Post by redmund sage devereux on Dec 28, 2011 13:23:24 GMT -5
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---------------- MAIN INFO ---------------
FULL NAME, Redmund Sage Devereux.
NICKNAMES, Red.
AGE, Ninteen.
HOMETOWN, New York, America.
YEAR, Second.
SUBJECT/JOB, Drama/Professional Model.
SEXUALITY, Heterosexual.
PLAY BY, Barbara Palvin.
NICKNAMES, Red.
AGE, Ninteen.
HOMETOWN, New York, America.
YEAR, Second.
SUBJECT/JOB, Drama/Professional Model.
SEXUALITY, Heterosexual.
PLAY BY, Barbara Palvin.
---------------- PERSONALITY ---------------
LIKES, Fashion, speed, sweets, being right, acting, old films, shopping, reading, clubbing, hanging out with friends, the smell of tea, those irresistible bad boys, summer, swimming, flirting, teasing, sarcasm, being unpredictable, honesty.
DISLIKES, Liars (but ironically enough, she's can tell a good one), bitches, unneeded drama, cheesy films, stereotypes, people who presume what she's like without getting to know her, sour things, being wrong, wasting time, immaturity.
FEARS, Being the failure of the family, never making it, being unwanted, any insects.
PERSONALITY, You must have heard of the Devereux's: rich, beautiful and fabulous.
The mother, a super model desired world-wide, and the father, an a-list actor with his names scattered across credits all over the movie screens. The older brother, following in his father's footsteps, and the youngest daughter, bravely striding for both.
But with popularity, rumours follow; the drug addictions, the bad attitudes, the slutty behavior; one picture of Red leaving a club, and suddenly she's out of control.
None of it is true.
Red is actually quite a laid-back person. She prefers to hang out with friends and go shopping than to do any work, but she'll get around to it eventually. She prides her honesty above everything else, and she won't sugar coat for anyone, because if the situation was reversed, she'd prefer to be told the cold, hard truth. She's nice to everyone she meets--nice, meaning she'll tease you, be sarcastic and flirt depending on your gender; but that's her being friendly--but from the first thirty seconds of meeting, she'll draw up an opinion of you, and will treat you accordingly. If she doesn't like you, she won't be friendly, but she won't exactly be rude, either; unless, of course, you decide to be a bitch, to which Red will gladly retaliate. If she likes you, she'll continue her friendliness--only exaggerated.
Boys and fashion are hobbies of hers, and she adores all two of them. She loves to flirt and tease, but she'll hesitate at going any further; especially since her last (and first) boyfriend. She loves fashion and reads Vogue almost religiously, and keeps up with the latest fashion trends--sometimes even starting them.
DISLIKES, Liars (but ironically enough, she's can tell a good one), bitches, unneeded drama, cheesy films, stereotypes, people who presume what she's like without getting to know her, sour things, being wrong, wasting time, immaturity.
FEARS, Being the failure of the family, never making it, being unwanted, any insects.
PERSONALITY, You must have heard of the Devereux's: rich, beautiful and fabulous.
The mother, a super model desired world-wide, and the father, an a-list actor with his names scattered across credits all over the movie screens. The older brother, following in his father's footsteps, and the youngest daughter, bravely striding for both.
But with popularity, rumours follow; the drug addictions, the bad attitudes, the slutty behavior; one picture of Red leaving a club, and suddenly she's out of control.
None of it is true.
Red is actually quite a laid-back person. She prefers to hang out with friends and go shopping than to do any work, but she'll get around to it eventually. She prides her honesty above everything else, and she won't sugar coat for anyone, because if the situation was reversed, she'd prefer to be told the cold, hard truth. She's nice to everyone she meets--nice, meaning she'll tease you, be sarcastic and flirt depending on your gender; but that's her being friendly--but from the first thirty seconds of meeting, she'll draw up an opinion of you, and will treat you accordingly. If she doesn't like you, she won't be friendly, but she won't exactly be rude, either; unless, of course, you decide to be a bitch, to which Red will gladly retaliate. If she likes you, she'll continue her friendliness--only exaggerated.
Boys and fashion are hobbies of hers, and she adores all two of them. She loves to flirt and tease, but she'll hesitate at going any further; especially since her last (and first) boyfriend. She loves fashion and reads Vogue almost religiously, and keeps up with the latest fashion trends--sometimes even starting them.
