Post by lauren on Dec 7, 2009 0:02:32 GMT -5
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FULL NAME bryn elise aldridge[/FONT][/size]
AGE fifteen
OCCUPATION student
EDUCATION sophomore in high school
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PLAY BY taylor momsen
PLAY BY AGE sixteen
APPEARANCEbryn has always had a great interest in fashion. but even though she has access to high end designer clothes, she's always preferred to shop outside of the realm of such stores at barney’s and sacks. in fact, the majority of her wardrobe consists of a collection of vintage thrift store items, as well as some pieces she designed and sewed together herself. from beat up leather jackets, to electric minis and statement jewelry, bryn’s look screams rocker-chic. sometimes she'll shake things up, and go for a more risqué look, adorned in a vintage slip dress and garters. when it comes to fashion, she certainly likes to make a statement; there's no doubt about that.---------------------
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MOTHER anna therese aldridge
AGE deceased
OCCUPATION socialite
FATHER price aldridge
AGE forty six
OCCUPATION businessman
SIBLINGS weston aldridge
AGE twenty
OCCUPATION aspiring writer
WEALTH extremely wealthy
HISTORYthe year was nineteen eighty six. price aldridge was on a business trip, residing temporarily in a hostel in arceau, france. this is where our story begins, a flourishing young businessman and a gorgeous french model. they were destined to be together, correct? yes, you have guessed rightly. when they first met, there was an instant spark, a connection that neither could explain. she was glowing, the epitome of perfect with illuminative blonde hair and pale blue eyes; it was no wonder price fell for the woman. they were destined to be madly in love for the remainder of their days together, but upon returning to the states after their marriage, it didn't quite remain the picture of perfection.
for the two solid years of their would be honeymoon, price's work schedule became heavier and heavier, leaving less time for his wife, anna, who remained stuck in their pent house apartment in the upper east side of manhattan, new to the country and still working on her english. it was just about as big a shock to them, as it was to their friends, when the couple found out they were pregnant. anna wasn't ready to be a mother, she knew that she'd miss her once flawless figure, and the thought of carrying around another person for nine months scared her. she was in a foreign country and still barely able to speak the language, how would she handle being a mother?
nevertheless, the woman adapted quite well, and by the end of the nine month period, she was more then ready to be a mother. the couple had and gone round and round over what to name the child, whom they'd found out beforehand was going to be a boy, until they finally decided on allowing him to carry on the legacy of his grandfather with the full name of weston garrette aldridge the second. anna fell in love with the name west instead though, and therefore began calling him that from a young age. but, back to the story. she hadn't had a scheduled delivery, due to the fact the the doctors had confirmed she wouldn't need a c-section. little did they know.
the woman had been dabbling in the religion of scientology, which believed in the art of the silent birthing process. meaning that children born in to a calm and silent environment were more likely to grow up to be intelligent and well adjusted adults then those that weren't. but weston wasn't coming to easily. anna literally had to bite down and hold her grip on a thick terry cloth egyptian cotton towel to silence the screams that wanted to emit themselves from pain. but she got through it, promising herself no more children after weston. they only had to remain in the hospital for two days before the three returned home, and price was back to work even quicker then that.
some few years later was when the second pregnancy came; an unwanted one. she was a mistake already, and if it wasn't for her father? she might not have ever been born. during the first trimester of her pregnancy, anna went through a phase of depression, contemplating the idea of suicide as opposed to going through with having another child. price was the one to stop her, but she hated him. she resented him, thinking it his fault for her being pregnant. this was the kind of world their child would be born into; a world of hatred and desire, everyone running around to protect themselves. bryn elise aldridge was born at the lenox hill hospital, just off east seventy seventh street. enormous blue eyes and a head of pale blonde hair, but her mother resented the child already, as she had bryn’s father.
it took a while to accept that her mother would never love her like she did her older brother, but she finally came to quips with the fact. everyone had thought that once the pregnancy was over, anna would have snapped out of her supposed 'pregnancy induced depression'; but it didn't turn out that way. not only did it continue on after bryn was born, but it grew to be increasingly worse as the years passed on. by the time bryn reached the age of seven, her mother succeeded in killing herself. she was the one to find anna, laying in the bathtub in a pool of blood. traumatized, she wouldn't talk for months. her father tried therapist after therapist, but no one could seem to get bryn to speak.
eventually though, she came around, and not long after, price relocated with his two children to san francisco, after receiving a job offer in the area. the three adapted quickly to their new life, in a new city. while price spent the majority of his time between his work and enjoying the night life of san francisco, bryn and her brother were left in the care of their nanny, clara. from little on, price spoiled both of his children, giving them everything they could possibly want. but material objects would never replace what the children really needed; a father who was present in their lives.
