PRESCOTT, STEVIE RAE

[stevierae]

stevie rae prescott.

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/ i want to voice this out loud

full name. stevie rae prescott.
stage name. none.
nicknames. stevie, vivi, or rae.
age dob. twenty three, march 29th.
gender. female.
sexual orientation. straight.
career. crew member. cinematographer/screenwriter.
hometown. san francisco, california.


/ it's therapeutic somehow

height. five foot six.
eyes. brown.
hair. brown with caramel highlights.
build. small waisted with a curvy bust and hips.
distinguishing features. a large "beauty mark" in the center of her back. a vintage film camera tattoo on her left leg. a black and white tattoo on her right shoulder blade of a girl holding an umbrella in the rain with script that reads "like city's rain, my heart rains teardrops too".
play-by. minka kelly.


/ so i'm moving to new york

loves. writing, video games, comic books, fantasy, science fiction, reading on her nook, technology, spicy food, meeting celebrities, reality television, late night talk shows, blue candles, twix, costumes, ping pong, her grandparents, beer pong, babies, dogs, dresses, christian louboutin heels, animal print, dancing.
hates. cats, falling, germs, bridesmaids dresses, birds, organic food, paisley, pillows with no pillow cases, touching peoples' faces, bugs, the heat, when people don't match, not having a series of books in all hardback or all paperback, dolls, her parents.
quirks. she has a very weak stomach and refuses to touch anyone on the face. when she's upset, angry, or depressed, she'll clean her entire house until she is exhausted. if she feels like a conversation is veering towards the topic of family, she will sometimes make an excuse to leave or just change the topic altogether.
aspirations. she wants to write and direct her own supernatural television series, create her own comic book series, go to kleinfeld's and buy a pnina tornai dress when she gets married, and to eventually retire and hobby breed dogs.
secrets. her twin brother is mentally unstable and nearly killed a man, and she visits him once a month at an asylum and calls every day. she got knocked up at seventeen but left the father of her child after she got pregnant again at eighteen, he has no idea about the second child.
personality evaluated.

• Strong: Despite having such a depressing past, and a screwed up family, Stevie has done her best to be strong for herself and the one son that she raised. She is incredibly independent, and won't let anyone do anything for her that she wouldn't be willing to do for herself. She will stand up for herself when she needs to and refuses to let anything pull her down anymore. She believes that she is a winner and is blessed to be a healthy, beautiful young woman. She is definitely one who hides behind a mask of what she thinks that people want to see from her. She doesn't talk about her emotions very easily and has a stone wall up around her secrets and her past.
  
• Sweetheart: She's always got a smile on her face, because she knows that going through life a bitch just because she had a bad upbringing is no way to live. She will sit and talk to a stranger for hours, complementing them and telling them to have a wonderful day and to be thankful for whatever they have. She won't utter a mean word to anyone unless they do her wrong. She's very generous when it comes to her friends and her loved one, doing everything in her power to make someone happy, simply because it makes her feel better.
  
• Loyal & Nurturing: Stevie Rae likes to put herself in the position of mother hen, and her heart hurts for the fact that she doesn't know her first born son. She spoils the son that she is raising, and she spoils her loved ones as well. She manages to take in younger or more inexperienced people under her wings, teaching them as much as she can about life.
  
• Carefree: When she drinks, it tends to allow her to let loose and go crazy. She loves going to clubs and dancing. She doesn't have to talk, doesn't have to think, she can just let her hair down and move to the beat. On occasion, she also likes to flirt with guys, using her body and her looks to have a little bit of fun. But she doesn't ever take them home, seeing as she's got a kid, and lives with her male best friend. She hasn't seriously dated since Cooper, but she has had a few very short lived flings. She is completely against having any sort of relationship in the near future, because she sees herself as broken and doesn't want to burden a man with it.
  
• Obsessive: She hasn't been truly diagnosed, because she doesn't like doctor's offices, but she has some pretty obsessive tendencies. Like when she's upset, she will clean until she drops. Stevie is very grossed out by germs. She generally cannot touch anyone's faces, hands are usually fine, but she may shy away from too much skin to skin contact. She also can't work on two projects at once, she likes to hyperfocus on one until it is finished and perfect. Multitasking definitely is not her forte. When she creates a story in her mind, she is engrossed into the stories. The characters, the setting, the plots all come to life for her.
  

