Post by brody vogell on Jun 11, 2009 8:17:15 GMT -5
[align=center]BRODY OLIVIA VOGELL.[/color][/font]
I'M NOT YOUR BOYFRIEND, BABY[/color][/font]
I AIN'T YOUR CUTE LITTLE SEX TOY. I AIN'T YOUR LION OR YOUR TIGER[/color][/align]
FULL NAME
Brody Olivia Vogell
NICKNAMES if none leave blank.
Bro, Brode
AGE age and date of birth.
19, September 1rst
GENDER obvious.
Female
ETHNICITY italian, french, spanish, etc.
Brittish
RELIGON jewish, caltholic, agnostic, etc.
Raised a strict Catholic, but non-religious now
SEXUALITY heterosexual, bisexual, homosexual, etc.
Homosexual
STATUS single, taken, swinger, etc.
player Taken
GRADE if you're a student.
Senior
HOUSE if you're a student.
Fire
OCCUPATION obvious.
Student
ECONOMICAL LEVEL high, middle, low class.
Low
HEIGHT obvious.
5"6
WEIGHT obvious.
128
WRITING HAND obvious.
Left
PLAYED BY make sure they're not taken. [/color][/color][/font]
Brody Dale
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[align=center] WON'T BE YOUR NASTY LITTLE BOY.[/color][/font]
I'M NOT YOUR NIGHT IN SHINING ARMOR, CAN'T GRANT YOUR EVERY WISH[/color][/align][/font]
Chocolate Brown
HAIR COLOR obvious.
Black [but she often dyes it blonde]
TATTOOS / PIERCINGS obvious.
She has lip pierced, and ears. And she has tattoos all up and down her body
CLOTHING STYLE obvious.
Punk, completely and utterly punk.
CHARACTER NAME LIKES at least ten.
- Singing, Really fucking loud.
- Smoking pack after pack of cigarette
- Making mix CDs for any occasion
- Cursing like a sailor
- Shopping for vintage music posters
- Shopping for vintage punk clothing attire
- Going to meetings for Feminist groups
- Getting tattoos
- Sporting a new hair style every month
- Indie films or music
- Smoking Spliff [pot]
- Leather jackets, or studs.
CHARACTER NAME DISLIKES same as likes.
- People not appreciating life
- Snobs
- "The popular crowd"
- Not being allowed an opinion of any matter
- Being tied down to one religion
- Doing the wrong thing when comforting someone
- Having to conform to what people want her to
- Wearing high heels
- Bands that Sell Out just to make more money
- When coffee burns the tip of her tongue
- Pop music
GOALS at least four.
- to travel throughout the world
- to put down the man
- to become a noticed musician
- to be a leader of feminist rights
FEARS at least three.
- Loosing her individuality
- being over powered by a male
- To be a musical flop
SECRETS at least three.
- She has a stack of gossip magazines under her bed
- She has a Vag piercing [gross I know]
- She's thought about of having sex so she could move up in the music business
WEAKNESSES at least three.
- Chocolate Dipped strawberries
- Blue eyes
- Cute girls
STRENGHTS at least three.
- She's got an opinion that doesn't waver
- She knows how to prove a point
- Music, she has the talent to sing.
BEST MEMORY first person, as descriptive as possible, one paragraph or more.
My best memory, as cheap as it sounds, is the day when I made the decision to dash away with Kris and his mum. Nice lady. Yeah, they let me in with them. And ever since that moment, I've been the most greatful person, possible. I owe them everything. That day, I packed my bags, gave my mum a good bye kiss, and my wee little sister a hug. That was the last time I saw them, physically. I mean, I've written to them quite a few times. But, that's not the point. I could remember that my father was in a rage, and, he attempted to lunge at me, but I slammed the door and ran off to Kris's house. It just felt so fucking mint to see his face flare up, and I knew I no longer had to put up with him, or his temper. I knew, that for once in my life I was completely and utterly safe. I can't even begin to describe how...free I felt.
WORST MEMORY same as best memory.
The worse time of my life had to be when my mum was working about as a "dancer", of the exotic sort, trying to make enough money to support the family. And, I knew father came home drunk every night at ten, so, I would always make my sister run up to her room 30 minutes before he arrived. The first night he touched me, that was the worst, it wasn't sexually, just...physically. And the abuse had all been caused by the depression our whole family was in, and fuelled even further by the alcoholic posion my father drank. It hurt, yeah, of course it did. And I'd try to fight back, but, he was my father, and its kind of hard to sock your father in the eye, and NOT feel guilty about it. Plus, to add he over powered me. Once, he broke a bottle over my head, theres been times where I've been shoved into in tables. I can't remember all the times I've called Kris or appeared at his house crying...
