BROWKAW, angela denise

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angela denise browkaw .

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full name. angela denise demichelli-diaz
stage name. angela browkaw
nicknames. angie, ang, ella
age & dob. twenty-two, june first, nineteen eighty-eight
gender. female
sexual orientation. bisexual
career. tv/film actor
hometown. boston, massachusetts


/ it's therapeutic somehow

height. five feet, one inch
eyes. brown
hair. black
build. slender
distinguishing features. unique facial structure
play-by. Vanessa Hudgens


/ so i'm moving to new york

loves. girls nights out, acting, boys, video games, sports, food, reading

hates. sleep, being caught, losing the game, being cheated on, rumors, heights

quirks. Draws random doodles on any piece of paper in front of him or her and always carries a pen or pencil to facilitate this habit. Always has change in his or her pocket to give to beggars or homeless. Writes with left hand, but does everything else right-handed. She puts her seatbelt on, even if she’s only moving the car to another spot in the same parking lot.

aspirations. start a charity for homeless people, write an autobiography on herself, become an a-lister, become a singer/songwriter, find a guy good enough, learn Japanese and French, start a family

secrets. Growing up with two particularly troublesome parents, angela’s mother had spent time in prison for drug dealing but her father had bailed her out and it was kept on the down low. Angela had been in an abusive relationship before. She is afraid of heights because that same guy almost pushed her off of a cliff when she tried to break it off.

personality evaluated.

o p t i m i s t i c »

[/u] since day one, this girl has figured out the key to staying positive about almost everything. She tries her best to think of the best case scenario and stick with it until the very end. She tries to remind herself life can have its bumps, but it always gets better in the end. She strongly believes the world isn’t against her and she tries her very hardest not to let herself fall into a small depression because things didn’t go her way. If something went wrong, or something from her past came up again, she has learned the past was the past and she can mold the future to be any way she wants it to be with a little hard work. She never thinks of her life as the result of bad choices. She thinks bad times are just a small obstacle that she needs to get over. When the going gets tough, she sets new goals and strives to meet them. If not, she tries again and again. It may seem cheesy, but she has the world’s biggest book of positive affirmations. She repeats them to herself when she’s feeling down and it tends to help. She’s a strong believer in the shortness of life and she believes you should live it to its fullest. She happens to think overly optimistic people are quite annoying so she avoids over-doing it. She still believes in feeling down from time to time, but she’s an excellent source to turn to if you need a little pick me up or pep talk to make you realize the world isn’t against you.

d e d i c a t e d »[/u] she tends to take a real interest and hold in what she does. When she enters something, she dedicates herself to it. She often links the word obsessed and dedicated together because obsession is just an over-exaggeration to being dedicated, right? If she was to be obsessed with acting, she’d be very in love and dedicated to supporting the cause of acting. She had been dedicated to her school work all throughout grade school, junior high, and high school. She was punctual, alert and involved. She’s dedicated to supporting her favorite athletic teams. She’d never pass up the chance to go and watch one game live. She’s dedicated to her favorite television shows. She would never dream of missing a new premiere of an episode. She’s dedicated to her friends. She’d never dream of letting them down. Essentially, she’s dedicated to acting. It’s her true passion and she’d never give it up. She loves stepping into the shoes of someone else and customizing the part. When she commits to something, whether it be to a boy, a friend, a job, a goal or even school, she is in for the long haul. Never would she drop out only to make it more complicated for those taking part in it for her. She hates when people do that to her, so she’d never dream of doing it to them.

