Post by , , AIDEN ! on May 3, 2008 13:51:14 GMT -5
B A S I C
Name: brooke mays
Age: 20
Height: 5' 7'
Gender: female
Ethnicity: white/american
Birthdate: May 3
Y O U
Class: High
Intelligence: High-ish
Talents && Hobbies: Acting, as well as singing. She enjoys horseback riding quite a bit, but more for the attention, rather than the love of the animals.
Clothing && Accessories: Hollister, American Eagel, Abercrombie & Fitch, Delia's. Prada, Gucci , etc. the best brands released, throughout the world.
Tastes: Hmm... she's rather... delicate. You decide.
F A V O R I T E S
Book: War & Peace
Band: Several. Mostly heavy metal. It distracts her more easily. Bring me The Horzion, Red Jumpsuit Apparatus, Avenged Sevenfold.
Place: Paris France.
Color: Red
Food: Ice cream (Likes Rocky Road the most)
Drink: Water. There's nothing else like it.
Activity: Singing, and acting, of course.
Out on the Town: Capulets.
P H Y S I C A L
Eyes: Black
Complexion: Very pale, very clear.
Teeth: Ultra-White and straight
Hair: Straight && brown with hilights
Posture: Straight
Most Noticeable: Her smile
Extra: . . .
M E N T A L
Aspirations: To own a famous cafe one day, along with being a world wide actress. She doesn't know how the two will fit together, though...
Flaws: She has a horrible habit of being too straight forward. Peop[le constantly surround her, but OOPS! one word, and thier gone. It disgusts them that she tells so much truth, not meaning to.
Strengths: Her attitude, she ussually pretty cool about things, and doesn't get angry easily.
Fear: Being alone
Habits: Biting her nails
Responsibility: Fair
Generosity && Confidence: High
Humor: High
Attitude: High
B A C K G R O U N D
Mother: Emilia Mays
Father: Brandon Mays
Parents' Occupations: Both worked in an cafe.
Parents' Status && Relationship: Together;;
Parents' Residence: France.
H I S T O R Y && GENERAL
Brooke was born in a happy little town with a population of 67. She was popular [who wouldn't be?] and got perfect grades throughout her years there. Finally, when she was 14, Her parents realized their land was on top of a huge oil well. they sold the land for millions of dollars [yup. they had that much oil] and moved to France, Amelia's dream. Brooke was sent to a large boarding school, where it was only all girls. She hated it, of course, but wanted to make her parents happy. Keeping up her grades was hard for Brooke, in such a large setting change, so they dropped, and her parents became disapointed. They had shook thier heads, and sent her away, with her bags packed and a bag of money. She was sent out into the world, unprepared, and unalb et support her self accurately. She lived at a friend's house for a few months, in texas, before moving on to california, in hopes of becoming a star. By then, she was 17. she hated it, and was shy. Finally, after a night of nearly getting raped at a bar she worked at, Brooke decided to take self defense classes, to protect herself against things like that. After more than 3 years of these special classes, she became quite tough. She learned about confidence, and became the new social butterfly. She attended an art school, flaunting her new found acting skills as a budding star. finally, she aced the school, won a scholarship, and they sent her to Glen Oak. Of course, she got acclaated to Glen Oak, Minnesota immediately upon arrival, and believes it worked out perfectly. Her life has taken a perfect climax up hill climb, and she is quite happy at Glen Oak. She hopes to make many friends. Ha. <3
[bah. it was a suckish history. sorry.]
S A M P L E P O S T
Brooke sat on the back steps of the restraunt during her break. Outside was hot, inside was hot. She was sticky, and her apron was spattered in tomato sauce. It looked vaguely gory, like maybe a customer had made one nasty comment too many. She hated this job. she hated the careless food, all hurried and over cooked in large vats. She hated the constant pressure to turn tables over. She hated the green vinyl seats, and the way the coffee cups rattled in thier saucers, filling the saucers with hot coffee, which she inevitabley spilled on herself. She felt embarrased by the lame painting of the Parthenon frieze that stretched across the entire front wall of the dining room. She hated the fake wondows and fake ivy. She was bothered by the fact that her manager, Anotnis, the one with the fuzzy gray hair, still thought she spoke italian in spite of several one-sided conversations. she would happily sit out here in the back alley, smelling the garbage, if it meant she never had to go back in there. It was horrible, but her father didn't believe in her acting career. Always grumpy about her school and her work, even though he had forced her to go there. Some people liked being in communication with other people all day long, but Brooke was not one of them today. Rubbing her eyes tiredly, Brooke sighed, wiping her hands carefully on the dirty apron. she could hear Antonis banging around the kitchen clumsily, most likely looking for her. Yawning, Brooke groaned, and stood up, stretching her back carefully, before entering through the back door. antonis was sprawled on the floor, his face an angry mask. Oh, perfect. He stood in the mix of employees, all scattered trying to pick up the mess that had been caused. His face was the hue of a tomato's, and his eyes were dark. Jabbing a finger at her, he sputtered a frantic " YOU ARE FIRED, miss brooke! " Startled, she pursed he lips, hoping to conceal her joy. He stormed away, leaving confused and shocked workers in his wake.
