Post by iheartyouu on Feb 20, 2009 9:53:44 GMT 10
Brookelle Aimee Reed!!!
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Name: Brookelle Aimee Reed
Nickname(s): Brook, El, Elli, and anything else you can think of. Call her anything and she'll be amused by your 'genius'.
Major: Music--she has a heartbreaking voice and has played piano since she was 6 years old. She sometimes plays the acoustic guitar, which she loves the sound of, in accompaniment to her voice. Her parents probably forced her to start this, but she continued because of genuine interest.
Age: 21
Grade: Junior
Birthdate: October 1st, just gained legal drinking age recently. But honestly, did that ever stop her anyway?
Orientation: Straight through and through, though she had her doubts during high school.
Location: Chappaqua, New York
`Appearance ,,
Brookelle is a tall, slender girl, to sum up her size. She stands at just a half inch below 6 feet--five foot, eleven and a half inches, that is--and has been tall for most of her life. She keeps in shape by swimming and therefore most of her body weight is muscle. She's fairly thin: not supermodel skinny, but not even on the verge of fat either. She weighs about 145 pounds, which is just about average for a girl her height, maybe a few pounds below.
Chestnut brown, wavy hair cascades down her shoulders to about mid-back. She finds it rather boring, while others don't, and experiments, sometimes streaking it here and there with a bright color, sometimes straightening it, and once even chopping it off to above her ears. She grew fond of it, but decided to let it grow out once again. Her eyes are dark brown and make her look rather pixie-like when her hair is short, but she loves them anyway. They have small green flecks in them if you look carefully at them in the light, but they're pretty hard to see, so they were never... recognized, as such, if it even is that important to be recognized for your eyes.
As for her posture, it is excellent; it is not perfect, but it is more than decent most of the time. As a child, it was never enforced that she had perfect posture. It developed on its own, as Brookelle was so used to standing and singing that it became a natural habit to stand up straight and tall. Her chin is, out of habit, slightly tilted up, as if she is looking into a microphone. It is barely noticeable, yet makes her look more confident all the same.
Brookelle is a tall, slender girl, to sum up her size. She stands at just a half inch below 6 feet--five foot, eleven and a half inches, that is--and has been tall for most of her life. She keeps in shape by swimming and therefore most of her body weight is muscle. She's fairly thin: not supermodel skinny, but not even on the verge of fat either. She weighs about 145 pounds, which is just about average for a girl her height, maybe a few pounds below.
Chestnut brown, wavy hair cascades down her shoulders to about mid-back. She finds it rather boring, while others don't, and experiments, sometimes streaking it here and there with a bright color, sometimes straightening it, and once even chopping it off to above her ears. She grew fond of it, but decided to let it grow out once again. Her eyes are dark brown and make her look rather pixie-like when her hair is short, but she loves them anyway. They have small green flecks in them if you look carefully at them in the light, but they're pretty hard to see, so they were never... recognized, as such, if it even is that important to be recognized for your eyes.
As for her posture, it is excellent; it is not perfect, but it is more than decent most of the time. As a child, it was never enforced that she had perfect posture. It developed on its own, as Brookelle was so used to standing and singing that it became a natural habit to stand up straight and tall. Her chin is, out of habit, slightly tilted up, as if she is looking into a microphone. It is barely noticeable, yet makes her look more confident all the same.
Best Feature: "I've been told my hair several times, but I'm not buying it. I have to say that my eyes are my best feature, but I suppose my hair isn't that bad."
Worst Feature: "I'd have to say my teeth. My dentist had to do some severe work on them, and though they look fine now, I have to be really careful with them now to make sure they don't shift out of place."
`Personality ,,
From the day she started going to all her mother and fathers' fancy business parties and 'learning how to socialize', Brookelle has discovered that she is bubbly and enthusiastic around others. Sometimes this causes words to just gush out of her mouth and she can't stop talking when she is uncomfortable or awkward, but other times it causes people to warm up to her easily. For this reason, she's always been the charmer with her father's coworkers and associates: they find her 'the sweetest girl' whenever she's around.
Maybe it's something that runs in the family, but Brookelle has always been determined to succeed at whatever she sets her mind to. She knows it sounds like a bad cliche, but it's the truth for her: its been taught down the generations of her family tree. She was thrilled when she got accepted to WUofA, because succeeding in music has always been something she was determined to do. Her mother knew she was a determined child from the day she actually made a soldier in London look at her during the Changing of the Guards. It was remarkable, and so quick they weren't even sure it really happened, but she was proud that she had gotten what she wanted.
