Post by livv renee adams on Apr 30, 2009 14:18:03 GMT -5
LIVV RENEE ADAMS
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NAME livviana renee adams aka livv, livvy, leelee, rennie, & adams
AGE twenty-two
GENDER female
SEXUALITY bisexual
ON TOUR WITH WHITE HOT FIRE
AS THEIR lead singer and guitarist
LIKES
DISLIKES
FEARS
STRENGTHS
WEAKNESSES
GOALS
SECRETS
PERSONALITY
Addiction. The best place to start describing Livv Adam's personality would be her addictions; the things she relies on to survive each day. Cocaine is her first drug of choice; she'll snort line after line if permitted to do so. If it is available, Livv will have it, no battle. Second vice of hers would be liquor of absolutely any kind, beer if there's nothing else. Combine the two substances together, you have one wild and fiery twenty two year old girl. Livv has been combining the two since she was sixteen years old, when her father died. Last but not least, there are cigarettes; her constant go to stress relief. Pull out the pack and lighter, inhale. The calmness overrides everything else that she has going on in her head. Due to the drugs, there's always a train wreck in her mind; something she'd never admit to as long as she lived.
Violence. If you've ever met a rockstar you can sense if they're dangerous or honestly kind. Livv is a bit more difficult than that. She looks wild, but sweet. When she talks, she acts wild and looks sweet. But if you anger her, fleeing the country would be an excellent option. Her temper is short, making it all too easy to infuriate the dark haired beauty. Her fist will land between someone's eyes before she allows them to speak and if they're arguing with her ... they won't win; whether they're wrong or right. Livv's coke addled mind will twist everything someone says until there's nothing left of it. She's a great friend, one hell of an enemy.
Loyalty. If you've managed to become close to Livv ... then you're in the clear. She is the most loyal of friends, dedicated to them no matter what. Livv will be sure to remember every holiday and birthday vital to her friends, make them smile when they're sad, and destroy whoever hurt them. She does not hesitate in defending those she loves.
Manipulation/Seduction. Though it kills her to admit it, Livv is excellent in way of manipulation. She can turn any sentence into something that will go in her favor. Every man Livv has met she has had the opportunity to make him her lover; not that she did every time. Her lips are capable of making the sweetest of words the most jaw dropping of insults with a few twists of her tongue.
Music. This is more than a big part of Livv's personality, it's almost the definition of who she is and why. Livv is dedicated to her music, it's her passion and in more than one way her life. The girl knows how to play and throw on a show, if nothing else, she can do her job beyond all reasonable doubt.
Love. Loving people isn't something Livv does often. There are those few men who've reached her heart. Her first love being the only one she's ever shared those three special words with, the other's saying it to her ... but she was never able to return it unless it was friendship wise. At the moment she doesn't trust it and fears it rather than craves it.
PARENTS
SIBLINGS
HOMETOWN
OTHER FIGURES hannie odelle - 32 - 'stepmother'
orrin helms - 24 - mentor/friend
HISTORY The weather was warm, the sun just barely setting against the ocean while Rori Adams felt the first pangs of labor. And that's where Livv Adam's story begins. The fifteen inch, eight pound baby girl was born to Rori and Jackson Adams on September first. And at the time, she was their pride and joy, lighting up their far too dark world. The only problem with Livv lighting up their world was that it darkened hers entirely. By the age of seven Livv had seen more drugs taken, drug deals, and more than enough people OD for anyone in their life to handle, much less a seven year old girl. Her mother left shortly after her seventh birthday, not even two weeks later her father brought in Hannie, the woman that would call Livv 'mom' in the future.
Despite Hannie's presence in their lives, the two weeks that they didn't have either Rori or Hannie haunted Livv and her father. The man would take Livv into the back of the trailer and beat her within an inch of her life. Demanding to know what she had done that infuriated Rori enough to leave. To this day Livv doesn't have an answer, just a unique fear of ever meeting her mother and finding out the truth. Hannie sat by while Jackson beat his daughter, allowing the girl a few luxuries when he wasn't looking. By the time Livv was eleven Hannie was finally as afraid as the girl who'd known him all her young life.
