marguax, nadia vivienne

[NADIA VIVIENNE MARGUAX]

full name • nadia vivienne marguax
nick names • nadi
age • twenty
grade • college sophomore, majoring in photography
job • student
hometown • greenwich, connecticut
sexuality • pansexual
member group • college

height • five foot two inches
hair • blonde
eyes • brown
play by • kristin cavallari

likes • chocolate, shopping, fire, alcohol, parties, company, horror films, shy loner boys, reading, singing, and fruit
dislikes • vegetables, being cut off from money, party poopers, uptight bitches, being alone, sex comedies, cologne, uncreative, and college
habits/quirks • smoking, twirling her hair, and biting nails
fears • failure and death
dreams • to be successful in life and to find love
secrets •
her father came onto her
she's a virgin
she's a pill popper


overall •

she is often a steady, reliable person who only rarely get frazzled or upset. no matter what chaos surrounds her. she usually handles situations with dignity and self-control, but push her too far,and she can suddenly turn into a raging bitch, and once this happens, she will be difficult to calm she is very stubborn, once she forms an opinion, she is immovable, and can never see someone else point of view she is neat, well-appointed, never changes much. she can handle tasks steadily and confidently, rarely complaining or getting into a tizzy about minor setbacks. she is honest and forthright, and is usually well-regarded and well-respected by her peers. she is a sensual, luxury-loving, loyal lover, she will stay committed through thick and thin. hazel is loyal, sometimes to extremes, and she expects the same of you, so don't play games under any circumstances.

she will usually assume the lead in partnerships, so a willingness to be flexible is a must. she is the type of girl you go to for support for or advice, she may not always be right but she is always an amazing person to talk to and lean on. she is very motherly to all and very childish at the same time and people need to get used to this about her. she is very bright and picks up on things quickly, as a friend she can often be maddeningly inflexible and unable to see any view but her own. However, if you can avoid those types of situations, her friendship will be a loyal, and she is good with her hands and will be willing to help with any tasks you are unable to do yourself.

mother •

olivia anne marguax; thirty-six; artist

father •

timothy joseph marguax; thirty-six; author

siblings •

n/a

pets •

pussy; gray tabby kitten

other family •

andrew jonathan beaumont; forty-seven; lawyer; uncle by marriage
tanya isabella marguax-beaumont; twenty-three; model; aunt
aiden royce beaumont; twenty-five; drug dealer; cousin by marriage
poppy isabelle beaumont; eighteen; student; cousin by marriage
scarlett anabelle beaumont; seventeen; student; cousin by marriage


overall •

nadia vivienne marguax was born in greenwhich, connecticut to two very proud parents. her mother olivia was an artist and her father. timothy, was an author. so she was obviously going to grow up in a very creative environment. her parents were very wealthy, but most of the money came from inheritance. her parents both sixteen and still in high school, with a new baby girl. even with all the money nadia wasn't very spoiled with material things but more spoiled with love and praise. to her parents she was the most perfect little thing and they were so proud to have her as a daughter. nadia like her parents grew up with a creative mind. she was only ten years old when she discovered her love of photography. it was an odd hobby for a child to pick up her little camera every day and head outside to take pictures of nature, people roaming the streets, car zooming by on her street. she loved it and would go out whether it be sunny or raining.

as she got older and began to develop into a young woman it was obvious she was beautiful. she couldn't walk into a public place without all eyes on her. her perfect plump lips, bright blue-green eyes, wavey healthy blond hair, facial structure of an angel and the perfect body, all of this when she was only thirteen years old. her and her parents were often approached in the most random places asking her to be a model for them or agencies, thought it was always a no for her. she had no intention of being just a pretty face. she wanted to be the one behind the camera creating the beauty. her mindset for this never changed. though things sort of started to go terribly wrong in her late teen years. her parents were always fighting and eventually her mother was caught in an affair. the divorce was bitter and she was always caught in between, being forced to choose a side. it was hard on her and caused a lot of stress, anxiety and depression. after the divorce she moved with her father and a psychiatrist loaded her with tons of depression and anxiety medication.

