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BRIANA FOXY SLATER

is gonna die to try.[/FONT]
HELLO EVERYONE, MY NAME IS BRIANA FOXY SLATER
BUT MOST PEOPLE CALL ME BRI. I’M SEVENTEEN
AND I BELONG TO THE HUMANS. I USED TO LIVE IN
LOS ANGELES, CALIFORNIA BUT NOW ROAM IN FORKS, WASHINGTON. PEOPLE HAVE TOLD ME I LOOK LIKE LIZZ MOHIN
BUT I REALLY CAN’T SEE IT MYSELF.[/SIZE]

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HAIR COLOUR: BLACK
EYE COLOUR: CHOCOLATE BROWN
HEIGHT: 5'6
WEIGHT: 118 POUNDS
TATTOOS OR PIERCINGS?: JUST THE EARS
ANY DISTINGUISHING FEATURES?: HER DEEP EYES

LIKES: CHOCOLATE COVERED STAWBERRIES, SNOWFLAKES, WINTER, KISSING IN THE RAIN, BEING IN THE RAIN, SLEEPING ALL DAY, BEING WITH FRIENDS, RED SKITTLES, PINK STARBURSTS, MAKING PEOPLE HAPPY, BEING HELPFUL TO OTHERS
DISLIKES: PEOPLE WHO ARE JUDGEMENTAL, GAY BASHERS, SMOKING, HOT COFFEE, M&MS, CHERRIES, LEMONS, LIMES, SUMMER, HOT HOT HEAT, BEING ALONE, FEELING LIKE SHE'S ALONE
STRENGTHS: RUNNING
WEAKNESSES: TALKING IN FRONT OF LARGE CROWDS
FEARS: LOSING THE ONES SHE LOVES, DYING AT A YOUNG AGE, SNAKES
HABITS/QUIRKS: BITING HER NAILS, TWIRLING HER HAIR AROUND HER FINGER, TUGGING AT HER SHIRT, TWISTING AND UNTWISTING HER HANDS

PERSONALITY BREAKDOWN:
Briana is a really nice person, isn't intentionally hateful and rude, she is just a sweetheart. She loves to just chill and have a good time. There is really no point to ruin a moment by saying something hurtful for no apparent reason. People who hurt others just to make themselves feel better are low and unmoral. However, she is a girl of morals. Briana's been to hell and back, literally, she knows how it feels to be hurt and broken, and yet she smiles a lot. She's not depressed and dark, she's really quite cheerful. The thing is she dealt with it. She learned to deal with it, you know, take it as it comes. She doesn't really care about the past, it's the past after all. She lives for the present, not the past or the future. She lives every day like it's her last and it's a blast. Briana doesn't sit around when she's bored, no she gets up and goes looking for adventure. Why? Simply because that is who she is.

Briana likes to take the bull by the horns, she just doesn't stand there. No she runs head first into the most curious things. She doesn't ever really stop to think about what she's doing, she just does it. Sadly. She even speaks without thinking, well almost all the time. She's very straight forward, always to the point. If you ask her for her opinion she'll be honest. She won't smile and say you look nice, if you don't she'll say so. It isn't being mean it's being honest. And she does like being honest. All lies do are make life harder, they complicate the simpliest of things and turn them into something much to hard to bare. You see she likes things to be spelled out, plain and simply and clear. But if you're cryptic she'll figure it out. She's a bright girl. Don't misjudge her by her looks. We all know what they say about them. Don't judge a book by it's cover. It could be the last mistake you ever make. Though definitely not from Briana. She wouldn't hurt a fly, well not intentionally. Ok well if it was bothering her then yes, if not then no. She is a pacifist, she doesn't enjoy fighting, however, if you piss her off then you'll just have to deal with the consequences. After all she's an explosion waiting to happen.

She's also very careful. When she makes up her mind she follows through with whatever it was she set her mind to. Like if she says she's gonna jump off a cliff, then she's gonna jump off a cliff. Not in any form of self infliction, but as in the sport, you know, cliff diving. Get the picture. Oh and by the way if you tell her she can't do something then that only makes her want to do it even more. She's very stubborn and headstrong. Very independent. She doesn't need anyone to help her, she can make do just fine. She's always very relaxed, like she doesn't have a care in the world, but she does, she doesn't doesn't really worry about it, haha. Briana has sometimes been referred to as a girl who views her glass half full rather than half empty. She's been told she's very optimistic and well she is. However, if you do manage to worm your way onto her badside then you'd better be prepared. The girl knows how to use her words and she speaks sarcasm as a second language. She doesn't look it but she's quick witted and sharp, very aggressive when given a reason. So basically don't mess with her, she doesn't always play by the rules. So like I said she's a generally nice person.

