Post by elle on Jun 26, 2009 5:24:05 GMT -5
GISELLE V I C T O R I A MADDISON
* I'm the trouble starter, fuckin instigator.
Im the fear addicted, danger illustrated.
Im a firestarter, twisted firestarter.
Youre the firestarter, twisted firestarter.
Im a firestarter, twisted firestarter.
Im the bitch you hated, filth infatuated.
Yeah. Im the pain you tasted, fell intoxicated.
Im a firestarter, twisted firestarter.
Youre the firestarter, twisted firestarter.
Im the self inflicted, mind detonator.
Yeah. Im the one infected, twisted animator.
Im a firestarter, twisted firestarter.
Youre the firestarter, twisted firestarter.
Im a firestarter, twisted firestarter... starter... starter...
Starter... .
HEY THERE. THE NAME IS ELLE, AND I AM 16.
I'VE BEEN ROLEPLAYING FOR ABOUT 2 YEARS & I'M A ADVANDED AFTER ALL THIS TIME. OH, BY THE WAY, I READ THE RULES. WANT PROOF?
THE CODE WORD IS ADMIN EDIT
- - - - nicknames,
- Elle: she signs her legit stories with this.
- STaRSBLeeDGoLD: Its a Pen Name. She signs her scathing gossip stories with this. Nobody knows Giselle Maddison is the mind behind STaRSBLeeDGoLD.
- - - - gender, Girl ♥
- - - - age, twenty-one
- - - - sexuality, Hetero
- - - - member group, Press.
- - - - (if band or crew)band, No Affiliation.
- - - - play by, Sommer Ata
- - - - hair, Auburn is probably the right term for it. Elle's hair is a rich, reddish-brown. More brown than red, but you can see the red tint in the sunlight. She's never died it and never plans to. Its naturally wavy, though she does take the time to straighten it every now and then. Since high school she has had side swept bangs, though the length and cut have varied greatly.
- - - - built, Slim. The effect is made exaggerated by her height, but Giselle is a small person. She definitely has a waist, and though she would tell you her hips were too big, anyone who actually had big hips would say that she shouldn't even open her mouth. They're just a little larger than you would suspect proportionally, even though she's only a size 4.
- - - - height, 5'7''
- - - - fashion sense, Muted or Vintage. Giselle definitely has fashion sense, as is evident by her passive, but elegantly assembled outfits (and her ability to effectively shred those of the stars), but she is a firm believer that less is more. Not in the coverage sense, because most of Giselle's outfits are suitable to be worn in front of her grandparents. But she does not over-accessorise, clash patterns or wear very loud colors. She prefers solids over patterns, and even her graphic tee's are usually simple. But because Elle doesn't dress flashy, most people don't give her enough credit.
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- Eating ice cream out of the carton. (Her freezer is never without a pint of Ben & Jerry's)
- Writing. It is her life. Giselle has two blogs. One semi-professional one that actually gives stories about real happenings in the music community. And one on which she rips celebrities and trash talks.
- Reading. She also always has a book to read. She's compiled a list of books she wants to read, that has become so long that she will probably never be able to actually read them all.
- Surfing. She might look like an sweet little nerd on the outside but Elle loves surfing. When she settles somewhere permanently, you can be sure that it'll be near the beach.
- Socializing. Elle wouldn't be good at her job if she didn't actually like talking to the people she gets her stories from.
- Cats. She brings her cat Bells everywhere she can. Most of the hotels on the tour don't let her, but when she can manage it, the cat is her roommate. Bells doesn't mind the travel. She's probably desensitized by now.
- Musicians. Elle has a soft spot for them. She's gotten in trouble because of it before, and she probably will again.
- Vintage Jewelry. Her jewelry box is stocked with trinkets and other things that Giselle has made into jewelry. She'll probably never get a chance to wear it all because she only ever wears two or three pieces at a time, but just having it all makes her happy.