s a r c a s t i c »[/u] Yes, she tends to be quite the sarcastic female. She tends to use it sparingly, but when an opportunity arises, she does not hesitate to use it. Sometimes she can lose herself in a moment. A smart, witty comment is surely to follow a mischievous smirk. She tends to tease people with sarcasm because it’s so easy to do. She’s not the most observant fellow, but when she does pay attention, she realizes people set themselves up. She tends to utilize exaggeration out of the many other forms of sarcasm. It’s one of her best traits, although it has gotten her in trouble. Multiple times her parents have punished her for a too-smart comment that they did not appreciate. She had plenty of visits to the principal because something she didn’t mean to say slipped. Her sarcasm gives her a sense of humor, though. She tries not to wear down her sarcastic nature, though. She tries not to terribly hurt someone’s feelings unless she has a large distaste for them. You’ll probably know if she’s kidding anyways. She usually mentions it, winks, laughs or grins to show her playful nature. It’s all about timing, target and tact. She knows her limits half the time, and she avoids comments that can be turned against her. Unfortunately, like many others, she sets herself up to be targeted. “You have to be able to take it if you can dish it out,” she once told a reporter on her way to lunch.

d o w n t o e a r t h »[/u] The first thing you need to know about her is she’s very true to herself. Yes, her friends can slightly change her interests with suggests or their own likes, she has her own individual set of interests herself. She doesn’t lose herself in the coolest trends and she doesn’t try to change herself to be like everyone else. She tries to be honest with people, but sometimes she lies to protect them. As she tries to be true to herself, she also learns it’s good to be humble. Yes, confidence is a good thing but the last thing she wants to do is be so obnoxious that people have to be two-faced around her. She cares about people and is sensitive to the feelings of others. When she first got into acting, she thought prestige and fame were the only aspects of it. Yes, it was nice at first, but now she knows it’s insignificant if you don’t have trusting, stable relationships to support you on the way. She tries to be conservative but she tends to forget about it and have to start her goals all over. Whatever the matter, you can count on Angela to be true to herself and only herself.

c o m p e t i t i v e »[/u] one of her notorious traits is her ability to be competitive. Since she can remember, she’s been a very competitive chick. She competes in everything. She tends to compete over foolish things too, but it tends to help get her things she wants. Angela first faced her competitive side in a YMCA soccer game when she was playing forward and a ball hog was on the other team. She knew her chances at winning were slim, but she needed this win. She wants to get a lot of things in life and there is no such thing as she can’t. She gets most obnoxious on her gaming systems and she can keep a grudge if you destroyed her in a game. She puts her all into every game, every audition, and every switch on of the Xbox 360; she’ll be all into it. She wants it wants it and wants it more. She listens to rock or pop music to get pumped up. Sometimes her determination can get a little too obnoxious. She hates it, but she’s lost a couple close friends because of a grudge or competition that got taken too far.

s t u b b o r n »[/u] Angela would never do anything she doesn’t want to do. She sticks to what she wants no matter what, which makes her very non-negotiable unless something is in it for her. She thinks her way is right and she tries not to let her guard down. If she gets her way, she makes it convincing it was the right thing to do. Her stubborn attitude is known to push people away and she realizes it when it’s too late. She sets up goals and sticks with them. No one can deter her from them. Once she has her mind set, good luck trying to change it. She won’t ever give into the other idea because she’s convinced she’s right almost all the time. She tends to always fight for what she believes in. She doesn’t care if it’s a controversial topic. She has her opinions, they have theirs. There’s nothing anyone can do to change what she believes in. With her stubborn personality, she won’t even tolerate people telling her what to do. She does what she wants when she wants to do it. If you ask her a favor, she may reply with a maybe later or something along those lines. The only one she might listen to is her Director because she loves her job too much not to. Other than that, good luck trying to get her to do anything.

s o c i a l b u t t e r f l y »[/u] Angie doesn’t like the whole clique thing. She loves to hang out with all different kinds of people. She loves to jump around the social pyramid. She doesn’t really deeply connect with any specific group, either. Yes, she has her best friends, but all of them are so different. You’re a stranger? Not for long! Angie loves making new friends and she’ll make sure to friend you on Facebook in a heartbeat. She’s a total flirt, too, so guys, you’ll be sure to get a load of this girl’s flirting. She believes in herself, makes eye contact and then explodes into a conversation. She’s learned to experiment with topics to figure out just what you like to talk about. She talks to almost anyone around her, whether it be on a plane, on a bus, on set, or even just on a morning jog. When she sees someone is down, she’ll do her very best to cheer them up. She hates being by herself so she’ll never reject an invitation to hang out. She might even call you randomly and ask you to go out with her. Oh, and when you’re around her, prepare to be complimented. You’re sure to get a dozen about your shoes, your earrings, your pretty eyes, or just the nice underwear she can see since you’re sagging or something. The last thing you’d see Angie doing is overdoing talking about someone behind their back.

