Post by regean delilah santos on Aug 5, 2010 21:35:13 GMT -5
R E G E A N D E L I A H S A N T O S
` [/COLOR] "and still i dream she'll come to me, that we will live the years together. but there are dreams that cannot and there are storms we cannot weather."
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IT UP FOR NINETEEN YEARS. DON'T MESS WITH ME I'LL SCREW YOU UP,
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I PLAY A TOTAL OF 2: regean santos and axel locksley.
[/center]* NAME, regean delilah santos
* NICKNAMES, rae, reggae, geney.
* GENDER, female.
* SEXUALITY, heterosexual.
* AGE & BIRTHDAY, twenty & march 11th.
* GRADE/OCCUPATION, sophomore/piano instructor.
* MEMBER GROUP, university student.
* FACE CLAIM, lea michele.
* PARENTS,
debra elizabeth santos - 41 - ex-broadway star
alexander ian santos - 55 - retired manager
* SIBLINGS,
jillian ---- santos - 20 - twin sister
* OTHER, n/a.
* HOMETOWN, los angeles, california.
* OVERALL HISTORY,
- was the first of two girls to be born. her mother was a star, so the pregnancy had severely damaged her career. soon after, her mother dumped the baby girls off on the nearest maid and went about trying to get her figure back in order to get her career back on track. with alexander home more often, he'd be able to take better care of the girls than her mother could. the woman's pride had been far more important than the family he thought he had been trying to create.
- growing up, due to the lack of involvement from their mother, regean and jillian were raised by the help and their father. the two girls tended to stick close together, rather than being like most siblings and either hating each other, or attempting to one up the other. despite it all, regean stuck close to jillian, feeling the stability of having her there.
- in high school, the pair went about the same things, music, theatre, whatever they could sink their teeth into. regean steadily began to become more and more competitive, even going to great lengths to get what she wanted, even harming a poor girl's just for a silly role. her sister is the only one aware of regean's misdeed, but the girl never plans to out herself. her sister knows almost all her secrets, except for the one that happened during her senior year. after she had been dating a boy for a long time, they realized that she had gotten pregnant. she had been both upset and somewhat excited. but due to a fall down the stairs, she lost the baby. something that's haunted her ever since.
- both enrolled at the same university in order to pursue their dreams. regean's competitiveness as proven to be greatly troubling and she knows that if she doesn't keep it in check, that it will likely cost her some great opportunities. she does her best to stay positive and fair, but there are times when it all gets out of hand.
- despite her mother's distance away from them growing up, she has suddenly been attempting to make contact with her twin girls. regean has let many calls go unanswered, letters ripped, and emails deleted. she hasn't told her sister about it, and fears that if she were to find out about the lie, she would hate her forever.
* EYE COLOR, brown.
* HAIR COLOR, brown.
* WEIGHT, 115 lbs.
* HEIGHT, 5'4".
* TATTOOS & PIERCINGS, two pierced ears.
* DISTINGUISHING FEATURES, a scar she desperately tries to hide on her chin from when she fell into a grovel pit growing up.
* SECRETS,
-- had a miscarriage when she was a senior in high school
-- once put a laxative in a competition girl's cup to knock her out of the running for a part in a high school production.
* DREAMS,
-- become a broadway star like her mother
-- do better than her mother, yet still make time for her future family.
* FEARS,
-- that her competitive nature will cost her her dreams
-- that she'll die alone.
* PERSONALITY, self centered, stubborn, competitive, oddly introverted, aggressive.
` ROLE-PLAY EXAMPLE,
Michael sighed as he pulled the apron from his waist and ran his fingers through his hair. Only after that moment, did the tall man realize that he had just ran flour through his dark hair. He groaned, and pouted down at his hands, a laugh catching his attention as Brianna McCauley walked over to him, her hand on her swollen stomach. He shrugged his shoulders and watched as she started to brush it out of his hair. What would be do without the blonde? Crash and burn, maternity leave was going to kick him in the ass if he didn't get the chance to tell Molly he needed her to take over until Brianna returned.
"You can leave ya know, Mikey. I have everything under control. It's a Saturday morning, go do your thing."
He looked at her for a moment, a smile covering his lips as he wiped his hands off on his apron before Bri slowly took it from him. She offered that gentle smile and he nodded his head a bit in response. "You're right. I guess I'm just worried about you. You better start cutting back on your hours." He said gently as he reached down and rested his hand against her stomach. God it was a miracle, wasn't it? He hoped that Bri and Gene were prepared for their new little girl, but he had a feeling they were more than ready. He then leaned down and planted a fatherly kiss against the top of Bri's head before moving out from behind the counter. "Keep Seb out of the chocolate this time and I will see you tomorrow morning." He called after the blonde before leaving completely.
