Post by erinnovelist on Jun 7, 2010 16:22:10 GMT -7
welcome to Camp Rock,
[/font]Breena Alyson Hunter
[/center]IT WON'T BE LONG TILL THE SUMMERS GONE
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NICKNAMES: Bree
AGE: 17
BIRTH DATE: April 7th, 1991
HOMETOWN: Crescent, New Jersey
SEXUAL ORIENTATION: straight
MEMBER GROUP: Singer
FACE CLAIM: Selena Gomez
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HOLD ON TIGHT, IT'S A CRAZY NIGHT
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Dancing in the Rain
Softball
Dancing
Singing
Playing the Guitar
Swimming
Writing
DISLIKES:
Football
Cafeteria Food
Sickness
High Heels
PERSONALITY:
She is the hired assassin (meaning, people call her that because she proves she ain't so small and innocent like she appears - she has a competitive and risk taking streak that people think are qualities of a hired assasion.)
She is the third basemen for softball.
She is the person who runs towards the thing that just tried to kill her.
She is the person who can't live without music.
She always is seen dancing - dancing is her true calling.
She is the person who will get stuck in her own mind as she writes.
She is the person who lives life with no regrets and values every second.
She believes in second chances.
She believes everything happens for a reason.
She is the person who has determination to reach her goals.
She is someone who loves music & writing, a self born leader, determined, and all too eager to trust.
She believes we are not given life to avoid a storm - but given life in order to learn how to dance in the rain.
FAMILY:
Mother, Stephanie Marie Hunter, 52
Father, Daniel Sean Hunter, 48
Sister, Breland English Hunter, 17
Sister, Katherine Marie Hunter, 17
Brother, ------- Hunter, 15
HISTORY: Bree was born in Crescent, New Jersey, on April 7th, 1991, to her parents. Bree was born as the oldest of the Hunter triplets. She also has a younger brother, two years her junior.
Bree has had a simple and typical life in her seventeen years of living. Her father was always worked but managed to find time to spend with his family; he was a music producer and was associated with Connect Three. He sent his son and daughters to Camp Rock when Bree bugged him on end to let her have a chance to study dance and music there. Her mother was always a critic when it came to Bree - she always had to comment on Bree's dancing style as well as the type of music she played slash listened too. Out of both her parents, Bree was more herself with her father. The term "Daddy's Little Girl" was applied quite often.
Bree had been sent to the elementary, junior high , and high school in Crescent. She graduated two years early at 15 as a senior and planned to attend NYC college after a year off in order to learn more about her talent as an artist. She plans to study either dance or music in college.
Bree's main goal at Camp Rock is too be able to find her true calling - which she will do at whatever cost.
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GIVE IN, OR GET OUT
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AGE: 15
TIMEZONE: Central Standard Time - Midwest of the United States
RANDOM FACT: Never been kissed.
ROLEPLAYING EXAMPLE:
Elodie Morgan Rose awoke at midnight in her dorm at Magic School. Her face was chalk white with sweat as she breathed heavily. Her blonde hair was in a ponytail and swayed left to right as Elodie surveyed her surroundings.
"Another dream," she murmured as she lay back down to fall asleep. The problem was that she was not capable of her goal. The dream was horrific and more realistic than all of the others. Her sister, Erin, had been murdered.
"I need to make sure Erin is okay," Elodie told herself as she strode to her small, wooden desk in the corner. She took out her scrying tools. Turning on the desk lamp which casted light into the darkest corners of her room, she searched for her twenty-one-year-old sister. The crystal landed in plain sight, UCLA.
"Okay, Erin is safe," Elodie muttered and sat in bed with her head in her hands.
"No demons, no warlocks, no evil. No kn-" Elodie had a memory of when she was thirteen.
"Where's Jordan?" Samantha, Elodie's mother, called from the nursery. Elodie surged ahead of Sophia and Erin as they husseled upstairs to find their mother shrieking and sobbing as their step-father, Nicholas, held her close.
"I will check the kitchen, Erin check the bedrooms, and Elodie, check the basement." Sophia took off after giving the command. Elodie's hand trembled as she opened the basement door. She always had feared darkness.