OVERALL PERSONALITY BE descriptive as possible, two paragraphs or more.
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Brody is Brody. That plain, that simple. She's a bit of an intimidating person, and she knows this. Her style of clothing and music often repersents just who she is. She's got an agressive personality, never being a passive person. In her mind, when shit needs to be done, she'll make sure it gets done. If she has to use force, she will. Some might say she's a "punk", and perhaps she is. But not always. She knows when she actually HAS to be polite. Though, she really doesn't have much respect for adults in general. Because, as far as she's concerned the adults of this generation are ignorant closed minded fools.
She's opinionated, and not once in her life has she never spoke her mind. She's always speaking it, saying what needs to be said. Though, her timing could be a bit better. She's rude, but if you get down to her core, she's actually quite nice. Despite her "tough" act. She doesn't really liked to be proven wrong, and she tends to be offended easily. But, if she likes you enough, she'll protect you.
She has a tendency to flirt with multiple girls. Whether they are straight, bi, or gay, she'll hit on them. She's a lethario of women. But,on the downside, she's a complete player. And that means, she's never really had to care for someone special out of love or romance. She just often wakes up and forgets the name of who she had sex with, or made out with. Secretly, Brody really would like to stop hopping around, but at the same time she fears commitment. Not once had she ever had to dedicate herself to any one person. Polygamy, to her, seems sooo much easier. Her thought is, if she gets tied down, then she's too weak, and she's lost all control.
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[align=center] SO I LEAVE YOU WITH THIS KISS[/color][/font]
YOU CAN CATCH ME ON THE SPEED TRAIN, BEEPER IN A THREE WAY[/color][/align][/font]
London, England
CURRENT RESIDENCE where they live now.
Everett [With Kriss]
MOTHER'S NAME obvious.
Joan Middles [Vogell]
MOTHER'S OCCUPATION obvious.
Exotic Dancer
FATHER'S NAME obvious.
Thomas Vogell
FATHER'S OCCUPATION obvious.
Retired US Millitary Officer
SIBLINGS names, ages, relations to character & occupations.
Younger sister, Josephine, 8
PETS name, type of animal.
Kinky, the pet bull dog
OVERALL HISTORY five well-written paragraphs minimum. [/color][/color]
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[align=center] SHININ' WITH THE GLEAM CHAIN[/color][/font]
AND YOUR HONEY GIVIN' ME BRAIN, YOU CAN CATCH ME WATCHIN' AI[/color][/align][/font]
Pandy. James.
AGE obvious. [/color][/font]
Five.
EXPERIENCE obvious. [/color][/font]
5-6 years
OTHER CHARACTERS obvious. [/color][/font]
...None, right now [got rid of them]
THESE CHILDREN LEARN FROM what? [/color][/font]
cigarette burns, fast cars, fast women, and cheap drinks
ROLEPLAY SAMPLE a normal post you write. [/color][/font]
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I'M NOT YOUR BOYFRIEND, BABY[/color][/font]
I AIN'T YOUR CUTE LITTLE SEX TOY. I AIN'T YOUR LION OR YOUR TIGER[/color][/align]
FULL NAME
Brody Olivia Vogell
NICKNAMES if none leave blank.
Bro, Brode
AGE age and date of birth.
19, September 1rst
GENDER obvious.
Female
ETHNICITY italian, french, spanish, etc.
Brittish
RELIGON jewish, caltholic, agnostic, etc.
Raised a strict Catholic, but non-religious now
SEXUALITY heterosexual, bisexual, homosexual, etc.
Homosexual
STATUS single, taken, swinger, etc.
GRADE if you're a student.
Senior
HOUSE if you're a student.
Fire
OCCUPATION obvious.
Student
ECONOMICAL LEVEL high, middle, low class.
Low
HEIGHT obvious.
5"6
WEIGHT obvious.
128
WRITING HAND obvious.
Left
PLAYED BY make sure they're not taken. [/color][/color][/font]
Brody Dale
[/ul]
[align=center] WON'T BE YOUR NASTY LITTLE BOY.[/color][/font]
I'M NOT YOUR NIGHT IN SHINING ARMOR, CAN'T GRANT YOUR EVERY WISH[/color][/align][/font]
Chocolate Brown
HAIR COLOR obvious.
