Brigitte Katsaros
Mar 24, 2009 12:42:41 GMT -5
Post by Brigitte Katsaros on Mar 24, 2009 12:42:41 GMT -5
YOURSELF
NAME
Marie
AGE
bwa
GENDER
haha
CHARACTER
NAME
Brigitte 'Bree' Katrina Georgina Katsaros
AGE AND GRADE
Seventeen / Sophomore
GENDER
Female
SEXUAL ORIENTATION
Bisexual
TALENT
Music
LOOK-A-LIKE
Stacey Farber
PERSONALITY
The best way to describe Brigitte's personality would probably be active. She has troubles standing still, and spends most of her time running around, whether it's for sports or just for the fun of it. Every morning, she is up with sunrise to do at least half an hour of jogging around the school grounds before taking a cold shower and eating breakfast. She is, however, extremely clumsy. Not one day goes without her falling down or tripping over something, and she tends to have bruises on her legs and arms without even remembering where they came from. She is a bit light headed and often loses herself in her own world, which causes the many falling and bumping accidents that occur through the day. She is an outspoken girl, not afraid to speak what it on her mind, and very friendly. She makes friends fast and easily, but she also makes enemies just as fast and easily. She doesn't really mind, to her life is too short to bother with negative feelings and she tries to avoid them as often as she possibly can, but if other people want to live with those, then she can't do anything to help them.
Though she has a very strong personality, she is still a very gentle person and a sweet girl. She wears her heart on her sleeve and will help mostly anyone who asks her to, and she has more problems with seeing a friend of hers hurt than being hurt herself. In spite of her being very outgoing and friendly, one thing she doesn't talk a lot about is herself. She doesn't like thinking back on her past life, and usually pretends it never happened - most people, even some of her closest friends, believe that her parents are still alive, and that it's with them that she lives in Arizona, not her grandparents. She prefers it that way, not wanting to deal with the pity and all of those crappy emotions people feel for those who have lost someone. She still has the box of photos that was found in the fire with her, hidden in the back of her closet, and she takes them out ever so often when she feels alone or sad. It makes her feel as though she's with them again.
APPEARANCE
If someone was made to search for a Greek feature within Brigitte, they would probably never find one. With bright red hair and brown eyes, she takes after her mother from head to toe, light golden freckles dusted across her rosy skin. Rather small, she stands at merely five feet two inches, and though she has a rather round face, she has a slim body, with all the right curves in the right places. She's not one to mind a lot if she doesn't look like she ought to, having been used to play outside and get dirty all of her childhood. She bites her nails a lot, and they often end up dirty because she's a sports lover and has no problems with throwing herself to the ground if it'll help stop the ball or reach a base. She has a rather toned body from all the exercise she does, though her muscles don't really show, but it would probably be hard to find much fat anywhere on her body.
Clothing style isn't something she cares too much for. As a child, she was usually wearing a plain t-shirt with jeans all through the day, and very rarely anything that resembled a skirt or a dress. When she moved with her grandparents, however, she was made to wear clothes that seemed to fit a lot more on a woman of fifty years old than on her. She is still forced to follow those rules when at home, but she used a lot of her allowance buying herself new clothes that she wears at the Academy - mostly jeans, some of them ripped at the knees from the amount of times she falls down, and she mostly goes for darker shirts. Though she has found over the years that certain articles of clothing do make her look better than others, she couldn't be qualified as a tomboy in the way she dresses, some of her outfits having a more feminine edge to them, but in the end it's just not that big a deal for her.
HISTORY
On the 27th of March 1991, Brigitte Katrina Georgina Katsaros was born to Yannis and Ashleigh Katsaros in the city of Argostoli, situated on the island of Kefalonia, Greece. The young couple, respectively twenty-two and twenty when their daughter was born, had met during a group travel through England, and young Ashleigh, rebel at heart, decided not to return to her country in order to follow the boy she'd fallen in love with back to his hometown. Yannis had grown up mostly by himself since the age of fifteen, when his parents had both died, leaving him without family, and he'd worked hard to build himself a life to speak of. He now lived in a small, not very well kept house, but it was enough for the two lovers who could hardly see past each other's eyes. Married within a month, Ashleigh had just turned twenty when she learnt of the pregnancy, and though money was not affluent, they couldn't have been happier. Brigitte was born in a very loving household, if not rich, and grew up surrounded by all a child could ever desire.
