Post by bruin on Jan 13, 2011 22:16:35 GMT -5
Bruin Mandala Olee
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MYNAMEIS: BRUIN MANDALA OLEE.
IAM: FOURTEEN YEARS OLD.
BORNON: OCTOBER NINTH.
SPECIES: DEMIGOD.========================================
PLAYEDBY: ERIN HEATHERTON.
HEIGHT: FIVE FEET FOUR INCHES.
WEIGHT: ONE HUNDRED THIRTY NINE POUNDS.
APPEARANCE:BRUE HAS HONEY BLONDE HAIR THAT FALLS IN CURLS DOWN HER BACK AND IS KEPT RELATIVELY LONG. IT'S OFTEN STRAIGHTENED, AND SHORTLY AFTER GETTING WET, IT BOUNCES WITH CURLS. HER EYES ARE A DEEP MIX BETWEEN A SOFT AMBER AND A SPRING GREEN HER FACE IS RELATIVELY OVAL SHAPED, WITH A PROTRUDING JAW. HER ENTIRE BODY IS SLENDER, BUT HER LEGS ARE PARTICULARLY MUSCLE, BUT IT LOOKS RATHER LIKE FAT IF YOU WERE TO THINK ABOUT IT. SHE'S VERY PALE AND OFTEN SUNBURNS, BUT HER ENTIRE BODY IS ALSO COVERED IN A THIN SHEET OF FRECKLES.========================================
STRENGTHS:BRUIN IS TOLERANT OF PEOPLE, AND IS RARELY ANNOYED OR ANGERED. SHE IS FRIENDLY AND HAS A CERTAIN WAY OF BRIGHTENING PEOPLES' DAYS WHEN SHE SPEAKS TO THEM. SHE IS SPONTANEOUS, SARCASTIC, AND HAS A GOOD SENSE OF HUMOR IN MANY ASPECTS. SHE'S A RATHER GOOD LISTENER AND SHE GIVES GOOD ADVICE. SHE ADAPTS QUICKLY AND EASILY TO CHANGE, AND SHE GOES WITH THE FLOW. SOMETIMES SHE SEEMS AS THOUGH SHE CAN JUGGLE NEARLY ANYTHING BECAUSE SHE'S REALLY RATHER RESPONSIBLE.
WEAKNESSES:INSIDE OF HER HEAD, BRUIN IS EASILY STRESSED. SHE FEELS AS THOUGH SHE IS UNDER PRESSURE TO GET PEOPLE TO LIKE HER, AND WHEN THIS ISN'T THE CASE, SHE FEELS AS THOUGH SHE IS A FAILURE AND IS NOT A GOOD PERSON. SHE WILL DO WHATEVER SHE CAN TO MAKE OTHERS APPRECIATE HER. SHE'S RATHER GOOD AT DISGUISING HER LONGING FOR THIS. SHE'S VERY HARD ON HERSELF IF SHE FAILS, AND SHE WILL DO WHATEVER TO MAKE SURE THIS DOESN'T HAPPEN. SHE DOESN'T SHOW IT, BUT HER COMPETETIVE STREAKS ARE MORE PROMINENT THAN PEOPLE WILL BE ABLE TO TELL. THE MOST PROMINENT WEAKNESS WITHIN HER IS THAT SHE STRUGGLES WITH HER FEELINGS AND CONTROLLING THEM. SHE MA CRY AT RANDOM TIMES AND DOESN'T TRULY UNDERSTAND THEM. SHE IS GOOD AT INTERPRETING OTHER'S, BUT IT DOESN'T WORK QUITE THE SAME WITH HERSELF. SHE IS ALSO VERY PARANOID WHEN IT COMES TO TRUSTING OTHERS. ALTHOUGH SHE CAN BE SERIOUS AT TIMES, YOU CAN TELL BY THE WAY SHE HOLDS HERSELF THAT DEEP AND PERSONAL THINGS DON'T HOLD HEAVY ON HER SHOULDERS, AND SHE WON'T GIVE AWAY HER LIFE STORY AT YOUR FIRST INQUIRY. SHE HATES
TALENTS:BRUIN IS A SWIFT RUNNER, AND A GOOD SINGER AND DANCER. SHE'S ALSO HANDY WITH A BAT, A SOCCERBALL, AND A FOOTBALL. SHE'S ALSO A PRETTY DECENT FRIEND, AND SHE'S GOOD AT KNOWING THE RIGHT THING TO SAY, AS WELL AS PROTECTING PEOPLE'S SECRETS.========================================
BORNIN: LOWELL, MASSACHUSETTS.
LIVING IN: CONCORD, MASSACHUSETTS.
FAMILY:
HERMES , FATHER.
KARDIN OLEE , MOTHER.
----- OLEE , SISTER.
HISTORY:KARDIN OLEE, AN EIGHTEEN YEAR OLD STUDENT WHO HAD RECENTLY GRADUATED FROM HIGH SCHOOL, VISITED NEW YORK, AND PASSED BY THE EMPIRE STATE BUILDING, WHERE SHE MET HERMES IN HUMAN FORM. HERMES, BEING A GOD, KNEW HE COULDN'T STAY WITH THE WOMAN. BUT THAT WAS JUST ONE REASON. THE GIRL WAS REASONABLE YOUNG, AND HERMES FELT BAD. HE TRIED TO SUPPORT HER NEWBORN CHILDREN, WHO WERE ALSO HIS, BUT HE AD TO BREAK THE NEWS TO HER. AND EVERYTHING WAS JUST NOT WORKING. EVERY NIGHT KARDIN FELL MORE AND MORE IN LOVE WITH HIM. EVENTUALLY, HE BROKE FROM THE NOTE WITH ONLY A NOTE LEFT IN HIS ABSENCE.