Name: brooke mays
Age: 20
Height: 5' 7'
Gender: female
Ethnicity: white/american
Birthdate: May 3
Y O U
Class: High
Intelligence: High-ish
Talents && Hobbies: Acting, as well as singing. She enjoys horseback riding quite a bit, but more for the attention, rather than the love of the animals.
Clothing && Accessories: Hollister, American Eagel, Abercrombie & Fitch, Delia's. Prada, Gucci , etc. the best brands released, throughout the world.
Tastes: Hmm... she's rather... delicate. You decide.
F A V O R I T E S
Book: War & Peace
Band: Several. Mostly heavy metal. It distracts her more easily. Bring me The Horzion, Red Jumpsuit Apparatus, Avenged Sevenfold.
Place: Paris France.
Color: Red
Food: Ice cream (Likes Rocky Road the most)
Drink: Water. There's nothing else like it.
Activity: Singing, and acting, of course.
Out on the Town: Capulets.
P H Y S I C A L
Eyes: Black
Complexion: Very pale, very clear.
Teeth: Ultra-White and straight
Hair: Straight && brown with hilights
Posture: Straight
Most Noticeable: Her smile
Extra: . . .
M E N T A L
Aspirations: To own a famous cafe one day, along with being a world wide actress. She doesn't know how the two will fit together, though...
Flaws: She has a horrible habit of being too straight forward. Peop[le constantly surround her, but OOPS! one word, and thier gone. It disgusts them that she tells so much truth, not meaning to.
Strengths: Her attitude, she ussually pretty cool about things, and doesn't get angry easily.
Fear: Being alone
Habits: Biting her nails
Responsibility: Fair
Generosity && Confidence: High
Humor: High
Attitude: High
B A C K G R O U N D
Mother: Emilia Mays
Father: Brandon Mays
Parents' Occupations: Both worked in an cafe.
Parents' Status && Relationship: Together;;
Parents' Residence: France.
H I S T O R Y && GENERAL
Brooke was born in a happy little town with a population of 67. She was popular [who wouldn't be?] and got perfect grades throughout her years there. Finally, when she was 14, Her parents realized their land was on top of a huge oil well. they sold the land for millions of dollars [yup. they had that much oil] and moved to France, Amelia's dream. Brooke was sent to a large boarding school, where it was only all girls. She hated it, of course, but wanted to make her parents happy. Keeping up her grades was hard for Brooke, in such a large setting change, so they dropped, and her parents became disapointed. They had shook thier heads, and sent her away, with her bags packed and a bag of money. She was sent out into the world, unprepared, and unalb et support her self accurately. She lived at a friend's house for a few months, in texas, before moving on to california, in hopes of becoming a star. By then, she was 17. she hated it, and was shy. Finally, after a night of nearly getting raped at a bar she worked at, Brooke decided to take self defense classes, to protect herself against things like that. After more than 3 years of these special classes, she became quite tough. She learned about confidence, and became the new social butterfly. She attended an art school, flaunting her new found acting skills as a budding star. finally, she aced the school, won a scholarship, and they sent her to Glen Oak. Of course, she got acclaated to Glen Oak, Minnesota immediately upon arrival, and believes it worked out perfectly. Her life has taken a perfect climax up hill climb, and she is quite happy at Glen Oak. She hopes to make many friends. Ha. <3
[bah. it was a suckish history. sorry.]
S A M P L E P O S T
Brooke sat on the back steps of the restraunt during her break. Outside was hot, inside was hot. She was sticky, and her apron was spattered in tomato sauce. It looked vaguely gory, like maybe a customer had made one nasty comment too many. She hated this job. she hated the careless food, all hurried and over cooked in large vats. She hated the constant pressure to turn tables over. She hated the green vinyl seats, and the way the coffee cups rattled in thier saucers, filling the saucers with hot coffee, which she inevitabley spilled on herself. She felt embarrased by the lame painting of the Parthenon frieze that stretched across the entire front wall of the dining room. She hated the fake wondows and fake ivy. She was bothered by the fact that her manager, Anotnis, the one with the fuzzy gray hair, still thought she spoke italian in spite of several one-sided conversations. she would happily sit out here in the back alley, smelling the garbage, if it meant she never had to go back in there. It was horrible, but her father didn't believe in her acting career. Always grumpy about her school and her work, even though he had forced her to go there. Some people liked being in communication with other people all day long, but Brooke was not one of them today. Rubbing her eyes tiredly, Brooke sighed, wiping her hands carefully on the dirty apron. she could hear Antonis banging around the kitchen clumsily, most likely looking for her. Yawning, Brooke groaned, and stood up, stretching her back carefully, before entering through the back door. antonis was sprawled on the floor, his face an angry mask. Oh, perfect. He stood in the mix of employees, all scattered trying to pick up the mess that had been caused. His face was the hue of a tomato's, and his eyes were dark. Jabbing a finger at her, he sputtered a frantic " YOU ARE FIRED, miss brooke! " Startled, she pursed he lips, hoping to conceal her joy. He stormed away, leaving confused and shocked workers in his wake.
