Post by BRYWYNN VIOLET BRAMBLE on Sept 5, 2011 15:41:39 GMT -5
CAN WE PRETEND
that airplanes in the night sky are like shooting stars i could
really use a wish right now wish right now wish right now
that airplanes in the night sky are like shooting stars i could
really use a wish right now wish right now wish right now
BRYWYNN BRAMBLE*
This is Brywynn Violet Bramble. It's confusing for some written down, there for she has to repeat her name a few times, it's pronounced Bree-Win. Her nicknames are Bree, Winnie and Violet. If you ask, she'll tell you or she'll just say what you can call her when she is being introduced. She doesn't mind personal nicknames as long as they are nice of course, and she only excepts them from people she knows well. Bree is thirty years of age, in hobbit years (19 in Human years)and can't wait til she is of age.
A mass of blond curls are what you first notice, generally on her shoulders and in her face at times. The next thing you will notice is her baby blues, with flicks of green in them. The green becomes more evident if she is happy or grief stricken. But you can't really notice them unless you are close to her or the light hits them just so. Her skin is pale and it takes her a bit to get tan in the summer, but it can happen. She has a cute button nose with slightly pointed ears. Her lips are soft and pink, sometimes rough because she bites them, but always turned upward because she smiles a lot. Her hands are small, and sometimes rough to the touch because of the odd jobs she does. Her body temperature fluctuates so in some cases they are cold as well, especially her finger tips. She has hairy feet, because of her race, but because her hair is blond,the hair on her feet is more on the light brown side. Her height is three feet and eight inches and she is some what on the thin side. In clothing, she loves to wear bright colors her favorite being purple and yellow, though she only has one dress in purple, which it also references her middle name.
Bree is to say the least, a sweetheart. She's kind,fond of jokes or a sense of humor,caring in nature and loves to meet new people. She's an observant being as well as good listener and though she is nice, she won't talk much and becomes weary of you if you look threatening or come off acting strange (in a bad way). She's a curious little thing and likes to watch rather then actually do, finding it best to stay out of trouble. Bree does have a temper, and though she doesn't fight, she will give you a thing or two in words, only if you disrespect her or her family. She's very motherly in nature and loves to take care of things, mostly animals or children, and would love to have a family of her own some day. She's understanding and although it seems like she knows what and what not to get into, its more of her cautious side then anything. Her cautious side tends to get the best of her a lot.
Brywynn's favorite past times include knitting, humming or singing, reading, basking in the sun outside, taking a nap outside, riding ponies,and playing with or taking care of children. She loves listening to the rain on the windows because she finds it fairly relaxing and the sun beating on her skin has the same effect. The Bramble clan comes from the East part of the Shire and live comfortably. Her father, Maurice Bramble, is a local farmer where her mother,Charlotte Bramble, is a midwife and makes blankets from knitting on the side. She is one out of four children from this branch of the Bramble clan. Her older sister, Lelore Bramble, has just recently married and is starting her new life with her husband. Her brother, Denfer Bramble, who is a few years younger, helps their father out the most on the farm and can be seen in the Inn drinking ale like no other and usually staggering home. Lastly her youngest sister, Lily Bramble, mostly plays with the other children all day. Brywynn herself is a seamstress and when she isn't working can be seen sitting out in the forest knitting or riding ponies around the farm.
I COULD USE A
dream or a genie or a wish to go back to a place much simpler
than this cause after all the partyin' the smashin' and crashin'
than this cause after all the partyin' the smashin' and crashin'
hey there. so my name is Tiff. i also play none yet. i happen to be female and i've blown out nineteen candles. if you want to contact me, no sweat. just PM or Email me! but check me out in action. I would like my character to be hobbit and she hails from the Shire. My final last words are edited by admin!
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From Different Site
Dragos covered his mouth with his arm as he coughed a little before walking down the hallway. He had just gotten back from the cafeteria, and still no sight of the gang. Then again Adrian was a mortician now. Dragos shook his head and continued to walk down the hall. His olive eyes looked around to see if there were any other patients around, not really. His eyebrows scrunched together as he grew a little confused. Even though it wasn't that late in the evening he was tired as hell. Today was tough for him, he had to go outside and smoke a cigarette every time he turned around.
He brushed his dark hair with his hands away from his face he continued to walk down the hallway. His body was running a little hot again and he couldn't help but get annoyed. Growling, he pushed his door open to his room and closed it, coughing in his arm again. "Damn cigarettes" he mumbled to himself as he walked around to his bed as he took off his black t-shirt, exposing all his tattoos as well as skinny torso. He kept his black jeans on however because he wasn't ready to change out of them yet. Actually he generally did sleep in his clothes, only rarely would he change out of them. Kicking off his black Converse chucks, he took off his socks and stuffed them into a shoe and placed them at the foot of his bed. His bare feet hit the cold carpet and smiled as it cooled him down a little. Taking his shirt and throwing it on the floor, he looked around his room. "I wonder if I have incense or anything" he spoke with his familiar raspy voice as he looked in any place he could think of. Any thing that gave off a scent and kept him relaxed. Looking under the bed, he grabbed a box and saw an incense that was burnt a little. Bringing it to his nose, he smelt it and of course the scent was old. "Damn it" he spoke as he put it back in the box and pushed it under his bed.
Dragos tended to talk to himself a lot, only if he was alone though. At least he could keep himself company. Getting up from the floor, he grabbed his book that was on his end table and sat on the bed. Moving his body, he sprawled out on his bed and tucked one arm under his head, opening his book of Edgar Allan Poe short stories, he began to read where he left off, The Black Cat. Reading sometimes relaxed him so he hoped that it would tonight.
Dragos covered his mouth with his arm as he coughed a little before walking down the hallway. He had just gotten back from the cafeteria, and still no sight of the gang. Then again Adrian was a mortician now. Dragos shook his head and continued to walk down the hall. His olive eyes looked around to see if there were any other patients around, not really. His eyebrows scrunched together as he grew a little confused. Even though it wasn't that late in the evening he was tired as hell. Today was tough for him, he had to go outside and smoke a cigarette every time he turned around.
He brushed his dark hair with his hands away from his face he continued to walk down the hallway. His body was running a little hot again and he couldn't help but get annoyed. Growling, he pushed his door open to his room and closed it, coughing in his arm again. "Damn cigarettes" he mumbled to himself as he walked around to his bed as he took off his black t-shirt, exposing all his tattoos as well as skinny torso. He kept his black jeans on however because he wasn't ready to change out of them yet. Actually he generally did sleep in his clothes, only rarely would he change out of them. Kicking off his black Converse chucks, he took off his socks and stuffed them into a shoe and placed them at the foot of his bed. His bare feet hit the cold carpet and smiled as it cooled him down a little. Taking his shirt and throwing it on the floor, he looked around his room. "I wonder if I have incense or anything" he spoke with his familiar raspy voice as he looked in any place he could think of. Any thing that gave off a scent and kept him relaxed. Looking under the bed, he grabbed a box and saw an incense that was burnt a little. Bringing it to his nose, he smelt it and of course the scent was old. "Damn it" he spoke as he put it back in the box and pushed it under his bed.
Dragos tended to talk to himself a lot, only if he was alone though. At least he could keep himself company. Getting up from the floor, he grabbed his book that was on his end table and sat on the bed. Moving his body, he sprawled out on his bed and tucked one arm under his head, opening his book of Edgar Allan Poe short stories, he began to read where he left off, The Black Cat. Reading sometimes relaxed him so he hoped that it would tonight.
this application was made by two birds. of caution. steal and her hoard of zombies will come and eat your brains.
