Post by dixie savannah young on Jul 6, 2012 2:50:53 GMT -5
DIXIE YOUNG
full name dixie savannah young
nicknames dix, dixdix, dixie cup, dicksie
type original
gender female
age eighteen
birthday april twenty ninth
group neutral
clique dramaqueengeek
grade senior
sexualityhypersexualstraight
occupation singer at mall events/part-time actress/beggar/volunteer stripper
face claim isabel lucas
alias danya
persona
outgoing, inviting, glue sniffer, deceitful, noisy, devious, playful, compulsive liar, social, fame-crazy, tough, lives to stand out, fearless, chaotic, calculating, abstract, movie fanatic, obsessed with fiction, risk-taker, manipulative, volatile, charismatic, power hungry, unpredictable, performer, social chameleon, exhibitionist, intelligent, observative, wild, affectionate
life
Dixie's mother was supposed to be a hooker and her father was supposed to be gone. She was supposed to live in a terrible home with awful foster parents. unfortunately, The fact of the matter was that they were appallingly perfect folks. Her parents were Sharon and Phillip Young. Mother was a stay at home mom, overly concerned with her precious daughter. Phillip a hardworking man, very dedicated to his job. It required that he travel a lot but he always tried to visit on holidays to see his little angel. Dixie despised them.
Famous people did not get famous having perfect lives. In order for it to have deeper meaning, they needed to struggle. To find fame despite hardships. When Dixie mentioned this to Sharon, all she got was a laugh and a pat on the head. They didn't understand. They didn't know how important it all was.
the aspiring actress had been through a lot. Not because (as she liked to think) life was out to get her, but because she had built her own obstacles carefully. At the moment she was glad for a change in the scenery. Maryland was just what she needed after being almost getting kicked out of her previous high school for 'accidentally' drugging a fellow classmate.
Last year had been a big mistake. All she wanted was a chance to perform. She was born to play the part of Roxie Hart in the school production. Getting caught ruined everything. She didn't count on the whiny girl remembering who had given her the sleep-inducing tea after waking up. Still, she didn't regret it. Her performance had been spectacular. Everyone kept congratulating her even after they found out what she had done.
The school administration decided that she could stay at the school as long as she cooperated with the school's psychologist. That was her second mistake. She actually spoke to him. He was much better than she gave him credit for. A couple of weeks later, the psychologist had stated that when she turned 18 she could be officially diagnosed with a variety of mental disorders. Dixie was amused as much as she was horrified.
She spent the summer going to the appointments, behaving perfectly. When school started again, she set her 'Poor-little-me' plan in motion. A couple of well-placed bruises in inappropriate places and a torrent of tears was all it took for her to convince everyone that the psychologist had taken advantage of her.
Her parents were in a state of shock and terror at what had been done to their little girl. They decided to move to Maryland, the town where Dixie's extended family lived. It was the perfect place to put her most recent plan into action.
She had fit in quite nicely, doing a good job of convincing everyone she was a victim of the world's harsh problems. the girl had dated around hoping to get her heart broken, starting scandals about people who didn't deserve it, and starting on her real journey to stardom. she was responsible for setting her dad up for failure, making him lose his job and was now in the process of getting her mother to leave them which was proving harder than expected.
it was necessary for her to step it up. this summer boys would break her heart. This was when she would be alone in the world. Dixie was ready for agony. How else would her music get better? How else would she find the turmoil necessary for acting?
roleplaying sample
Setting everything up for Max's arrival was a part of the fun. He was just so interesting, a cheerful puzzle that Dixie was eager to play with and eventually solve. She hadn't been able to help herself from inviting him over, even if it meant temporarily changing her living environment. The setting would have to be simple, plain enough for him to feel she was humble but not so much so that they were uncomfortable. Luckily Dixie's house was split, the pool house (cramped and humid) and the main house (three floors of sumptuous decorations and advanced technology). It fit perfectly with her role of Cinderella. It wouldn't take much to convince Max that she lived in the pool house, her foster parents were very strict and she wasn't allowed to go into the other one. The lies were stacking up, layers of improvisation ready to collapse at any second, but she didn't care. She was an artist. There was room for creativity at all times, in all places.
It occurred to her that despite her efforts, the one-room structure appeared bare. There was no way that someone could live there. The sofa bed in the airy cabana let out a puff of dust when she sprung it open, a million of dead particles flying into the air and stinging her eyes. She raced to the main house, her feet flying up the stairs and into her real bedroom. It didn't look lived-in either but it did contain some essentials. Some pillows, perfume, her guitar, a couple books, her laptop. Juggling them in her arms, she went back at a slower velocity (careful not to drop any of the items). Each one of them had a purpose, each one was a block used to send Max an image of her. The pillows were fluffy and on them were tiny colorful daisies. They transmitted the message that she was girly and delicate. The perfume was a special mixture that had been created for her. A woodsy scent, spicy and refreshing all at once. It would make him think there was more to her than met the eye. The guitar was fairly obvious, he was a musician as well and in seeing an instrument he would immediately feel a connection. The books seemed rare and old at first glance, making her appear intelligent and wise beyond her years, but upon reading the titles (Kama Sutra, Lolita, and Bonk) there was a chance he would get a little turned on. If he knew them, that is. Dixie knew he was naive and inexperienced but she was ready to change that.
A quick glance at the mirror confirmed what she already knew. She looked good. Pale strands were twisted together into a knot at the top of her head, giving the impression that she was youthful and a bit wild. Her eyes were rimmed in shimmery pearl, hard to catch at first glance. To the untrained eye all it did was make hers appear fuller, sparkling with curiosity. She was ready for his arrival, she craved it. Now all that was left was to wait.
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