Post by stella on Feb 4, 2012 0:04:22 GMT -5
| [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,10,true][atrb=style, background-color: #131313;,true][cs=2] STELLA AVERY MADISON  | |
| [atrb=width,200] nickname s, stel, stels birthday 14/02/1984 place of birth Tangier, Morocco gender female | [atrb=width,200] sexuality heterosexual nationality Armenian, Moroccan, Russian, French, Spanish. membergroup celebrity play by Kourtney Kardashian |
| [cs=2] likes: Fashion, working, sunglasses, town cars, New York City, traveling, Milo Lowe. dislikes: Massages (no touching…), her family, the idea of love/marriage/children, being ordered around, the paparazzi. personality: Independent, career-oriented, sarcastic, blunt, stoic. family: Paula Ancelin – mother | Gisele Ancelin-Roderick – sister | Lisette Ancelin-Pattinson – sister | Laurdes Madison – father history: looking out the window of the yellow taxi cab, the new york city native sighed deeply. she was twenty nine years old, was the editor-in-chief of gq magazine new york and wwd of new york (women’s wear daily), a goodwill ambassador, and a model. she was number five on people magazine’s top 50 hottest celebrities from 2009 to 2011, number three from 1999 to 2002, and then number one in 2003. she was in the top twenty most powerful women of america for times magazine. she was on forbes top one hundred! yet here she was, still single, looking at the beautiful buildings of the upper east side. she lived across the street from central park, right on fifth avenue in a penthouse apartment. she had one of the most coveted real estate properties in all of new york city and literally lived on what forbes called “the most expensive street in the world.” it was a surprise she even held all of this prestige considering she had been born on a fishing boat off the coast of morocco. her last name was well known. madison. stella madison. she was born on a boat, raised on a coastal town unknown to most people in morocco, was discovered at the age of fifteen to become the face of marc jacobs, was tossed all over the world for photo shoots, partied with the stars, danced on table tops, secretly snorted lines of cocaine just to get through the day with ease, took a hiatus from modeling to become a goodwill ambassador, and then became the editor and chief of two highly recognized major magazine companies. she became a new york native by age sixteen, preferring to live as far away from her two older sisters and overbearing mother. her life, other than the bad, was splashed all across tabloids and she made no fuss about it. her social life was generally kept under wraps mostly because she didn’t have one and when she came back from her hiatus of doing some good for third world countries, she was immediately labeled the ice queen. no one messed with her unless they wanted their head calmly and precisely chewed off and spat back out at them. she was stella madison and she was in a new york city taxi cab leaving her prized penthouse she owned since she was sixteen years old to go to sapphire bay, California for a family reunion. she hadn’t seen her mother and sisters since she up and left. she’d seen them in tabloids, gisele, the oldest, having become the wife of the governor of california. lisette, the middle child, had been through two divorces and was now on her third husband who she met at a dinner party just six months ago. her mother was still single and trying to govern their lives, living off their supposed fame. they weren’t madisons. they were ancelins. stella took up her father’s last name once she became a model. she didn’t want to be associated with the ancelins anymore. she would miss the city, as short of a time as she was going to be gone for. how long would this be? three grueling weeks. the media had been on her case lately about having been single since 2009. they thought it was weird she wasn’t married and wasn’t popping out children yet. they knew she was the daughter of paula ancelin, that her sisters were gisele ancelin and lisette ancelin. of course the media knew-they dug up everything they could. but they didn’t know why she was single and she didn’t want them to know. her last true relationship had been with an american actor, milo lowe. he looked like a delicious mixture of jude law, johnny depp, and robert downie junior. true, he was six years her senior, but they’d been together for three and a half years before calling it quits. the media said they were the “it couple” for the entire time they’d been together. how did she meet him? oh yeah, the golden globes. he won a few awards for whatever movies he was in-she stopped going to their premiers during their last year because she was too busy in somalia and then later in ethiopia. he had complimented her on the dress she wore, which had been a coral color. she complimented him on his bow tie, which was surprisingly the same color as her dress. go figure. they found it funny and they clicked from there. he’d been the one to propose, she’d been the one to say no. he’d been the one to talk marriage and kids…and she’d been the one to say no. maybe it was because she knew, deep down, he wasn’t the one for her. the one for her she’d left behind long before meeting him. the one for her was the guy who took her virginity, who took shots of vodka off her tan stomach at beach parties, who drove a beat up pick up truck around town as fast as he could while she stood in the bed of it, flashing anyone who yelled obscenities at them, who proposed to her every other weekend and professed undying love to her after they popped pills in the kitchen and ate ramen noodles for every meal, the one who had no problem smacking her so hard across the face her head would spin, the one who made her feel like the scum of the earth and beautiful at the same time, the one who made her lose the baby when she was fifteen years old, the one who she caught sleeping with lisette when she was fourteen years old, and the one she gave up in order to become what she was today. hector lowe was a good man, the perfect man…but he wasn’t the man for her…or so she thought. she had given up the love of her life at the tender age of fifteen in order to become the multi billionaire and mega celebrity she was today. no longer did she live in a crappy little beach shack. no longer did she eat ramen noodles or pop pills or drink like her life depended on it. no, now she was stella madison, business woman, model, ice queen extraordinaire and she was on her way to sapphire bay to see a family she wanted nothing to do with because it would help gain some positive lighting on her social life-superficially-for the media, according to her agent who had yet to fail her on any occasion ever since she started. They were on their own reality show anyway. Free publicity. “sapphire bay is a beautiful city,” the taxi driver pulled her out of her thoughts and she looked over at him with a calm, cool, and collected mask on her face. “i’ve heard,” she answered simply as john f. kennedy airport came into view. the ride had seemed much longer than it actually was. “visiting family or business?” “visiting…people.” “have a safe flight, ma’am.” she handed him the money and soon enough, she was sitting on a plane, heading to sapphire bay where she would find gisele pregnant for the fourth time, her mother suddenly married to an old c.e.o of some russian company, and lisette… married for the third time…to the supposed love of stella’s life. your alias - age - experience here comes your role-play sample. make sure there are no codes in your sample. anyhow, text-colors, italics or bolds are ok. thank you. FLEMING @ CAUTION 2.0 |
