Post by mitchie ann torres on Jan 27, 2011 12:59:16 GMT -7
welcome to Camp Rock,
MITCHIE ANN TORRES
MITCHIE ANN TORRES
IT WON'T BE LONG TILL THE SUMMERS GONE
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NICKNAMES: none
AGE: sixteen
BIRTH DATE: march 29th
HOMETOWN: burbank, california
SEXUAL ORIENTATION: heterosexual
MEMBER GROUP: singer/musician
FACE CLAIM: demi lovato
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HOLD ON TIGHT, IT'S A CRAZY NIGHT
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DISLIKES: liars, cheaters, fakes, writer's block, theft, hiding who she is, attitude, people who are full of themselves
PERSONALITY: she's only sixteen, and part of that makes her just like every other teenaged girl. she wants to make it in the music buisiness, she wants to be a rockstar. what kid at that age doesn't? the difference with mitchie is that she's incredibly dedicated to her music, to the point that she begged her parents to send her to camp rock this summer so that she could do nothing but play and sing and write all summer long. but she's also a girl with a dream, which makes her rather adventurous and fun to be around. she enjoys the company of her friends, especially those who are incredibly close to her, and would rather jump in a lake with them then go to a movie premiere anyday.
unknown to many people, mitchie also has a side to her that she rarely lets out for people to see. she's a bit of a romantic, which is why she refuses to admit that she likes shane. he seems like a jerk to people, but there's something about him that just calls out to her. but she's also vulnerable to hurt, like any other girl. her self confidence isn't that great from being viewed as an outcast at school, and camp rock is one of the few places that she can feel like herself, a normal girl who is surrounded by people who appreciate her for being her.
FAMILY: connie torres. mother. camp cook
david torres. father. hardware store owner
HISTORY:
mitchie was the only child born to connie and daivd torres, who decided after her that they did not require anymore children to make their family complete. she grew up happy and healthy, never wanting anything that they could not provide for her, and because of their love, mitchie became a relatively unspoiled child. she went to school, discovered music, and thus began a love that all children develop in their younger years.
but when mitchie was sixteen, she learned of a place called camp rock, a summer camp designed for kids to pursue their love of music, fashion or even dance. immediately her interest was sparked and she begged her parents to let her go. and just when it looked like she'd be stuck at home flipping burgers all summer, connie got the job of the camp cook, allowing mitchie to go at a reduced rate as long as she agreed to help her mother in the kitchen. it was there that she met shane gray for the very first time, having believed him to be a pompous rockstar who cared for nobody but himself. add in the drama that she had with tess, who saw her as a threat, and mitchie knew that it was going to be an interesting summer.
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GIVE IN, OR GET OUT
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AGE: old enough
TIMEZONE: eastern
RANDOM FACT: i'm a singer myself
ROLEPLAYING EXAMPLE:
Was it wise for Isabelle to be on the floor? Probably not, seeing as how the cafe was still full of clients and staff. And despite the fact that it was slowly beginning to clear out for the night, there were still people around who could cause accidents far worse then the one she was trying to clean up. And of course, with her luck, she was bound to cause some kind of accident that would create more chaos then was already existant in the cafe that evening. Still she could hear those people at the other table, chatting and laughing away as before, and a part of Belle wanted to roll her eyes. She had lost track of the time hours ago, long before those people had even walked in the door, but looking up to catch a glance at the window at the front of the cafe, she was more then aware of the fact that it was growing later and later. The sun had already set, leaving only the smallest hints of orange and yellow in the sky that was otherwise growing dark and dotted with stars. Oh yes, it was defnitely nearing the time to turn that sign around and close up for the night.
Tycho. Of all the people she could have taken down, it was Tycho, the chef. Not that there was anything wrong with that, she quickly told herself, glancing down at the shattered glasses she now had to pick up. She felt awful for having taken him out, but at the same time, she thought that perhaps it was the best thing. A few of the others who worked at the cafe might not have been so kind to her after she had gotten in the way like that, but Tycho was a real sweetheart. And a flirt, she reminded herself with a smile. He'd picked himself up without allowing her to help much, and she couldn't help but laugh a little as she rolled her eyes, listening to him hit on her as if it was the most natural thing in the world. "That's a line if I ever heard it," she said, brushing the back of her wrist against her forehead to brush away the stray lock of hair that had stuck itself to her skin. "What are you doing out here? You're generally back in the kitchens." And generally that was true. The chefs spent far more time in the kitchens then the waitresses did, though they did cross over on occasion to deliver larger orders. And in reality, Tycho was the best one for lending a hand, the one that Belle had come to know could be asked for something before some of the others.
