MCCUTCHEON, bandit racquel

[bandit]

bandit racquel mccutcheon.

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/ i want to voice this out loud

full name. bandit racquel mccutcheon
stage name. bandit racquel
nicknames. none
age & dob. nineteen, october thirty-first
gender. female
sexual orientation. isn't exactly sure
career. tv/film actor
hometown. london, england


/ it's therapeutic somehow

height. 5'5
eyes. hazel
hair. blonde
build. slender
distinguishing features.
play-by. dianna agron


/ so i'm moving to new york

loves. laughing, smiling, dancing, singing, coffee, shopping, dresses, skirts, fashion, jewelery, boys, food, competition, butterflies, rainbows, believing in miracles, waiting for something good, scary movies, hanging with her friends, trying new things, believing in the impossible, doing things that scare her, being accepted, being known, being happy, adventure, getting her way, winning, making people happy
hates. being compared to others, being told she's wrong, losing, dirt, bugs, being labeled, being judged, close-minded people, getting hurt (physically and emotionally), seeing people upset, not being able to help people, crying, feeling like an outcast, abandonment, mexican food, not getting her way, clowns
quirks. she tends to twirl her hair a lot. she bites her nails when she is nervous. bandit tends to ramble about things at inappropriate times.
aspirations. to be the best there is. to have teenage boys and girls ask for her autograph. to just end up happy. finally, she wants to know what it feels like to fall in love.
secrets. she still has her v-card still securely in tact. she doesn't believe in god. she watched her best friend get killed and didn't tell anyone about it.
personality evaluated.

bandit is more or less a free spirit. she doesn't like to dwell on things that are not necessarily important to her well being. she doesn't like being involved in people's drama and she is typically the first one that will be there if her friends need a shoulder to cry on. bandit grew up in the theatre. not literally in a theatre, but close enough that she should have just lived there. from the age of three, her parents introduced her to the fine arts and signed her up in the local plays around london. from an early age, it became quite a passion for her and she took a love to it. even though she was cast in a whole bunch of different plays and musicals and whatnot, she never actually got a big head from it. she just sort of went with it, did her part, and went home happy. she didn't take solace in making other people feel bad because she landed a better role than they did. it simply isn't in her nature to do something like that. bandit is a genuine human being. she likes to laugh and she likes to see other people laughing.

there's not a whole lot of things that get her down. bandit likes to be happy and she hates it when she's not. bandit is most definitely a people pleaser. she does whatever she can to make other people happy even if that means getting walked on and used all of the time. typically, bandit isn't mean or spiteful in any way, shape, or form, but if she's angry enough and she feels that people deserve the darker side to her, she'll make them feel lower than dirt. when it comes to her darker side, it's not something she's proud of. sometimes, she's easily angered and she tends to take out all of that anger and frustration out on the people around her when she knows that none of them deserve it. bandit has been told she is relatively good at manipulating people, but of course, she doesn't see when she's doing that.

bandit doesn't necessarily believe in the bad most people see in the world. she sees the world as a beautiful place and that alone makes her naive. she hasn't yet been through anything too traumatic in her life to make her believe otherwise. her heart is pure and she's a good girl. probably too good. she likes getting herself into rather difficult situations and she likes to try and see if she can get herself out of them. bandit likes to do at least one thing each day that scares her; even just a little bit. risks are a vital part of her personality. she lives for the adrenaline rush it gives her and she's never disappointed. regret is not yet a word in her dictionary and she doesn't look back at things with closed eyes. she's a dreamer and a romantic.

/ i've got issues with my sleep

father. luka nicholas mccutcheon, thirty-nine, lawyer.
mother. claire bridget mccutcheon, thirty-six, pharmacist.
siblings. scout jacoby mccutcheon, nineteen, not employed.
pets. dakota rae -- husky puppy.
other family. none
history evaluated.

• born in the middle of the night on halloween. she's not the biggest fan of her birthdate, but she finds it neat in some ways.
  
• by the age of three, she was already in the fine arts program. her parents signed her up for every play they could possibly find. she was involved in child modeling as well.
  
• when she was five, her twin brother was diagnosed with cancer. she didn't know exactly what was going on. after all, she was far too young to comprehend it.
  
• upon entering high school at thirteen, she received word from her agent that she was wanted for a few tv shows in los angeles. so without hesitation, the family packed up and moved to the states.
  
• new york had a special center for her brother's cancer and she attended every single appointment that he had to go to. by the time they moved, scout and bandit had become extremely close.
  
• a few months after the move, bandit received her script for the television show she was cast on. she played the daughter of a rich family. it was almost like the cosby show.
  
• when she was fourteen, bandit knew that even though she loved acting, she wanted to be a normal kid and to go to school. so she begged her parents to let her go to school. they allowed it and she was entered in one of NY's school systems.
  
• by the time she was fsixteen years old, bandit had made quite the name for herself. movie scripts had been coming to her faster than she could organize them. her parents started becoming more and more distracted from her career and focused on her brother's cancer.
  
• at the age of eighteen, bandit witnessed her best friend, shelby, get shot and didn't report it to the police in fear that she would be the next target. it has been haunting her since.
  
• at the age of nineteen, bandit has made quite the name for herself and people around the world know who she is. she's wanted for her worth ethic because she does what she is told and doesn't fight the terms and agreements. as far as she's concerned, she's just worried about her brother and his progressing cancer.
  

/ christmas came early for me

alias. michelle. um.. number two?
years of rp experience. seven
other characters. none
how did you find us. MICHELLE posted an add in my caution thing
roleplay sample.

