SIEVER, regan monet

[regan]

regan monet siever .

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/ i want to voice this out loud

full name. regan monet siever
stage name. rae siever
nicknames. just rae or regan.
age & dob. twenty two years young, born on march the third
gender. female
sexual orientation. straight
career. tv/film actor
hometown. San Jose, California


/ it's therapeutic somehow

height. 5’7”
eyes. blue-grey
hair. brown
build. average?
distinguishing features. Nose ring.
play-by. abbey lee kershaw


/ so i'm moving to new york

loves. texting, acting, fighting, taking pictures, shopping, bitch fights, drama (when she’s not involved), running, watching basketball games
hates. drama (when she’s involved), children, dumb blondes, cats, trains, her “biggest fans”, people obsessed with Hollywood gossip, j-14 magazine
quirks. cracking her knuckles, twirling her hair around her finger, whistling while she walks around, quoting song lyrics when they can fit in during conversations
aspirations. Get real famous, become very rich. Break the hearts of many men, and die happy.
secrets. She’s a virgin. People expect actors and actresses to have had sex before, but Regan hasn’t. Don’t ask, don’t tell. She also has a love for fighting. Other than acting, she loves to fight. Anyone and everyone. It doesn’t matter. She can beat them all. Or, well, she can try.
personality evaltuated. Regan has a “better than you” attitude. She doesn’t mean to possess one, it just comes natural. She loves drama, especially within a circles of friends, but she tries to stay out of it herself. Regan doesn’t give up on anything. It doesn’t matter what it is. A fight, a part in a television show, or a guy. She doesn’t stop trying until she knows she can get something better. It’s a blessing and a curse, she’s figured out. It gets her hurt quite a bit, but it can also get her what she wants.

Regan likes to consider herself a good friend. She doesn’t go around telling her friend’s secrets to random people, after all. But she doesn’t give very good advice. She’s a good listener, a good secret keeper, and a shoulder to cry on, but she’s the worst person to go to for advice.

When you first meet Regan, she comes off as a bit shy. But that’s only after the first time you meet her. She has a great memory – can put names with faces, as well – and when she sees you again, she’ll act like you’re long lost siblings, or something equally as epic. She’s a bit over dramatic, just as actresses should be. She’s very sarcastic, though. About almost everything, which is where her better than you attitude comes from. Most of the time, she doesn’t realize how people tend to see her.


/ i've got issues with my sleep

father. riley david siever, age 40, lawyer
mother. danielle jean siever, age 38, sports analysis
siblings. aaryn john siever, age 20, college student
pets. n/a
other family.
history evaluated.
So basically, I was a mistake. My parents were just two horny teenagers. That’s all. I wasn’t created so my parents could show off their love for each other. I was more of a burden that a blessing, anyway. My mom would shamefully carry me around, and people would coo over me and tell my parents what an adorable child I was, and my parents would just shrug and disagree. For my first Christmas, we went to get Christmas cards done at JCPenny and the photographer even noticed how beautiful I was. A few days after we got our Christmas cards done, the manager from JCPenny called and asked if they could use my photos in their catalog. And I guess that’s where I got started. Adorable nine-month-old me.

I kept modeling for JCPenny for a few years. I figured out I really enjoyed smiling in front of a camera. They continued to use my photos in catalogs, and all the kids at school would bring the JCPenny catalogs to school and point me out in them. When I was in second grade, though, I got in a lot of trouble. I beat up a boy. I had a real good reason, though! He liked me. We were on the playground and he told me he wanted to kiss me. I got kicked out of that school, but I lived in San Jose, so I could just go to another one. Wasn’t like there weren’t a million other schools for me to go to.

When I turned ten, I got tired of modeling for JCPenny. So I just quit. My parents were pretty upset, because that was apparently where most of their income came from. But I didn’t like it anymore. The photographers treated me like a little kid, mainly because they’d known me since I was a year old. They just couldn’t get used to me growing up, and it was annoying. I still loved smiling in front of a camera, though. I’d always take my mom’s camera and take pictures of myself. My mom would always get mad because I was wasting her film, but I didn’t care.

In seventh grade, I tried out for our school play. I got the lead part. A lot of eighth graders were mad, but I didn’t care about that, either. I didn’t care about what anyone thought. Once I started memorizing my lines and going to practices, I knew that I loved acting more than I did modeling. We got a standing ovation at the performance at school and in contest, we got first place, and I was voted the best lead actor of all the plays there were. And I was only a seventh grader! This happened all again in eighth grade, as well.

When I was a freshman, I tried out for the school play again. I got a minor part, but at contest, I was voted best supporting actor, so I wasn’t too concerned. The next year, I got the main part again. As well as junior year. In my senior year, a scout was at the competition. After I was voted best lead actor, the scout approached me. He told me I was welcome to attend acting school in New York! Those years of nothing but theatre were well worth it, obviously. I accepted without even thinking about it. I’d be moving across the country, leaving my family. But I went, anyway. Acting was what I loved. My parents tried to discourage me, telling me it was highly unlikely I’d have a successful career in acting, but I didn’t listen to them. In July of that summer, I left home for New York. I just couldn’t get settled in New York. After a year of living there, I moved back home with my parents. Now, I’m just taking any job I can get. Small parts in shows, small parts in movies, even commercials. I’ll do anything to make my dream come true.





/ christmas came early for me

alias. valeria
years of rp experience. four
other characters. n/a
how did you find us. a lovely lady led me here.
roleplay sample.

She struggled to open her eyes. What had happened last night? Why was her head pounding? And most importantly, why the hell was she in a bathtub and covered in toilet paper? That’s when it hit the sixteen-year old. She’s gone to her first party the night before and had gotten drunk for the first time. Regan couldn’t remember what had happened. The last thing she remembered was telling her mom she’d see her in the morning.

Morning. Was it even still morning? Regan pulled out her phone and checked the time. 13:49. She noticed her missed notifications. Six missed calls, fourteen unread text messages. Regan could bet almost anything that all those calls were from her mom and at least six of those texts were from her, as well. Going through her missed calls, turns out she was right. All missed calls were from a person named “Mom.” Regan began to go through her unread text messages, but her head began pounding again, so she tossed it into the tub she was still laying in.

Regan curled up in the bathtub, letting out a long, loud moan of pain. Three voices yelling, “Get you some!” replied to her pain. She tightly shut her eyes, trying to beg her head to stop pounding. This was what a hangover was like? God, why did people do it? After today, Regan was never getting drunk again. A pounding on the door caused Regan to jump up and call out feebly, “What?” The only thing that replied was more knocking. “Go away!” she yelled as loudly as she could muster. Finally, the knocking stopped. “Thank god,” she muttered under her breath.

She was safe. This was time to relax. Try to get her hangover to go away. Just as Regan began to doze off again, her phone began vibrating against her crotch. “Crap,” she muttered, grabbing her phone and checking to see who was calling.

“Mom.”


“Double crap!” Regan said, pressing answer. “Helloo…?”

[ciara]