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Post by hollywood on Nov 15, 2007 18:08:13 GMT -5
quick facts;
Full Name:
Hollywood Ariel Madders
Nicknames:
Holly; Holls
Portrayed By (PB):
Jenna Dewan
Age:
18
Birthday:
October 14th
Neighborhood/Dorm:
Ilê du Soleil
Job/School:
Ballet teacher
Sexual Orientation:
Hetero
inner details;
Appearance:
hair :
.. is a natural, deep shade of brunette, glossy with color and health, mingled lightly with honey and auburn highlights that naturally take form within each softly delicate curl. It falls shoulder length and occasionally presses flat beneath the heat of an iron, though it is rare for her to straighten her hair; preffering the feminine girls and bouncing waves that add so much personality to what could be an incredibly boring do.
eyes :
.. are most likely the most attractive thing upon her face; a ridiculously clear, open, brightly colored green - startling at first sight which makes them all the more mesmerizing. Glassy mirrors of sage, and darker forest, with pupils darker than the night itself, they are full of expression and amusement - constantly glittering with a haze of intelligence and sweetness. Guared beneath a set of naturally lengthy, curled ebony lashes, makeup is usually not needed to highlight their appearance. They are often unadorned with color except for the thinnest trail of dark brown liner, enough to highlight but not over-do.
complexion :
.. is the same, soft, light brown it has been since she was a small child; expert skin care used to avoid blemishes and pimples, and if they appear, expensive cover up slathered across them to hide their unsightly appearance. During the summer, skin is tinted with the darker hues of sunshine to reflect a healthy glow; giving off a California girl look that is often splayed across the covers of magazines.
height / body :
Some say the reason for Hollywood's large personality deals with her lack of height - at the age of eightteen she barely reaches the 5"1' mark, sadly inheriting her tiny mother's delicate frame. In spite of incredible lack of height, the girl is quite curvy; and no, this is not a fancy way of saying fat, as she is quite petite, bodice sleek with smooth muscles, gained from years of vigerous dance training. However, she is not one of those sticks, straight up in down in a way that the world has deemed attractive though no normal male is drawn to. Instead, she posesses an ample bust, tiny waist and feminine hips. Stomach is flat and concave, a lean line of muscle indenting her tummy and trimming her soft thighs.
Personality:
• stubborn
• determind
• uncalled for
• intelligent
• unmotivated
• random
• hyper
• unsatisfied
• unsatiable
• comedien
• warm
• affectionate
• laughable
• conflicting
• selfish
• easily provoked
• genuine
• kind
• outspoken
• vegetarian
• animal-lover
• avoidance issues
Shall we start with the bad and work our way to the good? Perhaps that's the best option. Hollywood is one not easily labeled, even at her own consent - for what simple word could bottle every single one of those traits listed above, as well as the several others that even she is unaware exist? Exactly; there is no word, unless, of course, you want to be rude and simply write the poor girl off as crazy without giving her a chance. Obviously, there is a certain lack of saneness within her personality but that only adds a fascinating layer to what could otherwise be quite the boring person - she most certainly is not a cliché and far from the norm of nineteen year old girls. Though she fancies herself quite regular. She's a genuinely sweet girl until ridiculed - 95% of the time laughter is leaking from her lungs or a smile is poured upon her full lips. As for the other 5%? Well, let me just say it's not pretty. All shall be covered below;
ridiculous / uncalled for :
Those are maybe the best describing words ever to be written about miss Hollywood - who everyone will agree is one of the most out of the blue people the world has ever witnessed. Yet that should be expected, afterall, at the age of nineteen she still - proudly - posesses the imagination of one who is only six or seven years old, giving her a somewhat childish and immature outlook on life. Some see this as precious; others, mostly cynics, find it heavily obnoxious. Her childish nature is given more to arrested developement than anything else, not really having aged mentally passed the age of thirteen or so, giving her a slightly twisted but definitely intriguing personality.
stubborn / determind :
perhaps these are the two greatest points of her attitude; both wonderful and frustrating at the same time, creating a rather deep confliction to the base of her persona. The girl is out and out stubborn - as in, if she doesn't want to hear it, know it, or believe it, there is no way in hell anyone will ever get those words through her thick skull. Likewise, her determination is nearly frightening, as there is very rarely any type of obstcable that could conquer her will. If she's decided to do something there will be no persuading her. Hard-headed to the point of making a donkey seem willing, she's the most difficult person to argue with or convince otherwise - it's just not going to happen and only a few of the most influential people within her life can actually change her mind.
