Post by Roxie Bell on Sept 8, 2015 0:13:52 GMT -5
LAS VEGAS CENSUS PLEASE FILL OUT THIS FORM AND RETURN BY MAIL. Roxie Bell  BASIC INFORMATION
PHYSICAL DESCRIPTION HAIR COLOR AND STYLE: Roxie's beautiful blonde locks are always blonde and always curled. The only thing that changes is whether she wears it up or down. She's a fashionable girl, she has to stay in with what's hot. EYE COLOR: Bright blue BODY BUILD: Thin with curves in all the right places. GET UP: Is that dress tight enough? Is that hem above the knees? How much cleveage does that blouse show? These are the questions that run through Roxie's head when she is shopping—which she is very often found doing. She has the body, why not show it off? Besides it get Harv hot under the collar and she does so love it when he looks at her with that fire in his eyes. PERSONALITY DISPOSITION: Roxie lives to be the center of attention. She isn't particularly self centered, but she thrives off being the center of everyone's universe. She will do anything—literally anything—to get attention. It gives her even more joy when she doesn't return the sentiment—such is the reason why she's strung many men along in her life. She gets such a rush of power when she cant control men's strings. She also loves to be spoiled. Her whole life has been getting a foot in the good life and trying to stay there. She treasures material things—clothes, jewelry, shoes, purses, houses etc. And she only strives to get the best of these things. She's gotten the best things in life since she was born and desires to continue doing so. Part of these luxuries that get her attention and adoration is drugs—cocaine to be exact. While she doesn't consider herself to be one of those dirty people who can't even stand without getting a hit of the stuff, she is in her own way addicted to it. She would rather go days without eating than without taking a sniff. That would help her fit into that hot little dress she saw at the corner boutique anyway. Roxie is never wrong. About anything. She knows everything there is to know about everything. And that's that. But maybe the most important part of her life and her personality is her deep, burning love of her big daddy; Harvey Wolfe. She is deeply loyal to him and wouldn't betray him even to spare her own life. She is a ride or die girl when it comes to Harv. She loves him so fiercely she would make anyone rue the day they took him away from her. HISTORY HOMETOWN: Brooklyn, New York FAMILY: Martha Bell & Harold Bell; deceased FRIENDS: None. RECORD: Born in Brooklyn, New York Roxie was the only child of a decently affluent family. Her father, Harold, owned a very prolific sugar refinery when he met his wife. The income from this made the Bells a comfortable member of the middle class. For this reason they felt it necessary to spoil their daughter, Roxie. But, unfortunately, Roxie was never just comfortable. She always wanted more. The dress her mother bought her wasn't as beautiful as her friend Marigold's. Marigold's family was a blue blood family with a very large established wealth that seemed to have no end. Roxie wanted that. So, when Roxie complained about her gifts her parents went out and got her better ones. Sometimes it meant spending beyond their means. Her father had to even go to sell his refinery and settle for a second rate position with a rival. Roxie couldn't give a flying fig about that. He was her father. He was supposed to support her—it was his duty. But then Roxie's relationship with Marigold started to grow strained. Roxie couldn't help it if all the boys loved her and not Marigold. Well, Marigold called Roxie cheap and said her taste was even cheaper. Since Marigold was quite the influential debutante, as she spread these terrible rumors Roxie's life started to get bad. Very bad. Everyone shunned her. Called her names. Roxie couldn't roll over and take it. So, she seduced and ran off with Marigold's fiance. But, not before telling a few of the Negro boys in the neighborhood (they were a growing presence in the city) that Marigold told her she wanted to have a good night with a few of them just to piss off her father. Then Roxie convinced Marigold's fiance to leave her house and bedroom door unlocked and let fate do it's work. She never cared to hear about what happened to Marigold after that. She was sure the bitch got what karma dictated to her. Roxie ditched the weight that was the brain dead fiance and decided she'd take the opportunity to travel the world and finally get all those riches Brooklyn couldn't give her. Well, turns out life was a hell of a lot harder than she thought it was. Being so spoiled and cared for by her parents so closely gave her false sense of security—albiet only briefly. For some time she had to room in the lowest of boarding houses and sell clothes in the sort of boutiques she should have been shopping in. Her life changed when she fell into the bed of some owner of some club in Chicago. He took care of her. He gave her gifts and made sure she never wanted for anything. It was in his club that she realized her life long dream of dancing. She saw the way everyone's eyes in the club were glued to the girls on stage—and Roxie knew she was a better dance than those fools with two left feet. She learned the steps and soon surpassed all those bitches to becoming the most renowned dancer the club had ever had. It was in this club circle that she discovered cocaine. She fell head over heels for the powder and decided it was the only thing she would love other than herself. Well, after that her lover had come to bore her and she fled Chicago with his most trusted of business partners. He made promises of taking care of her too, but the damn fool went and got himself shot. It didn't help that the fella was an underboss in some mafia or other. While his rivals were busy searching in the wrong place for his money, she took what was left of his money and traveled to the place he had intended to take her anyway: Las Vegas. The journey there, as well as her first few years there were a bit of a blur. She succumbed badly to her taste for cocaine. It seemed no one in town wanted to be around a rough girl who swore, drank, fought, and was addicted to drugs, even if she was pretty. Roxie realized she wasn't getting anywhere closer to her dreams one day and managed to pull herself up by her stylish bootstraps. She pulled back on the cocaine and managed to control herself around it—although she could never eliminate it from her life entirely. She started dancing again, finding her true talent in burlesque—she wouldn't dare call it stripping, no. But unfortunately, stepping back out in the limelight drew all the flies to her and her old, dead lover's gang came to her asking after the money she stole. what made matters worse was that her old lover's rival gang was looking to her for the same thing. She couldn't figure a way out of it. Until she met Harvey Wolfe. The tall drink of water fell for her the moment she swung her hips at him—she knew this. She figured he was just going to be another lover she'd use and discard like tissue. But no. Harvey was different. She pulled her usual tricks, running around town drinking and flirting and sleeping with other men. But Harvey chased her all over town, furious at everyone else around but her. He put up with her, but he didn't just roll over like a pathetic dog. He barked and he bit, but behind all of it was a love and passion for her. In the past other men shouted at her, tried to beat her, or sent her from their sight. No one else put up with her the way he did. It was like he knew every inch of her black, crazy soul. And the gifts. Oh the gifts. She had been wooed a lot in her life, but never in the grand way he wooed her. He even took care of her little gangster problem, ridding her of the two mafias breathing down her neck. When she finally fully gave into him that's when she fell down the deep hole for him. She grew to see how similar they were. He indulged in the same things she did. He wanted the same things she did—he wanted the life. From then on she was Harv's girl. Roxie has never looked back since. THE INCIDENT WHAT HAPPENED?: With her daddy, where else? They were swimming in their pool. Needless to say they found a way to turn the situation into an intimate experience. OOC INFORMATION
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Last Edit: Sept 8, 2015 0:41:24 GMT -5 by Roxie Bell
