Post by Brooke Winfield on Apr 27, 2008 14:42:22 GMT -5
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name: Kael
age: 13
experience: 4+ years
other characters here: Nope
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brooke chanel winfield
{character basics}[/font]
nickname(s): Brookie, B
age: 17
birthday: June 7th
grade: Junior
gender: Female
sexual orientation: Straight
clique: Prep/Jock
{appearance}
portrayed by: Sophia Bush
height: 5'6
eye color: Brown
hair color: Brown
overall:
Brooke is a unique looking girl, and looking in the mirror, she can see that in her point of view. She's around 5'6 or so, and weighs at no less than 115 pounds, she she's pretty small. Brooke has a slim, athletic figure. She has all the right curves in all the right places, and has a nice build. Since she plays so many sports, she has to stay fit, and that's a reason why she's so healthy and athletic.
Brooke has lushish brown locks, which fall gracefully past her shoulders, no more than four inches down. Her hair is naturally straight, but she does curl it every now and then just to have a sense of style. Brooke has a nice completion. She is more of a soft olive toned rather than completely dark, but it's a beautiful shade. Brooke has chocolate brown eyes, which surprisingly stand out she has brown hair as well. And also a beauty mark on her right cheek, which tops everything off.
{personality}
general:
Brooke is a rather headstrong girl. She stands up for what she believes in, and never backs down from a challenge. Brooke usually doesn't mind the gossip, but when it's about her or her friends, thats when she takes charge. Brooke is usually seen as the sweet girl, but can have a nasty attitude, and has been known to back stab.
Brooke is also a very whacked out girl. She's crazy and if the hardcore definition of fun. Half the time, she doesn't take anything seriously. She loves life, and is proud to say that's she's living it. Brooke is the type of girl to just go out on a school night and party till the break of dawn. Brooke doesn't care what people think of her, and is a pretty tough girl, so don't mess with her or else she'll probably beat you up, literally.
Brooke is also a girly-girl. She doesn't like to get all that dirty, but then again she doesn't really mind when it comes to playing football in the mud on a raining Saturday. Brooke is also a bit snotty at times, especially to people she doesn't know, or are out of her 'league'. But overall, Brooke is a really fun girl to hang out with, and is a true sweethear...to her friends at least.
likes:
-Partying
-Having fun
-Guys
-Talking
-Shopping
-Animals
-Music
-Singing
-Dancing
-Taking Pictures
-Hanging with friends
-Go Karts
-Football
-Soccer
-Volleyball
-Softball
dislikes:
-Being ignored
-Jerks
-Bees/Wasps
-Hard rock
-Really bright colors
-Being bossed around
-School
-Being cheated on
-Having to make a life changing decision
-Math
-Being dumped
-Broccoli
-Spinach
-Carrots
-Hot dogs
-Fish
strengths:
Spanish
French
Being Athletic
Science
weaknesses:
Math
History
Guns
{history}
birthplace: Laguna Beach, California
family members:
Father: Eric/43
Mother: Claire/39
Brother: Josh/23
history:
Brooke Chanel Winfield was born to the proud parents of Eric and Claire Winfield, and six year old brother, Josh. During her baby days, Brooke was pretty much a large chunk in the family. Since Claire had to go back to work sometime, things were hectic trying to take care of two kids. so Claire made the choice to retire from work for at least a year, or else she would miss her baby grow up, like she did so with Josh. Claire also had the feeling she was pushing Josh aside, and so this resulted in Claire telling Eric to take a break for a while, give his time to Josh while her time went to Brooke. They began to loose a lot of money, and they both realized this was a mistake.
Brooke Chanel Winfield was born to the proud parents of Eric and Claire Winfield, and six year old brother, Josh. During her baby days, Brooke was pretty much a large chunk in the family. Since Claire had to go back to work sometime, things were hectic trying to take care of two kids. so Claire made the choice to retire from work for at least a year, or else she would miss her baby grow up, like she did so with Josh. Claire also had the feeling she was pushing Josh aside, and so this resulted in Claire telling Eric to take a break for a while, give his time to Josh while her time went to Brooke. They began to loose a lot of money, and they both realized this was a mistake.