IN SCHOOL, THE TWO GIRLS WERE VERY DIFFERENT, BOTH INHERITING SEPERATE ASPECTS OF THEIR FATHER'S PERSONALITY. BRUIN HAD A HABIT OF STEALING HER PEERS' SCHOOL SUPPLIES, AND SET RECORDS FOR HER ELEMENTARY TRACK PROGRAM AT ONLY THIRD GRADE AGE. IT WAS UNHEARD OF. HER SISTER, MEANWHILE, ENDED UP WITH THE 'CLASSMATE OF THE WEEK' POSTER, FOR NEARLY EVERY WEEK, EXHIBITING HER FATHER'S HOSPITALITY. HERMES, A FLEETING INDECISIVE MAN, HAD LEFT A MARK ON HER DAUGHTER IN MORE WAY THAN ONE, HOWEVER. BRUIN'S SISTER WAS ALSO RATHER FICKLE, COLLECTING BILLIONS OF FRIENDS AND JUMPING BETWEEN THEM. BRUE STRIVED TO BE JUST LIKE HER SISTER, WHO WAS POPULAR FROM A YOUNG AGE.
WHEN A SATYR CAME TO PICK THEM UP, BRUE BEGAN TO THINK. SHE HAD NEVER TRULY PONDERED ABOUT HER FATHER. IT WAS SOMETHING THAT JUST EISTED, THE ABSENCE OF HER FATHER. IT WASN'T A QUESTION, AND THERE DIDN'T NEED TO BE A REASON. BRUIN AND HER SISTER DIDN'T ONCE SPEAK TO THEIR MOTHER BEFORE FOLLOWING THE SATYR INTO THE UNKNOWN.========================================
ALIAS: EVIE.
HOWYOUFOUNDUS: SITE SURFIN.
OTHERCHARACTERS: NADA.
RP SAMPLE:Pais entered the cottage, almost closing the door on mother dearest. She would rather she had been in entirely different housing, but she knew that would be impossible. Thirteen year old girls weren't meant to be, under any means, alone. But she wouldn't be alone. She'd be with other girls, older than her but still very young, whom Pais wouldn't have difficulty understanding. She supposed no one was going to stay up late into the evening gossiping, unless of course, you got really rather lucky. She was sure her mother would restrain her some from making positive relationships with other people in her cabin, which consisted of two woman she had heard of, but never truly met.
The first thing Pais set up to do was construct her living space. She was going to be here for around a week. While her room at home was rididuclously organized, she didn't feel any need to recreate that here. No, she didn't have time to color code any containers based on their contents. And not to mention that there probably weren't about the be any containers available. She wanted it to feel as little like home as possible because, god damnit, this was vacation. And considering her home life with not-so-parently parents, she wanted to make it feel as far away from District Four as possible.
To set the scene for the next week, Pais chose the bed on the opposite side of Nyx. She was identified by her long, dark hair. That was truly all the girl had seen or heard of her, really. Actually, she heard something about her being widowed, but to be honest, Pais hadn't confirmed it as any more than a gossiping housewives' tale. And she wasn't about to go on anything on the sort for fact for the next few weeks. Judging hadn't been her plan. Actually, Pais found it rather easy to judge. It was something she was in the habit of. But in the essence of vacation, she was going to abandon that. Everyone here was going to start with a clean slate, except for her parents, of course.
Speaking of her parents, Paisley hoped that her mother would take the hint that she didn't want to be anywhere near her. The bed she had claimed was pushed up against the wall, and Nyx was between her and any other bed. She was grateful she had chosen something in such a completely convenient place. Pais was close to mouthing a silent thankyou when she remembered her intentions. After throwing her satchel on the solid mattress containing the few things that were not clothes, that she had been allowed to bring, she got down on her hands and knees, unzipped the suitcase she was using to carry two dresses and various shorts and tank tops, and threw nearly everythingaround. She mussed the neatly folded piles. Satisfied that she had not only set the scene for herself, but probably decently confused her roommates, she sat on her bed and folded her knees together.
She wanted to be the first to speak, but Pais couldn't even begin to form words. She wasn't good with them, to say the least. She knew nothing needed to be said, and she was only capable of that. Sentences she could spit out expertly when you needed them, with short, unsophisticated language. Everything was quiet, until Nyx spoke. She realized that she was the only roommate she had truly thought about the say the least, but she was sure Silver would be perfectly nice as well.
"Welcome to the oh-so-cozy cottage.", Nyx had said. Pais smiled softly, planning out her words. She wasn't someone who spit things out, to be honest. She didn't gain any friends through charm, to say the least.
"Definitely," she said, rolling her eyes, a small, warm smile lingering on her face. She was trying not to display the teenage-brat pieces of her, but she couldn't help but be sarcastic. As much as Pais planned to enjoy herself, this was far from cozy. The rock hard mattress beneath her bum began to prove it. Cozy cottage? More like cozy jail cell. And Pais might as well have had a life sentence.
