BARDEM, DASIA CECILY

[dasia]

dasia cecily bardem.

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/ i want to voice this out loud

full name. dasia cecily bardem.
stage name. dasia bardem.
nicknames. das.
age dob. twenty-four, march twenty-first.
gender. female.
sexual orientation. heterosexual.
career. tv/film actress.
hometown. tel aviv, israel.


/ it's therapeutic somehow

height. 175 cm.
eyes. blue.
hair. brown.
build. lissome.
distinguishing features. lips, facial structure.
play-by. rosie huntington-whiteley.


/ so i'm moving to new york

loves. painting, baseball, new york, stand-up comedy, wicked, fairytales, old films, criminal justice, horror films, high fashion, neatness, travelling, relationships, scandals, hot yoga, sleeping in, dark chocolate, americanos, croissants, accents, france, the coast, the supernatural, lingerie, cigarettes, old cars, macaroons, the iphone 4, curry, comic books, fashion, mechanical bull riding, community, childish gambino, skivvy bars, russia vodka, extravagance.
hates. heartbreak, the paparazzi, girls without respect for themselves, irresponsibility, being single, america, pick up lines, chinese food.
quirks. a serial monogamist, owns every vinyl by pink floyd, must sleep with her hair in curlers, right-handed but paints with her left hand, enjoys fixing old cars.
aspirations. be like olivia wilde and marry a prince, swim across the english channel, win an oscar.
secrets. suffers from high-functioning autism, has been married, in debt due to her deceased father.
personality evaluated.

dasia bardem is nothing if not fun. from nights spent out at the swankiest bars to impromptu trips to london for fashion week, she's as unpredictable as the sea. although she appears to be the typical socialite, she's anything but. even though she enjoys the spotlight, she also values her privacy. some days, she may be found out with other starlets, painting the town red, and other days, she may be found in the skivviest bar in the bronx, sucking on limes and noshing on greasy chips. she likes to keep things interesting, rather than exactly as most would expect. she's a complete comedian, especially when she drinks - she's a bit of a lightweight - and she's got a knack for fixing cars, something she prides herself on.

growing up with her three male cousins, she's very much a tomboy when she wants to be, but can also clean up spectacularly well. she's also quite open about her sexuality, something which can get her into a bit of trouble. in short, she knows the tricks of the trade and how to get exactly what she wants. in general, though, she doesn't use any sly maneuvers to get what she wants, preferring to be upfront about her intentions. there's nothing she hates more than someone who is two-faced. she's generally quite nice, though, and sometimes painfully so, doing things that most would deem ludicrous. that being said, she had a horrible grudge holding problem. if you do something to wrong her, she will remain angry until you've done something that's so spectacular that she can't remain upset any longer.

furthermore, she's a serial monogamist, jumping from longterm relationship to longterm relationship. she does have a problem with being held down, though. not that she doesn't enjoy the sweet honeymoon stage and all of that. she just cannot stand to be someone's "something", for she thinks it takes away her own freedom. thus, one of the reasons her relationships always end in the long run. whether it's a marriage proposal or the request to move in together, the moment anything that could hinder her freedom is brought into play, she will go running. she's quite a good girlfriend, though, spoiling those she dates and making them as happy as can be. she just can't handle anything big.

lastly, she can be quite a child. she doesn't deal with problems well and will often allow them to accumulate in her closet until she deems them dangerous enough to deal with or dispose of completely. it's in that sense that she's completely like a child, since she can be quite irresponsible. there are times, though, that she displays a maturity that few others can match. these times are seldom, though. she also adores working with her hands, whether painting - she's been known to make quite a mess with her paintbrush and watercolours - or fixing up an old clinker. her '67 camaro is also her child and her most prized possession.


