Post by River on Nov 14, 2009 18:05:19 GMT -4
Name: Abbi Shiloh
Nickname: Briar (nobody knows that her given name is actually Abbi)
Gender: female
Age: 16
Year: 3rd
Sexual Orientation: bisexual
Relationship Status: single
Religious Beliefs: atheist
Appearance/Wardrobe: 5' 7", weighs only 96lbs, long legs, bright green eyes, thick, wavy, dark auburn hair that hangs to her waist (usually tied back in a French braid), generally wears jeans and a t-shirt and skate shoes
Personality: reserved and quiet, bordering on shy, very untrusting, secretive, jaded, but not mean
History: When she was 8, Briar was diagnosed with epilepsy. She had the potential to be an olymic gymnast, but she couldn't because of her epilepsy. Her father did not understand the disease and was ashamed of her. He deserted her and her brother when she was only 10, because she had a seizure in public. Her mother was never a very good parent, and let Briar know that she blamed her for her husband's desertion. Her mother killed herself when Briar was 13, and it, combined with her father's desertion, jaded her to the point that she no longer trusts anyone. Her older brother cares for her now, and he worries about her because she rarely talks to anyone.
Strengths/Talents/Skills: sings like an angel, skateboards, draws very well, very dependable and responsible, very good at gymnastics
Weaknesses: never trusts anyone, very bad at math, bottles up her emotions, blames herself for her father leaving and her mother killing herself
Other: has epilepsy, refuses to ever wear a bikini because she has a scar that runs diagonally from her belly button to her side (almost as far as her bra)
RP example: Briar raced along the beach, letting her hair fly in the wind. She would brush it and braid it later, but for right now she was happy letting it flow out behind her like an auburn cascade, glowing in the early morning light. Her jeans were rolled up to her knees, and her bare feet zig-zagged in and out of the warm water. She reached the Academy once again, and slowed to a reluctant stop, her cheeks rosy from the salt air. With a resigned sigh, she ran her fingers through her hair, and trudged up the beach toward the bridge that crossed the dunes. Shaking the sand off her feet, she entered the dorm building and went up to her room to get ready for the school day.
Nickname: Briar (nobody knows that her given name is actually Abbi)
Gender: female
Age: 16
Year: 3rd
Sexual Orientation: bisexual
Relationship Status: single
Religious Beliefs: atheist
Appearance/Wardrobe: 5' 7", weighs only 96lbs, long legs, bright green eyes, thick, wavy, dark auburn hair that hangs to her waist (usually tied back in a French braid), generally wears jeans and a t-shirt and skate shoes
Personality: reserved and quiet, bordering on shy, very untrusting, secretive, jaded, but not mean
History: When she was 8, Briar was diagnosed with epilepsy. She had the potential to be an olymic gymnast, but she couldn't because of her epilepsy. Her father did not understand the disease and was ashamed of her. He deserted her and her brother when she was only 10, because she had a seizure in public. Her mother was never a very good parent, and let Briar know that she blamed her for her husband's desertion. Her mother killed herself when Briar was 13, and it, combined with her father's desertion, jaded her to the point that she no longer trusts anyone. Her older brother cares for her now, and he worries about her because she rarely talks to anyone.
Strengths/Talents/Skills: sings like an angel, skateboards, draws very well, very dependable and responsible, very good at gymnastics
Weaknesses: never trusts anyone, very bad at math, bottles up her emotions, blames herself for her father leaving and her mother killing herself
Other: has epilepsy, refuses to ever wear a bikini because she has a scar that runs diagonally from her belly button to her side (almost as far as her bra)
RP example: Briar raced along the beach, letting her hair fly in the wind. She would brush it and braid it later, but for right now she was happy letting it flow out behind her like an auburn cascade, glowing in the early morning light. Her jeans were rolled up to her knees, and her bare feet zig-zagged in and out of the warm water. She reached the Academy once again, and slowed to a reluctant stop, her cheeks rosy from the salt air. With a resigned sigh, she ran her fingers through her hair, and trudged up the beach toward the bridge that crossed the dunes. Shaking the sand off her feet, she entered the dorm building and went up to her room to get ready for the school day.