outspoken / easily-provoked :
We'll make this easy to understand: Hollywood has a lot to say, about everything, constantly - a remark for every event, a smartass comment for every let down, a sarcastic report for every single second of the day. Many find this amusing, however, it does take time to grow used to these habits; especially if you're the overly sensitive type, as she tends to speak without thinking and rarely pausing to contemplate the words that have just come from her mouth. Likewise, she has an extremely delicate temper, often prone to bursting out in rage when the moment strikes. Usually these outlashes of anger last for a couple minutes before apologies are issued and the familiar, contented blonde is returned to her former joy.
intelligent / unmotivated
Those who think Hollywood is yet another ditzy, uninspired spoiled bitch are probably the farthest from the point of truth as you can get. She's quite the opposite, to be honest - very quick; intelligent. Witty. It doesn't take her long to catch on to something and she's quite capable of herself - it's simply the lack of motivation that gives her a lazy appearance. She's mainly uninspired and therefore doesn't attempt to use her brain, deciding to simply float by on what she already knows and hope to never get screwed over. An unhealthy lifestyle, nonetheless, it's suits her.
kind / genuine
The best features of her personality, this girl is unfailingly kind, polite and non-judgemental to all she meets. Never one to lie nor bluff, she's quite the sincere little thing - gentle, softspoken, sweet, usually falling in love and adoring every person she comes across; one with few enemies. Those who do fall on her bad side are mostly forgiven in time, not really able to bear hating others or really having any negative feelings towards anything - too prone to guilt to be able to accept it.
Likes:
• movies
• jokes
• laughter
• happiness
• dancing
• black&white films
• photography
• sleeping in
• city streets
• busy nights
• reading
• horses
• huge ass dogs
• christmas-time
• singing
Dislikes:
• early mornings
• studying
• work
• quiet
• the country
• bugs
• negativity
• egotistical people
• teletubbies
• barney
• whores
• mini-dogs
• being short
the background;
History:
Lets rewind twenty one years into the past - to get ourselves a glimpse of the way the Madders' were better they concieved their eldest child. Two former hippies - the flower power type that refuse showers - it was a match made in heaven; Chloe with her long mane of luxurious brown hair, inherited by each of her daughters. Mattias with equally lengthy locks, as well as those bright green eyes that center his eldest daughter's smooth complexion. It was as if the stars at aligned, the God's had argreed and voilà - the perfect hippie couple. Though of course their parents despised this; coming from extremely wealthy families, each child had refused to conform and remain silently wealthy, in spite of the fact that they inherited grand amounts of money from deceased relatives. Instead of spending millions on a sprawling home and three cars, they settled for a station wag and a map. For the three months that they gladly courted(though it was fifteen years before they actually married), the contented, life loving duo traveled across the United States, stopping upon each of the largest cities in an attempt to impact others. It was in Dallas, Texas, that their first child for born and concieved - the first of what was to be many. Finding it appropriate, they dubbed their sweet little ray of golden haired sunshine Dallas, completely unaware of the short amount of time they would have him. They soon moved on, trailing slowly towards the West Coast where they covered every square inch of California; where, joy, oh sweet joy, they concieved the second of their bundle. Actually, it was more like third - Chloe was expecting twins. Originally to be named Daffodil and Rose, Hollywood and Angeles's leap into world happened upon Hollywood Boulevard. It was along that beautiful walk, gazing at the famous star's names engraved into marble, that Chloe began the hazerdous descent into labor; ironically, only three feet from Marilyn Monroe's famous plate. They decided to bless their little sweeties as Hollywood and Angeles(Angel for short). They were incredibly delighted with their green eyed babies, and for their sake they settled in California until their little angels were three years old, where they began a steady journey across the center of America, eventually arriving in New York where their fourth child was popped out - Manhattan, named after the Urban area where she was birthed in their rented apartment. When she was merely six months old, they began their trip down the East Coast, winding up in Florda where - shocker, oh shocker - Chloe was blessed with a fifth pregnancy. Orlando was born and for a time the family of five was an image of the American lifestyle; to make up for years spent mostly living out of a car, they bought a beautiful beachhouse in St Augustine. They retired their hippie looks and instead wove their waves into social circles of the wealthy; things seemingly perfect for the time being.