She was a very bright and happy toddler, waddling and running about from the moment she could stand on her two legs. She often raised questions - looking at her, nobody could have ever believed she was of Greek descent, but Yannis himself being only half greek, half french, she took a lot more after her caucasian genetics, and was probably the only freckled redheaded child to speak of in the entire city, if not on the whole island. That obvious difference from the other children she played with never bothered her. She spent her entire days outside, by the sea or in the center of the city, playing with other children, running around and chasing one another, and came home at night breathless, sunburnt but happy, practically falling asleep in the dinner plate her mother served her. She was loved and loving.
At the age of six, her parents noticed a certain talent for music. She'd always had a strong, clear voice, but it was soon found that playing most instruments came as naturally to her as singing and running around. Eager to develop that talent, they scraped up their economies and bought the young girl an old, worn guitar and a few parts of a drum set, which she found herself much more interested in. It was when she turned eight that her life changed completely. One day that she was out playing by the sea with some of her friends, voices raised in the city, calling loudly, and turning around the children saw nothing but the dark cloud of black smoke raising in the air. They raced back home as quickly as their small legs could carry them, but it was no use - Brigitte no longer had a home to race to, and her parents had perished in the fire. Like her father before her, she found herself alone in the world, without anything to speak of but an old box of photos that had survived the tragedy and the darkened guitar.
She was offered shelter by many good hearted neighbors who were like family to her, but it didn't last long - it was soon discovered that the child was not alone in the world, and the custody went to her American grandparents she had never before seen or hardly ever heard of. She was sent to live in Phoenix, Arizona, and it was not hard to see for her why her mother had not felt much pain when abandoning her old life. The house she found herself staring at was probably bigger than her old home would have been if it'd been multiplied four times, but the grandeur of it didn't help the shudders that its bareness gave. Her lifestyle changed entirely - she was no longer allowed outside unless she had done her school work, which she was one year late on, as if there wasn't enough room for picking on already at school, and she was not allowed off the house property. Her free and loving life turned to a strict and mannerish one, and the change was far from being appreciated, but she knew she could not fight against it.
The only good aspect within it all was that her grandparents - Albert and Patricia - encouraged her musical talent, though they were a bit appaled at her preference for the drums. It was only when she turned fourteen that they told her of their plans for her - Gordon Parks' Academy was a school that was mostly known through the country, where you could improve and build your artistic talents. Her grandmother, a retired dancer, had gone there. And her mother, a painter, had as well. More than happy to find that she could escape this house she couldn't feel at home in, she agreed to it without a complaint, and as soon as the acceptance letter was received, she took it as a sign - her parents were watching over her.
[/size]NAME
Marie
AGE
bwa
GENDER
haha
CHARACTER
NAME
Brigitte 'Bree' Katrina Georgina Katsaros
AGE AND GRADE
Seventeen / Sophomore
GENDER
Female
SEXUAL ORIENTATION
Bisexual
TALENT
Music
LOOK-A-LIKE
Stacey Farber
PERSONALITY
The best way to describe Brigitte's personality would probably be active. She has troubles standing still, and spends most of her time running around, whether it's for sports or just for the fun of it. Every morning, she is up with sunrise to do at least half an hour of jogging around the school grounds before taking a cold shower and eating breakfast. She is, however, extremely clumsy. Not one day goes without her falling down or tripping over something, and she tends to have bruises on her legs and arms without even remembering where they came from. She is a bit light headed and often loses herself in her own world, which causes the many falling and bumping accidents that occur through the day. She is an outspoken girl, not afraid to speak what it on her mind, and very friendly. She makes friends fast and easily, but she also makes enemies just as fast and easily. She doesn't really mind, to her life is too short to bother with negative feelings and she tries to avoid them as often as she possibly can, but if other people want to live with those, then she can't do anything to help them.
Though she has a very strong personality, she is still a very gentle person and a sweet girl. She wears her heart on her sleeve and will help mostly anyone who asks her to, and she has more problems with seeing a friend of hers hurt than being hurt herself. In spite of her being very outgoing and friendly, one thing she doesn't talk a lot about is herself. She doesn't like thinking back on her past life, and usually pretends it never happened - most people, even some of her closest friends, believe that her parents are still alive, and that it's with them that she lives in Arizona, not her grandparents. She prefers it that way, not wanting to deal with the pity and all of those crappy emotions people feel for those who have lost someone. She still has the box of photos that was found in the fire with her, hidden in the back of her closet, and she takes them out ever so often when she feels alone or sad. It makes her feel as though she's with them again.