Those baby years soon rolled around, and Brooke was starting Elementary school. Something that every kid does, hopefully. Kindergarten was such a hassle. Since Brooke wasn't used to leaving the loving side of her mother, Brooke would always throw a tantrum or two before calming down and going to play with the other kids. It soon wore off, and Brooke was climbing up the ladder in the grade chain of Elementary. Second and Third grade went by with the wind, and Brooke was finally in fourth grade. Yeah, so I'm not going to describe the horrible life the Elementary school, let's skip to where things really spice up.
High school, ahh yes, everyone dreads it, but somehow there's a part where everyone can't live without it. Brooke pretty much ran the school down in Laguna Beach. She was Captain of the Varsity Volleyball team, and Captain of the competitive cheer squad that they're school had. Every one knew her, and most of the upper class men loved her. But all of her dreams were about to take a turn for the worst when her parents told her that her father had a job offer in Shadowridge, and were moving in two weeks. It only gave her time to quick the cheer squad and volleyball team, transfer her records over to Shadowridge, and say one last goodbye to her friends. She's been here now since her Junior year, and is trying so desperately to reach the status she once held back in Laguna.
{extras}
roleplay sample:
Valerie groaned, her hand flying up and smashing the off button on her black alarm clock. She peeked her eyes open, the bright blue neon numbers which stung her eyes while showing that it was 11:30 A.M. Pressing her lips together, she laid there for a few moments, trying to take it all in that it was now time to get up and go some where, any where by here any way.
Throwing her blue and brown sheets off to the sighed, revealing her small body curled up into a ball. She unleashed her ca-coon, and let her legs dangle from the bed, hitting the metal brim a few times. She then pulled herself up, sluggishly walking to her bathroom and turning on the light. She then in the mirror, scoffing with disgust at how nasty she looked. Throwing off her polo pajama shirt and mini shorts, she turned, opening the large glass door which led to her shower. She turned the knob on hot, letting her fingers hang there for a few moments until steam covered the mirrors and glass door. With her foot, she kicked her bathroom door closed, then hoped it, gasping as the hot water simmered on her skin.
Moments later, Valerie came back out, wrapping a towel around her, and another towel, smaller than the other, around her hair. She then grabbed a toothbrush from it's holder, and then placed her hand on the oak wood drawer, pulling it open, she grabbed the tube of Crest toothpaste, and flipped the white cap up, squirting the red goo onto the pink bristles of her toothbrush. She then threw the tube back into the drawer, slamming it shut as she began to scrub at her teeth.
As Valerie was brushing her teeth, she walked into her room once more, opening her closet to see all the possible items she could wear today. She searched through, while her other hand was still at work brushing her teeth. She then found a pair of decent Capri's, and threw them on her bed. She then searched through once more, and then finally found the perfect shirt. It was a dark blue blouse, with a silky under cover, and Lacey see through pull over. She threw that on the bed as well, then went to the bathroom, and finished brushing her teeth.
Valerie sighed, hating this rather long process of getting ready in the mornings. She slid on her clothes, then went back to the bathroom, applying her soft colored make up, matching her tone perfectly. She then dappled on some glitter here and there, and smoothed on a fine coat of light pink lip gloss. Pressing her lips together, she then sprayed on some perfume here and there, then went back into her room, searching her her blue flats that would go well with this shirt. Not seeing them, she went back and began to straighten her hair. Once she was done, she ran to her bedroom door, opening it up and yelling out. "MOM! Have you seen my blue flats!!??" Valerie questioned, her head peeking out the door only by an inch or so.
"They're down here Val! Where are you going anyway?" Her mother questioned with a worried tone. Rolling her eyes, Valerie answered simply. "Out!"
Valerie went back grabbing a few necklaces and throwing them on. She then grabbed her black Chanel bag and glasses, and walked down stairs. Her blue eyes landed on her flats, and she gave a sigh of relief. She slid them on quickly, then headed out the door.
Once she was on the road, she really had no clue where she was going. Driving up and down all the main streets, she finally pulled in to a club. Turning off her car, she got out, her sunglasses protecting her eyes before she bit her bottom lip. '"OK, let's not get too drunk today...' Valerie thought to herself as she headed in to the club.