/ i've got issues with my sleep

father. geoff brian prescott, fifty, drug dealer.
mother. melinda jean prescott , fourty three , unemployed.
siblings. jimmie king prescott, twenty three, locked up.
pets. chewie.
other family. britt lane godric, twenty five, best friend/housemate.
noel ziggy draven, six, son.
miles rane draven, five, son.
history evaluated.

• Day One: A raggedy couple sat in a hospital room, talking quietly to each other. They looked frustrated, the mother obviously exhausted. She had just given birth to a pair of fraternal twins, the boy coming a measly five minutes before the girl. The couple, Melinda and Geoff, were upset. They didn't want the kids, but they had found out Mel was pregnant too late to have an abortion. They had considered adoption but tiredly decided against it. Maybe the twins would allow them to turn their lives around, kick the drugs, and maybe get real jobs. They named the twins Jimmie and Stevie Rae, after the Vaughn brothers of Blues music fame. As they held their two bundles of joy, Melinda and Geoff looked into their eyes, and truly felt nothing.
  
• Year Five: Stevie Rae and Jimmy were as close as twins could ever be. They were always together, holding hands, and sharing everything with each other. They had to love each other because they didn't find much love from their parents. They had food and shelter, but not much more than that. They were often in their own worlds, ignoring the fact that their parents were in the next room doping up and allowing cracked out strangers into their home. For one of them, their imagination would be a blessing, and for the other, a curse.
  
• Year Fifteen: High school. Four years of torture for some, but it was possibly the best thing to ever happen to Stevie Rae. She was blessed with an amazing group of friends, one of which was like a big brother to her and ended up saving her life and Jimmie's. His name was Britt, and Stevie constantly thought that he was much too good for her. There were no romantic feelings between them unfortunately, because that part of her heart was taken by her high school sweetheart, Cooper. Although she felt she loved Cooper, she held a lot about herself from him, because she refused to chase him away. Britt, on the other hand, was her safe haven. He was who she looked to for help with Jimmie, who was getting stranger by the years. And when Stevie Rae found herself on sale by her parents to the highest bidder, she lost it. She burst into their house one night when Mel and Geoff were on a drug binge and nearly burnt the place to the ground. She broke everything in sight, took all of her belongings including her brother, and found herself on Britt's doorstep.
  
• Year Seventeen: Stevie had been living with Britt for two years now, and in those two years, Jimmie had dropped out of school and became a recluse. She refused to disagree with him on anything because she knew that he was different, and not particularly stable, so she tried to do everything in her power to make him comfortable. In those two years, she had continued to see Cooper and had fallen head over heels for him, yet still kept most of her life away from him. Unfortunately, there was one secret that was utterly impossible to keep. She was pregnant. And devastated about it. Knowing in her heart that she was going to have to choose between taking care of an increasingly deteriorating brother and a baby, she called on her estranged grandparents for help. She had never met them before, because her parents had refused them contact. Miraculously, they agreed to take in Jimmie and care for him while Stevie cared for her baby.
  
• Year Eighteen: She had been with Cooper for a year, and everything finally seemed to be going normal in her life, besides being a young mother. She was seemingly happy. She found her passion in filmmaking and screenwriting. She wrote several scripts for short stories and desperately wanted to go to film school. And then later in the year, she got a call, from the police. Her brother had been in a scuffle in the city and had beat a man close to death. Stevie Rae was a bit of a weak stomached girl and had fainted on the phone. When she came to, they called again and told her that they weren't going to put him in jail because he had proved to be a schizophrenic, instead they were putting him into an asylum. It had explained all of his strange quirks and personality traits over the years, and Stevie Rae cried for hours. She was growing restless in her life with Cooper, because her brother was so far away. She was unable to see him and when she found out that she was pregnant yet again again, she left. She could not handle the shit that her life had become. She left her then year old son, and her loving boyfriend, and moved to upstate New York so she could be closer to her brother.
  
