Post by Deleted on Aug 31, 2013 23:03:31 GMT -5
All About Me
Full Name: Brie Alexis Golden
Age: Seventeen, 18 August 1996 (Yes, that means she's a little young for a senior)
Gender: Female
Grade: Senior
Sports/Clubs: Dancer/Acro (outside of school), Cheerleader (base), Mathletes, Yearbook (photographer)
Appearance: Let's begin with her most distinguishing feature - her eyes. Brie's got, unlike her last name, hazel eyes. Funny, yes? You'd expect her to have something gold. Well, her hair is later on the list. Anywho, the kid's got these weird eyes that have a tendency to change color. It all depends on what she wears - green, blue, brown, gray, some combination, maybe all of them at once, heck, once her eyes were this weird murky greenish-gray. Suffice to say, she doesn't wear very much chartreuse anymore. Her eyes rest on either side of a high bridge that's just a little too tall for her facial features. It leads to a dainty nose that seems a little too round, framed by cheeks that give her an almost-cherubic appearance. Her bone structure is not that of a supermodel. In fact, it tends to seem rathe sweet, rather than striking. Oh, well. At least she's cute. Continuing, her chin, though shaped, is a bit softer around the edges. It's not a chiseled jaw that gives some girls the ferocity in their features, but it's a softly rounded chin. It helps give her face a rounder, almost ovalish look. On the other end of her face is her forehead. This, though a bit big, is framed by blonde bangs, successfully making it appear a bit smaller and more proportional.
On a more general scale, Brie is relatively average, borderline tall, when it comes to height, reaching about five-foot-seven. She is certainly a leggy blonde, as her torso is a bit disproportional, not that it matters. With her lean build, she just looks tall. Brie, for what ever reason, cannot gain weight. She's approximately 125 pounds, and though she would love to hit that 130 mark, it's uncannily difficult for her. She eats a good 3500 calories a day, but with an insanely quick metabolism, eating any less would yield weight loss. Yes, some girls would adore this problem, but it's certainly not a wonderful issue. However, because of this, she can pig out whenever she wishes. Her wrists and ankles are rather small, and her fingers are slender but long. (Size six-and-a-half ring). Her feet, as well, are relatively small, when compared to her height. Size seven, however, isn't all that out-of-the-ordinary. When it comes to her hair, it's long and blonde. It has a natural kink to it, which makes it seem, depending on the humidity, either wavy or curly.
When it comes to how she dresses, Brie wears what she wants. She's not exactly one for labels, and she much prefers being herself. She's gone one day wearing leather and black, and a white sundress the following afternoon. However, her usual dress is a pair of sweatpants or jeans with a semi-fitted tee. Simple, right? The main stipulation is that it needs to be comfortable. She's not the kind of girl who would sacrifice comfort for looking pretty.
Personality: Brie is a quirky individual. She's either friendly, overly hyper and enjoys the company of others or she's calm, collected and relatively quiet. She can be talkative and excitable, and it can be difficult to calm her down. She's a lively girl who tends to think as best as she can of people without being unrealistic. She tends to take things extremely literally, and (unfortunately for the world) does doesn't know many figurative phrases. She's the kind of person who would pick up the turtle in the middle of the road, and put it in the bushes. On her moodier days, Brie is a bit of a spitfire. She has a menacing temper, and is certainly a force to be reckoned with when she's angry. Dead giveaways include when she picks at her finger nails, bites her tongue, and narrows her eyes, in any given order. Long story short, you see her fidgeting like she's pissed, she's probably going into bitch mode. As she is, she has other natural habits, such as nail-biting and hair-twirling. She is guilty of hem-picking, and string-pulling. A sassy girl, Brie doesn't take crap from anybody. She wishes to be respected, and will respect the other person, but she's not a doormat, and she'll certainly let you know. She's full of comebacks, both suave and terribly lame, and her sharp tongue is often a reason for getting in trouble. She's moderately prone to clumsy accidents, and she's a very unique individual. Fun fact: She's extremely fond of cussing. Fun fact number two: She's not past blackmail. Brie is also quite intelligent, prone to taking difficult courses in the math and science departments.
She's incredibly fit, and loves dancing. It's been her passion from a young age. She's well versed in tap, jazz, hip-hop, and modern dancing. Once she joined Somerset, she took quick notice that there was no dancing crew. Her second best option was the cheerleading squad. Because she keeps up with acrobatics, Brie is completely capable of doing tricks on a cheer squad.
Background: Hailing from America, Brie is pretty darn average. She doesn't have a sob-story, or a surprising past. In fact, the most interesting part of her life is that her dad is a military man, a Green Beret. Her mom, a military wife, is a sweetheart. Seeing as she, and he, would have to move every few years, they never truly established themselves in an area. Despite the low pay of a military man and the not-much-better salary of a military psychologist and new child, the three lived a nice life. It was quaint, easy, and it worked for them. Yes, Daniel Golden missed his daughter's first steps, and her first birthday, but he was there when he could be. Her mother, Nicole, was a godsend. She was always attentive and was extremely flexible, with the patience of God, himself. Despite the long-distance, Brie was able to form a powerful bond with her father before he was killed during combat. The respective families, mother's side and father's side, were already close, and they did whatever they could to make the transition better for Brie, her father and her mom, during each move.
Unsurprisingly, the girl was pampered by aunts, great-aunts, cousins, and grandparents. She received a number of material things for each of her birthdays. She was a happy little girl, and her mom and dad taught her how to be polite, nice, and caring. She, like many kids, had a particular object that she was exceedingly fond of. In this case, it was a stuffed goat. According to Aunt Louise, it was the cutest thing she had ever seen and just had to buy it. No matter, much like the large, soft, stuffed sheep, the goat was white and very comforting.