- Poker. She learned when she was five because her brother thought he could take her money but she wound up cleaning him out. Back then it was just for quarters and allowance money. By now the stakes are a bit higher. But Elle can still mop the floor most people
- - - - loathes,
- Most vegetables. She's never liked them, and probably never will.
- Ignorant people. Basically she has no patience for stupid people. Idiocy is lower than being an ass hole in her book. (Unless said asshole happens to be an idiot...he would be the bottom of the barrel.
- Stars who are full of themselves. The higher they think they are, the harder they fall. And the easier it is for Giselle to push them off their pedestal.
- Writer's Block. It is the bane of her existence.
- Getting Super Drunk. She'll have a drink or two to keep up appearances, but Giselle like being in control of herself, and when she gets too drunk she tends to get clumsy. She hates feeling like she's embarrassing herself.
- People who think they're being original when really everyone and their mother is doing the exact same thing. (Sorry, but none of you invented stripes or leg warmers. And you can't have brought anything back unless it was already gone. Your style is probably done by a thousand other people. No one is as groundbreaking as they think they are.)
- Lizards and most reptiles. They give her the shivers.
- Messiness. Giselle won't be able to go to sleep if she knows her room is messy. She keeps everything in her living space spotless and organized.
- Cold weather. Being cold makes her cranky.
- - - - strengths,
- Writing. She wouldn't do it if she weren't good at it. Giselle is an excellent writer. She has nearly perfect grammar, and complete control over her style. From reading her two blogs, nobody would suspect that they are written by the same person.
- Lying. Its a nasty little habit that comes in handy more often than one would suspect. Giselle finds it very easy to lie because she has no reservations about doing so and knows the key rule: the best lies are half truth.
- Charisma. Giselle knows how to be charming. The press pass will get her in, but it doesn't mean people have to talk to her. She wouldn't get half of her stories without flirting shamelessly, so she has mastered the technique. A little flattery will go a long way, but leaving them wanting more goes a lot farther.
- Reading people. Probably because she knows how to lie, Giselle is very good at telling when people are lying. She isn't fooled by acts, but aside from just being able to pick someone's motives apart, her instincts about a person are almost always correct.
- - - - weaknesses,
- Math/Science. That side of academia never really clicked for Elle. She is intelligent, but not logical. Her poor grades nearly cost her admission to Berkeley.
- Musicians. They're just so sexy? How can she not get a little weak around them.
- Empathy/Sympathy. Elle is not good at relating to people. Even if she's been through something similar, her will to not relive it will prevent her from connecting. But the biggest problem is probably that she just doesn't really care about most people's feelings. It doesn't bother her at all when other people are upset.
- Opening up and Avoiding her Problems. Basically, Giselle just doesn't do it. She doesn't really know how. Her usual modus operandi is to avoid her problems. If she is upset about something, she will convince herself that she's upset about something else, just so she doesn't have to deal with it. She hates talking about her problems, because she doesn't like people thinking she's weak.
- - - - dreams, Giselle wants to become editor in chief of a nationally distributed magazine...preferably one that she starts. But she knows this is a long way off. In the short term, she wants her blog to keep getting hits.
- - - - fears, Failure. Elle is afraid that she will end up as an old lady still blogging and bitching as she sits in a living room covered in cat fur. Alone. She is afraid of never falling in love, and dying alone, having made no mark on the world for anyone to remember.
- - - - overall personality, Giselle is kind of two-faced. She wasn't always like this, but a few incidents in high school that caused her to bag the whole naive thing have turned her against herself. In public and around friends she's still the same outgoing sweetheart she's always been. She's very laid back and easy to get along with, and she could talk for hours with anyone, even if she's only just met them. She's happy just to be in the company of other people. And when she doesn't like someone, she is the kind of girl to just live and let live...until she gets back to her computer and writes a scathingly therapeutic, but anonymous blog about what an annoying b*tch so&so is. The thing is, she didn't used to do the scathing therapy sessions. She used to let things just roll off her back, and somewhere along the way, she lost this quality.
