Post by Bridget Collins on Jun 16, 2006 13:53:35 GMT -5
Full Name: Bridget Hayden Collins
Nickname(s): Bee; Bridge [for a select few]; Collins
Age: 15
Grade: Sophomore
Clique: Well…Bridget gets along with most people, without being a snob or anything. You could say she’s a Popular Individual.
Appearance (1-2 paragraphs): The image of a purely innocent girl is clearly conveyed in Bridget Collins. However, don’t be fooled by her looks - Bridget’s more than she appears to be.
Layered, light brown hair that falls to her shoulders is a trait inherited from her father; though a tint lighter than his. The brown is light, with dark chocolate, natural highlights mixed in. Healthy-looking and slightly shiny; Bridget takes extremely good care of her hair. Split ends are nonexistent, as are broken strands. Normally, Bridget tends to keep her locks straight, though she will often pull them back into braids or a ponytail - something simple to keep it out of her way.
Dark, round, orb-like eyes stare back at anything looking at them. The colour is that of dark chocolate, though towards the pupils, the irises are more of a golden colour. Bridget’s eyes have the ability to express emotions - intensity, happiness, and malice can all easily find their way to the disks within seconds, and her eyes are often compared to a tumultuous storm; though normally, they portray the look of someone extremely happy, as she tends to laugh a lot. Though, however odd-looking as they may be, Bridget’s eyes are actually very lovely, and one of the traits she had inherited from her mother.
A heart-shaped face adds even more to Bridget’s contradictory look. Heart-shaped and with a long neck, her face is full of pretty, delicate features - a straight, small nose; full lips; naturally tinted cheeks. High cheekbones sometimes give her a look of snobbishness, but contrasting pale, pink lips contradict them.
Her body stature is admirable for a fifteen-year-old girl. She stands quite short at 5’2, but that doesn’t stop Bridget. With noticeable curves, she has an hourglass shape, and dresses it well. Clothes in her closet may range from jeans to sundresses, depending on what day you look through it. Bridget has a well-proportioned body, though her legs are slightly longer than normal.
Her skin is tanned and smooth, and hardly ever holds up blemishes, even freckles. There are girls that claim Bridget’s skin unnatural and too brown to be real, but she doesn’t care; nor does she let them live with that. Bridget is just that - herself - and even her appearance won’t change for the likes of you.
Clothing Style: Everything! Bridget has a multitude of eclectic clothing ranging from preppy to rocker to vintage.
Interesting Clothing Facts: She loves to layer, and does so often. Her most prized possession clothing-wise is a key necklace that her father gave her as a young girl.
Personality (1-3 paragraphs): There’s always going to be that one girl, no matter where you go - you know, the rebellious, natural leader that goes around shouting at whoever she wants, whenever she pleases, for whatever reason. Some may crown her as the ‘local loony’, while others may befriend her. Well, that description definitely fits Bridget Collins - though Bridget is also one of a kind.
Charismatic and enthusiastic, she’s a natural leader, and people naturally seem to elect her, or to put her in charge. Bridget loves being the head of everything; she was practically born for being the queen of all operations. In fact, she’s somewhat of a control freak, and tends not to listen extremely well to authority. Some may call her a little rebel, and she is, in her own right. When Bridget doesn’t think something’s fair, she’ll go right out and tell you - most likely, she’ll protest or start a rebellion.
Honesty is also key trait with Bridget Collins, though her type of truthfulness is more referred to as being completely blunt. Though extremely intelligent, she likes to get her point across, whether you like it or not; and Bridget hates waiting. She’s very likely to tell someone who’s annoying her, "If you don't move your ass, I'll shove you off a cliff”, or something equally blunt.
Because of this, some people might brand Bridget as a generally mean, nasty girl. Sometimes, that’s true, but more often than not, Bridget’s a pleasant, amusing girl. She loves to laugh, and goofs off more she’s serious. Actually, come to think of it, Bridget’s hardly ever serious. The girl lives for the day, not for tomorrow, and can’t stand people who don’t just kick back and have a good time.