To be completely honest, Taryn had been dreading tonight all day. She just wanted to stay at the agency and do what she was good at; modeling. She hated dancing at night. The only thing Taryn liked about dancing was the fact that she didn't actually have to get completely naked. If she did, then she would have absolutely no respect for herself. That's not how she was brought up and really, she wouldn't have absolutely hated herself if she was naked. Luckily for her, she got to keep her underwear and stuff on. It wasn't like Taryn wasn't good at dancing, because she was, but it was just the fact that she hated having to work in a place this to actually survive in the world by herself. It's not like this place was a shit hole, because really, it wasn't. It was nicely furnished and the building itself was in great condition. It was a newer club, so the place was relatively nice. Still, she hated coming to this place every weekend and really, it was nice to have a secret to herself.. until now. It was almost as if she led a double life that nobody knew about. Almost like she was superman and nobody knew her other identity. Taryn was good at hiding her feelings unlike the rest of the population. She was good at pretending not to care and pretending that things didn't hurt her. Really, a lot of things hurt Taryn. She wished that she had the emotional capabilities of Superman sometimes. Especially nights like tonight when all she wanted to do was get drunk and have a good time, but someone always had to ruin things for her. Tonight was no different. Oddly, Taryn could tell that she was starting to push some of Tayla's buttons. She loved doing that to people. The only other thing that Taryn loved more than pushing people's buttons was the comments she got from her photographers. Sometimes they would tell her that they used her in as an example in other people's sessions. She knew for a fact that things like that got under Tayla's skin.

"Oh, pretty often, actually. I mean, it's pretty fun to think about considering there are so many possibilities. Seriously, have you ever actually stopped to think about it? Oh wait.. I forgot you only thing about one thing, and it's nothing even remotely productive" Taryn wasn't about to give into the girl being a complete bitch. After all, she wasn't really bothered by her yet. It honestly wasn't the first time in which Taryn was told that she should just off herself. The last time, it was more or less a joke, but still, it wasn't the first time. It never really bothered Taryn when she was told to kill herself mainly because she had gotten over that phase a long time ago. She used to be a cutter and really, she realized just how stupid and dumb it was. Though, she never denied cutting when it came to things like sex. After all, Taryn wasn't much of one for playing nice in the bedroom. Still, it never ceased to amuse Taryn how immature Tayla was being. It seemed that nobody in the agency was mature. It was funny in a weird way considering that they were all supposed to be like 'poster children'. After all, they were found on numerous posters. The agency just wanted them to act the part also, which really, none of them did. None of this petty arguing and sarcastic remarks were going to get them nowhere and Taryn knew that. T hated girls like Tayla. They were all talk and really, couldn't possibly defend themselves when actually faced with an actual fight. Tayla was more or less the kicking and scratching type of girl whereas Taryn was pure punches and actual skill, not luck. She knew that she was going to get her ass beat once she started working at the club, so she took her self defense classes. Taryn just simply shook her head when Tayla mentioned her sleeping with the wrong people. "Really, sex just isn't that important to me as it is for other people, you included. I'm just picky about who I have sex with. I actually have standards"

Taryn's walk to the alley was a lot harder for her than she expected it to be. The alcohol was really kicking her ass and she knew it, but was she going to stop when she got back into club? No. Still, as she walked out into the alley, she staggered and it was hard for her eyes to adjust to the dark once she actually got out there and got situated in the place that she wanted to. Taryn's vision was doing that thing where it zooms in and out of focus, which in turn made her dizzy. It was all right because she had that fuzzy feeling inside of her as the alcohol roamed free throughout her body. Once the girl finally got out into the alleyway and started shoving her, Taryn scoffed and laughed a little before she hit the wall. Being against a wall wasn't some place that she necessarily preferred to be during a fight, but she knew that Tayla was not going to bring much of a fight anyway. Besides, not fighting back was her best bet for now. Not only was it protecting Tayla, but it was also pissed her off at the same time. Once Tayla got close to her without actually touching her, Taryn just lowered her head a little and grinned maliciously at her. It was almost like she was stalking her prey, waiting for the perfect time to pounce and tear it limb from limb. Out of the corner of her eye, Taryn watched as Tayla clenched her fist. Immidiately, Taryn was filled with excitement and hope that the girl was actually going to throw a punch. All Taryn's plan was going to be was to simply move her head to the side, thus causing her to punch the wall and her knuckles to shatter. That would allow her to get in a punch and send her to the ground. To be completely honest, it was hard standing above the girl, looking at her the whole time because really, the girl was gorgeous. Absolutely gorgeous, honestly, that Taryn didn't want to even throw a punch and damage such an image. She knew that she shouldn't be thinking that since she despised Tayla, but how could she not? When Tayla grabbed her face and pressed her lips up against her own, Taryn was literally caught off guard. She never expected it and really, she wanted it too. She wanted to taste her for herself and now that she had, she didn't want to quit, but with a grunt she felt Tayla pull away and drop her hands. For once, Taryn was speechless.

There was something about Tayla that Taryn wanted. That kiss left her wanting more and really, Taryn wasn't about to let that slip away. It was bad, yes, but since when did Taryn avoid bad things? Hearing the girl speak, a smile crossed Taryn's face before she walked forward, placed her hands on the girl's hips bringing her closer to where she could press her own body against hers, and finally gently pressing her lips against the girl's again. It was gentle and slow at first, but soon it grew into something with more passion and more fierocity behind it. It was completely obvious that she wanted her now.

[anna]

DIANNA AGRON <33