Instead of being crazy, off-the-wall, and obnoxious, Brookelle is more calm, sensible, and a 'think things through' kind of person. Of course she likes to get out and go to parties and have fun, and she's very enthusiastic to do so. But being a singer, pianist, and guitarist, has calmed her down from the start, and even though she's upbeat and optimistic (most of the time) she reasons with decisions and usually makes the right ones.
From the day she started going to all her mother and fathers' fancy business parties and 'learning how to socialize', Brookelle has discovered that she is bubbly and enthusiastic around others. Sometimes this causes words to just gush out of her mouth and she can't stop talking when she is uncomfortable or awkward, but other times it causes people to warm up to her easily. For this reason, she's always been the charmer with her father's coworkers and associates: they find her 'the sweetest girl' whenever she's around.
Maybe it's something that runs in the family, but Brookelle has always been determined to succeed at whatever she sets her mind to. She knows it sounds like a bad cliche, but it's the truth for her: its been taught down the generations of her family tree. She was thrilled when she got accepted to WUofA, because succeeding in music has always been something she was determined to do. Her mother knew she was a determined child from the day she actually made a soldier in London look at her during the Changing of the Guards. It was remarkable, and so quick they weren't even sure it really happened, but she was proud that she had gotten what she wanted.
Instead of being crazy, off-the-wall, and obnoxious, Brookelle is more calm, sensible, and a 'think things through' kind of person. Of course she likes to get out and go to parties and have fun, and she's very enthusiastic to do so. But being a singer, pianist, and guitarist, has calmed her down from the start, and even though she's upbeat and optimistic (most of the time) she reasons with decisions and usually makes the right ones.
Likes: Music, singing, guitar, piano, parties, dressing nicely, accessorizing, writing songs, romantic movies, sleepovers, 90's music, Jackson 5, Madonna, baking cookies, going outside in the rain.
Dislikes: Kylie Minogue, small annoying dogs such as chihuahuas, cheesy pick-up lines (i.e. "What's cookin', good lookin?"), horror movies, unhygienic people, unbearably hot weather, rap music, mornings.
Positive Traits:
Polite Growing up with a fancy, high class businessman as a father and a professional singer as a mother can improve your manners. Especially when important, rich, famous people are always at your house for dinner parties. Brookelle had to learn her manners as a child, and they stuck with her.
Lovable Something about Brookelle just makes you want to give her a big hug and tousle her hair--but that would just be really awkward. She's always smiles (unless you get her mad) and you can be yourself around her.
Organized Being an only child, she always cleaned up after herself and kept herself in line. Orderliness is a must for her: everything has to be neat and clean so all her things are easy for her to find.
Negative Traits:
Afraid of commitment Yes, she is determined, but it takes awhile for her to set her mind on what she wants. Especially in the case of relationships, Brookelle has been hurt too much and doesn't give in easily to love.
Pushover In a quest to please everyone, Brookelle can be taken advantage of quickly. She loves to see people happy and satisfied and will usually do whatever it takes to give her friends what they want.
Unforgiving If you do something to put yourself on Brookelle's bad list, she won't forget it. She IS one to hold a grudge, and it doesn't go away easily. Doing a favor for her won't be accepted as an apology and it takes a long while to prove yourself to her if you've lost her trust.
Greatest Ambition: To become a professional singer/guitarist/pianist when she's graduated. She is really talented and wants to let the world know.
Greatest Fear: That something will happen to her voice to damage it, maybe even permanently, or that (and it sounds rather childish) something will happen to the grand pianoforte that she has at home.
`History ,,
The Reed's own little ray of sunshine was given the gift of life on October 1st, a warm, breezy day when the leaves were beginning to show fiery colors and the autumn air was crisp. Brookelle Aimee: Elle from her maternal grandmother, Amy from her paternal grandmother. Her only brother died just days after he was born, thus leaving Brookelle an only child for awhile. She entertained herself, and eventually her nanny, Scarlett, became her best friend.
With a successful, well-known singer for a mother and an establishes businessman for a father, Brookelle didn't get much time with her parents in her early years. After Brookelle discovered her natural talent for music, though, her mother was home a lot more often to work with Brookelle on the piano or sing with her.
After bringing her to her mother's concert when Brookelle had just turned 4, Scarlett encouraged Brookelle to sing. She did, and though it needed polishing (she was only a toddler!), she was a natural. She and Scarlett sang together all the time, and Brookelle's mother cut back on unnecessary parties and minor events to be home with her and improve upon her voice. She was around 5 when her true talent started to shine through.
