STARR, BROOKLYN ALEXIS
Apr 10, 2010 13:16:16 GMT -5
Post by ashlee on Apr 10, 2010 13:16:16 GMT -5
brooklyn alexis starr.
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/ i want to voice this out loud
full name. brooklyn alexis starr
stage name. brooklyn starr
nicknames. brooke, lexie
age & dob. twenty-one july seventh
gender. female
sexual orientation. straight
career. film actor
hometown. brooklyn, nyc, ny
/ it's therapeutic somehow
height. 5'9
eyes. brown
hair. brown/black/blond
build. slender
distinguishing features.
play-by. rihanna
/ so i'm moving to new york
loves. acting, dogs, ice cream, her friends, the sun, reading, music, the beach, fame, boys
hates. liars, backstabbers, the rain, the wannabees, sad people, spiders, bugs, cats, waiting
quirks. cracks knuckles when she tries to focus on something, bites her nails when she's nervous, walks back and forth when waiting for something/someone, when she enters in a room she puts her right foot first, always says a little prayer before heading somewhere
aspirations. become famous world-wide, star in as many movies as possible, to start a music career
secrets. her father left the family when she was 4, he used to abuse her, her siblings and her mother, she was an alcoholic but recovered, she had an abusive boyfriend
personality evaltuated.
openness
Brooklyn is open to anything that is new, crazy and unusual. She loves art, adventure and being the center of attention. She is always up for anything new and for fun especially. Brooklyn is the girl that always has a plan and with whom you'll never get bored.
highly sensitive
Brooklyn absolutely adores her mother and siblings. Ever since her dad left the family, she, as the oldest of the kids felt a huge responsibility of taking care of everything and everyone. Having a modest childhood she promised herself she'll do anything to have money and to assure her family everything they need and so she did. She is capable of anything for her family and is the thing she most loves on this world. Also, she has different tattoos that have a special meaning about her family.
confident
Brooklyn knows she is beautiful and talented and nothing can bring her down. Her crazy style and attitude has been debated and is known as controversial but she couldn't care less. She is what she is and people love her for this so nothing the magazines say can put her down. Her confidence can be easily seen in everything she does.
snob
Brooklyn is a bit of a snob, as she'll only buy expensive things. This can be considered as an issue from her childhood when she couldn't have what she always wanted so now she compensates.
vain
Brooklyn is very well known as vain. She has a great opinion about herself and no one can ever change it. She like to surround herself with famous people. Of course, this implies rich people. She is always following that one opportunity to make it big. That's why she doesn't have many close friends. Other than her family, you can easily say she only has acquaintances.
conceited
Brooklyn has her qualities, but boy does she have flaws. She is probably one of the most conceited persons you will ever meet. Not only she will treat people with indifference and in an arrogant way, but she is not afraid to speak about the qualities she has in public.
/ i've got issues with my sleep
father. carter sebastian starr , 48 , manager.
mother. annabelle jean porter , 46 , teacher.
siblings. carter nicholas starr , 19 , student/actor
parker sebastian starr, 17, student.
pets. a maltese named star
other family.
history evaluated.
On July seventh nineteen eighty-nine, the long expected baby of Carter and Annabelle Starr came. The little baby was named Brooklyn Alexis Starr. Brooklyn for their hometown and Alexis because it was the only name both mother and father liked. Carter, a manager, was supporting the family financially and made sure his little princess had everything she wanted. Growing up, she lived very happy and discovered passions for music, acting and dancing. Little after her birth, two boys came along: Carter Nicholas and Parker Sebastian, both inheriting one name from their father. Soon after Parker's birth, their father started an affair and that led to her parents break up. Leaving the family, Carter left the kids too and took the financial support. Like this, their lives went from hard to even harder. Used with a wealthy life by then, Brooklyn saw herself surrounded in poverty and with two younger siblings to take care of while her mother was off to work. This made little Brooklyn promise herself she'll work hard to become rich and support her family.
Nothing stopped little Brooklyn to follow her dream. Like this, she got into acting classes and by the age of 15 she got her first audition. Of course, there were disappointments along the way but those haven't stopped her. She followed her dream and at 18 she was already quite famous. This led to losing her head a bit and starting drinking. Luckily, her mother woke her from the path she had chosen and she recovered. At 19 she met her first famous boyfriend and they seemed to have the perfect relationship. They were Hollywood's sweethearts. But he shocked everyone when, one night, police found him and Brooklyn in his car. Nothing shocking here, but Brooklyn had bruises all over her face. Her boyfriend abused her and this made her stop trusting boys from then on and also led to some negative traits of her personality.
At the age of 20, by a complete coincidence, met her father. Apparently, he was the manager of one of her friends. Of course, he knew that Brooklyn was her daughter but never bothered to try to get in touch with her. Nothing was as hurtful as to see her father right in front of her. When she was 3, he was his hero and seeing him would bring a huge grin on her face. But, after 17 years all she could do was to ask him "Why?" and leave. Now, all she could wish for is to star in as many movies and have as much fun as she can have. Of course, reconnecting with her father again and to talk open about the reasons that led him to leave them would be a thing that she wants to do ever since she saw him last year. About boys, Brooklyn doesn't really think she'll ever find true love. But you can never know, can you?