Now, she will hold a grudge and act on it. Giselle sees no backlash from her revenge because she's worked out a way for it to not get back to her. Behind closed doors, Elle doesn't give a damn about anybody else, or their feelings. She assumes that nobody will go out of their way to bother recognizing hers, and so sees no point in gratifying theirs. She's cold, and manipulative, and even when she's out being sweet and chatting it up with the subject (victim) of her next story, her motives are always the same: get the scoop. Finding good gossip has become the only thing driving her, and she will use everything in her arsenal to get the angle she wants.
But her secretive nature and cunning habits often drive people away who get too close. She has a lot of friends, but no best friends; no one she confides in or really relates to. Even when she does get close to someone, there's still a wall there. If anyone ever found out she was the one signing STaRSBLeeDGoLD at the bottom of her blog, she would be ruined, and any chance of her having her own magazine one day would evaporate. So in relationships she's very touch and go. Giselle has the capacity to be extremely passionate and loyal, but she rarely gets to that point. She doesn't think she could fully trust anyone ever again.
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- - - - family,
Father Aaron Liam Maddison :: 51 :: Sports Columnist
Brother James Cole Maddison :: 23 :: Pyro-technician
- - - - pets, Bells, her cat, who stays at her parents house when Elle can't bring her on tour.
- - - - overall history, Giselle grew up in San Diego. Her parents, Charlotte and Aaron already had one child, a boy, James, who had been born two years previously. The young family moved into a two bedroom townhouse on the outskirts of the city when Giselle was born, and she would spend the first seven years of her life playing in the woods and the creek behind their house. She and her brother were close; well, not super close, but their bickering and arguments didn't last long. They usually got over it pretty quickly. Another brother-sister pair had cornered the market on fighting. Giselle's best friend Allison and her brother Garrett fought constantly. But the four always had fun together.
She grew up happily, as any kid with enough room to run around would. Giselle even liked school. She got excellent grades all throughout elementary school. It was when she got to middle school that things started to drop off. She had always assumed that her family was perfect. Until her parents got divorced at the beginning of her 6th grade year, she was blissfully unaware that they had grown apart. The separation hit her hard. For the stability of their children, it was worked out that they would stay in the home, and the parents would swap out. The family moved to a suburb closer to the city with a little more room so the kids could have separate bedrooms, and an apartment was rented closer to their parents' jobs. For one week, Aaron would live with the kids, for the next it would be Charlotte, and so on. But Giselle, didn't want to move. She didn't mind sharing a room with her brother, and she loved her old neighborhood, and she didn't want her parents to separate. Middle school was horrible for her. She was in a new school, and transfered in after all the cliques had separated themselves from each other. Elle never really fit in with any group; until she got to high school, she was the quiet nerdy girl who was always scribbling something into her notebook.
High school brought another change. Giselle finally found some steady friends, and in fact, after she blossomed out of her awkward gangley adolescent self, she became part of the popular crowd. But being new to it, she was still a little naive about how things worked. She was pegged once again as the "sweetheart". She didn't dress sexy or flirt shamelessly or spread rumors (though she always knew them before anyone else). She always assumed everyone was just out for a good time; never that anyone was trying to take advantage of her. In her Junior year, Giselle had a steady boyfriend, Patrick. (Keep in mind that it was steady only by high school terms.) They had been dating for three months before Giselle realized that Patrick only wanted to get in her pants. Unfortunately she realized a bit too late. It happened at a party, while she was blitzed, in one of the many bedrooms of a house that belonged to...whoever. She didn't even know the guy. But it happened, and after it did, Patrick walked out on her. She found him half an hour later making out with one of her friends. Then she knew how it really was. The whole high school scene came into sharp focus and everything Giselle had been convincing herself about her friends fell away; for the first time, with the clairvoyance that only comes in a state of tragic drunkenness, Elle could see her "friends" with perfect clarity. They were only out for themselves.