Black [but she often dyes it blonde]
TATTOOS / PIERCINGS obvious.
She has lip pierced, and ears. And she has tattoos all up and down her body
CLOTHING STYLE obvious.
Punk, completely and utterly punk.
CHARACTER NAME LIKES at least ten.
- Singing, Really fucking loud.
- Smoking pack after pack of cigarette
- Making mix CDs for any occasion
- Cursing like a sailor
- Shopping for vintage music posters
- Shopping for vintage punk clothing attire
- Going to meetings for Feminist groups
- Getting tattoos
- Sporting a new hair style every month
- Indie films or music
- Smoking Spliff [pot]
- Leather jackets, or studs.
CHARACTER NAME DISLIKES same as likes.
- People not appreciating life
- Snobs
- "The popular crowd"
- Not being allowed an opinion of any matter
- Being tied down to one religion
- Doing the wrong thing when comforting someone
- Having to conform to what people want her to
- Wearing high heels
- Bands that Sell Out just to make more money
- When coffee burns the tip of her tongue
- Pop music
GOALS at least four.
- to travel throughout the world
- to put down the man
- to become a noticed musician
- to be a leader of feminist rights
FEARS at least three.
- Loosing her individuality
- being over powered by a male
- To be a musical flop
SECRETS at least three.
- She has a stack of gossip magazines under her bed
- She has a Vag piercing [gross I know]
- She's thought about of having sex so she could move up in the music business
WEAKNESSES at least three.
- Chocolate Dipped strawberries
- Blue eyes
- Cute girls
STRENGHTS at least three.
- She's got an opinion that doesn't waver
- She knows how to prove a point
- Music, she has the talent to sing.
BEST MEMORY first person, as descriptive as possible, one paragraph or more.
My best memory, as cheap as it sounds, is the day when I made the decision to dash away with Kris and his mum. Nice lady. Yeah, they let me in with them. And ever since that moment, I've been the most greatful person, possible. I owe them everything. That day, I packed my bags, gave my mum a good bye kiss, and my wee little sister a hug. That was the last time I saw them, physically. I mean, I've written to them quite a few times. But, that's not the point. I could remember that my father was in a rage, and, he attempted to lunge at me, but I slammed the door and ran off to Kris's house. It just felt so fucking mint to see his face flare up, and I knew I no longer had to put up with him, or his temper. I knew, that for once in my life I was completely and utterly safe. I can't even begin to describe how...free I felt.
WORST MEMORY same as best memory.
The worse time of my life had to be when my mum was working about as a "dancer", of the exotic sort, trying to make enough money to support the family. And, I knew father came home drunk every night at ten, so, I would always make my sister run up to her room 30 minutes before he arrived. The first night he touched me, that was the worst, it wasn't sexually, just...physically. And the abuse had all been caused by the depression our whole family was in, and fuelled even further by the alcoholic posion my father drank. It hurt, yeah, of course it did. And I'd try to fight back, but, he was my father, and its kind of hard to sock your father in the eye, and NOT feel guilty about it. Plus, to add he over powered me. Once, he broke a bottle over my head, theres been times where I've been shoved into in tables. I can't remember all the times I've called Kris or appeared at his house crying...
OVERALL PERSONALITY BE descriptive as possible, two paragraphs or more.
[/color][/color][/font]
Brody is Brody. That plain, that simple. She's a bit of an intimidating person, and she knows this. Her style of clothing and music often repersents just who she is. She's got an agressive personality, never being a passive person. In her mind, when shit needs to be done, she'll make sure it gets done. If she has to use force, she will. Some might say she's a "punk", and perhaps she is. But not always. She knows when she actually HAS to be polite. Though, she really doesn't have much respect for adults in general. Because, as far as she's concerned the adults of this generation are ignorant closed minded fools.
She's opinionated, and not once in her life has she never spoke her mind. She's always speaking it, saying what needs to be said. Though, her timing could be a bit better. She's rude, but if you get down to her core, she's actually quite nice. Despite her "tough" act. She doesn't really liked to be proven wrong, and she tends to be offended easily. But, if she likes you enough, she'll protect you.
She has a tendency to flirt with multiple girls. Whether they are straight, bi, or gay, she'll hit on them. She's a lethario of women. But,on the downside, she's a complete player. And that means, she's never really had to care for someone special out of love or romance. She just often wakes up and forgets the name of who she had sex with, or made out with. Secretly, Brody really would like to stop hopping around, but at the same time she fears commitment. Not once had she ever had to dedicate herself to any one person. Polygamy, to her, seems sooo much easier. Her thought is, if she gets tied down, then she's too weak, and she's lost all control.
