Smith, Brooklyn Amber

[Brooklyn Amber Smith]

BROOKLYN AMBER SMITH !
If you see me coming
Down the street then
You know it's time to
Go and you know it's time to go cause here comes trouble

THE DAY WE MET WAS LIKE A HIT AND RUN
and i still taste it on my tongue

[/b][/color] Brooklyn Amber Smith
nickname(s): Brook
birthday: September 21st
age: Eighteen
sexuality: Straight
powers: Psychic, Healing
grade: Senior
major: Animal Studies
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THE SKY WAS BURNING UP LIKE FIREWORKS
you made me want you oh so bad it hurts

[/b][/color] 5'3"
body type: lean, petite
hair and eyes: Her eyes are a deep, choclate brown with pale green sparks in them. Semi-long dark brown hair.
clothing style: She wears a lot of black spandex dress, checkered skirts and black tank tops or tight fitting band t-shirts. Sometimes skinny jeans. She is always seen wearing her hoodie that is full of zipper pockets and she doesn't care what anyone else has to say, she loves that jacket and will wear it when she wants and where she wants. She wears a black choker and a silver chain that has a diomand heart at the end which is tucked into her shirt where it is less likely to be seen by other people. She also wears many bracelets and when she walks the sound of the metal ones can be heard chiming together as they hit one another.
overall appearance: You can only imagine how pretty she is with the dark brown hair that falls down her back while those eyes of chocolate are always watching the activites that are constantly going on around her. Every sweatshirt she owns has an ipod pocket in it, just so that she can hide it away from her teachers. Yup, she's a sneaky one. Her skin is pale as porcline, but something in her eyes makes you treat her like she might just be able to bite your head off. More than likely she could too. Her clothes make her seem kind of like a punk rocker, but that is not her style in the least, really she just goes with the flow and wears anything she wants to. If she really dared it she would wonder around naked for everyone to see, but to others that is unethical and she could get in more trouble than she really wants to get into.[/font][/size][/ul]

I USED TO BE LOVE DRUNK
but now i'm hungover

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- The Rain
- Listening to Music
- Talking with other Chosen
- Knowing when things are going on
- Singing
- Parties
- Having mild attention
- Boys
- Animals
- Show jumping

dislikes:
- Her visions
- Anyone not a Chosen
- Fake people
- Constant attention
- Being alone
- Falling in love
- Being cornered
- Drunk people
- Abusive guys
- Asshole who think they know everything

habits:
- Always checking her make up
- Constantly glares at humans
- Fiddles with her bangs
- Takes two showers a day
- Doodles in her notebook

secrets:
- Was arrested for stealing a car
- Used her powers to get away

personality: Does bad ass mean anything to you? To put it lightly, Brook is NOT the kind of girl you want to mess with. But if you make it into her good graces, you’re in for one hell of a time. Party girl would also turn up in a description of this young vixen. Spontaneous, fun-loving and great in bed are also a few of her many traits. Sexy and fun are also two words that discribe her. She loves to party and play. Many in her "group" are surprised she hasn't gotten herself pregant. Another shocking thing is that she's sometimes a dreamer. A dreamer with a player's attuide? Not a good mix. She plays around far to much because of that. She was truly born to be wild.

Even so, there is something she wishes she could have, though she would never tell somebody that. Brook is too bitchy to allow anyone to get to know her. Maybe she fears the closeness of a friend. The closeness of anyone really. Brook has the hardest time ever getting along with other females, but she tries and that's all you can ask of her right? Well, maybe not, but it's the best that she can managed after living through her own life, why should she try to start another one?[/font][/size][/ul]

YOU DROVE ME CRAZY EVERY TIME WE TOUCHED
now i'm so broken that i can't get up

[/b][/color] Anna/38/Deceased
father: David/41/Unemployed
siblings: Mia/Four/Sister
other family: Ruby/Aunt/Deceased
history: A mother dead and a drunkard father, I’m sure you can guess what kind of history this girl must have. Singing and playing guitar from local venue to local venue, she encountered many other starving (quite literally) artists. A social history? I’ll leave it open for interpretation. Not much is known about this attractive little artist, as she tells nothing to anyone. Brook has lived with her drunkard father most of her life, but now that she is older she runs around on her own. She's an only child for most of her life, but Brook trusted her Aunt more than she does anyother father, but now that her Aunt has been killed, Brook is left alone with no one to call a friend. If you've ever heard the song Here I Stand by Madina Lake you would see that just the first line fits her.

Even so, there isn't much she likes to talk about when it comes to the past. She would be happy to tell you about the future, seeing as that is her favored power. Her illusions don't work very well yet. Rather than telling you about her past, she would more than likely tell you all about your future. She loves to give you the bad stuff mostly, but when she feels nice she'll give you the good as well. She's just a bit on the touchy side. Be her friend and you may never have to find out when you're going to die or how you're going to die. Those are her secret little pleasures. Seeing as her past is the worst time for her. Like the murder of her Aunt. Ruby was the only one who ever really listened to her when she needed it.

You see, the way she died was terrible. Neither of her partents had been chosen and was her sister, yet her Aunt had been just like her and her father hated that she was so special and that his eldest daughter was playing games with her crazy Aunt. So, deep in the night Brook's father broke into the house and killed Ruby while they were sleeping. Brook awoke crying that night having seen what had happened within her mind just seconds before it did. She'd raced from the room only to find her Aunt dead. She didn't know what to do and only managed to get her because of her talents. She's glad she got away.[/font][/size][/ul]

I'M CHECKING INTO REHAB
cause everything that we had didn't mean a thing to you

[/b][/color] Elise
role-playing experience: 9 to 10
age: Sixteen nearly seventeen
secret phrase: Flawed
anything else: Nope
RP sample: I was walking down the hall as if I owned it, shoving people out of my way with a tap of my shoulder. My nose in the air as if I smelled something bad. This was how I always was and always would be. I had a probelm with the would and I would never allow them to keep me down. I was a Queen in my own right and that's how I acted. It was my right and no one was gunna tear me down. I pulled lightly on the hem of my skirt, fixing it into a more right position. I didn't need the world knowing what color my under wear was. Well, I didn't really mind that the rim of my bra was showing at the moment. I had no reason to fix that until someone told me that it was needed. They could all think I was easy to get into bed, but I had a certain taste in men.

My eyes darted this way and that, dark eyeliner giving them a cat's eye shape. That's what I was. A cat-eyed queenie. A smile turned up the corner of my lips as I made my way to the stables. Yeah, I'd have to change into proper riding pants when I got there, but for the moment I could walk around like this all I wanted to. It was my right and there was no stopping this high wired bitch. I tossed my hair over my shoulder, shoving my bangs behind my ear, moving them away from my eyes, just as I walked outside. Once out there, I found that rain was pouring down, making the ground several shades darker than it normally ways. I groaned. No matter how much I loved the rain, I didn't want to end up soaked to the bone. I sighed softly and made my way into the densly falling rain. I was soaked to the bone in minutes.

I reached the stables and rushed in, shaking my head which in turn sent my hair into a wild dance of its own. I ran my fingers through my hair, trying to place it back into some kind of order even as I wondered toward the changing room, pulling my jeans and riding boots from my backpack. I walked in and groaned. My hair was not working out. So, as soon as my clothes were changed I pulled my hair into a messy ponytail. Some of the other girls gave me and odd look, but did I really care? No. I wasn't here to impress anyone, I was just here to learn.[/font][/size][/ul]

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[Valerie Lynn Monroe]

ACCEPTED! I liketh her! Good friend for Val, her opposite but similar. Go forth and maketh claims.