Yet as it always goes, things went rapidly down hill. Dallas, who at the time was merely fourteen years old, hated the sudden change within his parents lifestyle - resenting their unexpected normalcy and desicion to "settle" their formerly random family. He began to lash out, and as a result, began to hang around with the wrong types of people - immersing himself in the drug world and those who went with it, much to his parents grief and discomfort. On the fateful night of January 18th, the young boy slipped soundlessly from his window, only to be caught by a curious and excitable Hollywood, who had snuck out to investigate the neighbors; who she suspected were engaging in huge, bisexual orgies during the wee hours of the night. After several minutes of begging and threatening to tell, he allowed his younger sister to trail after him on his journey to a kickback with some of his closest of druggie friends - making her swear to silence and not repeat a word said, a promise that will most likely hang in a gloomy cloud over her concious for life. When they arrived at the broken down house, clogged with the smell of weed and littered with beer cans, she began to grow second thoughts, especially as she found herself leered at by a vagually suspicious looking man. However, Dallas was there to offer his protection, warning off his friends with the hiss of "she's only twelve, you dickweed" and therefore keeping them at bay, in spite of his sister's early&extremely developed figure. After collapsing upon the couch next to her brother, untouched beer in hand, Hollywood sunk into a slightly zoned out state; exhausted, as it was late at night, the fumes of the sparking blunts giving her a mild high. It was only when Zaric - the owner of the disgusting home and host of the delightful little party - raised his voice, an ironic expression seemingly to melt his shadowed face. Both he and Dallas had stood, faces mere centimeters from one another in the obvious sign of threat, though as Hollywood looked around and slowly tuned into the conversation, she became highly aware that Dallas was currently unfavored. As Zaric's taunts rang throughout the the eerily quiet house - his friend's answering laughter reverberating on the crusted walls - a sudden dip took hold of her stomach, watching in horror as a flash of silver seemed to appear from the dark sweatshirt that clothed Zaric's rat-like body. There was an awful second in which features paled and lips trembled, desperately attempting to issue Dallas a warning, however vocals remained useless during times of fear. Memories are blurred with the sound of her own scream and the grunt that escaped her brother as the sharpened blade dove into the skin of his belly; his face clenching, pupils dilating, eyes wide with fear and confusion. There was a pause as he sunk to the floor with a gurgle of desperation, eventually muffled by the heavy blackness that settled across his eyes, indicating that the spirit that formerly lingered had left. Several minutes passed as the boys seemed to digest that Dallas was no longer among them, creepily casual with the entire ordeal, watching in almost amusement as his twelve year old sister made her way towards the still body, trembling with tears and incomprehension; hoping this was some type of sick joke, that the sibling closest to her heart was not truly gone. They allowed her to grieve, sob, swear, for maybe five minutes before practically throwing her out on her ass with a warning of "you tell anybody, and we'll get you the way we got him." How exactly she traveled the five and a half miles home still remains a mystery; most of it done sniveling and shaking with disbelief, anger and the unbearable sadness that seems to grip and engulf the very core of your emotion. Upon arriving home, she crawled into bed, still fully clothed and remained a wake for the following hour until dawn, when after finding her son's bed empty, Chloe burst into her second eldest's room and demanded to know any information.
Hollywood delivered the news of the following night with the stoic lack of emotion that only those who have fell into the true pit of grief can posess. Though, she refused to give out the names of those who harmed her brother, refused to spill the address as well as the conversation that went on in that dingy room - afterall, she'd promised Dallas. A foolish promise, but nonetheless, the last promise she had ever made him. The police attempted to persuade her otherwise, gently repeating that they could not find and punish the ones who had taken her brother until she disclosed information. Yet her lips remained stubbornly sealed, much to the unimaginable sadness and frustration of her parents, who even to this day beg their daughter to tell at least one name, to settle their worrying minds. But as aforementioned, once mind is made up, there will be no changing it without her consent. Not even her twin sister - her literal other half - could squeeze a word out of her. The sudden and unexpected conception of their last child announced itself not long after, their final baby born in Las Vegas and thus named so. However joyed Hollywood was at having another baby around, she could not shake the awful feeling that her parents truly planned this kid; as a replacement for Dallas, something to take their mind off the missing spot at the dinner table, the empty bedroom, the bare seat in the station wagon that he usually occupied. It was around the age of sixteen that Mattias's sister, Barbie, decided to make a move to Monaco; offering to take Hollywood with her. An odd request, but relatives were not oblivious to the underlying hostility that laid between Mattias and Chloe and their oldest daughter; the daughter who refused to give up the secret that they had convinced themselves could soothe their grief. Holly gladly accepted the offer, convinced that after leaving the United States, she would therefore leave behind the enormous blanket of dissatisfaction and general misery. Without able to bear the seperation from her greatest of friends, she managed to convince Angeles into traveling with her, the twins packing up and setting off to the world of high social statuses and unimaginable wealth. True, they were rich as well, but were not used to be so lavished and living in such a luxurious enviorment. After struggling through school, Holly finally graduated; deciding to teach at a dance class and immerse herself into the world of creativity and beauty. It's so much easier to dance than to actually live, and she buries herself in her skills, seeking inspiration from the smallest of things.
