Bristol Nielsen
Oct 4, 2010 21:34:59 GMT -5
Post by Bristol Nielsen on Oct 4, 2010 21:34:59 GMT -5
YOURSELF
NAME
Liv
AGE
Sixteen
GENDER
Female
CHARACTER
NAME
Bristol Marie Nielsen
AGE AND GRADE
Sixteen / Sophomore
GENDER
Female
SEXUAL ORIENTATION
Straight
TALENT
Creative Writing
LOOK-A-LIKE
AnnaSophia Robb
PERSONALITY
For the most part, Bristol is a very quiet and shy girl. She keeps to herself, usually isolated from others. When someone talks to her, she’s known to look at her feet when she speaks and avoids eye contact. She’s not trying to be disrespectful, Bristol just lacks confidence and feels more comfortable staring at the ground instead of the person she’s talking to. At times, Bristol can be rather ditzy and oblivious. It’s not that she’s stupid or dumb, in fact she’s fairly intelligent and enjoys school. While she might be physically present, her mind tends to wander, and she spends a lot of her time daydreaming, which is how she comes up with many of her ideas for her writing.
Bristol is the kind of person who thinks of others before herself. She doesn’t mind volunteering or giving someone help when they ask for it. Unlike her brother, she tries to be as selfless as possible, and she puts the needs of others before hers. However, she is a perfectionist, so everything she does has to be absolutely perfect or she’ll redo it until she can get it the way it’s supposed to be. She doesn’t mind spending lots of time working on things, but that just means that it would be when she rushes through it.
Bristol is rather spineless. She doesn’t have the courage to stick up for herself, so she tends to let people just walk all over her. When people talk to her she’s very timid, and she’s the type of person to slink back and just nod in response to what the other person is saying.
APPEARANCE
Bristol stands at 5’2”, and weighs in at about 115 lbs. Bristol is short for sixteen, and she’s slightly underweight. She’s got a rather small frame, and she seems very fragile. Her long, wavy, blond hair goes just below her shoulders, and she usually just brushes it out or pulls it up into a ponytail. Bristol’s eyes are a light shade of blue, and like the rest of her family she has glasses and contacts she has to wear in order to see.
One most days, Bristol wears a skirt with a blouse or nice shirt. Occasionally she’ll out on a t-shirt, but she really isn’t the kind of person who feels most comfortable in jeans and a shirt. She prefers flats over sneakers, and she wears also wears a lot of ballet type shoes. Bristol doesn’t wear much makeup, with the except of some foundation, blush, and a little eye shadow. She only puts on that small amount of make up because her skin is so pale, and it’s almost impossible for her to tan.
HISTORY
Bristol Marie Nielsen was born on February 14th, 1994, to James and Marie Nielsen, in New York, New York. At the time of her birth, she already had an older brother, Christopher James, who was two at the time. Her parents were both lawyers who were extremely devoted to their work, so the family had tons of money at their disposal. She rarely saw her parents, since they were always at the office or in court. Her primary care came from the staff and her older brother, who acted more like a father than a sibling. She didn’t know that families weren’t normally like that, so it didn’t seem weird that her parents completely ignored her and her brother.
Growing up, Bristol spent most of her time in school and alone at her house, so she was also looking for something to entertain herself with. She wasn’t coordinated or athletic enough to play a sport. Being shy ruled out acting since she was terrified of speaking in front of crowds, and she was never able to play an instrument well. Bristol finally tried writing, and found that she really liked it. It provided a way for her to escape world and let her mind wander. Writing was her way to conserve all of her thoughts and feelings, and she was actually fairly good at it. Bristol loved putting the pen to paper and seeing what kind of stories she could come up with.
Bristol found out about the Gordon Parks’ Academy from her brother. After attending in ninth grade, he told her that she should apply, and that they also offered creative writing classes. She quickly filled out an application, and she was accepted right after she graduated from the eighth grade. At first, she was thrilled with the idea of leaving home. She’d grown up in the New York loft, and it was hard for her to think of leaving home. Bristol considered not going to the Academy and going to the private school by her house instead, but eventually her brother convinced her to try leaving and attending the boarding school. She then packed her bags and left for Kansas City.