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[align=center] SO I LEAVE YOU WITH THIS KISS[/color][/font]
YOU CAN CATCH ME ON THE SPEED TRAIN, BEEPER IN A THREE WAY[/color][/align][/font]
London, England
CURRENT RESIDENCE where they live now.
Everett [With Kriss]
MOTHER'S NAME obvious.
Joan Middles [Vogell]
MOTHER'S OCCUPATION obvious.
Exotic Dancer
FATHER'S NAME obvious.
Thomas Vogell
FATHER'S OCCUPATION obvious.
Retired US Millitary Officer
SIBLINGS names, ages, relations to character & occupations.
Younger sister, Josephine, 8
PETS name, type of animal.
Kinky, the pet bull dog
OVERALL HISTORY five well-written paragraphs minimum. [/color][/color]
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[align=center] SHININ' WITH THE GLEAM CHAIN[/color][/font]
AND YOUR HONEY GIVIN' ME BRAIN, YOU CAN CATCH ME WATCHIN' AI[/color][/align][/font]
Pandy. James.
AGE obvious. [/color][/font]
Five.
EXPERIENCE obvious. [/color][/font]
5-6 years
OTHER CHARACTERS obvious. [/color][/font]
...None, right now [got rid of them]
THESE CHILDREN LEARN FROM what? [/color][/font]
cigarette burns, fast cars, fast women, and cheap drinks
ROLEPLAY SAMPLE a normal post you write. [/color][/font]
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She wanted to be lovely. She always wanted that, for Sid, for herself. And now it seemed, it had become a habit to want to constantly be "fit". It really wasn't something she should have done to herself, no normal person would take such a toll on their body just so they could be "properly lush". But, Cassie Ainsworth never really was what some might call normal.
So, she sat grasping hard onto the sides of the white marble sink, till her knuckles began to drain themselves of any color. She was living a lie, and it was a shame really. OR to be more exact, she had become a shameful mess. She'd always tell Sid that she'd never do anything to put her life on the line anymore. And in a way, she told herself, she was keeping that promise, what she was doing wasn't killing herself. Or at least, she didn't think so. Of course, she wasn't a proper doctor, by any means. But, this wouldn't stop her, everything had fallen into place, and yet her habit continued on.
She loved Sid. Really, she did. But, it seemed, almost that her constant need to look "lovely" seemed to competing for her attention now. She loved the boy, that little oblivious nerd, she had properly fallen for. She had given up everything for him, ever since the beginning. She waited ever so patiently for him, and slowly he had come around. He had become hers. Just as her love for Sid was, so was her fascination with looking lush began. It all started when she hadn't eaten for a short time period, being that of a few days which turned to weeks [or so it seemed]. And, in a way, her fascination never really ended. Perhaps, her need to look beautiful would end the same way her wanting for Sid had. She came out of the battle with Sid on her arm, and maybe, this time, she could win over beauty as well. That idea alone made Cassie right giddy. But she shouldn't put a blame on anyone, but if she had to point a pretty pink fingernail at who started her on this path it would be her proper boy toy, Sid, himself. The beanie wearing boy had made her have an unhealthy drive to make herself sooo very attractive, just to catch his attention, for at least a second. And though, she had recieved that attention, she never recieved that lush look she so strived for. Not yet at least.
She wanted to be lovely again, wanted to hear people call her what she was. She wanted to be lovely, for him, for her....
Her knuckles turned sheet white, as her hands grasped as tightly as possible to the marble sink. She was going to go through with this, she had to. And, so, she bowed her head over the sink, thankful that her blond curls were drawn back in a lazy ponytail. She could feel the rising feel of sickness making its ways from her stomach up her throat, trailing up her esophagus. She opened her mouth, and squeezed her eyes shut as the contents of what she had just ate five minutes or so ago, spilled from between her lips. It took several cough ups before she pulled back from the sink rather satisfied with herself,
She was eating again, at least. She reminded herself, as she wiped her mouth with the back of her hand. The cost of looking lovely, she supposed, was the burning that itched in the back of her throat, hindering her from speaking with a proper voice. And she would accept the burning, as long as in the end she got what she had always strived for. Her wide eyes, shot about the bathroom, till they landed on a nicely folded towel. It was time to clean up.
