HENDERSON, BRIELLE NICHOLE

[emmie]

brielle nichole henderson.

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/ i want to voice this out loud

full name. brielle henderson
stage name. brielle henderson
nicknames. elle, bri
age & dob. twenty-two. october eighteenth.
gender. female
sexual orientation. herterosexual
career. actress
hometown. salem, indiana


/ it's therapeutic somehow

height. 5'5
eyes. brown
hair. brunette
build. petite
distinguishing features. scar under ther right thigh from a getting burned in a house fire.
play-by. nina dobrev


/ so i'm moving to new york

loves. audrey hepburn, comic books, acting, dancing, music, camping, the moon, swimming, hiking, shopping, children, dogs, her family, her hometowm, hollywood, her flat, boys, writing.
hates. snakes, bugs, black and white films, nightmares, being alone, the dark, creepy movies, liars, cheaters, obnoxious people, grabby people, snow, the cold, wendys.
quirks. plays with her hair, taps her foot, tugs at her clothes.
aspirations. to become a greater actress.
secrets. 'i accidentally caught my house on fire, i was six' 'i blame myself for my father leaving.'
personality evaluated.

closed off - brielle is a very closed off individual. she rarely lets anyone close enough to see the real her. sure she has her fair share of friends, but who’s to say that half of them know the real her? a lot happened in her childhood to make her feel as if she couldn’t talk to anyone. being forced to move and start over in a new school didn’t help at all. she feels as if nobody in the world can feel the way she does, like she is the only girl in the entire world who has had the weight of the world on her shoulders.

angry- every since her father left brielle has been nothing but a big ball of anger. she can’t understand why he would just up and leave her, after she tried to be the best. he has pushed and pushed her, until she couldn’t move. she tried her best to obey by his rules, his diet, his schedule. but none of it ever seemed to make him happy, and in the end he left. brielle blames herself, so really she is just angry with herself. but she can’t help but to take her anger out on others once it begins to build.

perfectionist - you can blame brielle’s father for her need to be perfect. she tries her damnedest every day to get everything just right. the clothes she makes have to be perfect, her acting has to be perfect, she has to be the best. he pushed and pushed until she couldn’t take anymore, and then without any notice just left. brielle feels as if she wasn’t good enough for him and if she can get everything just right, and be perfect, one day he might come back.

outgoing - although brielle has some issues to over come she is a genuinely outgoing person. she isn’t the type to just walk past you in the street. if you happen to look as if you need help, or your just wandering around looking bored, you can count on this girl skipping over to talk to you. she may never let you in to see the true arianna bryant but you can count on the fact that she’ll be a fantastic friend, and a great listener.

trustworthy - this girl is like fort knox, she doesn’t really talk about anyone elses business to anyone really. probably because she doesn’t really have the time for gossip. if she isn’t hanging out with friends you can probably find her in the gym working on dance moves or just working out. you can trust her with any secret, or any problem, but beware if she did have someone to talk to she wouldn’t be the best secret keeper.


/ i've got issues with my sleep

father. richard micheal henderson, 53, farmer.
mother. michelle marie henderson , 48 , store owner.
siblings. richardt micheal henderson jr , 25 , director. markus anthony henderson, 20, skater.
pets. yorkiepoo names scruffy.
other family. none
history evaluated.

richard and michelle henderson were high school sweethearts. they grew up in the same neighborhood and never dreamed they would wind up married or with a child. but soon after high school richard went off to college and michelle stayed behind, carrying a secret with her. she never wanted to inform richard of the pregnancy, she didn't want to be the one to ruin his dreams of a college degree. yet he arranged a surprise visit during christmas break to come see her, and once she answered the door the cat was out of the bag. richard proposed on the spot, unable to hide how happy he was, and right before richard jr. arrived they were married.

three years later they introduced brielle into the world, and finally finished the family with another beautiful boy. the happy family was now complete. richard and michelle came from money so it's safe to say brielle grew up privileged,and without a want in the world. her only concern was her dance. her father had her enrolled in ballet as soon as she was walking, and brielle loved it ever since. in the beginning it was fun, but as the years went by it became more serious. her father began to push her harder every year. placing her on a strict routine, and even a diet. brielle couldn't help but find ballet as more of a chore, than a hobby. she was by far the greatest dancer her father had ever seen.

the arguing began when she was ten. her mother had been having an affair, and brielle was sure they were going to be divorced. luckily her father forgave her mother, and brielle never really forgave her for almost ruining everything. although they stayed together richard always found a moment to throw it in michelle's face. if he came home shit-faced, sarah had no right to be mad. after all she was the one that had the affair, at least that's how it was in his eyes. at first brielle would just hide in her room, throw on a pair of headphone, and just blare music. but after the first couple of months she couldn't take it anymore. she began sneaking out, finding herself wandering the streets, and half the time never coming home.