at eleven years old, bryn developed an eating disorder. no one caught on at first, until she ended up in the ICU with a tube down her nose. she had starved herself, almost to the point of death, and although she was finally getting help, she had a long way to go. three weeks after being hospitalized, she was sent to a treatment center in virginia, and returned there once more by the time she was thirteen. for the next year, things seemed to be looking up. bryn was finally thriving in her recovery, able to keep herself at a stable weight, and she was even beginning to make some friends. being the shy, introverted creature that she was, she had always had a difficult time relating to those her own age; particularly girls. but as she began to break out of her shell she slowly, though surly, found it to be easier than in the past.
before long the first day of high school rolled around, bryn practically shaking in her boots. that year was hard for her, as she struggled to fit in at school, pushed herself to excel in all of her classes, and adjusted to her father's new marriage to a woman she greatly disdained. by the time summer came around, she had resorted back to her eating disorder to cope with everything. she was careful this time, though, making sure that she never became underweight - dangerously close, but just above - so that no one would be come overly concerned. now entering her sophomore year of high school, bryn is still battling her eating disorder. she's single, and has yet to meet any boy that's managed to snag her heart but until then, she's fine with being good ole bryn.---------------------
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NAME lauren
AGE sixteen
YOUR EXPERIENCE three years
ROLE PLAY EXAMPLEIt was almost amusing how easily someone could become attached to new things. Something about the entirety of each and every situation involving something new, whether it be a person, place or thing, seemed to give everyone the illusion of a new adventure; then again, sometimes it wasn’t an illusion, but reality. Thalia Foy was no stranger to this feeling, often finding herself latching easily on to new things; mainly new people. She’d gone through numerous phases with “new friends” in which typically didn’t last very long. Of course, she called them phases simply because that was a nice way of putting that she was bored and in need of something new to rouse her attention, or in some cases, because she felt as though she was getting herself in too deep and didn't want the commitment. We won’t go off naming names, but there had been plenty in the past.
Sometimes Thalia felt bad about it, and then sometimes she didn’t. She’d find ways to lay blame on someone else, put it off and claim she didn’t mean to, or it wasn’t her fault. That only took her so far, though, and she had to begin owning up to her faults sooner or later. Then again, now didn’t seem the proper time or place to be reaching any epiphanies, now did it? And it wasn’t like she should feel bad. She was single, Dean was single, what could be better? But what if she did get in too deep? That was her only qualm with the entire thing, she was pretty sure she was beginning to fall for Dean, and hard. And, it was almost inevitable that she would get hurt, because everyone knew how Dean Braxton worked. She knew he wasn't looking for anything more in her then what they already were, so why did she want to be with him? Surely she had plenty more options, and yet she chose him.
When Thalia had first set her mind on the idea of going out that night, she hadn't stopped to think about the possible outcomes or consequences of such actions. In fact, she hadn't given much thought to what she was getting herself into at all. The only thing she was focused on was getting out of that house and proving Dean wrong, in whatever way she could possibly conjure up. The decision to start drinking had been a spur of the moment choice, and one that she was seriously starting to regret now. You see, Thalia was never one to wear her heart on her sleeve, everyone knew that. She kept things to herself, stuffing her thoughts and emotions until they were completely out of sight, and out of mind. However, she had also never been the type to try and numb things with the help of alcohol, which explained why this feeling of inebriation was something entirely new and unfamiliar to the eighteen year old girl.
“You may honestly be insane, Thalia.”
With the towel no longer clinging to her tiny frame, having been replaced by one of Dean's tee shirts and a pair of boxers moments before, Thalia stood at the end of his bed, hand grasping weakly onto the footboard in an attempt to keep herself upright. She simply stared at him then, somewhat dazed as she pondered his last statement. Was she insane? Sometimes she honestly thought she was. Tearing her hazy, deep azure optics off of Dean and listlessly shifting her gaze about the room, she stayed quiet for a moment longer before finally parting her soft pink lips to speak. “I was trying to prove you wrong,” Thalia slurred in response, feeling somewhat embarrassed. Not only had she not succeeded in said quest, but she’d made a complete fool of herself, getting trashed and putting herself in a dangerous situation.
Looking at her now as she stood there, a complete mess drowning in his clothes with her hair slightly disheveled, she knew he probably thought her to be a stupid, naive little girl more then ever; and she couldn’t argue with him on the fact this time around. Maybe she was naive; maybe she really didn't know anything about life, or the world around her. But in that moment, she honestly didn't care. All she could think about was the fact that Dean was standing less then five feet away from her, and that she wanted him now more then ever. Allowing her lanky arm fall to her side, Thalia closed the gap between the two of them. Tactfully breathing through her nose, she easily prolonged the moment, the languid movement seeming eased between the two of them, almost as if they’d been practicing for ages.
With one hand, she fingered a lock of his flaxen blonde hair, the smooth texture nearly distracting her. Then, resting the opposite one on his shoulder, she made an all too bold move, consisting of her pushing her own lips against his.---------------------
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