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Maya Rosanna Riviere
Call me Rosanna. Not Rose or Rosie - I'm neither. And Maya is an awful name; my mother picked it.
An Opera Singer
Appearance
I shine on stage, I can feel it. My hair is white-blonde, dyed of course, since that color can't be natural. It's long, flowing, and crimped - I'd like to think I seem angellic; I've been called it before. My features are soft, contrasting with my personality, and my complexion is creamy and lightly freckled. I have rosy cheeks and bright blue eyes - the epitomy of 'cute', no?
I'm small-boned, not short, at a height of 5'3" and I'm big breasted and curvy. I don't have wrinkles, and I never will.
Personality
I'd say I have my priorities straight, unlike most the world, but I've been called bossy, high-wired, even rude and incompatible before. But, of course, none of that is true. Incredulous, isn't it? I may look angellic, which I am, but I'm a strong-willed young woman. My voice is as powerful as a man's muscles - it's like ice. I like to be organised, regular and tidy, and I couldn't set my dainty foot in a dirty room. I'll be honest, as always, and say that I'm particularly innsecure; I cry fairly easily, but they are tears of anger, you see. I don't play the fool.
Working in the music industry is tough, undoubtedly, but I'm quite boisterous and out-spoken. I'm afraid of being trampled on, so I work hard and shove my way to the top. Fame is all it is said to be; controlled and materialistic, all about the rumours. But I have aquired a small amount of fame through pure talent: anyone can see that. I hate to admit it, but as you may have realized, I'm arrogant and controlling - but with good reason, don't you think? I've been well educated and I've struggled my way through many ordeals, but I've come out as cool as ever. I wouldn't have it any other way, so if you have nothing nice to say, shut your mouth.
History
I grew up as Daddy's favourite daughter, he loved music and the arts, and so raised me as his most beautiful daughter. He passed away last year, and it's a sensitive subject. I have a younger sister, Lucille, who has a passion in science. We don't speak much anymore. My mother was a soft-spoken, unwillful, pitiful lady. Gorgeous, but too quiet. The only thing she passed on to me was her appearance and her height, which was not appreciated. Having such an angellic and adorable face is a constant irritation, but it brings in the fans, I suppos. We lived in a lovely victorian-style house, which I moved out of at age 18 into my own home, a gift from my parents. Throughout my school years I didn't make many friends, especially no males as I've always found them to be too simple-minded, but instead worked to my best ability. I studied music theory and the art itself, as that has always been my passion. I like the classics, Jane Austen in particular, and the tales of old-fashioned women in the era of corsets and over-powering men, so I also studied literature.
I made my debut at age twenty-two, performing in large concert halls in beautiful glittering gowns, working interdependently with a choir and orchestra. I'm still working at that alone.
Other
I don't date. The only man I've evern loved, and will ever love, is my father but he is long gone. I don't like animals: they are dirty, smelly and hairy, what more reason do you want? Coffee is my drug, as the youngsters say. I've always been told that I'm too old for my years, too witty, too sharp, too blunt or an obsessive, demanding woman. But, what does all that matter when I stand on a stage, on top of the world, looking dazzling?
Oh, and I'm an admitted hypocrite, I don't need to be told what I am by other people, I think I would know, don't you?.
Maya Rosanna Riviere
Call me Rosanna. Not Rose or Rosie - I'm neither. And Maya is an awful name; my mother picked it.
An Opera Singer
Appearance
I shine on stage, I can feel it. My hair is white-blonde, dyed of course, since that color can't be natural. It's long, flowing, and crimped - I'd like to think I seem angellic; I've been called it before. My features are soft, contrasting with my personality, and my complexion is creamy and lightly freckled. I have rosy cheeks and bright blue eyes - the epitomy of 'cute', no?
I'm small-boned, not short, at a height of 5'3" and I'm big breasted and curvy. I don't have wrinkles, and I never will.
Personality
I'd say I have my priorities straight, unlike most the world, but I've been called bossy, high-wired, even rude and incompatible before. But, of course, none of that is true. Incredulous, isn't it? I may look angellic, which I am, but I'm a strong-willed young woman. My voice is as powerful as a man's muscles - it's like ice. I like to be organised, regular and tidy, and I couldn't set my dainty foot in a dirty room. I'll be honest, as always, and say that I'm particularly innsecure; I cry fairly easily, but they are tears of anger, you see. I don't play the fool.
Working in the music industry is tough, undoubtedly, but I'm quite boisterous and out-spoken. I'm afraid of being trampled on, so I work hard and shove my way to the top. Fame is all it is said to be; controlled and materialistic, all about the rumours. But I have aquired a small amount of fame through pure talent: anyone can see that. I hate to admit it, but as you may have realized, I'm arrogant and controlling - but with good reason, don't you think? I've been well educated and I've struggled my way through many ordeals, but I've come out as cool as ever. I wouldn't have it any other way, so if you have nothing nice to say, shut your mouth.
History
I grew up as Daddy's favourite daughter, he loved music and the arts, and so raised me as his most beautiful daughter. He passed away last year, and it's a sensitive subject. I have a younger sister, Lucille, who has a passion in science. We don't speak much anymore. My mother was a soft-spoken, unwillful, pitiful lady. Gorgeous, but too quiet. The only thing she passed on to me was her appearance and her height, which was not appreciated. Having such an angellic and adorable face is a constant irritation, but it brings in the fans, I suppos. We lived in a lovely victorian-style house, which I moved out of at age 18 into my own home, a gift from my parents. Throughout my school years I didn't make many friends, especially no males as I've always found them to be too simple-minded, but instead worked to my best ability. I studied music theory and the art itself, as that has always been my passion. I like the classics, Jane Austen in particular, and the tales of old-fashioned women in the era of corsets and over-powering men, so I also studied literature.
I made my debut at age twenty-two, performing in large concert halls in beautiful glittering gowns, working interdependently with a choir and orchestra. I'm still working at that alone.
Other
I don't date. The only man I've evern loved, and will ever love, is my father but he is long gone. I don't like animals: they are dirty, smelly and hairy, what more reason do you want? Coffee is my drug, as the youngsters say. I've always been told that I'm too old for my years, too witty, too sharp, too blunt or an obsessive, demanding woman. But, what does all that matter when I stand on a stage, on top of the world, looking dazzling?
Oh, and I'm an admitted hypocrite, I don't need to be told what I am by other people, I think I would know, don't you?.