Parents:
MOTHER -chloe lynn madders née brown
FATHER - mattias christopher madders
Siblings:
BROTHER - dallas madders - twentyone - deceased
SISTER - angeles madders - eighteen - twin
SISTER - manhattan madders - fifteen
BROTHER - orlando madders - twelve
SISTER - vegas madders - seven
Other:
AUNT - barbie madders
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The Roleplayer:
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RP Sample:
School was regarded in the same way one watched a play; involved and yet in the same way set apart, not allowing herself to be immersed in petty dramas and quickly ending and beginning friendships. Not linked to those who were 'bff' one day only to put a knife in their supposed friend's back the following night. Lesson had been learned in the matters of school politics, knowing now it was better to look from afar than to actually join in, to be looked at but never touched. Like an extravagant painting in a gallery; able to be gazed upon, but protected by a wall of glass.
Lucian was watched with the same refined indifference and nonchalance, his appearance taken in with practiced discretion, not openly gawking nor hiding the fact that vision was slipping inch by inch down his muscular form. He was easily recognizable, attire riddled with designer labels and the polished look that suggested each piece of cloth was well made. The wave of wealth that seemed to radiate from his person could not be missed by the most ignorant and dull of people; she, herself, having grown accustomed to recognizing those who had a great amount to their name.
Though some might be blind to such information, Nyla did not run with the status of being rich - true, she was privileged to glimpse such elegant and unattainable lifestyles through dates and party invitations, having dated several affluent males in the past. Style suggested a well off family, but it was all falsified, jobs worked hard at to be able to afford manicures and expensive outfits. Over the years, she'd wired herself with extravagant alarms that sounded at the slightest hint of bias or resentment over her middle class status, those who attempted put downs publicly humiliated for their efforts. And of course, that familiar defense could not help but rise like a choking bile in the presence of Lucian.
It was easily masked with a breezy smile that brightened porcelain features, watching him casually from beneath the forelock of saffron curls, finding the quickly formed banter that slipped from his lightly hued lips rather enjoyable. Yet casual expression did not express such pleasure, not wanting him to somehow feel he was 'in' with her. After all, he remained a rather suspicious character - not dumb enough to trust so easily simply because of those attractive brown eyes. "Well, I would watch it if I were you," came the dry retort, metal door pushed open so eyes could blink into a pink lined mirror; french tipped nails pushing beneath the shining mane of blonde hair to fluff it into place.
"Jesse might not be the sharpest tool in the shed, but he takes pleasure in physical violence. I wouldn't be surprised if he came after you when school lets out." Casting a long ward glance out of Caribbean blue eyes, locker door was at last slammed into place, Lucian granted with undivided attention now that she was satisfied with her look. Brow raised at this following sentence, feeling a familiar pang that was almost desperate with want. Revenge, a poison; a drug, practically, in its twisted ways, making cocaine and heroin pale by comparison. She had formerly been ensnared in its addictive spirit, indulging in some of the cruelest taunts and insults, cutting down those simply because she didn't approve of the way they'd looked at her. But things had changed, bitchy, over the top nature masked by the sweet hearted innocent cheerleader she was known so well as. And now expected to be.
Of course, it was not completely real; she was far from innocent - unless virginity is the golden ticket to complete divinity and utter purity, which we all know is untrue - and perhaps this was the reason Lucian intrigued her in such a deep and completely personal level. She'd been like that, had seem that evil gleam in the mirror over the last six years. It was such a shame such things had to be kept secret. Perhaps normality was not such a suitable word afterall. "That, I know all too well," tone suggested grief for the matter, feeling the unexpected flood of loss. How one could miss something like revenge and blatant hate is completely unknown; but that is the only way to describe such emotions. Suddenly, weight leaned against one lithe hip, the small gap between them almost completely filled, entire posture suggesting she was sharing some type of intimate revelation - though of course, it was tainted by the underlying tone of sarcasm. "But let me tell you something; no one likes a bitch. So, you won't find me stuffing some dumbass's locker with cockroaches." Stepping back and combing a set of slender, ring clad fingers throughout her hair, he was eyed curiously from beneath a maze of ebony lashes. "What's your name again? Lucifer? It suits you." Perfectly aware of Satan's former blessing before his rebellion, Lucian was thrown a look that could most easily be mistaken for modest flirtation. Mistaken, of course, being the key word.
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