Post by •••Bay••• on Jul 23, 2012 20:21:53 GMT -5
Name: Rhiannon "Bree" Hurley
Faceclaim:Pheobe Tonkin
Age: 15
Description:
Personality: She is confident, cocky, and can be a b i o t c h if she chooses not to like you. However, if you're her friend, she doesn't treat you like the trash she makes everyone else feel like. She's had a rough past, so she does have trouble opening up to people. She'll flirt with guys all day long, but she never really dates because she has trouble trusting them.
Quirks/Faults:
Untrusting
B i t c h y
Flirts, but never commits
Strengths:
Confident
Intelligent
Pretty
Likes:
Volleyball
Track
English class
Dislikes:
Most people
Rain
Homework
History
She kinda has a long history. She lived in NYC until she was 7 and moved to the countryside. When she was little, her father was an alcoholic. He never really abused her because her mother hid his problem from her. One day, he picked her up from school, drunk. He drove on the highway going 80 mph. Another car hit them dead on. He was killed instantly. Bree was still young and was siting in the backseat, luckily. She would have been killed also if she had been in the front. She was in a coma for a week and suffered a broken leg, a broken wrist, and 16 small cuts. The glass had shattered, leaving her shoulders and back covered in cuts. She got 57 stiches and didn't recover for a few months. She was both physically and mentally scarred forever. Her mother, being a very emotional woman, cried at the thought of even staying in New York. So they moved to the country where her new husband. Blah, blah, blah, a year later, they were married. Bree hates the countryside and her new life. She became bitter and that covered up her beautiful personality. That made people only value her good looks. However, she never wears anything that shows off her shoulders or backs since a classmate commented. Feeling that she was now only valued for her good looks, Bree knew she must cover them up. She is very reserved about her past and will almost never open up. Her name she hates, so she just goes by Bree.
Images:
Faceclaim:Pheobe Tonkin
Age: 15
Description:
Personality: She is confident, cocky, and can be a b i o t c h if she chooses not to like you. However, if you're her friend, she doesn't treat you like the trash she makes everyone else feel like. She's had a rough past, so she does have trouble opening up to people. She'll flirt with guys all day long, but she never really dates because she has trouble trusting them.
Quirks/Faults:
Untrusting
B i t c h y
Flirts, but never commits
Strengths:
Confident
Intelligent
Pretty
Likes:
Volleyball
Track
English class
Dislikes:
Most people
Rain
Homework
History
She kinda has a long history. She lived in NYC until she was 7 and moved to the countryside. When she was little, her father was an alcoholic. He never really abused her because her mother hid his problem from her. One day, he picked her up from school, drunk. He drove on the highway going 80 mph. Another car hit them dead on. He was killed instantly. Bree was still young and was siting in the backseat, luckily. She would have been killed also if she had been in the front. She was in a coma for a week and suffered a broken leg, a broken wrist, and 16 small cuts. The glass had shattered, leaving her shoulders and back covered in cuts. She got 57 stiches and didn't recover for a few months. She was both physically and mentally scarred forever. Her mother, being a very emotional woman, cried at the thought of even staying in New York. So they moved to the country where her new husband. Blah, blah, blah, a year later, they were married. Bree hates the countryside and her new life. She became bitter and that covered up her beautiful personality. That made people only value her good looks. However, she never wears anything that shows off her shoulders or backs since a classmate commented. Feeling that she was now only valued for her good looks, Bree knew she must cover them up. She is very reserved about her past and will almost never open up. Her name she hates, so she just goes by Bree.
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