/ christmas came early for me
alias. ashlee
years of rp experience. 3
other characters.
how did you find us. from p l a s t i c
roleplay sample.The atmosphere of the black iris was calming and dark, which made the Tiger in her human form feel relaxed; yet on edge as the darkness seemed eerie and almost seemed to crawl up the sleeve of her jumpsuit to make the hair on her arms stand up. Her nature was that of an animal of course; Taylor Acacia Reyes was a shape shifter. It was something that even with the shape shifters being sawn as lower class, she held it proudly with her head raised high and her tail swishing behind her – snapping at any one who tried to get close enough in a fight. No one ever did, she was the best at what she did of course – that was why the Drache family had loaned her out to circle day break. Ah, now how the happenings of that had happened was a long and tiring story – and at that agony of a moment she didn’t think twice about reminiscing on the past. Currently Taylor was sat in the back of the club, iced tea on the table, hand clutched to arm and a box of tissues on the table and scattered around her. A heavy scent of blood was coming from her arm and the tissues that mostly were stained read – her face was as stern and emotionless as she threw another tissue onto the pile and placed another one at the wound that seemed to be flowing blood. Letting out a deep sigh – the shape shifter pushed back long black hair from her face and jabbed gently at the wound; not even wincing when it caused her a stabbing pain that felt as if it was bleeding. As if it was the most casual thing to do in the world, she took a sip of the ice tea and continued to dab at the wound – looking around the bar club with curious eyed and pretending her arm wasn’t even bleeding.
Taylor had always been a strong trooper, always the one to be in fights and always the one to come out winning without a scratch on her. This time of course she had been scratched – her opponent, a very skilled vampire trying to get past her guard to attack one of the circle day breaks had had the advantage of silver – a knife entirely made of the stuff. Of course the vamp hadn’t got anywhere near the damned day breaker, Taylor had jumped in as her animal form and ripped the vampire apart before he could come even close. Of course he had sliced her with the knife, but she had staked him before he could really do some more damage. Blood had been everywhere, and half of the blood on the tissues wasn’t even hers. She had wiped herself from head to toe to get the vamp stink off of her – but still it seemed to cling to her like a second skin. It smelt vile to her extra sensitive sense of smell – and hence the extra scrubbing on tissues. Of course some of the blood was her unfortunately hers – and that was the reason a large shape shifter who worked at the club was coming over to her with a bottle of vodka, some swabs, some wire a needle and of course – more tissues. Taylor nodded with no emotion, taking the things from the man with her hand that had the ring on with the black Lilly. The sign of the shape shifters. Taylor had been given that ring when she was little, the first day the Drache family had taken her in from finding her bruised and battered on the street with no memory of her past life before the age of ten. Yes, it was a very touching story to others but she merely shrugged it off now – obviously there was a good reason she didn’t remember her past so she left it at that. Of course the doctors had blamed it on her blows to the head, but she knew it was something in the back of her mind willing her to forget it all. She went on with life as if she didn’t have that big scar on her back or the ones on her legs – she went on with life like she hadn’t lost everything to her at the age of ten and had been taken in by the Drache’s when she had been dumped practically on their doorstep.
The shape shifter didn’t say a word but walked away to stand back behind the bar; but Taylor knew he was watching her out of the corner of his eye. She worked for circle daybreak but not by her own will, it was a debt to the Drache’s and so she classed herself as a true night world person still. She would fight to keep herself alive, no one else. She had made that clear to everyone. Pulling down the sleeve of her jumpsuit that seemed practically shredded already – she pulled it down to her waist to reveal a half keep white vest top. It was covered in blood of course, but it was in better shape than the jumpsuit. Not even hesitating she put the alcohol onto the cotton wool and placed it to her arm – as the pain started to spread on her arm she took a big swag of the pure vodka and winced. Once doing that she grabbed the needle and wire and began to stitch the wound back up as if it was something she did every day. People in the club were watching her of course but she didn’t even look at them twice – she just carried on doing her own business and stitching her wound. With her being a shape shifter she did heal quickly, but still it needed pointing in the right direction to start the healing procedure. So sticking it up would allow it to heal right – inside of her having a messed up arm or a horrible ugly mark. Once doing so she put some more of the alcohol on her arm to clean up the wound, too another swag and began to dab at it again. A little blond haired Witch had been watching her with horror struck eyes – on reaction Taylor bared her teeth and hissed quietly – the witch swivelled around and put her head down. Taylor sat back with a smirk.
Taylor liked the fact that she scared most people, it was the reason as to why she was left alone most of the time. She liked her quiet and liked her privacy, so she liked to basically be alone. She was indeed a tough cookie, and didn’t like to be messed with. Slapping a large plaster onto her wound for the finishing touch, she put her jumpsuit arms back on and sat back with a heavy sigh. Taking a swag of the vodka as her ice tea was gone, she raised the glass to the bar tender and he nodded, going off to get her another. She really did like ice tea, and in the eerie darkness of the black iris it wasn’t that bad. The door opened with a loud creek and light flooded in, Taylor didn’t take any notice of who walked in. As the shape shifter got back with her ice tea, he took back what she had borrowed and she thanked him with another silent nod. She wasn’t much of a talk either. Raising the ice team back to her lips, she smirked – this was the casual life of the night world.
