Post by BRIELLE JOCELYN LUESBY on Nov 2, 2010 17:57:01 GMT -5
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brielle jocelyn luesby
character basics
THEY WILL SEE US WAVING FROM SUCH GREAT HEIGHTS, COME DOWN NOW, THEY'LL SAY.
THEY WILL SEE US WAVING FROM SUCH GREAT HEIGHTS, COME DOWN NOW, THEY'LL SAY.
FULL NAME , Brielle Jocelyn Luseby
NICKNAMES , Bri, Elle, Ellie.
AGE , twenty-one
BIRTHDAY , June 14th
SEXUALITY , Straight.
GRADE , N/A
OCCUPATION , Model
MEMBER GROUP , Townie
hello, my name is STEPHIE. i am SEVENTEEN years young and i consider myself a(n) INTERMEDIATE roleplayer. i found this site through THAT CHICK NAMED RAVIE-POOPOO. so, here's an example of my average post:
‘The music from my iPod buzzed in my ears, letting me escape from my current torture. I flinched as the needle pierced my skin.
“Ow!” I said, glaring at the nurse. At that moment, she was my worst enemy.
“Sorry, sweetie,” she apologized. She taped the IV to my lower arm then checked the bag of fluids that were draining into my body. “I’ll be back in fifteen minutes,” she said before exiting the room.
I paused my iPod a
nd placed it on the table next to me. Just what every 16-year-old wants to be doing on a Friday night—receiving chemotherapy. But that’s what I have been doing for the past year, thanks to a little thing called lung cancer. While all the girls in my neighborhood were out shopping and being pampered at nail salons, I was here; being injected with deadly chemicals that could kill an infant in a matter of days. Oh the joys of being young!
My head fell back on the pathetic excuse for a pillow and my eyes began to droop. The sounds of the busy hospital around me filled my ears. Wheelchairs, pushed by hardworking nurses rolled up and down the hall. Doctors bragging about the cured patient they had just treated. One sound sent a chill down my spine – the drip drip drip of the liquids next to me. The noise was so steady, so even, it reminded me of a clock ticking. A clock counting down how many days I have left on this stupid earth. But that didn’t faze me. I wanted to get out of this living hell. After my friends, hair and good looks left me, I honestly didn’t care anymore. But I couldn’t leave my Dad; the one who slept by my bedside when I was at my worst. He cried his eyes out apologizing for the position I was in, thought it wasn’t his fault at all. Only my selfish god-damned mother, who was more afraid to go through smoking withdrawal than to watch her own daughter die. She left our family anyway when the bad news came around. So much for always being there for me…’
( a chunk of a story I wrote )
“Ow!” I said, glaring at the nurse. At that moment, she was my worst enemy.
“Sorry, sweetie,” she apologized. She taped the IV to my lower arm then checked the bag of fluids that were draining into my body. “I’ll be back in fifteen minutes,” she said before exiting the room.
I paused my iPod a
nd placed it on the table next to me. Just what every 16-year-old wants to be doing on a Friday night—receiving chemotherapy. But that’s what I have been doing for the past year, thanks to a little thing called lung cancer. While all the girls in my neighborhood were out shopping and being pampered at nail salons, I was here; being injected with deadly chemicals that could kill an infant in a matter of days. Oh the joys of being young!
My head fell back on the pathetic excuse for a pillow and my eyes began to droop. The sounds of the busy hospital around me filled my ears. Wheelchairs, pushed by hardworking nurses rolled up and down the hall. Doctors bragging about the cured patient they had just treated. One sound sent a chill down my spine – the drip drip drip of the liquids next to me. The noise was so steady, so even, it reminded me of a clock ticking. A clock counting down how many days I have left on this stupid earth. But that didn’t faze me. I wanted to get out of this living hell. After my friends, hair and good looks left me, I honestly didn’t care anymore. But I couldn’t leave my Dad; the one who slept by my bedside when I was at my worst. He cried his eyes out apologizing for the position I was in, thought it wasn’t his fault at all. Only my selfish god-damned mother, who was more afraid to go through smoking withdrawal than to watch her own daughter die. She left our family anyway when the bad news came around. So much for always being there for me…’
( a chunk of a story I wrote )
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character details
BUT EVERYTHING LOOKS PERFECT FROM FAR AWAY, COME DOWN NOW BUT WE'LL STAY.
BUT EVERYTHING LOOKS PERFECT FROM FAR AWAY, COME DOWN NOW BUT WE'LL STAY.
HEIGHT , 5’8’’
EYE COLOR , Brown
HAIR COLOR , Dirty-blonde
PLAY-BY , Emma Watson
LIKES , her job, magazines, pop corn, bubble baths, old movies, flavored chap stick, diet cherry coke, people who make her laugh, ripped jeans, warm weather, stuffed animals, photo booths, banana bread.
DISLIKES , the snow, turtle-necks, reptiles, yogurt, feeling useless, plaid, her mother.
FEARS , being homeless, being fired from her job, being cheated on.
DREAMS , to be successful & have a family of her own.
SECRETS , when Brielle began modeling she became bulimic for a few months. She was pressured to lose weight by her mother. When dieting and exercising didn’t work
HABITS/QUIRKS , snorting when she laughs.
OVERALL PERSONALITY , Brielle is pretty down to earth. She’s not over the top bubbly but pretty easy to get along with due to her range of interests. She’s very dependable and perfect to confide in. Her apartment is always open for someone who need s place to stay for the night. She loves to have a good time, especially sitting around drinking a few. She barely argues with anyone with exceptions to her mom or people who piss her or her friends off.
MOTHER , Jocelyn Anna Luesby, 49
FATHER , George Michael Luesby , 53
SIBLINGS ,
PETS , a goldfish name Pinky.
OTHER IMPORTANT FIGURES,
HOMETOWN , Tampa, Florida
OVERALL ,
Brielle was born in Tampa, Florida into the parents of Jocelyn and George Luesby. Her Mother and Father were born and raised England but moved to the USA when they learned they were having a child. Her parents split when she was four after her father threw her mother down the stairs during an argument. Her Mother earned full custody and moved back to England. Brielle hasn’t spoken to her Father since her parent’s divorce. In school she was often treated as an outcast.
When Brielle turned fourteen she began modeling. Her Mother thought it’d be an easy way to gain friends and money. About after a year of modeling her Mother began putting her on extreme diets and exercise schedules, encouraging her to lose weight. Because Brielle only wanted her Mother to accept her and she struggled to lose weight she became bulimic. Her Mother ignored it at first when she realized it was the only thing working. It went on for about seven months until Brielle began getting sick. So Brielle stopped herself. In Brielle’s modeling career she met her current Best Friend, Arella Trebel.
At seventeen Brielle finally realized that her Mother had been neglecting her for most of her life. She waited until her eighteenth birthday until moving out.
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