Popular might be one of the terms used to describe Bridget Collins, though not in the sense like everyone-pretends-to-like-her-because-she’s-a-beautiful-bitch-but-everyone-really-hates-her sense, but in the sense as she’s truly liked by her peers. Maybe it’s her party-ish, hilarious attitude and amusing antics; perhaps she’s simply a likeable person. Either way, Bridget’s not lacking in the friends department.
Stubborn and hotheaded, the girl has quite the temper. Never one to take no for an answer, she’s extremely persistent and determined with what she wants. However, once Bee’s made up her mind, it’s not likely she’ll change it anytime soon. Iron-willed but stubborn and impatient as hell, people easily get tired of her demanding, I’m-not-waiting-so-hurry-the-hell-up attitude.
A talkative, naturally funny person, she’s sometimes branded as a class clown. Bridget’s that hyper girl dancing in front of the camera, not giving a crap about what you think. She’s the star of her own show, and she knows just how insane she really is. Bridget’s just…well, obnoxious, loud and in-your-face. She’s herself, that’s for sure.
Overall, Bridget Collins is definitely one in a million. Don’t like her? In her very own words: “Bummer. Sucks for you!”
History/Background (2-4 paragraphs): Irish teenager Kevin Collins was ready to see the world. He’d just graduated high school, and was looking forward to spending a few years in the United States, going to a prestigious college in California. The handsome brunette did love his home of the Emerald Isle, but he was ready to see new places, to meet knew people. The first ‘new person’ he met was Madeline Crane.
Maddie Crane was…well…definitely herself. Never one for backing down on herself or her opinions, it was a wonder she wasn’t expelled from Stanford yet. The pretty blonde was extremely smart, though very obnoxious and funny. On her first day of college, the 18-year-old was already ranting about the injustice of the American school system, and equally stupid arguments. She was so busy annoying herself that Maddie literally bumped into a fellow freshman.
The first meeting of Kevin and Madeline wasn’t exactly romantic. Rather, it was awkward; as they’d fallen right on top of each other. It wasn’t love at first sight, though it was an immediate friendship, and they bonded over the newness of college. The down-to-earth Irishman and the crazy southern belle clicked on the spot, and became close friends.
The future Collins’s didn’t realize just how extensive their friendship was until a very random December day. Maddie was complaining about the cold [again], and Kevin was sick of her rants [for once]. He needed a way to shut her up. And, though he was a bright boy, he picked a very stupid, odd way to do it. He…he kissed her. Yep, totally cliché, and totally random. But it seemed to work. Before they knew it, Maddie and Kevin were married, and deciding where to start their life after college.
Finally, they settled on Ireland. Kevin loved his hometown of Dublin, and Madeline was eager to go. So she followed him to the Emerald Isle, where they spent a few years. But the young blonde soon grew homesick, and longed to move back to the United States, “where they drive on the right side of the road!” Kevin, being the good guy he was, finally gave up. The Collins’s were back in California.
However, during the move, Maddie was discovered pregnant with her first child. Not to long after, she gave birth to a baby girl in Los Angeles during the move - Bianca Kate Collins. Bianca was followed two years later by Bridget Keely Collins, another girl, while the family was on vacation in Ireland.
The girls got along well from the start. Bianca seemed to be the quieter, wiser one; Bridget was the louder, more obnoxious one. As a little girl, Bee (as she was sometimes called) was always doing stupid stunts - and, somehow, pulling them off. Climbing trees, jumping off swings, and doing anything and everything against the rules led to broken arms and legs. By the time she was ten, Bridget had broken 6 bones total. Talk about your disaster child.
Besides being a handful at home, Bridget was also a wild child at school. Teachers had the hardest time controlling her, sending her home with various notes and detentions of all lengths. No one quite knew what to do with the feisty brunette, who was finally sent to a doctor for tests of ADHD. The results came back positive, though even medicine didn’t seem to slow down or relax Bridget. If anything, it gave her an excuse to speed up.
When Bee was twelve, Bianca entered high school. She started at a very modern, technologically advanced school, San Diego High. Bridget, however, was stuck at a private middle school, still with no hopes of calming down. Though her junior high years were an exceptional low, even for Bee - the prissy, preppy girls couldn’t stand her; neither could the teachers.