Belle knelt down in the carpet and started picking up some of the larger bits of class in her hands, glad that the had the towel in her hands despite the stickiness of the wine that she could feel sinking into her skin. She lay the pieces inside the cloth, knowing that they would be safely out of harms way if she didn't have to worry about cutting herself. Goodness knew she'd already done enough damage for one night. "Are you sure you're alright?" she asked, biting her lower lip a little nervously as she turned her head to glance up at him. "I should have waited until everyone was out for the night. I'm really, really sorry that I tripped you like that." Yes, she was still feeling bad for it. She'd caused enough of a scene that she saw the table from earlier looking over when they thought she wasn't paying attention, and it caused her face to flush brightly as she quickly lowered her eyes and resumed picking up the pieces, eyes searching for those tiny fragments that might cause problems for the staff later on.
Oh well, that meant she'd be using the vaccum later on.
Fatigue was beginning to settle in as the time seemed to drag on. It had been a long day, a day that didn't feel like it was drawing to a close anytime soon, with a constant rush of people moving in and out of the cafe doors. She looked forward to the time when everything would begin to shut down, but with a quickly glance upward at the still busy table, she groaned a little. Dessert was only just being served to them, in addition to move coffee mugs as they were brought in and the empty ones cleared away. "Is this night ever going to be over?" she muttered to herself, tucking a loose strand of hair behind her ear.
Tycho. Of all the people she could have taken down, it was Tycho, the chef. Not that there was anything wrong with that, she quickly told herself, glancing down at the shattered glasses she now had to pick up. She felt awful for having taken him out, but at the same time, she thought that perhaps it was the best thing. A few of the others who worked at the cafe might not have been so kind to her after she had gotten in the way like that, but Tycho was a real sweetheart. And a flirt, she reminded herself with a smile. He'd picked himself up without allowing her to help much, and she couldn't help but laugh a little as she rolled her eyes, listening to him hit on her as if it was the most natural thing in the world. "That's a line if I ever heard it," she said, brushing the back of her wrist against her forehead to brush away the stray lock of hair that had stuck itself to her skin. "What are you doing out here? You're generally back in the kitchens." And generally that was true. The chefs spent far more time in the kitchens then the waitresses did, though they did cross over on occasion to deliver larger orders. And in reality, Tycho was the best one for lending a hand, the one that Belle had come to know could be asked for something before some of the others.
Belle knelt down in the carpet and started picking up some of the larger bits of class in her hands, glad that the had the towel in her hands despite the stickiness of the wine that she could feel sinking into her skin. She lay the pieces inside the cloth, knowing that they would be safely out of harms way if she didn't have to worry about cutting herself. Goodness knew she'd already done enough damage for one night. "Are you sure you're alright?" she asked, biting her lower lip a little nervously as she turned her head to glance up at him. "I should have waited until everyone was out for the night. I'm really, really sorry that I tripped you like that." Yes, she was still feeling bad for it. She'd caused enough of a scene that she saw the table from earlier looking over when they thought she wasn't paying attention, and it caused her face to flush brightly as she quickly lowered her eyes and resumed picking up the pieces, eyes searching for those tiny fragments that might cause problems for the staff later on.
Oh well, that meant she'd be using the vaccum later on.
Fatigue was beginning to settle in as the time seemed to drag on. It had been a long day, a day that didn't feel like it was drawing to a close anytime soon, with a constant rush of people moving in and out of the cafe doors. She looked forward to the time when everything would begin to shut down, but with a quickly glance upward at the still busy table, she groaned a little. Dessert was only just being served to them, in addition to move coffee mugs as they were brought in and the empty ones cleared away. "Is this night ever going to be over?" she muttered to herself, tucking a loose strand of hair behind her ear.
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