smith, brooklyn amber

[brooklyn amber smith]

Brooklyn Amber Smith !
I know your type
Boy, you're dangerous
Yeah, you're that guy
I'd be stupid to trust

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
age: Twenty
birthday: September 22nd
sexuality: straight
grade: Junior
job: Singer [/font][/size][/ul]

THE SKY WAS BURNING UP LIKE FIREWORKS
you made me want you oh so bad it hurts

[/b][/color] 5'2"
weight: 110
body type: lean, petite
hair and eyes: Dark Brown, Black-Brown
distinguishing features: Ears, has a butterfly tramp stamp and an iris on her right shoulder.
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
- Shopping
- Knowing when things are going on
- Singing
- Parties
- Having mild attention
- Boys
- Animals
- Show jumping
dislikes:
- Her past
- Paying credit card bills
- Fake people
- Constant attention
- Being alone
- Falling in love
- Being cornered
- Drunk people
- Abusive guys
- Asshole who think they know everything
strengths:
- Her looks
- Her determination
- Her loved ones
- Her bravery
weaknesses:
- Her father
- Death
- Tears
- Others pain
- Memories
habits:
- Always checking her make up
- Constantly glares at humans
- Fiddles with her bangs
- Takes two showers a day
- Doodles in her notebook
fears:
- Her father
- Heart break
- Being mistreated
secrets:
- Was arrested for stealing a car
- Saw who killed her aunt
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?

Not much more can be put into words about this girl, unless you want to write a novel just to discribe her actions on everything. She's just your average, everyday wild woman. All she needs is a tree house and some tennis balls to throw at people when they pass her tree.
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YOU DROVE ME CRAZY EVERY TIME WE TOUCHED
now i'm so broken that i can't get up

[/b][/color] Dayton, Ohio
mother: Anna/38/Deceased
father: David/41/Unemployed
siblings: Mia/Four/Sister
pets: Milo/4/Norwigan Forest Cat
Gizmo/ 4/ Norwigan Forest Cat
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 loved being able to heal people. Rather than telling you about her past, she would more than likely tell you all about your suposed future, the one she thought up for you. 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.

Years have passed and she has yet to speak to her dad since all this shit went down. Now she mainly roams around, but managed to make her way here and over time learned to love these over green lands. This is the place she considers home for the moment. Home always changes for her. It never stays the same.
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I'M CHECKING INTO REHAB
cause everything that we had didn't mean a thing to you

[/b][/color] Elise
role-playing experience: 9-10
age: 17 almost
anything else: nope
RP sample: Was it such an impossible thing? It was taking him forever to just go on and tell Jazz that he was leaving her for me. Of course she would be more than a little angry that I was the being of such beauty he spoke of now and that is wasn't really her. A smug smile danced over my lips as I shifted from side to side, watching with wide, beautiful eyes. I was waiting for the moment he would say my name and I could watch this little tramp's heart break into millions of pieces. My head tilted forward, just waiting to hear the sound I was wanting to hear so much and then it came. She screamed in outrage. I nearly cried with joy as I tossed my head high and closed my eyes in pure abandon. It was such a sweet, sweet sound. I made my skin crawl and cause a shiver to race along my spine as I moved backward. I was now hidden within the shadow of the hallway, eyes locked on the broad chested male who so boldly turned to look for me now, but his eyes could not find me in this dimly lit walkway. It caused my eyes to light up with pure excitement.

As his smile disappeared, I shot around and faded away into the dankness that waited to take me away from this place so that I could find someone new to lead on. My feet moved swiftly over the tiled floor, kicking up the dirt and dead leaves that littered the ground. My features were proudly masked and the muscles that covered my body followed the flow of the movement that my legs carried. I could have looked like a dancer with the way I moved, all grace and beauty. A cruel smile turned up the corner of my lips even as a dark loneliness took over the bright light that had been flickering in my eyes only moments ago. How could one fall into such a dark, depressing hole? I shook my head sharply and keeping going forward. My eyes scanning everything around me, looking for the object that will tell me that another person has come through here. I scan and scan, but am unable to find what I want. My steps take me to Rowan, the handsome boy I've been trying to get for ages.

I smile sweetly and make my way towards him. "Well well." my musical tones echo off everything around me as I make my way towards the massively muscles man that seemed to catch everyones eye. Rowan looked me up and down, lifting a brow. He doesn't say anything though and I wonder why he just keeps staring and then I see her. The stupid harlot that keeps him away from me. She's a petite creature, smaller than me and so much more the lovely, in his eyes maybe. I sneer when I see her, knowing Rowan's gaze is locked on his lover as well. Not a word leaves my lips as I turn away and head off to find someone else. I hate it when the male is so attached to his female. It makes me think of my ill fated father. I jog onward, not looking back as I hear him call my name. Saying it in such sweet tones is not going to make me look back. No, I was never one to look back at something I could not have. I just move forward without whim or rhyme as to why I am doing this.

There are many girls who wish for me to burn for the heart ache I bring with me and their are some men that wish I would return to their sweet cooings, but I have done neither of these things. I have just played my game and moved on to the next target. I roll my eyes as I hear one last call of my name before total silence. I kind of like the silence. My mind seemed to be somewhere else all together and when I rammed into him, my manners seemed to leave me as I sneered up at him before that sneer shifted into a smile and surprise sparked in my eyes. "Oh, I'm so sorry!" I gasped the words.
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