Finally, Bridget turned 14, and entered Hamilton High School in her freshman year. This year’s her second year, and somehow, the girl’s managed not to be expelled. But who knows; that could easily change…
Likes (3+): shopping, laughing, playing soccer and basketball, being around friends, running
Dislikes (3+): idiots, hypocrites, control freaks…though, she can be one
Hobbies (3+): playing guitar, hanging out with friends, soccer, basketball, running
Quirks/Habits: tends to be elected Leader in group situations. Oh, and she’s a nail-biter. Nasty habit, but one she’s had for years upon years.
Secret Word: ...
Sample RP: The Forbidden Forest - who knew three words could instill such terror in the hearts of young students? It amused Ava to no end. The young children were so scared by the prospect of even entering the woods, fearing the fabled acromantuals and unicorns. But Ava Rosier, for one, wasn’t worried in the least. Ava had spent a great deal of time in the forest before, and she wasn’t about to stop now.
And today, the sight of the looming evergreens put just as much excitement into Ava’s veins as ever. They looked so dark, so inviting. The pretty young girl couldn’t help but smile evilly at the sight, hoping that no prefects were around to catch her skipping class - though, to be perfectly honest, Ava didn’t normally skip class. She, unlike fellow Slytherins, rather enjoyed torturing the professors with her quick-as-a-whip mind - something that annoyed them and amused Ava Rosier to no end.
Upon reaching the edge of the underbrush, Ava pulled the hood of her black cloak over her brunette head. If she was going to do this, she might as well do it right - so no one could catch her on her little escapades. The cloak trick was something her father had taught her over the holidays, ‘in case you ever wanted to use it’. The thought of her father teaching her how to and how not to skip class made Ava laugh. Most fatherss got made if their child skipped class; hers gave her tips on how to. Just an example of the odd-ness of the Rosiers.
The cool forest air felt good against Ava’s skin, and she wandered over to a particularly tall tree. With a small sigh, the girl climbed up onto one of the lower branches, letting the hood of her cloak finally fall as she reached a position invisible to those wandering through the forest. Closing one eye sleepily, Ava looked onto the splendor of the forest. Today had been the perfect day to skip, and she wasn’t going to waste it with pointless actions. No, no was the time to rest peacefully, for once in her sixteen-year-old life.
Nickname(s): Bee; Bridge [for a select few]; Collins
Age: 15
Grade: Sophomore
Clique: Well…Bridget gets along with most people, without being a snob or anything. You could say she’s a Popular Individual.
Appearance (1-2 paragraphs): The image of a purely innocent girl is clearly conveyed in Bridget Collins. However, don’t be fooled by her looks - Bridget’s more than she appears to be.
Layered, light brown hair that falls to her shoulders is a trait inherited from her father; though a tint lighter than his. The brown is light, with dark chocolate, natural highlights mixed in. Healthy-looking and slightly shiny; Bridget takes extremely good care of her hair. Split ends are nonexistent, as are broken strands. Normally, Bridget tends to keep her locks straight, though she will often pull them back into braids or a ponytail - something simple to keep it out of her way.
Dark, round, orb-like eyes stare back at anything looking at them. The colour is that of dark chocolate, though towards the pupils, the irises are more of a golden colour. Bridget’s eyes have the ability to express emotions - intensity, happiness, and malice can all easily find their way to the disks within seconds, and her eyes are often compared to a tumultuous storm; though normally, they portray the look of someone extremely happy, as she tends to laugh a lot. Though, however odd-looking as they may be, Bridget’s eyes are actually very lovely, and one of the traits she had inherited from her mother.
A heart-shaped face adds even more to Bridget’s contradictory look. Heart-shaped and with a long neck, her face is full of pretty, delicate features - a straight, small nose; full lips; naturally tinted cheeks. High cheekbones sometimes give her a look of snobbishness, but contrasting pale, pink lips contradict them.
Her body stature is admirable for a fifteen-year-old girl. She stands quite short at 5’2, but that doesn’t stop Bridget. With noticeable curves, she has an hourglass shape, and dresses it well. Clothes in her closet may range from jeans to sundresses, depending on what day you look through it. Bridget has a well-proportioned body, though her legs are slightly longer than normal.