g a m i n g q u e en »[/u] Did I mention gaming is her guilty pleasure? It may seem so out of character for her, but Angie totally enjoys turning on the old Nintendo 64 and playing Star Fox or something like that. She owns almost every gaming system you can think of. She plays World of Warcraft, Call of Duty, and whatever else you’ll place in her hands. Her favorite games tend to be those older classics like Zelda, Sonic the Hedgehog and Mario, but she’s up for anything. Once it’s on, it’s really on. She gets really into physical games like Just Dance and anything wii. Racing games? She’s into those too. She is the first to but a new video game and she loves to play with her friends. She doesn’t let the fact that she’s a nerd get to her. She enjoys it so why would she stop something she enjoys. Yes, sometimes she gets crap about it, but she doesn’t really care. A combo move isn’t as easy as it looks, and have you ever really played Dance Dance Revolution on Expert? It’s not a walk in the park. Plus, it’s just guilty fun, right? It’s not like she’ll go buy every original prop from the star wars set and place it on a pedestal. She just enjoys it. She’s not obsessed. Although, she’s pretty bamf at every game you give her. She can really rock out on rock band, sing it, and guitar hero.

/ i've got issues with my sleep

father. Lillian Karen dimichelli-diaz, thirty-seven, tattoo artist
mother. Ricardo Joseph Diaz, thirty-eight, bank teller
siblings. none
pets.
- - dog shadow, three years old, black toy poodle
other family. none

history evaluated.

June first, nineteen eighty-eight, Angela Denise Matthews was brought into this life. She was born to a peculiar match. One bad night and a couple weeks later, Lillian received the news of her pregnancy. Lillian wasn’t the type of girl you’d expect to get knocked up in high school, but it happened. Who other than the captain of the soccer team to be the father? Lillian was part of the straightedge group. She wore sweater vests, geeky glasses and tended to have a cursed lisp. Ricky was muscular, handsome and quite the charmer. The two had met at a party with alcohol, got drunk, and the results were terrifying. It took Lily some time to finally get the courage to approach the soccer star, so telling him about a baby they were to conceive was treacherous. When he heard the news, he didn’t believe her. He laughed in her face and told her to dream on. Obviously, the father didn’t love her or the baby. Who was she kidding? He had a perfectly Hispanic girlfriend to dance the night away with at the clubs. No matter, she wouldn’t give away the baby. Her parents weren’t thrilled to hear the news, but they tried to understand. Their understanding became tenser when the doctor visits became more expensive and she became more moody. She longed for Ricky’s love and affection, but she knew her current state wouldn’t cut it. She would no longer be Lillian the Loser. She’d be Lily. Just lily. She kept the plaid appeal with darker colors, hiding behind large amounts of make-up, piercings and dyed hair. She gave up her over-achieving status and began to become the badass Ricky was obviously interested in. Yes, the baby bump grew and grew, and finally Ricky realized it wasn’t a joke. He approached her. “Lily?” She had never been so angry to see him in her life. She refused to talk to him, but he would outrun her every time she tried to flee. “Lily, are you really pregnant… with my baby?” It took her a few moments to nod her head as a few tears fell. Ricky was shocked. He was scared. He felt like a total douche for not listening to her before. From that moment on, he was there for her. He dumped his girlfriend, and got to know Lily for who she was—Lillian the Loser. Word got around and Ricky lost his throne as Soccer captain, but he wanted to support Lily. He had to. She was too stubborn to give up the baby and no way would he give up his kid—not after what his own parents did to him. No, he’d never do that.