APPEARANCE
If someone was made to search for a Greek feature within Brigitte, they would probably never find one. With bright red hair and brown eyes, she takes after her mother from head to toe, light golden freckles dusted across her rosy skin. Rather small, she stands at merely five feet two inches, and though she has a rather round face, she has a slim body, with all the right curves in the right places. She's not one to mind a lot if she doesn't look like she ought to, having been used to play outside and get dirty all of her childhood. She bites her nails a lot, and they often end up dirty because she's a sports lover and has no problems with throwing herself to the ground if it'll help stop the ball or reach a base. She has a rather toned body from all the exercise she does, though her muscles don't really show, but it would probably be hard to find much fat anywhere on her body.
Clothing style isn't something she cares too much for. As a child, she was usually wearing a plain t-shirt with jeans all through the day, and very rarely anything that resembled a skirt or a dress. When she moved with her grandparents, however, she was made to wear clothes that seemed to fit a lot more on a woman of fifty years old than on her. She is still forced to follow those rules when at home, but she used a lot of her allowance buying herself new clothes that she wears at the Academy - mostly jeans, some of them ripped at the knees from the amount of times she falls down, and she mostly goes for darker shirts. Though she has found over the years that certain articles of clothing do make her look better than others, she couldn't be qualified as a tomboy in the way she dresses, some of her outfits having a more feminine edge to them, but in the end it's just not that big a deal for her.
HISTORY
On the 27th of March 1991, Brigitte Katrina Georgina Katsaros was born to Yannis and Ashleigh Katsaros in the city of Argostoli, situated on the island of Kefalonia, Greece. The young couple, respectively twenty-two and twenty when their daughter was born, had met during a group travel through England, and young Ashleigh, rebel at heart, decided not to return to her country in order to follow the boy she'd fallen in love with back to his hometown. Yannis had grown up mostly by himself since the age of fifteen, when his parents had both died, leaving him without family, and he'd worked hard to build himself a life to speak of. He now lived in a small, not very well kept house, but it was enough for the two lovers who could hardly see past each other's eyes. Married within a month, Ashleigh had just turned twenty when she learnt of the pregnancy, and though money was not affluent, they couldn't have been happier. Brigitte was born in a very loving household, if not rich, and grew up surrounded by all a child could ever desire.
She was a very bright and happy toddler, waddling and running about from the moment she could stand on her two legs. She often raised questions - looking at her, nobody could have ever believed she was of Greek descent, but Yannis himself being only half greek, half french, she took a lot more after her caucasian genetics, and was probably the only freckled redheaded child to speak of in the entire city, if not on the whole island. That obvious difference from the other children she played with never bothered her. She spent her entire days outside, by the sea or in the center of the city, playing with other children, running around and chasing one another, and came home at night breathless, sunburnt but happy, practically falling asleep in the dinner plate her mother served her. She was loved and loving.
At the age of six, her parents noticed a certain talent for music. She'd always had a strong, clear voice, but it was soon found that playing most instruments came as naturally to her as singing and running around. Eager to develop that talent, they scraped up their economies and bought the young girl an old, worn guitar and a few parts of a drum set, which she found herself much more interested in. It was when she turned eight that her life changed completely. One day that she was out playing by the sea with some of her friends, voices raised in the city, calling loudly, and turning around the children saw nothing but the dark cloud of black smoke raising in the air. They raced back home as quickly as their small legs could carry them, but it was no use - Brigitte no longer had a home to race to, and her parents had perished in the fire. Like her father before her, she found herself alone in the world, without anything to speak of but an old box of photos that had survived the tragedy and the darkened guitar.
She was offered shelter by many good hearted neighbors who were like family to her, but it didn't last long - it was soon discovered that the child was not alone in the world, and the custody went to her American grandparents she had never before seen or hardly ever heard of. She was sent to live in Phoenix, Arizona, and it was not hard to see for her why her mother had not felt much pain when abandoning her old life. The house she found herself staring at was probably bigger than her old home would have been if it'd been multiplied four times, but the grandeur of it didn't help the shudders that its bareness gave. Her lifestyle changed entirely - she was no longer allowed outside unless she had done her school work, which she was one year late on, as if there wasn't enough room for picking on already at school, and she was not allowed off the house property. Her free and loving life turned to a strict and mannerish one, and the change was far from being appreciated, but she knew she could not fight against it.
The only good aspect within it all was that her grandparents - Albert and Patricia - encouraged her musical talent, though they were a bit appaled at her preference for the drums. It was only when she turned fourteen that they told her of their plans for her - Gordon Parks' Academy was a school that was mostly known through the country, where you could improve and build your artistic talents. Her grandmother, a retired dancer, had gone there. And her mother, a painter, had as well. More than happy to find that she could escape this house she couldn't feel at home in, she agreed to it without a complaint, and as soon as the acceptance letter was received, she took it as a sign - her parents were watching over her.