Post by worldofwonders on Jun 12, 2010 10:48:44 GMT -5
BROOKELLE MARIE WINCHESTOR
Name: Brookelle Marie Winchestor
Nicknames: Brookie, Brooke, Elle.
Age: Nineteen
Date of Birth:June Second, 1991.
Grade: Sophomore
Orientation: Heterosexual.
Nationality: Canadian
Home Town: Ontario
Degree: Visual Arts
- Minor: Photography[/ul]
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--- FLIRTACIOUS
Brookelle's one of the girls who talks to a lot of guys, and flirts without trying. Her acts of kindness can be taken differently then the way she meant them, and it gets her in deep shit sometimes. Where ever Brooke goes, drama follows, and she's gotten used to it. She really is a sweet girl, and tries to stay out of the whole dramatic cat fights that end up traveling along side her every once in a while. She's sugar with a dash of spice and everything nice. Guys - watch out, or else her finger might end up traveling down your chest.
--- HUMOROUS
This girl knows how far to take a joke. Brookelle's never really pulled a hardcore prank on anyone that would end in someone getting hurt, emotionally or physically, although she has pulled over pranks on her family before. Brookelle's the kind of girl who laughs at guys jokes, but only the funny ones. Her sense of humor kind of reflects that of a high school boys, but she doesn't mind. She's very quick on her feet with 'that's what she said' jokes and with comebacks, and she always makes a few rude jokes to her brothers, which are quickly laughed off and forgotten. Without Brookelle's sarcasm and remarks, her friends probably wouldn't make it through the long hours of the day.
--- SHY
One of the qualities that Brookelle shares with others is her shyness. She's not a big fan of meeting people, infact, on her facebook she became a fan of 'staying quiet during introductions to create an awkward pause'. Brookelle is usually only shy when there's a lot of people in the group with her, and they're not talking with her. In those moments, she's in no mood to interrupt them, talk with them, or get to know them. Although she's quiet when in big groups of strangers, she doesn't let it affect her when she's with one unknown face.
--- EASILY INFLUENCED
In Elementary school and middle school, it was hard for Brookelle to blend in with all the rest. In high school, she was pressured into the use of marijuana and whatnot, but there was always something that kept her from alcoholic beverages. She didn't mind that it was illegal, and yet she still got hooked onto using drugs. Even still, she is influenced without effort by her peers that she wouldn't do without the pressure drifting off of their lips.
--- ANGER
Brookelle has some anger issues, induced by her father abusing her brothers when she was younger. Seeing as how she would never want to turn out like her dad, she strays away from taking it out on the people around her. Instead, she usually screams into her pillows and throws stuff at the walls, and sometimes goes out for a smoke depending on how enraged she is at the moment. Brookelle tries to manage her anger, but it's harder than it looks.
LIKES: veggie burgers. smoking. drugs. awkward phrases. dancing. photography. black and white. red lipstick. colorful makeup. interesting names. corsets. hair dye. vegetarians. unusual haircuts. Jesus. awkward poses. painting. Alex Pardee. powerade. photo editing. writing. skirts. jeans. shopping. accesories. Brooklynn. Canada.
DISLIKES: alcohol. meat. school. stubborn people. barbeque. the color blue. being yelled at. picky people. prudes. roses. dandelions. bugs.
On the stormy night of June second, 1990, a couple was blessed with an adorable baby girl named Brookelle in Ontario. They had two sons previously, one a year before(Marc William Winchestor), another four years before(Anthony 'Ace' Winchestor). Eventually, they had another son around three years later(Michael Kurt Winchestor). They were a complete family.
Brookelle's father, William Scott Winchestor, was an alcoholic who worked for an art company in Ontario, Canada. When Brookie was four, his addiction to alcohol had gotten worse, and he ended up getting fired from his job. He was easily angered by his family, provoked by every little thing the children did. He ended up abusing the older boys, leaving them scarred for life. Once their mother, Julia Wilson Winchestor, discovered this, she divorced William and moved down to Philadelphia, Pennyslvania, where her children could grow up safely away from the abuse.