/ i've got issues with my sleep

father. ronaldo markus bardem , sixty , french ambassador (deceased).
mother. elise miranda bardem (née nixon) , fifty-seven , sculptor.
siblings. n/a.
pets. steven , one month , black cat.
other family. n/a.
history evaluated.

born to elise and ronaldo bardem, dasia bardem always had a more than comfortable child. with a silver spoon in her mouth, she was treated in a way that most children could only deign to be. however, despite all of that, she was never satisfied. from the etiquette lessons she was forced to take to the art classes her sculptor mother insisted upon, dasia grew up learning about all there was to know. by the age of eleven, she had read dante's inferno and by fourteen, she had expressed her desire to attend harvard law. at a young age, it was quite obvious that she was a girl with many aspirations. growing up between tel aviv, paris, and new york, she considered herself to be a worldly, sophisticated woman - or more girl, given her age. but as time went on and she hit her mid-teens, those hopes and dreams and general beliefs fell to the wayside. dasia had become tired of the picturesque life she led. she wanted some sort of excitement, some sort of fun - a way to challenge herself.

and then, one day, she received exactly as she had wished, at the age of eighteen. with her father's health in decline - he was notorious for his love of cuban cigars - dasia had taken on a job to help support the family, although it was not required, and also to keep her mind off of depressing matters such as the ones she would face at home. with the help of her cousins, she had snagged a job as a mechanic and detailer, something that most found quite curious, given her family and general appearance. however, dasia loved it. she loved being able to use her hands for something. no longer was she just the pretty face from old money, but rather, a girl with a true talent, if one that seemed absurd for a girl such as herself. she was happy, though, working in the garage in brooklyn, listening to old rock with her cousins and inhaling the mixture of cigarette smoke, old leather, and gasoline.

but life was not as picture-perfect as she had believed. less than a year later, her father had passed, leaving her mother and herself in their jewel box of a penthouse. the apartment at 740 park ave in manhattan had become something of a mausoleum, with neither dasia nor her mother ever spending very much time there. but then, just like her father had been, her home was snatched away from her. dasia learned that her father had been involved in offshore dealings and other such illegal matters. what it came down to was that the family, the bardem family, that had once held such renown, was in debt. her mother, being the woman she was, delicate and yet, seemingly so strong, had fallen to pieces. most everything had been seized. the family had been relocated to a small loft in brooklyn, mere blocks from the garage that had become a second home to dasia.

time spent with her mother grew to be less and less until contact was cut off almost completely. it wasn't that dasia did not love her mother - she did, more than any other - but she could not handle having to be the parental figure. she could not handle having to take care of her distraught mother. although she continued to send any and all money she made, whether from fixing cars to modeling - something she had taken up on the side, thanks to a family friend - she had not made any direct contact with the woman that had given birth to her. and when the time came for her to complete her stint as a soldier for the israeli army, she had gone. she had given up her life of comfortable pleasures and she was happy with it. she was glad to once again be more than just a spoiled child. she wanted to prove herself to be stronger, to prove all those that had once believed her to be a soft, vulnerable girl.

at twenty-one, she had returned. her service had been completed and although she was still very much the same, she was also different. past pretenses had fallen away. she lived for the present and had very few reservations. that was why, at the age of twenty-two, less than half a year after meeting her then-boyfriend, she had gotten married. just a little over a year later, their divorce made the papers. he, a famous french director, and she, a victoria's secret angel, were splashed across the tabloids for weeks, reprints of their venomous text messages splayed out on the pages for all to see. their divorce was a messy one, fraught with nasty words and even nastier court appearances.

now, at twenty-four, it's quite a surprise that she's made her way into the acting business. as if all that she's been through hasn't supplied enough drama for her. however, whether her career soars or bombs is up in the air. with only the most recent installment of the transformers series under her belt, the probability of her succeeding, as she has in the fashion world, is slim, but as she has proven time and time again, she's a girl that doesn't let anything get her down.


/ christmas came early for me

alias. erin.
years of rp experience. dos equis.
other characters. felice van rensselaer.
how did you find us. an ad.
roleplay sample.

see felice's app. c:

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finally finished, if an admin would like to move this or sth. c:

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