Her skin is tanned and smooth, and hardly ever holds up blemishes, even freckles. There are girls that claim Bridget’s skin unnatural and too brown to be real, but she doesn’t care; nor does she let them live with that. Bridget is just that - herself - and even her appearance won’t change for the likes of you.
Clothing Style: Everything! Bridget has a multitude of eclectic clothing ranging from preppy to rocker to vintage.
Interesting Clothing Facts: She loves to layer, and does so often. Her most prized possession clothing-wise is a key necklace that her father gave her as a young girl.
Personality (1-3 paragraphs): There’s always going to be that one girl, no matter where you go - you know, the rebellious, natural leader that goes around shouting at whoever she wants, whenever she pleases, for whatever reason. Some may crown her as the ‘local loony’, while others may befriend her. Well, that description definitely fits Bridget Collins - though Bridget is also one of a kind.
Charismatic and enthusiastic, she’s a natural leader, and people naturally seem to elect her, or to put her in charge. Bridget loves being the head of everything; she was practically born for being the queen of all operations. In fact, she’s somewhat of a control freak, and tends not to listen extremely well to authority. Some may call her a little rebel, and she is, in her own right. When Bridget doesn’t think something’s fair, she’ll go right out and tell you - most likely, she’ll protest or start a rebellion.
Honesty is also key trait with Bridget Collins, though her type of truthfulness is more referred to as being completely blunt. Though extremely intelligent, she likes to get her point across, whether you like it or not; and Bridget hates waiting. She’s very likely to tell someone who’s annoying her, "If you don't move your ass, I'll shove you off a cliff”, or something equally blunt.
Because of this, some people might brand Bridget as a generally mean, nasty girl. Sometimes, that’s true, but more often than not, Bridget’s a pleasant, amusing girl. She loves to laugh, and goofs off more she’s serious. Actually, come to think of it, Bridget’s hardly ever serious. The girl lives for the day, not for tomorrow, and can’t stand people who don’t just kick back and have a good time.
Popular might be one of the terms used to describe Bridget Collins, though not in the sense like everyone-pretends-to-like-her-because-she’s-a-beautiful-bitch-but-everyone-really-hates-her sense, but in the sense as she’s truly liked by her peers. Maybe it’s her party-ish, hilarious attitude and amusing antics; perhaps she’s simply a likeable person. Either way, Bridget’s not lacking in the friends department.
Stubborn and hotheaded, the girl has quite the temper. Never one to take no for an answer, she’s extremely persistent and determined with what she wants. However, once Bee’s made up her mind, it’s not likely she’ll change it anytime soon. Iron-willed but stubborn and impatient as hell, people easily get tired of her demanding, I’m-not-waiting-so-hurry-the-hell-up attitude.
A talkative, naturally funny person, she’s sometimes branded as a class clown. Bridget’s that hyper girl dancing in front of the camera, not giving a crap about what you think. She’s the star of her own show, and she knows just how insane she really is. Bridget’s just…well, obnoxious, loud and in-your-face. She’s herself, that’s for sure.
Overall, Bridget Collins is definitely one in a million. Don’t like her? In her very own words: “Bummer. Sucks for you!”
History/Background (2-4 paragraphs): Irish teenager Kevin Collins was ready to see the world. He’d just graduated high school, and was looking forward to spending a few years in the United States, going to a prestigious college in California. The handsome brunette did love his home of the Emerald Isle, but he was ready to see new places, to meet knew people. The first ‘new person’ he met was Madeline Crane.
Maddie Crane was…well…definitely herself. Never one for backing down on herself or her opinions, it was a wonder she wasn’t expelled from Stanford yet. The pretty blonde was extremely smart, though very obnoxious and funny. On her first day of college, the 18-year-old was already ranting about the injustice of the American school system, and equally stupid arguments. She was so busy annoying herself that Maddie literally bumped into a fellow freshman.
The first meeting of Kevin and Madeline wasn’t exactly romantic. Rather, it was awkward; as they’d fallen right on top of each other. It wasn’t love at first sight, though it was an immediate friendship, and they bonded over the newness of college. The down-to-earth Irishman and the crazy southern belle clicked on the spot, and became close friends.