The instant smell of alcohol and cigar smoked filled her nose as she headed toward the bar. Hoping up on the stool, she gave a smile toward the bartender before ordering a shot of whiskey. So, as you can see, Valerie isn't the fruity little drink kind of girl. She's pretty serious when it comes to how strong a drink comes. Brushing a few blond hairs away from her eyes, she grasped the shot, taking a sip just to test it. She then shot it quickly, pressing her lips together, cringing at the taste.
Ordering another, she then turned her attention to a voice next to her, it sounded like the man was talking to her, so turned just to make sure. Valerie gave a polite smile to the guy next to her before answering his question. "I'm alone unless you mean by bringing myself here then yes, I'm with some one..." Valerie nodded before turning back to the fresh shot the bartender gave her. Valerie wasn't the type to let guys pick her up. Just the thought of that made her sick. 'Pig...' Valerie thought as she shot the other drink.
Throwing her blue and brown sheets off to the sighed, revealing her small body curled up into a ball. She unleashed her ca-coon, and let her legs dangle from the bed, hitting the metal brim a few times. She then pulled herself up, sluggishly walking to her bathroom and turning on the light. She then in the mirror, scoffing with disgust at how nasty she looked. Throwing off her polo pajama shirt and mini shorts, she turned, opening the large glass door which led to her shower. She turned the knob on hot, letting her fingers hang there for a few moments until steam covered the mirrors and glass door. With her foot, she kicked her bathroom door closed, then hoped it, gasping as the hot water simmered on her skin.
Moments later, Valerie came back out, wrapping a towel around her, and another towel, smaller than the other, around her hair. She then grabbed a toothbrush from it's holder, and then placed her hand on the oak wood drawer, pulling it open, she grabbed the tube of Crest toothpaste, and flipped the white cap up, squirting the red goo onto the pink bristles of her toothbrush. She then threw the tube back into the drawer, slamming it shut as she began to scrub at her teeth.
As Valerie was brushing her teeth, she walked into her room once more, opening her closet to see all the possible items she could wear today. She searched through, while her other hand was still at work brushing her teeth. She then found a pair of decent Capri's, and threw them on her bed. She then searched through once more, and then finally found the perfect shirt. It was a dark blue blouse, with a silky under cover, and Lacey see through pull over. She threw that on the bed as well, then went to the bathroom, and finished brushing her teeth.
Valerie sighed, hating this rather long process of getting ready in the mornings. She slid on her clothes, then went back to the bathroom, applying her soft colored make up, matching her tone perfectly. She then dappled on some glitter here and there, and smoothed on a fine coat of light pink lip gloss. Pressing her lips together, she then sprayed on some perfume here and there, then went back into her room, searching her her blue flats that would go well with this shirt. Not seeing them, she went back and began to straighten her hair. Once she was done, she ran to her bedroom door, opening it up and yelling out. "MOM! Have you seen my blue flats!!??" Valerie questioned, her head peeking out the door only by an inch or so.
"They're down here Val! Where are you going anyway?" Her mother questioned with a worried tone. Rolling her eyes, Valerie answered simply. "Out!"
Valerie went back grabbing a few necklaces and throwing them on. She then grabbed her black Chanel bag and glasses, and walked down stairs. Her blue eyes landed on her flats, and she gave a sigh of relief. She slid them on quickly, then headed out the door.
Once she was on the road, she really had no clue where she was going. Driving up and down all the main streets, she finally pulled in to a club. Turning off her car, she got out, her sunglasses protecting her eyes before she bit her bottom lip. '"OK, let's not get too drunk today...' Valerie thought to herself as she headed in to the club.
The instant smell of alcohol and cigar smoked filled her nose as she headed toward the bar. Hoping up on the stool, she gave a smile toward the bartender before ordering a shot of whiskey. So, as you can see, Valerie isn't the fruity little drink kind of girl. She's pretty serious when it comes to how strong a drink comes. Brushing a few blond hairs away from her eyes, she grasped the shot, taking a sip just to test it. She then shot it quickly, pressing her lips together, cringing at the taste.
Ordering another, she then turned her attention to a voice next to her, it sounded like the man was talking to her, so turned just to make sure. Valerie gave a polite smile to the guy next to her before answering his question. "I'm alone unless you mean by bringing myself here then yes, I'm with some one..." Valerie nodded before turning back to the fresh shot the bartender gave her. Valerie wasn't the type to let guys pick her up. Just the thought of that made her sick. 'Pig...' Valerie thought as she shot the other drink.
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