Brie had a bit of a rebellious streak in seventh grade, when she decided that she was super cool. She had her glorious moments, and her not-so-glorious moments. In fact, one day she decided that she needed to run away. She barely made it two feet out of the door when she realized that she had forgotten her tooth brush and money, but it was the thought that counted, right? David died when Brie was in eighth grade, actually. This was the point when Nicole decided that the girl needed a better, more stable environment. When she found out about Somerset, Nicole immediately enrolled her daughter.
To say things are the same would be to lie, and she's just not fond of lying. Brie hasn't calmed down much. She's still as bubbly and random as ever. She's a dork, and makes friends, burns bridges, and swims with ducks. She takes a little getting used to, but she's a pretty good kid.
Other: None
***FIRST TIME APPLICANTS ONLY*** (this will be deleted once accepted)
Role play example:
Throughout the entire AP Literature and Composition, affectionately coined AP Lit, class, Brie was struggling to stay awake. Her eyelids would flutter shut, only to snap back open. Her mind strayed from the essay before her, as she racked her brain for answers. Rhetorical analysis was certainly not one of her strong suits. In fact, she would have felt much more confident in herself without the prospect of it being on the exam. No matter, the senior grumbled as she continued to write about the a letter to the steel companies and their executives. Despite her less than perfect handwriting, which was beginning to curve off of the lines of her paper, Brie managed to finish most of her third body paragraph before she became dizzy with fatigue. Maybe staying up until three in the morning playing Call of Duty: Black Ops was not one of her best ideas. 'Totally worth it.' She grumbled in her brain. She shook her head quickly and took a deep breath. Her mind worked furiously to finish the essay. Once she completed it, she promptly laid her head down and slept for the next seven minutes.
Brie awoke to some person tapping on her shoulder. The blonde peeked from over her arm, sluggishly throwing some wavy hair to the other side of her face. Her hazel eyes, a bit bluer on this day, zeroed in and focused on her attacker, or well... the kid who was disrupting her nap. It was one of the other kids in the class, poking her with a pencil. When he quietly expressed that everybody was leaving, Brie let out a quiet groan and sat up. She cracked her neck and shoved most of her materials into her bag. She quickly stapled her work to the prompt, made sure her name was at the top, and passed forward the essay. Shrugging to herself, she sighed, knowing that the essay would probably get a low B. It certainly wasn't one of her best.
The teenager bolted out of the room, quickly melting into the usual traffic pattern of the hallways. Once she reached her locker, she undid the combo quickly, barely even having to watch. Once the lock was off and the door was open, Brie shoved her whole backpack into the small space. She closed the locker, and hit it to make sure it was completely closed, and locked it. Groaning, she realized that she had locked her iPhone in the storage as well. Sighing, she undid the lock, took out her bag, and had to unzip three different pockets in order to find the blasted phone. Her earphones were wrapped messily around the small rectangle. Shrugging, she grabbed the granola bar out of her bag as well. She had study hall, and that pretty much meant an hour of relaxation.
Brie entered the quad and duly noted that plenty of kids were out there, mingling, eating lunch, studying, and participating in all sorts of activities. Heck, two guys from the football team were tossing a frisbee. Shrugging to herself, she made her way to a relatively secluded spot. Standing all by its lonesome was a majestic tree. Once she was in front of it, Brie stuck her phone in her pocket and granola, still unwrapped, in her mouth. She grasped a lower branch and braced herself. Jumping, she felt her right leg almost hook around a branch, but the support from her left foot was nil. Groaning in frustration, she quickly took off the shoes she was wearing, converse with soles so used, there was no traction. The next time she launched herself into the tree, she caught her leg around the branch and pulled her self up. She climbed two more branches before finding a niche for her to rest in. Smiling to herself, she leaned against the trunk and opened up her granola. While munching, she pulled out her phone and scrolled through a list of songs, easily clicking "The Pride" by Five Finger Death Punch. It was a personal favorite. With one earphone in, she could still pay attention to her surroundings.
Barely two minutes into the first song, Brie could feel herself doze off. She grumbled slightly and readjusted her position in the tree, which was surprisingly difficult to do. When she glanced down, she noted that she was probably only ten feet into the air, but certainly high enough up that nobody would notice her. This was a good thing. Brie yawned, finished her granola bar and stuffed the wrapper in her pocket. Unfortunately, skinny jeans had pockets that were difficult to use. So, she had to squirm a little in order to get it in the pocket. "This damn---oh my god." Her annoyed grumble turned into an astonished gasp as she felt herself lose balance. Wildly, she waved her arms around, trying to reach for something, but the tree never really had been on her side. With a thud, she landed butt-first on to the ground. Suffice to say, it was painful. "I think I just bruised my tailbone." She groaned, one hand delicately rubbing a sore spot. She quickly stood and brushed herself off. Looking around, she determined that nobody had seen. With a huff, she sat down by her shoes, and attepmpted to relax. However, the pain was still resonating throughout her bones. Well, at this point, it was a mild soreness. However, tree-climbing would certainly not be attempted for a couple of weeks. Okay, a couple of hours.
About Me:
What should we call you? Paxton or Pax
How old are you? Seventeen
How long have you been role playing/writing? I want to say three years?
How did you find us? Proboards Support
Are you planning on bringing anymore characters? Bringing? What do you mean by that? Yes, I plan on making other characters. Probably not many, though.
What time zone are you in? Eastern
How often will you be able to come on? As often as I can. With school and all, it might get a bit difficult.
Is there any other way we can contact you? Email or PMs