---------------- HISTORY ---------------
FATHER, Alexander Devereux
MOTHER, Olivia Devereux
OTHER FAMILY, Thomas Devereux, brother.
HISTORY, She wasn't supposed to be born as a girl.
The doctors told the Devereux's that the sonogram showed a healthy, baby boy--a younger brother for little Tommy. The family were delighted; they painted the spare room baby blue, decorated it with little toy soldiers slicked in shiny red costumes, and train sets to match. They took out the old baby name books and flipped through the pages night after night, arguing and discussing over whether this matched that, or whether it flowed or didn't.
In the end, none of it mattered.
Because the boy, wasn't a boy at all; it was a girl.
As much of a shock as it was, the parents weren't fazed much. The name, boy or not, still stayed.
Thomas Devereux, peered at the ball of pink, clinging to the leg of his father. Alexander clutched his newest daughter carefully, looking at her with wide eyes and an adoring expression; the four year old wasn't pleased.
"I don't like it. I thought it was supposed to be a boy, daddy." He wrinkled his nose. "Send it back."
Alexander, still gazing at his baby, quirked his head slightly to the side, "send her back where, kid?"
"Back where she came from."
The father paused mid coo, and drooped down to face his son, eye to eye. "Thomas, this is your sister. She's not going anywhere."
Fourty six minutes and two tantrums later, Tommy finally accepted the fact that there was a new girl to the family; but the grudging look in his green eyes still lingered.
Nine years later, the Tommy had matured (somewhat), but the feeling still remained. Only this time, Red was able to fight back.
The older boy watched, lips twisted into a grimace, as he watched his sister preen in front of the camera, before prancing around in her pristine, white dress. He clutched the spray can with sweaty hands; anticipation clear in his expression. As soon as the camera crew left, Tommy bounced forward, swinging up the spray can, nozzle facing his sister, cow-boy style. Before she could react, he pressed his index finger forward, covering Red in, ironically, red paint. Her screams brought shrill pains in his ear.
"Moooooooooooooooooooooom! Tommy's bulling meee!"
"Am not!"
"Don't lie! You are! You ruined my dress!"
"Oh, so sorry, precious!"
Olivia hurried down the stairs, throwing herself between the shrieking bodies of children. After they all calmed down, she dolled out the punishments: all photo shoots for Red were cancelled, including her make up bag, phone, and the newest set of clothes she'd recently bought. Tommy had his xbox taken away, his allowance cut in half for four weeks, and grounded for two.
Thankfully, as the years rolled on, the two matured once more, and luckily, their friendship also grew.
At the age of sixteen, Red met Daniel; the best, and worst, thing to ever happen to her.
She was at her locker, calmly shoving her books into the metal box, one after the other without much care. When she slammed it shut, he was there, hair fabulously disheveled and looking as bad as they came.
"Hey."
"..Hey."
She hesitated; her parents were famous, her brother was steadily making his way into the industry, and so was she. Past experiences had taught her the disadvantages of such a lifestyle, causing her to be somewhat wary when meeting strangers. But still he, with his loose shirt and leather motor-bike jacket (even then, she had a thing for dangerous speed), caused her to drop down her guard.
He was Daniel Rousseau, school's biggest bad boy. And she, Redmund Devereux, school's famous model. They were the worst couple, but also, oddly, the best.
They went out for over a year, when suddenly, making out on the coach with the occasional fumble wasn't enough for Danny. A few months after her seventeenth birthday, he surprised her with a neatly made bed, and one newly bought condom.
He brushed her neck with soft kisses, steering her towards the bed. "I love you, you know." He murmured, one hand dancing across his skin. "I love you so much."
He ignored her 'no's, and 'stop it right now's; he was the rebel, the boy who listened to nobody.
Call it a brother's intuition.
He knew, like you knew when to let go when touched hot metal. He knew, like you knew when you had to sleep. He just knew.
And so he tore into his younger sister's boyfriend's house, following the shouts, and slammed open the door, ripping off Danny, and slamming him into the wall.
"Get off my sister!"
A grunt; the sound of skin hitting skin.
"Tommy, stop! You're going to kill him!"
The news was all over the school: Red and Danny had broken up.
The next month, Red left for Paris to join La Lumineuse, to increase her acting skills.
They've never talked since.
MOTHER, Olivia Devereux
OTHER FAMILY, Thomas Devereux, brother.