She took on voice lessons from her mother and her mother's coach at age 6, and after she decided she wanted to branch out, she got her hands on the family's beautiful pianoforte, as she had a few times before. This time she was amazed by what she could do and decided to really commit. At age 8, she discovered the angelic chords of an acoustic guitar, and decided to pursue that, too. Her mother tried to make her take something off her plate many a time, but she was too determined to succeed and kept trying.
By age 10, Brookelle had all but conquered piano, and guitar, and was singing at an almost Broadway level. Her mother had a beautiful baby girl named Lillian, and Brookelle was thrilled to have a sister at last. Good things often come paired with bad, though, as Scarlett died that year of a raging fever.
At age 14, Brookelle's family moved to Chappaqua, New York where things quieted down for her mother. She wanted to settle down and focus on Brookelle and Lillian, and her career didn't allow her to do that. Brookelle knew that she had an easy pass to fame if she wanted it: but she didn't. She wanted to make a name for herself, by herself. As her father continued to do well, Brookelle's manners grew more and more impeccable and she also grew sick and tired of dinner parties.
When her 17th birthday came around, Brookelle found 'the one'. The next month, she found him cheating on her. This happened again 3 months later, and Brookelle was heartbroken. To top it off, her father was inviting people to their house all the time, so Brookelle had to contain everything. For awhile, she was dating the son of one of her father's coworkers (they had hooked up over the summer), but they decided to call it quits just because they were tired of each other.
Her eighteenth birthday rolled in and Brookelle had changed. She was still the bubbly, pretty, try-to-please-everyone child that everyone knew and loved, except she was more tough, less naive. She knew what was right and what was wrong, and she was ready for college so she could do what she loved most.
The Reed's own little ray of sunshine was given the gift of life on October 1st, a warm, breezy day when the leaves were beginning to show fiery colors and the autumn air was crisp. Brookelle Aimee: Elle from her maternal grandmother, Amy from her paternal grandmother. Her only brother died just days after he was born, thus leaving Brookelle an only child for awhile. She entertained herself, and eventually her nanny, Scarlett, became her best friend.
With a successful, well-known singer for a mother and an establishes businessman for a father, Brookelle didn't get much time with her parents in her early years. After Brookelle discovered her natural talent for music, though, her mother was home a lot more often to work with Brookelle on the piano or sing with her.
After bringing her to her mother's concert when Brookelle had just turned 4, Scarlett encouraged Brookelle to sing. She did, and though it needed polishing (she was only a toddler!), she was a natural. She and Scarlett sang together all the time, and Brookelle's mother cut back on unnecessary parties and minor events to be home with her and improve upon her voice. She was around 5 when her true talent started to shine through.
She took on voice lessons from her mother and her mother's coach at age 6, and after she decided she wanted to branch out, she got her hands on the family's beautiful pianoforte, as she had a few times before. This time she was amazed by what she could do and decided to really commit. At age 8, she discovered the angelic chords of an acoustic guitar, and decided to pursue that, too. Her mother tried to make her take something off her plate many a time, but she was too determined to succeed and kept trying.
By age 10, Brookelle had all but conquered piano, and guitar, and was singing at an almost Broadway level. Her mother had a beautiful baby girl named Lillian, and Brookelle was thrilled to have a sister at last. Good things often come paired with bad, though, as Scarlett died that year of a raging fever.
At age 14, Brookelle's family moved to Chappaqua, New York where things quieted down for her mother. She wanted to settle down and focus on Brookelle and Lillian, and her career didn't allow her to do that. Brookelle knew that she had an easy pass to fame if she wanted it: but she didn't. She wanted to make a name for herself, by herself. As her father continued to do well, Brookelle's manners grew more and more impeccable and she also grew sick and tired of dinner parties.
When her 17th birthday came around, Brookelle found 'the one'. The next month, she found him cheating on her. This happened again 3 months later, and Brookelle was heartbroken. To top it off, her father was inviting people to their house all the time, so Brookelle had to contain everything. For awhile, she was dating the son of one of her father's coworkers (they had hooked up over the summer), but they decided to call it quits just because they were tired of each other.
Her eighteenth birthday rolled in and Brookelle had changed. She was still the bubbly, pretty, try-to-please-everyone child that everyone knew and loved, except she was more tough, less naive. She knew what was right and what was wrong, and she was ready for college so she could do what she loved most.