She decided the next morning as she was discretely nursing her hangover that she needed to make a change. If they were only out for themselves, than she would have to be too. Giselle finished up her high school years at the top of her game. She wrote for the school paper, and even found the beginnings of her scathing habits. Every third week for the last semester of her senior year she circulated a flier, anonymously, starting and fueling the rumors about the "elite" of the school. She even spread a few about herself to take herself out of the running. She signed the flier "The Snitch", and it created an uproar among the popular crowd.
After she graduated, Giselle attended Berkeley. Once again she made friends fast, but this time she kept her distance. She worked on the paper as a columnist for the current events section, covering the best parties, pre-games and protests. She became infamous around campus as being the one you want to invite if you want the coverage. Nearly every one of her stories got printed in her senior year. Last spring she graduated with honors. She's working the Smash It Up tour as an intern, covering the shows and the after-parties, and covertly, the rumors.
- - - - rp sample, A deep sigh of relief seemed to be a much more effective medicine than anything Madam Pomfrey ever could have given her. But it had to be honest, and the one she took as Rabastan brought her hand to his lips could have slipped out with one hand on the Bible. The voice cursing her for letting him off so easily was hardly audible next to the one that was shouting hallelujah from the highest point it could find. He hadn't had it so easily anyway. And every ounce of mistrust she'd acquired for him vanished. She had no choice but to believe everything he had said wholeheartedly. It wasn't back to normal, but if she was honest with herself she knew it never would be the same. It couldn't be, and that wasn't necessarily a bad thing. The simple fact was that too many emotions had been stuffed into such a small amount of time that their significance trumped anything that had existed in the six years prior. And more importantly, Amelie could no longer deny that she had feelings for him deeper than just friendship. She couldn't deny that the point she'd been drilling him with throughout the entire two week period had been 'I want you for myself, so you can't have her'. It hadn't been 'how could you sink so low, you can do so much better', but much a more case specific 'how could you sink so low, I am so much better'. And if he was honest enough he would have noticed that too.
Things would definitely change now, and Amelie could only be convinced that it was for the better. She had her promise. Even her surroundings seemed happier -- she hadn't really been upset with the hospital wing in the first place, but now the cliched sterile white everything felt more like a cloud than an infirmary. Minus the smell she could have been fooled. Through Amelie's rose colored glasses, it wasn't a bunch of white paint and plastic. It was the sunlight draining the color. They were really in a rainbow of a room. (Green was mysteriously absent for once.) And it was vivid. Amelie watched their hands as Rabastan lowered them back down to the bed. She wouldn't have let him go even if he'd tried to, but he seemed to be thinking along the same lines. They'd just gotten each other back. There was no way he was leaving without a fight. That was how it had always been, but the resolve was thrown into such sharp relief against the backdrop of necessity and illegality.
The prospect of being stolen away by Rabastan was one Amelie wouldn't have put much of a fight up against. To hell with hospital protocol. It seemed to her that having her best friend back was really the only thing she ever needed (well that and a square meal), and in fact that she could have been cured by a bit of fancy wand work and bed rest now seemed like a load of crap anyway. She would have never really been okay until she could hold his hand again. Amelie looked around to the back of the room again for the nurse, who in light of Amelie's new found desire to leave with Rab, seemed more like an overlord than a caretaker. Still she was no where to be seen though, and Rab's actual question had sparked one of Amelie's own, or rather reignited it. How long she had already been there would no doubt have a say in how long she'd be forced to stay. "I don't really know. You actually got here right after I woke up. I haven't seen the nurse yet..." She turned back to him, not wanting to keep her eyes away for too long. She no longer feared that he would disappear in a puff of smoke and confusion, but she had to make up for lost time. All those times she couldn't let herself look at him had worn on her. "But if you kidnap me can we eat something first?" she asked with a small smile. Her stomach growled irritably as if on cue.[/ul][/ul]
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