ROLE PLAYING SAMPLE
From the time he’d discovered drinking in his Freshman year, Chris had spent a lot of his time at the Hurricane. In all the times he’d been there, the bouncer at never once asked for an I.D., so he usually made an appearance once a week in order to get drunk. He liked the forgetting, the confidence boost, and the escape from reality that the liquids provided him, so he used the littlest annoyance as an excuse to go to the club. No one seemed to notice that he was eighteen and wasn’t even legally allowed to have a sip of a drink, but instead they gladly poured him another or invited him for a dance that he wouldn’t remember when he woke up the next morning. Today his reason for going to the Hurricane had been his math homework. He’d done the first few problems, trying to master the point of the lesson, but after a while he’d grown tired of solving the stupid equations. It was second nature for him to throw his textbook on his bed and grab his wallet, heading the to club in order to fill his body with alcohol.
“Give me another beer,” Chris instructed the bartender, handing him his glass. He’d drained it several times, and he was starting to feel on top of the world like he always did when he had a drink in his hand. While waiting for the man to return with his drink, he turned his attention to the dance floor, looking for a pretty girl that he could talk to, although he really wasn’t interested in talking at all. The bartender placed the drink in front of him, and he quickly downed half of it. After scanning the dance floor, he hadn’t seen anyone that had really caught his eye, and he let out a sigh of disappointment. It looks like all the hot girls had better things to do tonight, he thought, annoyed that he would have to lower his standards if he wanted to have any fun that night. As he turned back around, he noticed a girl sitting at the other end of the counter. His eyes lingered for a moment, looking over her body. She was definitely hot, probably the best looking girl he’d seen all night, and she seemed like the type of girl who would be able to give him what he was looking for. Chris watched as she headed to the dance floor, then leaned against the wall. “Give me another beer and a glass of whatever she had,” he said, gesturing to where the girl had been sitting. The man handed him the drinks, and he slid the money for he owed across the counter. Christopher headed towards the girl, leaning against the wall beside her. “You up for another drink?” he asked, holding out the glass of whiskey. “You better take it. It’s not everyday the best looking guy in the club offers you a drink, and you might not get the chance again.”
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[/size]NAME
Liv
AGE
Sixteen
GENDER
Female
CHARACTER
NAME
Bristol Marie Nielsen
AGE AND GRADE
Sixteen / Sophomore
GENDER
Female
SEXUAL ORIENTATION
Straight
TALENT
Creative Writing
LOOK-A-LIKE
AnnaSophia Robb
PERSONALITY
For the most part, Bristol is a very quiet and shy girl. She keeps to herself, usually isolated from others. When someone talks to her, she’s known to look at her feet when she speaks and avoids eye contact. She’s not trying to be disrespectful, Bristol just lacks confidence and feels more comfortable staring at the ground instead of the person she’s talking to. At times, Bristol can be rather ditzy and oblivious. It’s not that she’s stupid or dumb, in fact she’s fairly intelligent and enjoys school. While she might be physically present, her mind tends to wander, and she spends a lot of her time daydreaming, which is how she comes up with many of her ideas for her writing.
Bristol is the kind of person who thinks of others before herself. She doesn’t mind volunteering or giving someone help when they ask for it. Unlike her brother, she tries to be as selfless as possible, and she puts the needs of others before hers. However, she is a perfectionist, so everything she does has to be absolutely perfect or she’ll redo it until she can get it the way it’s supposed to be. She doesn’t mind spending lots of time working on things, but that just means that it would be when she rushes through it.
Bristol is rather spineless. She doesn’t have the courage to stick up for herself, so she tends to let people just walk all over her. When people talk to her she’s very timid, and she’s the type of person to slink back and just nod in response to what the other person is saying.
APPEARANCE
Bristol stands at 5’2”, and weighs in at about 115 lbs. Bristol is short for sixteen, and she’s slightly underweight. She’s got a rather small frame, and she seems very fragile. Her long, wavy, blond hair goes just below her shoulders, and she usually just brushes it out or pulls it up into a ponytail. Bristol’s eyes are a light shade of blue, and like the rest of her family she has glasses and contacts she has to wear in order to see.