at thirteen she wound up in the hospital. brielle wasn't sure what had happened. she was walking down the streets of valkyrie and next thing she knew she was being grabbed. the men who jumped her beat her, took her money, her jewelry, and luckily for her nothing more. the police called her parents immediately and they rushed to the hospital, meeting the ambulance at the emergency gate. richard blamed michelle for what had happened, and michelle blamed richard. the situation just turned into yet another argument.

he was gone before her fourteenth birthday. she had showed up to practice right after school, but richard was a no show. after waiting for over and hour brielle decided to walk home, and the nightmare started as soon as she opened the front door. michelle and her brothers were in the kitchen, her mother crying and drinking something her mother never did. brielle immediately ran up the stairs to find her father stuff gone. his clothes were missing from the closet, his office had been cleaned out, everything was just gone. brielle started off her freshman year at valkyrie high bitter, and heartbroken.

brielle just barely passed through school, her only real passion being her acting. she figured if she could become the best one day her father would come back. her only dream was to see her name i lights one day, and maybe if they shone bright enough her father would see them and come find her. brielle henderson is not a top list actress, still waiting for the dad her dad will find her. she just isn't ready to accept that fact that he probably will never come back.


/ christmas came early for me

alias. emmie
years of rp experience. five and counting
other characters. none
how did you find us. a friend
roleplay sample.

it had been six years since peyton left columbia. six whole years since she left home, left everyone she ever loved. yet now here she was dropping brayden off at his grandparents house so she could go on some impossible mission to find sam claiborne. she sighed as she pulled into the driveway, grasping the steering wheel so hard her knuckles turned white. "momma what's the matter?" the innocent voice from the back seat broke her train of thought. peyton sighed running a hand through her hair, "nothing sweetie, lets just get you inside. aren't you excited to be staying the night with grandma and grandpa?" peyton quickly unbuckled her seat belt, reaching into the floorboards of the front seat for brayden's spiderman backpack. "you remembered to pack everything right? tooth brush and all?" she teased him.

peyton turned staring into the back seat, the reflection of sam staring back at her almost breaking her heart in two. "momma you'll be back to pick me up in the morning right? i mean i love grandpa and grandma, but i've never stayed somewhere a whole night..." peyton sighed. her baby boy sounded so scared at the thought of spending an entire nigh somewhere without her. "i'll tell you what. once mommy finishes up i'll come back and sleep over with you. how's that sound?" she told him opening the drives side door. peyton got out quickly closing the door quietly behind her. playfully she knocked on the door where brayden sat. at the age of six he could do almost everything by himself. peyton sighed the thought of how independent brayden had become almost brought tears to her eyes. she wiped them away quickly, placing a smile on her face as her baby boy climbed out of the car.

fifteen minutes later and she was back in the car driving out to some car shop in the middle of nowhere. peyton couldn't even be sure that sam was really there. for all she knew this was just some sick joke, after all leaving without any notice could leave you with more than a few enemies. the car shop was a little over thirty minutes from her parents driveway. she held her breathe as the tiny shop came into view. she could see a light from the garage, and knowing sam it had to be him. she pulled up the garage without a second thought, her heart racing. you can't turn back now. she thought to herself before shutting off the car. peyton pulled herself out of the car slowly, shutting the door quietly behind her.

it didn't take long before sam was standing in front of her. her heart shattered as he mistook her for some random bimbo named becky. "get out of here peyton." her voice caught in her throat, as she stared at her feet. it had been six years since she'd last seen sam, and just as she suspected all those old feeling came rushing back. peyton watched as he quickly turned his back to her heading back towards the garage. she chased him unsure of what else to do. peyton barely made it into the garage before he shut the door. "no, don't fucking follow me. go home. i have nothing to say to you. nor do i want to hear anything you have to say. i'm closing up, go out the front way." peyton stared at her feet, the anger in his voice sending a knife straight through her heart.

peyton picked at her cuticle trying to catch her breathe, "sam i don't need you to say anything..." she spoke her voice barely above a whisper, "i just need you to listen. i'm sorry, i never meant to hurt you really i didn't. but my parents mad me leave, we had a problem. and to them you weren't ready to handle it. i didn't talk to them for weeks, but soon enough i started to believe them. they said you never even tried to look for me, they said you never once called the house. they told me you didn't even stop by looking for me. so i thought it was true, everything they ever said about you. and after what happened we would have never been able to go back to normal anyway. you were done with me after the night we slept together." everything came rushing out, tears began falling down her face. she couldn't stop herself from telling him every single detail of what happened, and honestly she didn't want to. he deserved to hear what happened, hear the truth. peyton had every right to be angry, he didn't want her anyway. and she needed this closure.

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