When Lily clutched his arm in the pain and agony of labor, he tried to convince himself this was worth it. He thought not as her nails dug deeper and deeper into his skin, but once the little bundle he called his own was set in his hands, he knew it was worth it. It’d always be worth it. They took small Angela home to the parent’s house of Ricky where Ricky and Lily were staying until the time they found an apartment of their own. Each dropped out of school to take care of Angie, but it wasn’t enough. They were losing money as the expenses on diapers, food and other baby supplies added up. Lily knew she needed to do something to keep her baby in a consistent life. She found a group of her scene friends and asked for help. One of her friends, Brock, handed over a number. It was a drug corporation. She felt guilty for becoming situated with them, but she needed to support her baby. She began dealing illegal drugs to kids her age in alleys, in schools and stores. She told no one her secret until she wasn’t careful enough and left drugs in her backpack while she was using the latrine in the park. The cops came around, found it, and they busted her. Lily’s dad was with the law agency, so he was able to bail her out. He wasn’t proud of her actions by no means, but he needn’t a bad reputation on him, for clients would not consider him if they knew he’d have troubles to deal with before their own. No, no, he wouldn’t have it. Of course, Ricky heard about it, but he tried not to let himself be angry over it. Angie was only one and a half years old. She needed both of her parents to manage in this life. So, little angie began to live and grow. She was a lively girl, but she was also true to herself, which Ricky loved more than anything else. Along those lines, Ricky and Lily decided dating other people would be fine as long as they were there for Angie and no sex. They agreed to it and kept to it. Angie matured further and grew into a great little child. She was quite outgoing like Ricky and didn’t much mind the academics of preschool.

Around the time she was ten, her parents were in their late twenties and they realized through caring for Angela, they had fallen in love with one another. They married with Angie as the flower girl and moved from their hometown of Albuquerque, New Mexico to go and live in Gray, Maine. Lily had cousins up there whom were starting a tattoo shop. Ricky had always wanted to live on the east side of the states, so they moved. Angie left all her friends and moved. She missed them dearly, but it didn’t take her long to find new ones. The small family enjoyed their new home and made the best out of their small one-story house by decorating it and making it more home-worthy than just some place to stay. They were soon settled and they mustered up enough money the summer afterward to take a trip to Hollywood. Angela was only twelve, but she had always wanted to go to the place where her idols grew up and acted. They were off to Hollywood in a moment’s notice and that’s the place Angie got into acting. She was taking an exclusive tour of a major filming studio when she wandered off from her parents and got caught up in the midst of auditions for a television show. The directors happened to love her and signed her up for a guest starring in a show called ‘Still Standing’ as a small girl named Tiffany. She decided she didn’t want to be known for her real name, so she changed her last name to Browkaw. She was scared at first, but once she tried it, she wanted more. Ricky and Lily weren’t sure what to do at first. There was no way they could afford this, but they wanted their daughter happy. In two years, she had been requested for two more guest appearances. She eagerly accepted the opportunities. Then, she had to go back to main for schooling. She missed acting more than ever when she was in Maine, but her parents didn’t want the fame to go to her head as Ricky’s popularity did when he was the captain of the soccer team. She was stubborn like Lily, though, and soon she got her chance to act again when she guest-starred on Drake and Josh twice.

On the set of Drake and Josh, Angie became interested in a guy named Alexander. He was a funny, entertaining boy who she couldn’t help but fall for. He made her laugh and encouraged her she’d be great for the first two times she was on there. When she was on wrapped up with acting, he had asked her onto a date which delayed she and her mother’s departure from San Diego. He took her onto dates, and she was fifteen, she thought he was that mystical “one”. The first date went great, and Lily, reluctant to leave, decided she would only after she met Alexander’s parents where Angie would be living for the time being. Finally, she left, and Angie had never been more in love. Angie didn’t work on any major products between the duration of her relationship with Alex. She liked him—loved him even. She went all the way with him, and she wanted to marry him. She didn’t care how old they were. So, they went to a club with fake I.D.s, got totally wasted, and drove up to the Hollywood sign. They sat near the large letters and he spoke to her about death. She was too wasted to comprehend, but he picked her up, and led her to the edge of the rocky cliff near it. He set her down and told her to jump. She didn’t understand. He prodded her and she slipped, but didn’t go over. Now afraid out of her mind, she panicked and tried to run. He caught her and shoved her a little more. She was scared out of her mind. Alex no longer looked friendly and harmless but a monster. She got away, took his car and drove to his house, gathered her things and called her mom to come get her. The next morning, Alex tried to apologize but the damage was done. He was dangerous. She went home, and at first she never wanted to act again, but she realized she was being ridiculous.

