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Name: Brooke
Age: 15
Appearance: Orange hair that's cropped short to where it brushes the shoulder. It is also naturally straight, but there is a stubborn piece mocking my flat iron in the back that enjoys flipping up. 5'8. Blue eyes. I'm pale 'cause I'm terrified of tanning salons (see below).
I've been wearing a lot of dresses lately because summer = no pants zone. Other normal simple stuff also applies (ie: band tees and skinnies). I've always got a rubber band on my wrist though, cause ya never know. And I usually wear a couple rings, out of habit.
Personality: Wild, random, daring, fun-loving, thrill-seeking. Sometimes to the point of it being completely obnoxious. I can be an asshole sometimes and offensive. I don't really think before I talk. I lie a lot. I'm really good at it. Only a couple close friends can/will call me out on my shit. I will admit drama is intriguing and fun. I prefer curious to nosy. I'm not vegan, but I find most meat disgusting. No piercings or tattoos for me, because I am absolutely terrified of needles (once again see below).
Fears:
-Fucking needles. Oh my Jesus. Really. You try and give me a shot and I will cry, kick, and scream. I'm a nurse's worst nightmare.
-Chocolate chip cookies. Long story short: me allergic to nuts. me eat supposedly nut free cookie. twas not. me almost die of anaphylactic shock. so yeah, never again. never. I guess also included in this, is like, suspicious food.
-I'm one of those girls who screams when they see a spider. I'm not exactly totally afraid of them, but I fucking hate them enough not to to touch them and make someone kill it for me.
-Snakes. Oh Lordy the stories I could tell...
-Tanning salons. If you've seen Final Destination you know what I'm talking about. This may also be classified as being burned alive.
-Getting old. I'd rather die young. +not being remembered, which pretty much goes in the same category I guess
Pairing: Joe Trohman, Mike Carden, Alex Gaskarth
Dreams: Grab my diploma, hop in a car and get my ass to Manhattan. I have no clue other than that really. I don't care if I have to scoop up the horse shit in Central Park, just as long as I'm in NYC, I'll be happy.
Ideally though, I'd be at NYU, not poop scooping.
SPECIES: FUCK YEAH EITHER A SPIRIT OR DRAGON. FUCK YES NATALIE THIS SOUNDS FUCKING AWESOME.
I LOVE CAPS LOCK ALMOST AS MUCH AS I LOVE YOU. FUCK.