Still, she had to make sure of one thing first. Her head turned to face forward, so her gaze was locked on her reflection in the mirror before her. A small smile began to tug at the corner of her lips, as her bucked teeth scraped the flesh of her bottom lip. Her left hand lifted up to tug away the hairband that held her together, and she watched as the golden locks bounced back into a comfortable position over her, and the reflection's, shoulders. A deep sigh rattled its way through her body, and escaped her as she flashed herself a confident grin that was matched with a tilt of her head.
"Oh wow." She muttered into the silent air, between the reflection and herself. She couldn't help but watch in fascination as her reflection mouthed the words along with her.
If only Sid knew, she was sure she'd be scolded. But he would never understand. This is what satisfied her, this brief relief that rattled her, and settled inside the pit of her stomach. She knew this what it would take to stay right lush.
And if only Sid could understand why she did it, how she kept herself up. He wouldn't approve, she knew. But, he was a oblivious male who could never really comprehend her actions. And he'd never understand...
She was a disgusting mess a second ago, but now she was lovely.
.
So, she sat grasping hard onto the sides of the white marble sink, till her knuckles began to drain themselves of any color. She was living a lie, and it was a shame really. OR to be more exact, she had become a shameful mess. She'd always tell Sid that she'd never do anything to put her life on the line anymore. And in a way, she told herself, she was keeping that promise, what she was doing wasn't killing herself. Or at least, she didn't think so. Of course, she wasn't a proper doctor, by any means. But, this wouldn't stop her, everything had fallen into place, and yet her habit continued on.
She loved Sid. Really, she did. But, it seemed, almost that her constant need to look "lovely" seemed to competing for her attention now. She loved the boy, that little oblivious nerd, she had properly fallen for. She had given up everything for him, ever since the beginning. She waited ever so patiently for him, and slowly he had come around. He had become hers. Just as her love for Sid was, so was her fascination with looking lush began. It all started when she hadn't eaten for a short time period, being that of a few days which turned to weeks [or so it seemed]. And, in a way, her fascination never really ended. Perhaps, her need to look beautiful would end the same way her wanting for Sid had. She came out of the battle with Sid on her arm, and maybe, this time, she could win over beauty as well. That idea alone made Cassie right giddy. But she shouldn't put a blame on anyone, but if she had to point a pretty pink fingernail at who started her on this path it would be her proper boy toy, Sid, himself. The beanie wearing boy had made her have an unhealthy drive to make herself sooo very attractive, just to catch his attention, for at least a second. And though, she had recieved that attention, she never recieved that lush look she so strived for. Not yet at least.
She wanted to be lovely again, wanted to hear people call her what she was. She wanted to be lovely, for him, for her....
Her knuckles turned sheet white, as her hands grasped as tightly as possible to the marble sink. She was going to go through with this, she had to. And, so, she bowed her head over the sink, thankful that her blond curls were drawn back in a lazy ponytail. She could feel the rising feel of sickness making its ways from her stomach up her throat, trailing up her esophagus. She opened her mouth, and squeezed her eyes shut as the contents of what she had just ate five minutes or so ago, spilled from between her lips. It took several cough ups before she pulled back from the sink rather satisfied with herself,
She was eating again, at least. She reminded herself, as she wiped her mouth with the back of her hand. The cost of looking lovely, she supposed, was the burning that itched in the back of her throat, hindering her from speaking with a proper voice. And she would accept the burning, as long as in the end she got what she had always strived for. Her wide eyes, shot about the bathroom, till they landed on a nicely folded towel. It was time to clean up.
Still, she had to make sure of one thing first. Her head turned to face forward, so her gaze was locked on her reflection in the mirror before her. A small smile began to tug at the corner of her lips, as her bucked teeth scraped the flesh of her bottom lip. Her left hand lifted up to tug away the hairband that held her together, and she watched as the golden locks bounced back into a comfortable position over her, and the reflection's, shoulders. A deep sigh rattled its way through her body, and escaped her as she flashed herself a confident grin that was matched with a tilt of her head.
"Oh wow." She muttered into the silent air, between the reflection and herself. She couldn't help but watch in fascination as her reflection mouthed the words along with her.
If only Sid knew, she was sure she'd be scolded. But he would never understand. This is what satisfied her, this brief relief that rattled her, and settled inside the pit of her stomach. She knew this what it would take to stay right lush.
And if only Sid could understand why she did it, how she kept herself up. He wouldn't approve, she knew. But, he was a oblivious male who could never really comprehend her actions. And he'd never understand...
She was a disgusting mess a second ago, but now she was lovely.
.
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