Post by rileyblackthorn on Nov 14, 2012 2:23:46 GMT -8
[atrb=border,0,true] RILEY CHARLEMAGNE BLACKWOOD male , twenty three , young celeb , zac efron , kellin name: riley charlemagne chapman blackwood age: 23 gender: male sex: male sexual orientation: heterosexual member group: a-list celebrity job: tv/film actor, model, singer previous held jobs: 2003: The Big Wide World of Carl Laemke ER (TV) 2004: Triple Play The Guardian Miracle Run summerland 2005: CSI: Miami summerland The Derby Stallion 2006: If You Lived Here, You'd Be Home Now NCIS The Suite Life of Zack and Cody Heist The Replacements 2007: Hairspray 2008 Me and Orson Welles 2009 Robot Chicken 17 Again 2010 Charlie St. Cloud 2011 New Year's Eve 2012 Liberal Arts The Lorax The Lucky One The Paperboy At Any Price 2013 musical high school project xy lucifer modeled for: louis Vuitton, penshoppe, john john, diesel. music: musical high school soundtrack, lorax soundtrack, hairspray soundtrack freeform bio: being famous was never my dream. for the longest time all i wanted was to get out of that damn orphanage and actually be loved by somebody. the earliest things i can remember is from my childhood days. from what i was told, though, my mom and i were homeless. we lived in maine in a cardboard box underneath the bridge. my dad walked out on us when i was just a fetus and my mom gave birth to me on the street. i remember being two and having to steal because we had absolutely no money. my mother was distant and harsh, but even still i loved her. no one knows who my dad is. when i was four my mother sent me to st. jude's home for boys and girls. an orphanage. she said she'd be right back... she promised... and she left me sitting there for four hours until a nun came over and figured out what was going on. it was the dead of winter, too, and i barely had any clothes on. i guess my mother never had time to give me a name, because when they asked who i was i could not answer. they named me "charlemagne" because of the catholic king. one of the nuns was irish and affectionately called me riley, which apparently meant rye fields in old english (she said my hair reminded her of rye), and so that became my first name. no one knew my mother's last name, so they also gave me the surname chapman after the college in southern california where a lot of them had family. i was baptized in the church behind st. jude's and was taught traditional roman catholic beliefs. i went to a school in the home, went to church, had confessionals and the whole bit. i embraced it easily and did my best to stay out of trouble. the nuns were very nice to me because i was not a trouble maker, but because of my emotional distance and lack of any real... emotion... i was not a good adoption candidate. the orphanage soon became crowded, and because i was the least needy i was moved from st. judes to st. john's in boston, Massachusetts. it was an all-boy's home and held newborn baby boys all the way to age seventeen. i lived there for a very long time. rarely was i disciplined, but as new management took over the orphanage, i was often forgotten about. the new priests were extremely strict and everyone was afraid of them. i made myself in charge of taking care of the little ones. none of the parents who came to adopt took an interest in me--i was too old. everyone wanted a baby or a toddler. i usually hid when the adults came into our room, or pretended not to notice them as the little boys ran up to them like puppies, begging to be chosen. i had no real desire to leave the orphanage, and i accepted the fact that i might never be chosen. when i was thirteen, my world changed. xander blackwood entered my life and while i did not understand why (I still don't at times), he took me from the orphanage and adopted me as his son. i remember being whisked away into a beautiful black limo, and a week later we moved back to beverly hills in los angeles. xander was an actor, and i hadn't seen much tv growing up, so i wasn't familiar with the entertainment business. the first few months were sort of difficult. i was nervous and unsure of him, and he realized all i would do is sulk around the house and wait for him to get home. he thought acting might help with the stress of this big life change, but i had no idea it would launch a full-blown career. i started with some small roles, and before i knew what was happening i was being offered more and more roles. xander saw this as good, and pushed me to pursue this as a career. so here i am. one of the most bankable actors in hollywood. you're sick of my life story, aren't you? well. maybe you want to know a little about me? first off, i HATE work. whoever said sitting in a studio recording lines over and over and over again because the stupid camera guy messed up the boom microphone as fun was completely out of their mind. these gys don't know shit! you tell them to do something and it takes a million years for them to process what you said, and then actually DO the damn job. people need to realize that when i want something i get it that instant. i will stop all filming if i am thirsty, hungry, or bored. they better cater to my wishes or i'll just walk out and their movie will never get finished. likewise, a director needs to make the job fun and interesting if i am going to stick with the project. money doesn't matter too much--i have plenty. another thing i really don't like are the fans. they are SOOOO annoying! i don't know why they market me to the tweens, especially now that i am getting into much more serious material (musical high school is a total step back, but it's a favor for a friend). i do not appreciate the grabbing and the marriage proposals and the obsession with me. i'm just a guy. just riley. i hate having to hide when i go out into public and i hate that i actually NEED body guards or else they may strip me naked and rape me. i wanted to do this for fun, but now it's a battle for survival and privacy every single day. i use threats and vulgarity to get my way, because i have resources if someone screws me over. no one would dare mess with me because they are afraid of losing their jobs. oh, and i forgot to mention i refuse to sign autographs. |