Post by itskelseylianne on Nov 26, 2011 0:19:43 GMT -5
| [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background-image:url(http://lh4.ggpht.com/-LWSqSNpIToc/TYZTxT60WjI/AAAAAAAAAUg/kX0kRj5ZB6k/BlackWood.jpg); width: 437px; padding-top: 30; padding-bottom: 30;] ROXANNE STEVIE MEYERS  GENERAL INFORMATION FULL NAME Roxanne Stevie Meyers. NICKNAMES Roxy or Stevie. GENDER Female. SEXUALITY Straight, but she can appreciate a pretty girl. AGE & DATE OF BIRTH Eighteen, August 17, 1993. GRADE Senior. CLIQUE Transfer Student. OCCUPATION Barista at Starbucks. FACE CLAIM Kesha Sebert. PERSONALITY Strong Willed When Stevie gets an idea, she takes it and runs with it; this girl stops at nothing to get what she wants. No one is going to stand in her way, ever. Stevie's never been daddy's little princess who gets everything handed to her on a silver platter until recently; because of this, she's always worked hard for what she wanted. If she has to push someone down to get in her way, she will; maybe that's not always the best things, but it's going to make her successful one day. Her parents have always loved this trait about her until that one night, that one night when she went to far and pushed the wrong person out of the way to get what she wanted. That night haunts her to this day and she's sure it haunts the rest of her family too. Being strong willed has also given her a sense of power that she is convinced no one will ever take away from her and maybe she's right. Creative Stevie has always been that girl, that girl who is sitting in the grass, strumming her guitar, and singing beautifully as she watched the wind blow the oak trees around. She's been playing guitar since the age of seven and singing since the age of ten; she taught herself both and takes pride in this fact. She's not only creative musically, but artistically. Being head cheerleader at her last school put her in charge of designing the posters, banners, and flyers that covered every square inch of every locker and bulletin board in that school. She never complained though; it was a stress reliever that many people didn't understand, but accepted. All this creativity has helped her parents their big break that has gotten them to where they are today. Her posters and flyers that hung all over L.A. caught the attention of the right people and caused them to show up to her parent's grand opening of their new clothing line. Without her, they'd still be living in their two bedroom apartment in the boondocks of Georgia. Manipulative This may seem like a bad trait to most, but Stevie loves this. Not only is she strong willed, but she's manipulative; when you mix these two together, you've got a recipe for destruction. Stevie can make anyone do anything she wants with a simple hair flip and bat of her eyelashes or a pouty lip bite; and when I say anyone, I mean anyone. She's gotten teachers to raise her grades by these tactics. Her parents tend to call out for her when they need someone to be won over; they swear she'd make a great lawyer, but she has different dream. This trait also tends to drive people away; who wants to be friends with someone who will just use them and throw them away? Perfectionist Everything has to be perfect, absolutely perfect. When she was a child Stevie would organize her books, magazines, and clothes by color. If something was moved slightly, she would know and she would flip. Her parents has her tested for OCD at the age of fourteen, but the results came back negative. It was clear from then on that she just wanted perfection in every aspect of her life. If someone criticizes her work on anything, she immediately changes her mind about it, no matter how much she loved it at first. This definitely takes a toll on her day to day life. She strives to make not only herself perfect, but everyone around her; friends, family, coworkers - you name it. Though she's starting to learn that perfection is impossible, she still struggles with acceptance. HISTORY MOTHER Amy Linae Meyers FATHER Darrell Franklin Meyers BROTHERS None SISTERS None PETS None THE STORY Roxanne Meyers has never had things handed to her on a silver platter. She's an only child that was born into a struggling family that was trying to achieve their dreams of owning a successful clothing line. They were in no way ready or prepared to have a baby, but they loved Roxanne from the beginning. They did their best to give her everything she wanted, but she knew even from an early age that money was tight and it seemed to stay that way. Despite her families struggles, she has an amazing childhood. She lived in a tiny two story apartment in Jesup, Georgia with a plenty of land for her to run around in during the day. She was always a quiet and shy child, but in her teenage years she began to blossom. She stopped playing the alone in her backyard in her free time and joined her school's cheerleading squad. Coming