Then, in that same year, she was called to star in a few episodes of Suite Life of Zack and Cody. She met some amazing people on that set, and now sixteen, she loved the thrill of it all the fun of acting. She had found herself to be relatively over the whole Alex thing but it still haunted her. All she wanted to do was make it big. That was it. Sure, she hadn’t scored a large role yet, but her parents were glad. She was down to earth, but a large career in acting could totally change that. She was persuaded to go back to Maine and graduate, which seemed fair enough. She found a job working as a grocer as she tried to raise money to go to acting school. It took her a year and a half to scrounge up enough, but she did it. Sure, she asked her grandparents for donations, but it did not stop her from working hard to get the money. At least she did it appropriately and didn’t cave on the idea to sell her body to pedophiles and perverts at a strip club. No, she did it honestly and fairly. She got a big gig as Sa5m on Bandslam, and although it wasn’t the most major role, she loved it. Though, secretly, she was attached to Maine and New Mexico, so she traveled from Maine and Los Angeles when she wasn’t busy filming. She makes time for boys and parties all the time, but she tries to stay true to her like her parents want her so much to do. Now, she’s just living life, hoping for her break. She’s hoping for a guy who will treat her right, too. She had avoided any serious relationships for seven years, and now, she was looking. She wasn’t getting any younger, was she? All she wanted was someone to go home to and say goodnight.

/ christmas came early for me

alias. rylie
years of rp experience. two years
other characters. seth anthony turner
how did you find us. affiliate
roleplay sample.

Catching her breath, Nichole stopped running. She was in the middle of the beach. Her own brown eyes were cracked like the wood of a newly fallen tree limb. Transparent tears raced down her cheeks in a flurry as she threw off the shawl, completely upset and broken. Her heart was shredded and her emotions throbbed. She took a stick, traced it softly with gentle fingertips. Her breathing was ragged, hyperventilating with the stopped tears. Her voice shook as it repeated the words. Her mind was flying into hysteria and her hand trembled. She had never broke down before. Not to such feeling, and she was bent, torn, broken, and wounded in places she thought could never hurt. She held her mouth ajar, a strange sound of agony playing into the sound of the ocean hitting the shore. She stood in the center of the beach, broken and stunned. Her face was completely white and the moonlight upon her cheeks reflected off of thick tracks of a mixture of salt and water—tears. Love. It was a four letter word consisting of two continents and two vowels. Nothing more. Nothing less. You could not love someone. Love was simply a word. Alessio had taught her that.

She wasn’t strong. She felt pierced, violated, nude to everyone. Her feelings could be read like an open book upon a brandish coffee table. No, she would no longer be easy to read. No, she couldn’t stand to be injured so deeply by a solitary word: No. No longer would she hang on to every last word any man would say. They didn’t care about her. Her mother didn’t care about her. Her father didn’t care about her. Her brother didn’t care about. No one cared about her. Now, her legs buckled beneath her and she fell into the harsh and rough embrace of the sand. Her tears fell onto the sand as her dark ringlets settled around her face. She brought her knees to her chest. She shuddered with the cold of the newly-dawning evening. She had walked for miles to get to this beach. Her feet were blistering, but she made no intention of getting up. Her mind hung, dead and exploited upon a broken mindset. Everything she thought she wanted was Alessio, and now, she was deprived of him. He didn’t love her. She did. She would always love Alessio. She gave him her heart and he rejected it, damning her to some place in a lonely depression. She never believed being rejected could hurt so much.

