Post by breena alyson hunter on Jan 28, 2011 16:28:43 GMT -7
welcome to Camp Rock,
BREENA ALYSON HUNTER
BREENA ALYSON HUNTER
IT WON'T BE LONG TILL THE SUMMERS GONE
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NICKNAMES: hunter, bree
AGE: seventeen
BIRTH DATE: April 7th
HOMETOWN: town you come from
SEXUAL ORIENTATION: heterosexual
MEMBER GROUP: singer
FACE CLAIM: Selena Gomez
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HOLD ON TIGHT, IT'S A CRAZY NIGHT
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DISLIKES: people messing with her family, arrogant people, cherries, the smell of pineapples, being yelled at, being thought badly of, being alone, silence
PERSONALITY:
Breena is a very gracious person, some even say she's the most gracious out of the three triplets. She's a very loveable and innocent girl. She's always trying to look for the best in people, no matter how bad they seem. She doesn't give up easily, and sometimes it can be a bad trait. She's a very honest person and will give her opinion about something, no matter if someone wants to hear it or not. Sometimes it hurts people, but she thinks that that is just how life is. She will be the first person to go and sit with someone that is sitting alone. She loves to help people, and is sometimes considered too caring. She cares about alot of people, even the people that hate her the most. Sometimes, she's bossy, but mainly it's just to her siblings. She wants the best for them, being the eldest out of them all, even if it isn't by much. She doesn't try to make decisions for her siblings, but she does state advice, even when her sisters don't want them. She tends to boss her little brother around, but she doesn't think anything about it. She's very protective of her family, especially her little brother.
FAMILY:
mother - Stephanie Marie Hunter, 52
father - Daniel Sean Hunter, 48
siblings - Katherine Marie Hunter, 17
Breland Diane Hunter, 17
--- --- Hunter, 15
HISTORY:
Breena Alyson Hunter is the oldest of the three Hunter triplets, and probably the most overprotective. She was born to Daniel and Stephanie Hunter on April 7th in Dallas, Texas. She grew up in a large house with her sisters, and two years after they were born came --- --- Hunter. They were a very close knit family, I guess you could say. They were also very music oriented. Their mother was the one that got them into music, especially singing, having always sang around the house. She taught them to go for their dreams, and to never give up. She will never forget what her mother would always said, and she intends to live out her dreams.
Now, her mother may have been the one to sing, but her father had been the one to show the siblings how to play piano and guitar. She wasn't much of a daddy's girl, always wanting to be independent, but she stuck close to him. She usually sticks to the piano, but she also likes the guitar. When she got into highschool, she met a sweet girl named Victoria, and she was a dancer. She's the one that got Breena involved in dancing, and she soon fell inlove with it. But, back to the family. She was the one that caused the fights sometimes, I guess you could say, having been the one to give her opinion and advice, and having the tendency to boss them around. When she fought with Katherine, it was always the worst, it was like world war three, some people would say.
Now, the reason that she came to Camp Rock, is because she'd heard such great things, and being so involved in music, she begged her parents and her sisters to go. It took a while to convince them, but they were finally able to go. She loves going to Camp Rock, but she hates leaving Texas to go.
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AGE: sixteen
TIMEZONE: eastern!
RANDOM FACT: i don't like most red foods.
ROLEPLAYING EXAMPLE:
Life was interesting sometimes. It could be great one minute... but then you could be begging for mercy the next. It's often how teenagers ended up in Hawthorne. Some people just couldn't handle that aspect of life; instead, they would turn to drugs, alcohol, suicide. Anything that could help them forget why they were begging for that mercy at that moment in time. It didn't always work, however. If it did, half of the worlds' population probably wouldn't even be here right now. They'd be buried in the ground, dead. Lifeless. Even sometimes forgotten. It was a sad way to look at things, yes, but it was the truth. You can't always escape the truth, no matter how hard you try. It was almost impossible.
The young girl had just gotten out of class; her science class. The class that usually drains her of all her energy. But, not today. Today, she was pretty much alive. Maybe it was because she'd found out she could play in the music room anytime that she needed and/or wanted. Yes, that had to be it. There was no other good reason for her to be. She was ready, anxious even, to go back to the musicroom and play that baby grande piano they had in the back. It had been a long time, well not too long, only months, since she'd laid her hands on the keys of a piano. She'd been stuck to her guitar.
Nothing beat piano, though. It was her complete passion. She could play piano all day and never get tired of it.
She walked to her dorm and laid all of her homework on her bed, planning on doing it later that night, when she'd get back from playing. Some of it was easy, so she knew it wouldn't take her all night. She opened back up the door and left, such as quickly as she'd come. Her boots made a clacking sound as she walked down the hallways, having been wearing heeled boots that day, and she let out a sigh, the sound annoying her. Finally, she'd made it to the room and quietly pulled the door open.
No one seemed to be in there, that was a good thing on her part. She wanted the time to herself, just to play, hear the melodic notes ring out of the instrument. She pushed some hair behind her ear and made her way to the back of the room, seeing the baby grande piano. A soft smile came to her lips and she walked over there, sitting down on the stool. She warmed up her fingers by doing a few scales, before taking in a breath. For a moment, it was just silence, before she began to play a song she'd learned off of Youtube. "Angels Softly Whispered To Me" was the name and she'd fallen in love with it the moment that she'd heard the first note off of the piano.
The young girl had just gotten out of class; her science class. The class that usually drains her of all her energy. But, not today. Today, she was pretty much alive. Maybe it was because she'd found out she could play in the music room anytime that she needed and/or wanted. Yes, that had to be it. There was no other good reason for her to be. She was ready, anxious even, to go back to the musicroom and play that baby grande piano they had in the back. It had been a long time, well not too long, only months, since she'd laid her hands on the keys of a piano. She'd been stuck to her guitar.
Nothing beat piano, though. It was her complete passion. She could play piano all day and never get tired of it.
She walked to her dorm and laid all of her homework on her bed, planning on doing it later that night, when she'd get back from playing. Some of it was easy, so she knew it wouldn't take her all night. She opened back up the door and left, such as quickly as she'd come. Her boots made a clacking sound as she walked down the hallways, having been wearing heeled boots that day, and she let out a sigh, the sound annoying her. Finally, she'd made it to the room and quietly pulled the door open.
No one seemed to be in there, that was a good thing on her part. She wanted the time to herself, just to play, hear the melodic notes ring out of the instrument. She pushed some hair behind her ear and made her way to the back of the room, seeing the baby grande piano. A soft smile came to her lips and she walked over there, sitting down on the stool. She warmed up her fingers by doing a few scales, before taking in a breath. For a moment, it was just silence, before she began to play a song she'd learned off of Youtube. "Angels Softly Whispered To Me" was the name and she'd fallen in love with it the moment that she'd heard the first note off of the piano.
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