in as a fourteen year old who never cheered before, she was the laugh of the squad for awhile, but after a year, she began showing major improvement. In high school the seniors began fighting for her after watching her during a 'Middle School goes High School' pep rally. Older jocks began to ask around about her; this was the first time she felt important and accepted. As a freshman she was a well known tumbler around the school and her name tended to roam the halls. The older cheerleaders took her under their wing and that's where her real story begins. In December of her freshman year, she attended her first real party where she was opened up to drugs, alcohol, and sex. Everyone expected her to back down from the shots, drugs, and boys thrown her way, since she was only fifteen and everyone knew these parties were for seventeen and older, but she never did. She soon received the nickname 'Little Devil' from her fellow party goers. Her name got even bigger and by her sophomore year she was fully known around the school as the young one with the sexiest attitude. Junior year, she was named head cheerleader and she didn't think her life cold be any better; there was no way. She ruled the school, even seniors fell at her feet. That's also the year her parents hit the big time and their line was sponsored. This meant Roxanne was to pack up the life she loved and move to Kimball High. She was pissed to say the least; words of profanity strung towards her parents when they announced the move. She slammed the large, wood door behind her and vowed to never come back. Yeah, we see how well that worked for her. Her father promised her he'd buy her anything her heart desired once the line took of completely and she gave in. She's now a daddy's girl who's also a transfer, senior who plans on ruling this school by the end of the year and she's like to see anyone get in her way. She swears she'll be able to cut them down faster than they can process. BEHIND THE MASK ALIAS Kelsey. AGE Eighteen. EXPERIENCE Two years. FOUND US I can't remember. CODE WORD Mod Edit. OTHER CHARACTERS None yet. ROLEPLAY EXAMPLE Skylar walked down the large hallway, admiring what she felt and saw. She saw girls who looked more like models then seniors in high school, boys who must have wandered out of a Dior catalog, and an atmosphere of secrets. Oh, the secrets; that was one thing Sky could love and hate at the same time. She loved to keep secrets, like the fact that she had a massive hangover from the night before, but she hated when she wasn't in on a secret. The thrill of being the only other person to look into someone's private life was what Sky lived off of. Which is why she loved history so much; having secrets revealed before her everyday was almost an addiction to her. Sure, the history class it's self wasn't all that great; a few cute boys here and there, and one or two girls-who weren't bookworms- that kept the class semi-interesting, but other than that, it was your typical, "we don't give a shit" group of teenagers. And why would they? What other young adult would thrive off secrets the way Sky did? When she finally reached the large door to history class, an excitement shot through her veins, but she kept a straight face, trying to give off the appearance that she didn't give a damn about school or anything around her. The class had already started when she walked in, giving her the extra appearance of not caring. She took her seat by another girl, one who kept to herself but wasn't a total bookworm. She looked pissed while giving the answer to a question she must have been asked earlier. She looked like the girl who wasn't going to take shit from anyone and that intimidated Sky; of course she never showed this, not wanting to give satisfaction to anyone that felt they were higher than her. Is there a specific reason you're late, Miss Lot?" Shit, this teacher didn't give a girl any slack. Nope. Sky answered, trying to sound like a bitch. The teacher sighed, obviously giving up on her. That wasn't unusual for her; a lot of people had recently been giving up on her. Her mother- when she found her smoking pot in her room and downing a bottle of Vodka, her father- when he found her body intertwined with a college freshman, and her sister- when she stopped giving her the attention she craved. Her family thought she was hopeless; that’s why the packed their bags and moved to this town in New Jersey. Her family used the story, ‘Oh, we just need a fresh start, a new adventure.’ when truthfully they meant, ‘Oh, we just need to take a drugged addict, slut, no longer family oriented daughter, drive her halfway across the country and give her a new environment, hopefully a fresh one.’ They thought they were moving her to a better environment, when all they did was take a troubled teen and move her to a new town where she could meet new friends, new boys, and new drug dealers. |