Best Memory: At the age of eight, Brookelle was tagged along to her mothers' concert (as usual), but instead something unusual happened. Her mother called her up onto the stage and proclaimed that her daughter had the voice of an angel. Shocked and stunned, Brookelle staggered onto the stage and sang a song (that she considered terrible) written herself. The crowd was stunned and awed, and Brookelle was terrified until they burst into applause. No one remembers her now, of course, but she is determined to make a name for herself.
Worst Memory: At age 16, a good friend of hers with a pretty good voice had asked Brookelle to sing a duet in the talent show, as she wished she could sing as well as Brookelle. She eagerly accepted and prepared dutifully for it till she could sing the song in her sleep. The day before the talent show, she came up with a case of laryngitis, and had to skip it. She was terribly guilty and ashamed and most of all disappointed that she couldn't participate, and she tries to forget all about that terrible day.
`Writing Skill ,,
Applause filled my ears as Camryn and I blew out the candles simultaneously on our enormous cake. My twin beamed at me, a reflection of my own face. I was unbelievably happy. I felt as if a balloon was swelling inside me, and I did not want it to pop. There was only one thing that would make this moment better, and it hurt too much to mention what it was. The slight flicker of change in Camryn’s twinkling eyes notified me that she was thinking the same thing that I was.
I sliced the cake into pieces and Camryn immediately stole the smallest one. I glared at her.
“Happy sixteenth, my twin sweethearts!” My dad pulled Camryn and I into a bone-crushing hug, and I could not help smiling.
“Well, where are we going for dinner tonight, Camryn? Or do you want to choose, Charity?” I knew my mom was fully aware of my problems with decision making, and she just did not want me to feel left out.
I had major issues with making decisions—it affected me greatly whenever we went out to dinner, went sightseeing, or just left the house in general.
“Mom, I think you know my answer. Cami?” My sister smiled at her childish nickname.
“I’ll let you guys know,” she finished her small piece of cake and walked over to the sink to wash it. That was her pet peeve—she couldn’t stand when things were not perfect. When we were little, half of our room was always gleaming with cleanliness and order, while the other half was sloppy and disorderly. My mother frowned.
“Let me do that, Camryn!”
“You go get ready with Daddy. Go! Come on, get outta here!” She playfully pushed our mother towards the stairs. As our parents disappeared, Camryn looked towards me and our joyous smiles faded.
“Where is…?” Her question trailed off, and I sat down.
“We all know she’s not coming, Cami. I’m really sorry. You don’t know how much I miss her,” I put my hand on her shoulder. Silently, we both washed the dishes for a few minutes. Suddenly, we heard a rustling noise from outside. It stopped just as soon as it started, but Cami whirled around, her reflexes as fast as ever.
“What was that?”
“Nothing, I’m sure it was nothing, leave it.” She ignored me, pushing past the weak barrier I had tried to make between her and the door to the deck.
“It came from out there. That was a really, really weird noise, Char.”
This was not the first time I had heard that noise, I wanted to tell her. Last year, on our fifteenth birthday, I had heard a faint rustling in the trees outside the front door. The year before that, right after my fourteenth birthday party, Camryn had told me goodnight and ran into our room. I had waited downstairs for awhile, and I had noticed the bushes surrounding the driveway moving. I blinked and they had stopped, so I supposed it was just a hallucination. Every year since I was thirteen, something had moved, and that noise like sandpaper rubbing together had filled my ears for a brief few seconds.
This was, however, the first time that Camryn had been around with me to hear the noise. It was probably just an animal, romping around in our yard. But why had I only heard it on my birthday?
I hardly noticed when Camryn weakly called my name from the deck. “Char? Char, Charity! CHARITY, come here!” Coming to my senses, I ran outside.
“What is it?” I froze. Facing me was the most beautiful, slender being I had ever seen. My sister.
“Charity,” she spoke, her gorgeous face breaking into a wide grin. “Charity,” she repeated, “come here.” Her voice was that of the purest singers hitting a high soprano note in perfect unity. I slowly approached her, unsure if it was really possible for this girl to be my sister.
“Lillian?” My tentativeness made her name come out as a question.
“It’s me, Char. Believe me.” It was her. Only she would know my nickname, my special name that she had called me since I was but three years old. Char, because she wanted my name to be Charlotte. Char, because of the one charcoal black streak in my sleek blond hair that had been there since my birth.