Philadelphia was the kids fresh slate. It's where they had their first kisses, first crushes, first driving lessons, first experience in public school(they were homeschooled previously), first chance at drugs. Brookelle was only fifteen when she started smoking pot and snorting cocaine with a few of her friends and her brother Marc. She quit whenever she turned sixteen, and realized it was ruining her life. She is currently on and off. When Brookelle was seventeen, she had recieved her Visual Arts scholarship to Emerson College of Arts and her father had came down to the states to check up on his "family". He had nearly convinced her to move back, but the memories of him abusing her brothers was too overwhelming. Eventually, Julia found another boyfriend, one by the name of Jameson Ledeaux who moved to Philly from a city in Louisianna. Jameson(or "James") proposed to Julia, and she accepted. They're currently engaged.
Why Emerson?
Brookelle chose Emerson for two reasons. The first one is more influential for her, and it displays how much she dislikes her father. It was either Emerson or back to her abusive, unemployed, alcoholic father in Canada, and she wasn't just going to walk into her old house and say, "hey dad! Time for me to work at a convience store to help you pay off the bills!" Brooke's second reason is pretty good, too. Her decision to go to Emerson was made up by her passion for Visual Arts, and the fact that it's in her town. She wouldn't have to move, go back to an abusive father, go out of her way to get there, or anything.
With her brown hair cascading down her back, June danced along the corridor with euphoria in her step. She was excited for Valentines Day whether or not she had someone to celebrate it. The day gave her a sense of compassion and high spirits, something that she didn't experience often even with a lover. She loved seeing the young couples out and about, exchanging gifts and sharing little pecks. If there was a word for loving love, it would be pasted on her forehead with superglue. And my dear chum, love was in the air. She could smell it.
The heart-shaped lollipop twirled in the young girls mouth as she pranced her way to the courtyard for her afternoon lounging time. June had spent the earlier day skipping around the halls and annoying random kids, but those few minutes were over. She was now taking a stroll to find a partner for the day, even if it meant getting to know their personalities. She was sick and tired of being the 'relationship-wise awkward' kid at Beauxbatons. She wanted to be a normal girl who had a boy at her hip, a girl who wasn't spending Valentines Day watching couples kiss and giggling at incredibly awkward couples. Or at least she wanted to do that while spending time with a boy, unless she was going to be forced to become lesbian. "I think I have heart disease," she whispered to herself as she sat down on a bench in the courtyard. "Nobody would ever dare to date me."
The wind blew overhead, causing her hair to malfunction. June was beginning to dislike the afternoon already, but she knew she'd have to be patient. She was probably overreacting on the whole thing - heart disease wasn't a probable reason for why boys didn't like her. They saw her as 'one of the guys' instead of a girl that loves to be held and tickled. She was a playful girl, not a butched up lady. She needed to be seen from a new perspective, something that didn't happen often. Her mind was poking around at the idea that maybe someone thought differently from everyone else, just like her. She knew it was impossible, but that's why there's always hope.
Thoughts flooded through her head as June pondered the idea of Valentines Day. She loved it, sure, but she wasn't really sure why it was there. Was it invented to torture the kids who weren't loving one another? Was it's purpose fully dedicated on spreading love and joy? She wasn't sure what it was that dwelled in her mind that caused her to believe that maybe it was a torturous holiday, but she also wasn't sure what it was that made her think that it was such a loving day to celebrate. She wanted so desperately for someone to fill in the blanks for her, to teach her their ways. She just wanted someone to tell her that maybe it was just an inbetween day, that she could think of it however she wanted to. A person who wouldn't put a gun to her head and tell her that Valentines Day was one way or another, meant to cherish love or destroy a soul.
[/size][/center][/justify]Hi, I'm Sarah and I'm Fourteen years old. I'm an organized mess, with a dash of awkwardness. This is my first application. I found Failure's Not Flattering from CAUTION 2.0.