There finally came a moment in Livv's life where she decided that was enough. It was the first time she'd ever tried coke, age twelve. Her father was yelling on and on about something that didn't matter to her at all; so she lashed out. He came at her, as he always did, only this time Livv brought a bat to her father's head; rendering him unconcious. By the time he awoke Hannie had bought the twelve year old a bus ticket and sent her away; the only thing she was able to give Livv was her old acoustic. This is what choked Livv up, tugging Hannie into her heart without hesitation.
Landing in Riverside, California, not too far from where she started, Livv found a place to stay with a friend of Hannie's, Orrin. The twenty four year old man fueled the twelve year old's growing coke addiction and taught her to play guitar. With each sip of alcohol he taught her how to use her god given voice. By the time she reached fifteen Livv was on the pathway to hell and one of the greatest talents in music in Riverside. At the age of sixteen Orrin was approached while he was with Livv one day, offering her a job as the lead singer of a band. It didn't take more than a few minutes of talking to convince her to do it. Now White Hot Fire is making it, her dream is coming true, and her demons are stronger than ever.
Now she's twenty two, still with her band and bigger than they ever were. Livv has more money than she could ever dream of and her life is like a fantasy; But she always manages to send Hannie and Orrin a check of some random amount each week to show that she's alive. No matter how coked out or drunk she is, Livv always remembers those two checks whose amounts are higher than five grand each time.
NAME Mriss
AGE 18
EXPERIENCE 2 1/2 years
OTHER CHARACTERS n/a
THE MAGIC WORD -admin edit-
ROLEPLAY EXAMPLE die famous records rpg -- mackie starr
If there was one thing that Mackie had to say about Braydin it was a compliment; he was amazing in bed. Even though he was completely wasted, the way he handled himself while taking her next to a bonfire; let's just say she wasn't paying attention to the burn on her shoulder. He was quite the distraction from her hatred for Ms. Rexburg, the fact that it was her 'true love' made her that much giddier the next day when he realized what he did, freaked out, and skipped town. That didn't bother Mackie in the slightest, she had her mark to remember that night, and one more strike against the girl who stood in her way; even when she wasn't dating Nathan. It's as if Mackie was the one who could have predicted everything to that last detail. Simply because she studied the band from almost day one; knowing all she could.
But there was no time for memory lane, she was dealing with a rather hostile Braydin who seemed to have it in his head that Mackie had caused him a whole lot of trouble. As she recalled, he was just as willing a participant as herself. As for the Playe drama that Mackie had read plenty of in the magazines and on the blogs, she had to hand it to the blonde; if she wanted something she'd stake her claim. Or at least remind herself why she didn't need it. Despite Mackie's hatred for the girl, she respected her for surviving everything. Now Braydin, there's no reason to be rude. She said gently, her eyes studying their surroundings before locating his face once more, remembering every minute detail; photographic memory.
Tilting her head to the side Mackie couldn't help but smirk at his small outburst, discreet due to location. Oh boy ... We can fuck around all you like. She said soothingly, moving her body only an inch closer, the movement barely noticeable. At his next few words Mackie raised a brow, tilted her head to the side and sighed, smirking still. I have pressing engagements with several others, but for you ... you're vip. Toying with Braydin when he was angry was more fun than when he was drunk, it amazed her that he was still hostile towards her for saving him from that wench. To each his own she supposed.
This is the part where she leaned in close, her body brushing his; causing that slightly magnetic feeling that always occurs between two people who have had sex before. That remembrance of ones figure glued their bodies together for only a second before hatred seeped through. But before it did Mackie slipped her words into his ear, her lips grazing the skin. It wasn't your life I was out to fuck up. She whispered, malicious hate in her voice. Slipping away from his body so they were once again no longer touching, Mackie smiled gently, her eyes testing Braydin; seeing if he was stupid enough to push her.