"Jordy?" Elodie asked as she made her way down the stairs into the never-ending silence of the black hole.
"Well, well, well. A young Rose daughter?" a menacing voice concluded as it came out of the shadows.
"Who are you?" Elodie asked quietly.
"Dorjan. I see that you have trouble controlling your powers?" he asked. Elodie closed her eyes as her blonde hair fell into her pale face. She concentrated on conjuring a weapon to protect herself or better yet, a potion to destroy him. An apple appeared in front of her. Sending a frantic glance at Dorjan, she backed up into the stone wall of the basement.
"A young witch with no control. Ah, a very powerful one I might add. A demon as a father. A few years of training could bring out the the evil inside of you," Dorjan said stepping in her path. Elodie closed her eyes, determined to save herself.
"Whe---ere's J-J-Jor-d-d-d-d-an?" she stuttered.
"Your baby sister is in your parents' room,'' Dorjan stated simply. He pulled out a knife. Elodie's astral form appeared behind the demon on the stairs.
"SOPHIA!" she cried as her sister came to her rescue. Her astral form immediately returned as Dorjan disappeared.
"We found Jordan. Everything will be okay," Sophia said holding her sobbing sister.
Elodie glanced around the room and closed her eyes. She imagined holding the knife in her hand. A form of protection. When she opened them, she saw the knife in her hand.
"I can control my powers. I will." Elodie lay down in her bed and sighed.
Three years later, the demon's words haunted her very core. A demon as a father. A few years of training could bring out the the evil inside of you. Elodie sighed and closed her eyes. She was not evil, and evil never would exist inside her.t
"Another dream," she murmured as she lay back down to fall asleep. The problem was that she was not capable of her goal. The dream was horrific and more realistic than all of the others. Her sister, Erin, had been murdered.
"I need to make sure Erin is okay," Elodie told herself as she strode to her small, wooden desk in the corner. She took out her scrying tools. Turning on the desk lamp which casted light into the darkest corners of her room, she searched for her twenty-one-year-old sister. The crystal landed in plain sight, UCLA.
"Okay, Erin is safe," Elodie muttered and sat in bed with her head in her hands.
"No demons, no warlocks, no evil. No kn-" Elodie had a memory of when she was thirteen.
"Where's Jordan?" Samantha, Elodie's mother, called from the nursery. Elodie surged ahead of Sophia and Erin as they husseled upstairs to find their mother shrieking and sobbing as their step-father, Nicholas, held her close.
"I will check the kitchen, Erin check the bedrooms, and Elodie, check the basement." Sophia took off after giving the command. Elodie's hand trembled as she opened the basement door. She always had feared darkness.
"Jordy?" Elodie asked as she made her way down the stairs into the never-ending silence of the black hole.
"Well, well, well. A young Rose daughter?" a menacing voice concluded as it came out of the shadows.
"Who are you?" Elodie asked quietly.
"Dorjan. I see that you have trouble controlling your powers?" he asked. Elodie closed her eyes as her blonde hair fell into her pale face. She concentrated on conjuring a weapon to protect herself or better yet, a potion to destroy him. An apple appeared in front of her. Sending a frantic glance at Dorjan, she backed up into the stone wall of the basement.
"A young witch with no control. Ah, a very powerful one I might add. A demon as a father. A few years of training could bring out the the evil inside of you," Dorjan said stepping in her path. Elodie closed her eyes, determined to save herself.
"Whe---ere's J-J-Jor-d-d-d-d-an?" she stuttered.
"Your baby sister is in your parents' room,'' Dorjan stated simply. He pulled out a knife. Elodie's astral form appeared behind the demon on the stairs.
"SOPHIA!" she cried as her sister came to her rescue. Her astral form immediately returned as Dorjan disappeared.
"We found Jordan. Everything will be okay," Sophia said holding her sobbing sister.
Elodie glanced around the room and closed her eyes. She imagined holding the knife in her hand. A form of protection. When she opened them, she saw the knife in her hand.
"I can control my powers. I will." Elodie lay down in her bed and sighed.
Three years later, the demon's words haunted her very core. A demon as a father. A few years of training could bring out the the evil inside of you. Elodie sighed and closed her eyes. She was not evil, and evil never would exist inside her.t
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