Hi

To start us off, a little about me... I'm a British girl in her 30s who loves to write! I like detail, I like passion, I like huge amounts of drama and anguish! I enjoy talking outside of Roleplay, I want to know what you like, what makes you tick. I want to discuss where we can take our ideas and how we're going to play things out. If you want somebody to talk or even rant to about your real life then I'm there for it! I'm an open book who is willing to make friends as well as create a really good story together. I'm not looking for anything short term, I'm looking for something that gets me excited to load up Discord. I primarily write in 3rd person but I’ll switch to 1st for someone who is willing to put in the effort I desire. I’m fine with one or two liners in terms of dialogue but otherwise the details are important to me. Discord is also the only place I will RP. In a server, not PMs.

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Daisy Elizabeth Brown has it ‘all’. An eight bedroom, three bathroom home shared with mommy, daddy and her big brother Jason, a brand new Mercedes (an 18th birthday gift, to replace the sweet 16 gift, of course), a walk-in closet filled with designer bags, two german shepherds (Prince & West) and a rotten stinking drug habit. What more does a 21 year old girl need? Ask anyone and they’d say...

”Daisy is pretty.” The conventional type of pretty where there was upkeep, appointments, salons, beauticians and rigorous amounts of skincare routines. Her mother had told her the earlier you start botox the better, you know? Her mother had told her a lot of things. None of it would be seen as necessary advice and a lot of it would be seen as pointless. But it was the only advice Daisy was used to getting. Blondes have more fun. Dress like this. Find yourself a good man, a rich man. Never finish an entire plate of food. Workout daily. Have you considered a little filler in your lips, Dais? In reality, Daisy would have done just fine without all the advice. Her hair naturally light, more of a dirty blonde that she had yet to bleach into oblivion, she styles it in soft waves that run down her back. Her eyes, hazel, prominent and deep set. She was petite, of course, she’d never finished a plate of food in her life. But not yet slim enough to be grossly underweight. She instead was simply slender, standing at 5’5.

”Daisy is smart.” But not the sort of smart you get from reading books, or going to University. Daisy is a perfectionist, methodical. She rarely misses a trick in social situations, she doesn’t shy away from public speaking. She’s smart, she just doesn’t know where and how to apply it.

”Daisy has has it all” Or at least that’s what they think. Daisy however knows very well, she doesn’t have it all. Her father rarely comes home after work, her mother drinks. Her brother ignores her existence and while all her friends ran off to study across the country, Daisy was left with a string of useless boyfriends who introduced her to the final little piece she was missing in her life. Amphetamines.

Daisy had started out your run of the mill ‘rich party girl’, all it took was one boy, the wrong boy. It escalated, multiplied and then tripled. From cocaine on Saturday nights with friends to the first thing in the morning as soon as she opened her eyes. She'd been through almost all of them, she was tip toeing around the edge of the hard stuff. She was tip-toeing around most things in her life right now.

Her latest love was Speed and that's precisely what she needed this morning to shake off last night's binge. Her slender arms stretched up above her head as she sat up in bed. She checked the time, 2:00PM, she had at least 6 hours sleep since she got home that morning, she silently hoped it was a return that went unnoticed, although at this point most things were unnoticed. Unless you were one of the cleaners, she didn’t doubt that they revelled in the gossip. But if these actions were noticed? Well, the last thing Daisy needed was to be cut off. It had almost happened when she decided not to go to college, but her mother had reassured her father that Daisy didn’t need school. No, these days there are bigger and better prospects. ”Have you seen how much these ‘social influencers’ make?” her mother had argued the point as Daisy looked on, scrolling down her own Instagram feed aimlessly.

She shook off the feeling of dread, reminding herself that her father’s late night antics were a bigger talking point than her own right now. Her fingers reached for the iPhone blinking on her bedside table and she slumped back down under the white bedsheets of the king size bed. She hastily typed out a message to a contact marked "new" on her contact list… "Hey, Danny gave me your number, I need a pick-me-up and he told me you could help?" she pressed send and rolled over, pressing her heavy head into the pillow with a deep sigh.