it became hard for her to finish her final years of school, usually often messed up on her anxiety medication but she did it anyways not accepting any easy ways out, her goal was to finish school and go to the local university for photography and failure was not an option for her. once she finished high school she stayed with her father and actually got into the university. her father let her stay with him so they didn't have to be far apart. she happily studdied photography and expressed everything with it. the only sadness and anger she held was toward her mother who she had lost all contact with. anyways once night her father was drinking, pain of the divorce. nadia really wasn't sure what to do so she of course attempted to comfort him, hug him and listen to everything. it seemed everything was fine.

she had gone to bed that night with him past out on the couch. she wasn't in a deep sleep so she woke up once she felt someone climbing into her bed and once her eyes opened her dad was on top of her kissing her in all different places. completely freaked out she pushed him off of her. he didn't really try anything again just left her room and she locked it. she felt sick and disgusted. so the next day she gathered her belongings. got all her paperwork to transfer universities and called her aunt. her aunt was a victoria's secret model and married to a very rich and famous lawyer. not only that her aunt, tanya, was only three years older. she begged her aunt to let her live with her and her family. tanya eventually agreed and that was when nadia moved to manhattan, moving into her aunt and new uncles penthouse.

nadia transfered to new york university and just started where she left off, just in a new crazy and hectic city. she's become severely depressed with all the drama with her parents and has begun to pop pills and drink constantly to keep her mind off of it. she is just trying to get used to living in this concrete jungle.

your name • angeline
your age • nineteen
roleplaying experience • over a year
how you found us • tisse!
roleplay sample •

analeigh had been staying with her cousin brynne for the past week or so. though analeigh felt horrible about mooching off of her family, brynne insisted she stay there. see, analeigh had practically run away from home. living in manhattan with all those rich blue bloods, her family mostly, they were all so materialistic and only cared about themselves. analeigh couldn't do it anymore, and as soon as she could she got on a plane and ran off to hawaii. she wasn't planning on going back home anytime soon. she sat on the large soft bed in her room, or well the guest room, singing along with a song that was playing from the radio. there had been earlier talk of a large storm coming her way but she really wasn't all to concerned with it. after all she was sixteen years old and don't most sixteen year olds believe they are invincible?

analeigh pushed blond strands of hair from her face and behind her ear as she pressed a blue colored pencil to the notebook paper. bored out of her mind, she really had nothing to do but color some random design. as she began to color in the once blank page the lights flickered a moment before everything just went down, no lights and silence. "fuck." she whispered into the pitch black room reaching over her bed, fingers searching the mahogany surface of the night stand before long pale fingers closed around the lighter. analeigh quickly lit it as she climbed from the bed, she slipped on her shoes quickly and stuffed her cell and cigarettes into her pocket. during all of this, she only had to light the lighter a few other times before she was out of her bedroom and soon the front door.

analeigh had always had a fear of the dark. it totally freaked her out and so she didn't really want to be alone. dallas lived practically next door to brynne so she'd go to him. dallas was this really amazing guy she met only a few days ago, she had went out with him to find a fridge actually and it turned into her wasted at his place and tons of making out. she had slept over that night and grew a quick crush on him. would she admit that she was crushing hard on him? no, hell no. he gave her butterflies and made her heart race whenever he touched her, she felt like such a little girl with this stupid crush. analeigh felt the rain sting her face. the wind making the rain blow hard against her. she had no idea the wind and rain would be this heavy but she wasn't going to turn back. she started running across the road, barely able to see but she knew where his house would be once she got there.

she could see from the corner of her eye as the ocean water crashed hard over the shore. the ocean much closer to them as she remembered. the waves were large and rolling. the power seemed to be out all over the street and she was soaking wet by then and shivering. being so thin it felt as though the wind could blow her over at any moment. she felt anxiety as thunder rolled loudly. thoughts continued to run through her head of how frightened she actually was and before she knew it, her foot caught itself on seaweed that had found its way onto the road, causing her to fall forward, she could hear her ankle snap even through all the chaos around her. face planting into the road. analeigh slowly pushed herself up again, groaning in pain. she could taste blood in her mouth and she knew her ankle was fucked.

analeigh was able to get herself up again. nearly falling over again but finding balance and not putting pressure on her ankle as she limped her way to his door, spitting out some blood before holding to the door frame as she knocked loudly. "dallas!? open up, i'm hurt." she whined loudly through the door. she really had no thoughts about having the man she liked protecting her anymore, just needing someone to help her.