One most days, Bristol wears a skirt with a blouse or nice shirt. Occasionally she’ll out on a t-shirt, but she really isn’t the kind of person who feels most comfortable in jeans and a shirt. She prefers flats over sneakers, and she wears also wears a lot of ballet type shoes. Bristol doesn’t wear much makeup, with the except of some foundation, blush, and a little eye shadow. She only puts on that small amount of make up because her skin is so pale, and it’s almost impossible for her to tan.
HISTORY
Bristol Marie Nielsen was born on February 14th, 1994, to James and Marie Nielsen, in New York, New York. At the time of her birth, she already had an older brother, Christopher James, who was two at the time. Her parents were both lawyers who were extremely devoted to their work, so the family had tons of money at their disposal. She rarely saw her parents, since they were always at the office or in court. Her primary care came from the staff and her older brother, who acted more like a father than a sibling. She didn’t know that families weren’t normally like that, so it didn’t seem weird that her parents completely ignored her and her brother.
Growing up, Bristol spent most of her time in school and alone at her house, so she was also looking for something to entertain herself with. She wasn’t coordinated or athletic enough to play a sport. Being shy ruled out acting since she was terrified of speaking in front of crowds, and she was never able to play an instrument well. Bristol finally tried writing, and found that she really liked it. It provided a way for her to escape world and let her mind wander. Writing was her way to conserve all of her thoughts and feelings, and she was actually fairly good at it. Bristol loved putting the pen to paper and seeing what kind of stories she could come up with.
Bristol found out about the Gordon Parks’ Academy from her brother. After attending in ninth grade, he told her that she should apply, and that they also offered creative writing classes. She quickly filled out an application, and she was accepted right after she graduated from the eighth grade. At first, she was thrilled with the idea of leaving home. She’d grown up in the New York loft, and it was hard for her to think of leaving home. Bristol considered not going to the Academy and going to the private school by her house instead, but eventually her brother convinced her to try leaving and attending the boarding school. She then packed her bags and left for Kansas City.
ROLE PLAYING SAMPLE
From the time he’d discovered drinking in his Freshman year, Chris had spent a lot of his time at the Hurricane. In all the times he’d been there, the bouncer at never once asked for an I.D., so he usually made an appearance once a week in order to get drunk. He liked the forgetting, the confidence boost, and the escape from reality that the liquids provided him, so he used the littlest annoyance as an excuse to go to the club. No one seemed to notice that he was eighteen and wasn’t even legally allowed to have a sip of a drink, but instead they gladly poured him another or invited him for a dance that he wouldn’t remember when he woke up the next morning. Today his reason for going to the Hurricane had been his math homework. He’d done the first few problems, trying to master the point of the lesson, but after a while he’d grown tired of solving the stupid equations. It was second nature for him to throw his textbook on his bed and grab his wallet, heading the to club in order to fill his body with alcohol.
“Give me another beer,” Chris instructed the bartender, handing him his glass. He’d drained it several times, and he was starting to feel on top of the world like he always did when he had a drink in his hand. While waiting for the man to return with his drink, he turned his attention to the dance floor, looking for a pretty girl that he could talk to, although he really wasn’t interested in talking at all. The bartender placed the drink in front of him, and he quickly downed half of it. After scanning the dance floor, he hadn’t seen anyone that had really caught his eye, and he let out a sigh of disappointment. It looks like all the hot girls had better things to do tonight, he thought, annoyed that he would have to lower his standards if he wanted to have any fun that night. As he turned back around, he noticed a girl sitting at the other end of the counter. His eyes lingered for a moment, looking over her body. She was definitely hot, probably the best looking girl he’d seen all night, and she seemed like the type of girl who would be able to give him what he was looking for. Chris watched as she headed to the dance floor, then leaned against the wall. “Give me another beer and a glass of whatever she had,” he said, gesturing to where the girl had been sitting. The man handed him the drinks, and he slid the money for he owed across the counter. Christopher headed towards the girl, leaning against the wall beside her. “You up for another drink?” he asked, holding out the glass of whiskey. “You better take it. It’s not everyday the best looking guy in the club offers you a drink, and you might not get the chance again.”
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