• From then to the Present: After she moved to NY, she raised her second child, Miles, in secret. She saw her brother every weekend and when she wasn't writing, she spent her days with her grandparents, getting to know them and allowing them to know Miles. She had been able to take classes at NYU, thanks to her impressive grades during school and her impressively wealthy grandparents, and pursued her Bachelor's in Filmmaking and Video Production. Miles is now five years old and Stevie snatched up a cinematography job in Hollywood, allowing her to move back in with her old friend, Britt. Cooper still doesn't know of his second child, nor does he even know that Stevie is back on the west coast. Despite her sketchy past, Stevie is determined to make something great of her life.

/ christmas came early for me

alias. seb!
years of rp experience. around seven or eight.
other characters. none yet!
how did you find us. draven. <3
roleplay sample.

She had just experienced that long second when you fall, that everything is in slow motion but you don't have the power to save yourself. Her vision was crystal edged as she stared up at the sky, through the long flowing branches of the large willow tree in her back yard. One minute she heard surprised yelps and screams, the next the world swam and her sight went dark, black actually. She felt every blade of grass pricking her legs and arms. She felt the dull rock under her head and then nothing. She was now unconcious.

She woke again, on those uncomfortable table-bed things, a bandage wrapped around her head. Her eyes searched frantically, a small whine falling from her lips. She sat up a little too quickly, and the light-headedness caused her to slump back onto the cushion. She peered at the clock on the wall, opposite her bed. She could have sworn that she was just at home, not more than an hour ago. She assumed that since she was fixed up, and laying in an extremely uncomfortable bed that she was in the hospital... again. This was like the fourth time this month. She really needed to ask the doctors about her clumsiness. Of course, she knew what it was from, but she did have hope for her disability. She didn't want to have to live with her horrid clumsiness the rest of her life, because she knew that it would only get worse. As she grew older, she was losing more and more of her peripheral vision as well as balance.

She heard her mother step into the small room and decided that she might try and sit up again. Only this time, she would do it a little more carefully. She saw a worried smile crawl to her mother's lips and that made Eva smile even wider. She watched her mom's hands as she stared towards her daughter. Are you and the doctor on first name terms yet? Eva laughed and shook her head, signing back to the woman who cared the most for her. What happened? At that moment, her father entered the room breaking the silence between his family. "You fell out of the willow, great job kiddo."

"Did I really? That's interesting. Well, I can leave right?" Evalynn's parents looked to each other and her father handed her an ice pack. "Wait," she frowned and the skin between her eyebrows creased a bit, "Why am I in the hospital? I fall out of that tree all of the time." Her mother answered this time, her hands moving in a fury. They think you might have a concussion, you blacked out a few different times. Her lips moved softly with the words she spoke with signs. Eva let her frustrations out in the form of a long sigh.

She held the ice pack tight to the back of her head. "This sucks, I want to go home. This sterilized smell is giving me a headache." She mumbled inaudibly to herself as she kicked the wood around the table thing. Her mother stepped to her and put her hands on her daughter's knees to make her look up. The doctor should be here shortly, calm down. As if on cue, the doctor stepped in with a very professional smile. "Eva, I see you've woken up again. You need to be more careful, alright?" Eva put on one of her own "professional" smiles and nodded, wincing with regret afterwards. "Yes, Doc. Can I go now?" The doctor nodded and gave Mr. Berkeley a prescription for some serious painkillers. "Thanks, Doctor."

Eva slid off of the table and practically flew through the doors. She just wanted to go home. The hospital was not her favorite place, even though she frequented it more often than normal teenagers. As she turned the corner, she nearly ran into another person. She stopped short of hitting him and squeaked. "Oh, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to appear just out of no where." She blinked and as her vision adjusted to being so close to this lad, she smiled. He went to Mammoth. Pursing her lips, she tried to think of his name. All she knew about him was that he was a senior. And he was very, very handsome. Losing focus for a minute, she dropped her ice pack and muttered, shit, under her breath.

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