HISTORY, She wasn't supposed to be born as a girl.
The doctors told the Devereux's that the sonogram showed a healthy, baby boy--a younger brother for little Tommy. The family were delighted; they painted the spare room baby blue, decorated it with little toy soldiers slicked in shiny red costumes, and train sets to match. They took out the old baby name books and flipped through the pages night after night, arguing and discussing over whether this matched that, or whether it flowed or didn't.
In the end, none of it mattered.
Because the boy, wasn't a boy at all; it was a girl.
As much of a shock as it was, the parents weren't fazed much. The name, boy or not, still stayed.
Thomas Devereux, peered at the ball of pink, clinging to the leg of his father. Alexander clutched his newest daughter carefully, looking at her with wide eyes and an adoring expression; the four year old wasn't pleased.
"I don't like it. I thought it was supposed to be a boy, daddy." He wrinkled his nose. "Send it back."
Alexander, still gazing at his baby, quirked his head slightly to the side, "send her back where, kid?"
"Back where she came from."
The father paused mid coo, and drooped down to face his son, eye to eye. "Thomas, this is your sister. She's not going anywhere."
Fourty six minutes and two tantrums later, Tommy finally accepted the fact that there was a new girl to the family; but the grudging look in his green eyes still lingered.
Nine years later, the Tommy had matured (somewhat), but the feeling still remained. Only this time, Red was able to fight back.
The older boy watched, lips twisted into a grimace, as he watched his sister preen in front of the camera, before prancing around in her pristine, white dress. He clutched the spray can with sweaty hands; anticipation clear in his expression. As soon as the camera crew left, Tommy bounced forward, swinging up the spray can, nozzle facing his sister, cow-boy style. Before she could react, he pressed his index finger forward, covering Red in, ironically, red paint. Her screams brought shrill pains in his ear.
"Moooooooooooooooooooooom! Tommy's bulling meee!"
"Am not!"
"Don't lie! You are! You ruined my dress!"
"Oh, so sorry, precious!"
Olivia hurried down the stairs, throwing herself between the shrieking bodies of children. After they all calmed down, she dolled out the punishments: all photo shoots for Red were cancelled, including her make up bag, phone, and the newest set of clothes she'd recently bought. Tommy had his xbox taken away, his allowance cut in half for four weeks, and grounded for two.
Thankfully, as the years rolled on, the two matured once more, and luckily, their friendship also grew.
At the age of sixteen, Red met Daniel; the best, and worst, thing to ever happen to her.
She was at her locker, calmly shoving her books into the metal box, one after the other without much care. When she slammed it shut, he was there, hair fabulously disheveled and looking as bad as they came.
"Hey."
"..Hey."
She hesitated; her parents were famous, her brother was steadily making his way into the industry, and so was she. Past experiences had taught her the disadvantages of such a lifestyle, causing her to be somewhat wary when meeting strangers. But still he, with his loose shirt and leather motor-bike jacket (even then, she had a thing for dangerous speed), caused her to drop down her guard.
He was Daniel Rousseau, school's biggest bad boy. And she, Redmund Devereux, school's famous model. They were the worst couple, but also, oddly, the best.
They went out for over a year, when suddenly, making out on the coach with the occasional fumble wasn't enough for Danny. A few months after her seventeenth birthday, he surprised her with a neatly made bed, and one newly bought condom.
He brushed her neck with soft kisses, steering her towards the bed. "I love you, you know." He murmured, one hand dancing across his skin. "I love you so much."
He ignored her 'no's, and 'stop it right now's; he was the rebel, the boy who listened to nobody.
Call it a brother's intuition.
He knew, like you knew when to let go when touched hot metal. He knew, like you knew when you had to sleep. He just knew.
And so he tore into his younger sister's boyfriend's house, following the shouts, and slammed open the door, ripping off Danny, and slamming him into the wall.
"Get off my sister!"
A grunt; the sound of skin hitting skin.
"Tommy, stop! You're going to kill him!"
The news was all over the school: Red and Danny had broken up.
The next month, Red left for Paris to join La Lumineuse, to increase her acting skills.
They've never talked since.
---------------- ABOUT YOU ---------------
YOUR NAME, Sloth.
CONTACT, PM, facebook if you ask nicely<3
OTHER, Hiya<3
CONTACT, PM, facebook if you ask nicely<3
OTHER, Hiya<3
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