this isn’t a fairy tale story. this isn’t one of those he saw her from across the room and immediately fell in love kind of stories. no, nothing of the kind. as does every story it starts with the parents. balthus cartham, also known as tiny, was a rockstar, not so miuch was as is. the man still to this day can belt it out on a guitar like no other. he wasn’t necessarily what anyone would call a good looking man. he had that classic british look to him what with the grungy clothes, long hair, and bad teeth, but he was famous. he was a member of one of the 70’s and 80’s leading rock groups and they were known for their infamous hits, immediate chart toppers, and of course their crazy touring and party lifestyle. just like any rock back touring around the states in the late 70’s they were prone to sex, drugs, and rock and roll. it was the anthem every rocker lived by and if you didn’t you were a puss or a square. if you wanted to be in, if you wanted to be cool, then you were one of those guys who woke up at six in the afternoon surrounded by beer bottles and naked women, went to whatever stadium you were singing at dirty and disgusting for a sound check that you were three hours late for, did the gig with all the screaming fans you could ask for, grabbed a couple of girls from backstage and ran off to the nearest club to get shitfaced. that was how balthus and aria met. she was a googly-eyed teenager fresh out of high school and off with her girlfriends to her first real rock concert, and he was just a guy who liked to get his rocks off with anyone who offered.
after their sordid night on the town, aria never heard from balthus again. she’d left him in the hotel absolutely ashamed of herself and that was the end of that…until three months and no period passed. it was there, at her first week of junior college, huddled over a toilet seat as her stomach emptied, that aria knew something was awry. one obscenely expensive pregnancy test later told her she was pregnant. aria knew the only way this baby could have come around and she kept it quiet. she knew what kind of a story this could be and she was terrified. late into eighteen, she was still a child, and she knew that she was in for one hell of a ride no matter what she decided to do. aria wound up keeping the child, naming her norah, and went about living her life as a single teenage mother. this meant juggling baby, school, and two jobs to keep everyone paid and fed, something that was beyond impossible for a girl her age. school took four times as long as it would have had she not been pregnant but that didn’t matter because aria was doing it on her own.
norah had been born just a short ten days before christmas in 1980. she was a tiny, quiet baby which was the one saving grace for aria. she raised her on her own though. after having been kicked out of her house by her morbidly catholic family simply for going to a rock concert, she knew she had no one to rely on other than herself. she toted little norah around as she waited tables, she rocked her to sleep in her cradle with her foot as she read the three chapters of anthropology homework, she did it all. aria had never needed a man either. at such a young age she’d tried dating once norah reached a babysitter appropriate age, but things just never worked and after five years of trying aria simply gave up. and it was that decision that kept norah from ever experiencing a father figure. norah didn’t mind it growing up, but she also didn’t understand it as a young child. it didn’t make sense why some kids had a daddy, or some lucky ones even had two, and she didn’t. but she had a mother who loved her and despite the hardships did everything she could to give her anything and everything she wanted. aria taught her civility and kindness in true southern fashion. she taught her about the kindness of animals and how they were healing creatures, etc.
when norah reached the age of nineteen, after graduation, she hopped on a bus to los angeles in an attempt to make it big. she had always been told she had a personality suited for television and she’d done pretty well in theater groups in school so she decided to take a crack at it. three years norah had tried to no avail to get a job, any job, in hollywood, and nothing ever panned out. her small parts were often dropped from the show and after a while people just stopped wanting to hire her. once she’d gotten down to the bare minimum of her savings, norah, with her head hung, returned home to bay minette to get back into the real world. she went to a two year college, majoring in business, got a job at a bank, and had worked there up until she was twenty seven. she’d saved and she’d cut coupons and she’d done anything she could to scrounge up the money, and she traveled one last time to los angeles in a “make it or break it” move to try one last time to get into the movie business. she landed a small role on a short film followed by a co-starring role in a straight to dvd foreign flick, and things had progressively gotten better from there. she has these big dreams of doing something great with this talent no one seems to recognize. since she’s older, but with the face of a child, norah hopes she’ll be able to make it and do the great work she knows she’s destined to do.
/ christmas came early for me
alias. carly
years of rp experience. 5-6
other characters. none.
how did you find us. ads.
roleplay sample.It was moments like these that almost made you forget how ill you really were. Least that was the case for Camilla Banks as she sat on the couch with her boys curled up on the couch with her, some movie or another playing on the screen. They didn’t have moments like this often. Usually Kaden would be too taken with his video games to even show himself anywhere else in the house and Evan was stuck to his side like glue. Something about this day just had changed all that. They’d spent time as the family they were, hanging out, playing games, Kaden had spent a good hour trying to teach Cam how to play one of his favorite video games but in the end they’d both given up in a fit of laughter. It was just nice to have something resembling a family again.
Things certainly hadn’t been easy on any of them in the time Noah was gone. The strain of being as ill as she was and being pregnant all at the same time had put such a toll on Cam’s body that regular every day things just weren’t all that easy. She couldn’t stand for long periods of time and she always seemed to be completely and utterly exhausted. It was as if Cam could feel the life in her body just slowly giving way and she hated it. She hated feeling this useless, this vulnerable, and it seemed like no matter how hard she tried to hide it, people still knew. It wasn’t just Cam that this was tough for as well. As usual, every time that Noah left Kaden became distant. Cam watched him close himself off in his room to simply play video games with little to no regard for the world around him and it saddened her. Even Evan seemed to have lost a little of that luster he always had in his eyes.
Dialysis had quickly become less and less affective. Slowly but surely the procedure was loosing it's power and wasn't giving her the kind of results she needed. She no longer felt as revived as she used to and she knew the reasons but she didn't regret them at all. Her baby was worth it no matter what the end result she would later have to deal with. The strain on her body was doing her no good but as long as the baby was healthy, Cam wasn't giving in. She was going to stay strong until this baby was delivered. She just had to. Illness, pregnancy, and her two boys all on a her back was starting to become more than she could handle. She was too proud to admit she needed help. Never in her life had she been as weak as she was now. It didn’t even compare to the days when she'd been stuck in her wheelchair. Something about this whole situation just made her want to hide it. Sure she’d told a person or two that she was more tired than usual but no one knew the extent of the hell she was forcing herself through alone.
Camilla simply didn’t know what to do to make everything better. She tried hard and she put that effort into doing things the best she could and doing the most random of things to bring a little light into those boys lives but it just didn’t seem to be enough. It made a day like today all the more bittersweet and Cam planned to enjoy every second of it. She smiled over at her boys who were intently watching the movie on the television. Somehow she wanted to make things better. Cam had known from the beginning that being pregnant now during this illness was, at the most, fatal to her. She'd put everything off for way too long and the end result had her in more of a pickle than she'd first imagined. All she could do was hope that something turned around. After all that had happened, Cam figured the family could use a little good news, a little good luck. Hell maybe they even deserved it. Cam and Noah's lives had been riddled with disaster after disaster, trouble after trouble. Who was to say that they shouldn't catch a little break every once in a while.