The future Collins’s didn’t realize just how extensive their friendship was until a very random December day. Maddie was complaining about the cold [again], and Kevin was sick of her rants [for once]. He needed a way to shut her up. And, though he was a bright boy, he picked a very stupid, odd way to do it. He…he kissed her. Yep, totally cliché, and totally random. But it seemed to work. Before they knew it, Maddie and Kevin were married, and deciding where to start their life after college.
Finally, they settled on Ireland. Kevin loved his hometown of Dublin, and Madeline was eager to go. So she followed him to the Emerald Isle, where they spent a few years. But the young blonde soon grew homesick, and longed to move back to the United States, “where they drive on the right side of the road!” Kevin, being the good guy he was, finally gave up. The Collins’s were back in California.
However, during the move, Maddie was discovered pregnant with her first child. Not to long after, she gave birth to a baby girl in Los Angeles during the move - Bianca Kate Collins. Bianca was followed two years later by Bridget Keely Collins, another girl, while the family was on vacation in Ireland.
The girls got along well from the start. Bianca seemed to be the quieter, wiser one; Bridget was the louder, more obnoxious one. As a little girl, Bee (as she was sometimes called) was always doing stupid stunts - and, somehow, pulling them off. Climbing trees, jumping off swings, and doing anything and everything against the rules led to broken arms and legs. By the time she was ten, Bridget had broken 6 bones total. Talk about your disaster child.
Besides being a handful at home, Bridget was also a wild child at school. Teachers had the hardest time controlling her, sending her home with various notes and detentions of all lengths. No one quite knew what to do with the feisty brunette, who was finally sent to a doctor for tests of ADHD. The results came back positive, though even medicine didn’t seem to slow down or relax Bridget. If anything, it gave her an excuse to speed up.
When Bee was twelve, Bianca entered high school. She started at a very modern, technologically advanced school, San Diego High. Bridget, however, was stuck at a private middle school, still with no hopes of calming down. Though her junior high years were an exceptional low, even for Bee - the prissy, preppy girls couldn’t stand her; neither could the teachers.
Finally, Bridget turned 14, and entered Hamilton High School in her freshman year. This year’s her second year, and somehow, the girl’s managed not to be expelled. But who knows; that could easily change…
Likes (3+): shopping, laughing, playing soccer and basketball, being around friends, running
Dislikes (3+): idiots, hypocrites, control freaks…though, she can be one
Hobbies (3+): playing guitar, hanging out with friends, soccer, basketball, running
Quirks/Habits: tends to be elected Leader in group situations. Oh, and she’s a nail-biter. Nasty habit, but one she’s had for years upon years.
Secret Word: ...
Sample RP: The Forbidden Forest - who knew three words could instill such terror in the hearts of young students? It amused Ava to no end. The young children were so scared by the prospect of even entering the woods, fearing the fabled acromantuals and unicorns. But Ava Rosier, for one, wasn’t worried in the least. Ava had spent a great deal of time in the forest before, and she wasn’t about to stop now.
And today, the sight of the looming evergreens put just as much excitement into Ava’s veins as ever. They looked so dark, so inviting. The pretty young girl couldn’t help but smile evilly at the sight, hoping that no prefects were around to catch her skipping class - though, to be perfectly honest, Ava didn’t normally skip class. She, unlike fellow Slytherins, rather enjoyed torturing the professors with her quick-as-a-whip mind - something that annoyed them and amused Ava Rosier to no end.
Upon reaching the edge of the underbrush, Ava pulled the hood of her black cloak over her brunette head. If she was going to do this, she might as well do it right - so no one could catch her on her little escapades. The cloak trick was something her father had taught her over the holidays, ‘in case you ever wanted to use it’. The thought of her father teaching her how to and how not to skip class made Ava laugh. Most fatherss got made if their child skipped class; hers gave her tips on how to. Just an example of the odd-ness of the Rosiers.
The cool forest air felt good against Ava’s skin, and she wandered over to a particularly tall tree. With a small sigh, the girl climbed up onto one of the lower branches, letting the hood of her cloak finally fall as she reached a position invisible to those wandering through the forest. Closing one eye sleepily, Ava looked onto the splendor of the forest. Today had been the perfect day to skip, and she wasn’t going to waste it with pointless actions. No, no was the time to rest peacefully, for once in her sixteen-year-old life.