She had changed in a big way. Her blond hair was the same, but longer. It was still wavy and gave her a graceful touch. Long, curly lashes framed her eyes, which were somehow more defined. Her bright blue eyes had severely darkened to the point that they were almost black. Any blemishes that had previously marked her face were gone. Not even scars remained on her unflawed complexion. She had grown taller and thinner, and looked as if she could tackle a mountain lion and come out of the fight unscathed.
[/center]Applause filled my ears as Camryn and I blew out the candles simultaneously on our enormous cake. My twin beamed at me, a reflection of my own face. I was unbelievably happy. I felt as if a balloon was swelling inside me, and I did not want it to pop. There was only one thing that would make this moment better, and it hurt too much to mention what it was. The slight flicker of change in Camryn’s twinkling eyes notified me that she was thinking the same thing that I was.
I sliced the cake into pieces and Camryn immediately stole the smallest one. I glared at her.
“Happy sixteenth, my twin sweethearts!” My dad pulled Camryn and I into a bone-crushing hug, and I could not help smiling.
“Well, where are we going for dinner tonight, Camryn? Or do you want to choose, Charity?” I knew my mom was fully aware of my problems with decision making, and she just did not want me to feel left out.
I had major issues with making decisions—it affected me greatly whenever we went out to dinner, went sightseeing, or just left the house in general.
“Mom, I think you know my answer. Cami?” My sister smiled at her childish nickname.
“I’ll let you guys know,” she finished her small piece of cake and walked over to the sink to wash it. That was her pet peeve—she couldn’t stand when things were not perfect. When we were little, half of our room was always gleaming with cleanliness and order, while the other half was sloppy and disorderly. My mother frowned.
“Let me do that, Camryn!”
“You go get ready with Daddy. Go! Come on, get outta here!” She playfully pushed our mother towards the stairs. As our parents disappeared, Camryn looked towards me and our joyous smiles faded.
“Where is…?” Her question trailed off, and I sat down.
“We all know she’s not coming, Cami. I’m really sorry. You don’t know how much I miss her,” I put my hand on her shoulder. Silently, we both washed the dishes for a few minutes. Suddenly, we heard a rustling noise from outside. It stopped just as soon as it started, but Cami whirled around, her reflexes as fast as ever.
“What was that?”
“Nothing, I’m sure it was nothing, leave it.” She ignored me, pushing past the weak barrier I had tried to make between her and the door to the deck.
“It came from out there. That was a really, really weird noise, Char.”
This was not the first time I had heard that noise, I wanted to tell her. Last year, on our fifteenth birthday, I had heard a faint rustling in the trees outside the front door. The year before that, right after my fourteenth birthday party, Camryn had told me goodnight and ran into our room. I had waited downstairs for awhile, and I had noticed the bushes surrounding the driveway moving. I blinked and they had stopped, so I supposed it was just a hallucination. Every year since I was thirteen, something had moved, and that noise like sandpaper rubbing together had filled my ears for a brief few seconds.
This was, however, the first time that Camryn had been around with me to hear the noise. It was probably just an animal, romping around in our yard. But why had I only heard it on my birthday?
I hardly noticed when Camryn weakly called my name from the deck. “Char? Char, Charity! CHARITY, come here!” Coming to my senses, I ran outside.
“What is it?” I froze. Facing me was the most beautiful, slender being I had ever seen. My sister.
“Charity,” she spoke, her gorgeous face breaking into a wide grin. “Charity,” she repeated, “come here.” Her voice was that of the purest singers hitting a high soprano note in perfect unity. I slowly approached her, unsure if it was really possible for this girl to be my sister.
“Lillian?” My tentativeness made her name come out as a question.
“It’s me, Char. Believe me.” It was her. Only she would know my nickname, my special name that she had called me since I was but three years old. Char, because she wanted my name to be Charlotte. Char, because of the one charcoal black streak in my sleek blond hair that had been there since my birth.
She had changed in a big way. Her blond hair was the same, but longer. It was still wavy and gave her a graceful touch. Long, curly lashes framed her eyes, which were somehow more defined. Her bright blue eyes had severely darkened to the point that they were almost black. Any blemishes that had previously marked her face were gone. Not even scars remained on her unflawed complexion. She had grown taller and thinner, and looked as if she could tackle a mountain lion and come out of the fight unscathed.
`Behind The Character ,,
Name: Ash, Ashleigh, or Gray
Age: 15
Role-playing experience: 3-4 years now, I believe.
How you found us: Neopets board
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