He killed the engine of his bike as he pulled the helmet from his head with a heavy sigh. As he walked up the stairs to his home he looked toward the frog that was usually perched upright, noticing that he was now laying on his side and the spare key was removed. He stared for a moment, a little nervous as dread washed over him. He then looked to the door of his house, noticing that it was slightly ajar. Oh god. His green eyes widened as he waited for a lingering moment, his eyes darting around the premises, or what he could see of it. He then gathered what courage he had and pushed the door open. He stuck his head in first, looking around with wide bug eyes before stepping in completely. His towering frame moved into the foyer, his hand pushing the door shut with a loud click. He held his helmet tightly against him, like a child holding a precious item while making his way inside. He then stepped into the living room, ready for anything but this. He was met with the radiant sight of Evelyn as she sat on his couch, the spare key in her hand. At least it wasn't a burglar. A shuddered laugh left his lips as he stared down at her.
"Evie.." He whispered gently in a feeble greeting. It was hard to believe that she was sitting right here in front of him. They had spoken once before, but they had had the security of the internet to keep them from each other. Now there was nothing but open air. Nothing else. He stood there, almost paralyzed in his place as he stared down at her. Her hair was darker, her skin was paler, but she was still the most beautiful thing he had ever laid eyes on. How he could have let her go was beyond him. Then again, he had been a different person then. Easily set off, rough around the edges, hardly someone you'd want to stay with for too long. But now look at him? Five years later and he wore different clothes, he shaved regularly, and he seemed to have this wide eyed innocence about him. Intense therapy could change a person. He went from being a mental case to the shy guy you met on the street and wondered if he was really that sweet or if he was playing you. Then he moved toward her, his hand reaching out to touch her shoulder for a moment. Making sure she was actually here before he went for it and wrapped her up into his arms in a warm hug. He sighed gently, closing his eyes as he pressed her into him. It was safe to say the man missed her. He then instinctively pressed a kiss against the top of her head, a sigh leaving his lips. "I've missed you..."
"You can leave ya know, Mikey. I have everything under control. It's a Saturday morning, go do your thing."
He looked at her for a moment, a smile covering his lips as he wiped his hands off on his apron before Bri slowly took it from him. She offered that gentle smile and he nodded his head a bit in response. "You're right. I guess I'm just worried about you. You better start cutting back on your hours." He said gently as he reached down and rested his hand against her stomach. God it was a miracle, wasn't it? He hoped that Bri and Gene were prepared for their new little girl, but he had a feeling they were more than ready. He then leaned down and planted a fatherly kiss against the top of Bri's head before moving out from behind the counter. "Keep Seb out of the chocolate this time and I will see you tomorrow morning." He called after the blonde before leaving completely.
He killed the engine of his bike as he pulled the helmet from his head with a heavy sigh. As he walked up the stairs to his home he looked toward the frog that was usually perched upright, noticing that he was now laying on his side and the spare key was removed. He stared for a moment, a little nervous as dread washed over him. He then looked to the door of his house, noticing that it was slightly ajar. Oh god. His green eyes widened as he waited for a lingering moment, his eyes darting around the premises, or what he could see of it. He then gathered what courage he had and pushed the door open. He stuck his head in first, looking around with wide bug eyes before stepping in completely. His towering frame moved into the foyer, his hand pushing the door shut with a loud click. He held his helmet tightly against him, like a child holding a precious item while making his way inside. He then stepped into the living room, ready for anything but this. He was met with the radiant sight of Evelyn as she sat on his couch, the spare key in her hand. At least it wasn't a burglar. A shuddered laugh left his lips as he stared down at her.
"Evie.." He whispered gently in a feeble greeting. It was hard to believe that she was sitting right here in front of him. They had spoken once before, but they had had the security of the internet to keep them from each other. Now there was nothing but open air. Nothing else. He stood there, almost paralyzed in his place as he stared down at her. Her hair was darker, her skin was paler, but she was still the most beautiful thing he had ever laid eyes on. How he could have let her go was beyond him. Then again, he had been a different person then. Easily set off, rough around the edges, hardly someone you'd want to stay with for too long. But now look at him? Five years later and he wore different clothes, he shaved regularly, and he seemed to have this wide eyed innocence about him. Intense therapy could change a person. He went from being a mental case to the shy guy you met on the street and wondered if he was really that sweet or if he was playing you. Then he moved toward her, his hand reaching out to touch her shoulder for a moment. Making sure she was actually here before he went for it and wrapped her up into his arms in a warm hug. He sighed gently, closing his eyes as he pressed her into him. It was safe to say the man missed her. He then instinctively pressed a kiss against the top of her head, a sigh leaving his lips. "I've missed you..."
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