It did though. Alessio did this to her. Alessio tore her to pieces. Alessio made her believe he loved her. Alessio decided to toy with her feelings like a rugged doll. She wasn’t some toy. She wasn’t to be mingled with. Nichole Genevieve Reid was a complicated young individual who chose not to show her full potential. She was a fun-loving young girl with a neglecting mother who hated her. Alessio helped her. Alessio said everything would be alright. Nichole believed it. Nichole lingered onto every word he had said. She had been there for him, every hospital visit. She raised her head, looking at an oddly familiar tree. The fallen tree. Nichole never thought she would have anymore tears left to cry, but she cried then. She cried at the sight of a familiar tree with too many memories to bear, yet, her arms and legs had grown weak. Her eyes were tired from crying. She wanted to sleep now. She wanted everything to go away. So she did. She laid down in the moon-streaked sand and slept. Tears continued to fall down her face, even in her sleep.

She had woke up the next morning, cold and wet. The tide had barely reached her, but her teeth chattered wildly, and she was alone. She remembered screaming, cursing the very thought of love. It was then a police officer came over to her, gave her a hug and took her home. Her mother was furious, not worried about her well-being. She only wanted her home so she could study for a upcoming test. Rhonda never gave Nichole a hug to show she cared, even slightly. If her day could have been any better, she would have died, and been taken to a place where love didn’t exist. Where love was only a fairytale and everyone, including her, could forget about heartbreak, compelling mothers and being alone. It took Nichole two days to realize her true fate. She was to be alone and to be weathered. She was to be the best, beat the competition and stay focused. It was two days later she was a new person, one who vowed to never let love in again. It was that person who promised she’d never take anymore from Alessio Lance Pierce ever again.

Nichole’s heart panged with renewed anger at herself and at Alessio as she looked at him, sitting there, stranded. He looked so broken, probably how she looked when she sat on the beach and cried love and affection away, only to be replaced by bittersweet logic and perfection. She looked down at her clenched hands. Her nails dug into rough skin and she loosened the grip. She moved her hand to the back of her neck, stroking it cautiously. She looked up at his gaze, a pit of sorrow and despair swallowing her into a strange semi-depression. She looked at him, wide-eyed and scared. She took a deep breath, calming herself and her fraying nerves. She took everything she had and brought a hand up. She was going to slap him. Why slap him? Was it for something she didn’t do? She breathed roughly, looked at her hand and lowered it slowly. ”God damn you, Alessio.” She snapped suddenly. ”I look at you and I see a man who is lost and unsure about everything. I see a man who is the biggest prick I have ever seen. You pretend to be this maniac to forget. To forget what? I’m not sure. I just know from some … some feeling, that it’s bothering you. It’s bothering me. I can’t even explain it which pisses me off!” Her voice had heightened more than she had hoped. She didn’t even know what she was talking about. Was this the hysteria come back to hit her again? ”I’ve blocked out everyone I used to love. I’ve sunk myself deep into books to forget about how pitiful my life was. I drowned myself in self-pity and insecurities to make it seem not so bad.” She sighed feverishly and looked away, tears formed and her anger melted. She looked at him, her dark brown eyes no longer warm and affectionate but cold and demeaning. ”Letting you go was the biggest mistake of my life.” She nodded, her heart burning like a million matches. She looked at him, strongly. Her heart stopped as he said a few words. They actually sounded pure. "I'm sorry I never said it back."

Something inside of her clenched in agony. She nodded solemnly, grasping what he said. Two words came from her lips. ”Me too.” She looked at the floor and back to him. She adjusted her position to look at him curiously. Cautiously, she brought her hand to his face. The force driving her further, she took in his eyes, his nose, his ears, and his mouth with one simple glance. She leaned in carefully, slowly, careful not to awaken the beast within him. Finally, her lips collided with his, but she pulled away quickly. Her face was right near his and her heart fluttered for him like it used to. Her hand remained on his cheek and she sat there, face to face, stunned and anxious what he’d do next.

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