MALCOM RYAN SLATER || 42 || FATHER || BRIANA LOVED HER FATHER VERY MUCH. HE WAS HER IDOL AND HER HERO. THAT IS UNTIL THAT NIGHT.

JACQUELINE ANNIKA SLATER || 37 || MOTHER || BRIANA DOESN'T LIKE HER MOTHER ONE BIT. THE WOMAN WAS WRETCHED.

BRENDAN JAMES SLATER || 21 || BROTHER || BRIANA THINKS HIGHLY OF HER OLDER BROTHER. SHE MISSES HIM A LOT AND HE WAS THE ONLY ONE WHO UNDERSTOOD.

OVERALL HISTORY:
Life for Briana Foxy Slater began on October 21 at precisely one eleven in the morning. She was conceived by Jacqueline Annika Slater, the newlywed wife of movie movie director Malcom Ryan Slater. She was the second child of Malcom's but the first of Jacky's. However, her life had taken a wrong turn and as she was being delievered the umbelical cord wrapped around her tiny neck. Squeezing all life from her poor body. So at one oh seven a.m. Briana was born, a still born, not a single breath to fill her lungs with the wonderous gift of air, granting her that precious gift of life. However, with a great team of medical doctors they were able to bring her back to life and her first breath came at one eleven. This however, was not the first attempt on her life. When she was four years old she was outside playing with her brother, Brendan, when the accident occured.

At this point in time Brendan was very caring for his younger sister Briana, she was after all the littlest and he felt the need to protect her. Briana was very fond of her older brother. Oddly enough, age four was a very awakening year for her. She didn't feel the need to steal all of Brendan's toys, after all he shared quite easily, and she didn't have a reason to throw fits, she was a good child, very nice and sweet, and hardly ever talking. However, when it came to her brother she always demanded his attention. She always wanted his approval, even at that young age. Anyway there were playing catch, a simple enough game for a four year old. The concept simple and boring and yet everytime she caught that purple ball she squealed in delight and tossed it back to Brendan. However, Brendan wasn't paying attention, he threw the ball four inches to the right of Briana's waiting hands and she ran after the ball. At this time Brendan had run inside because his father had called him, and with no one outside to tell her not to run into the street, she did just that. Briana had never listened to the many times her parents had said 'if the ball goes into the road call one of us or let Brendan get it' no she knew no one was outside and she really wanted that ball. So she ran into the street, coming within inches off that beautiful purple ball when she heard it. That awful squealing of rubber on pavement trying desperately to stop. She caught a flash of the white car before it slammed into her.

There wasn't much she remembered after that, but she had heard that it was awful. The entire family had run outside at the sound of the tires, only to find their littlest one laying in a pool of blood, halfway under the car. The ambulance was called and Briana was taken away. She was in critical condition. She had severe head trama and internal bleeding. While on the operating table she was pronounced dead, but somehow managing to come back to life at the last possible second. Briana had spent nearly a month in the recovery wing. And she heard countless times that she was in fact lucky. But still, that was not the last time her life was endangered. At the age of ten Briana had taken a liking to climbing trees and walls and anything worth climbing. She was always outdoors, liking the way things looked from a high prospective. Her knowing eyes taking in as much as they could. But one day she was running away from some boys who were always picking on her. You know how kids can be. And jumped a wall, well ok she tried to. She'd scrambled up the wall quite easily but just as she was about to jump, one of the boys had caught her ankle and she slipped, hitting her head on the cement wall, from there she fell onto her head, then without anyone to stop her now unconsious body, she rolled down at least thirty feet of woods. When she awoke she was in a hospital, every part of her ached and she couldn't move her neck. Her brother had been the one to find her, he'd called 9-1-1 and his parents. Apparently she'd broken her right leg, fractured two ribs, and had a fissure in her collarbone, hence the reason she couldn't move her neck. She had been declared dead on the sight, but doctors like to do everything they can and she was once more brought back to life. She was indeed lucky.

The rest of her childhood was spent at home, where she would be protected from the outside world. She was homeschooled and didn't have any friends. Her parents were worried that her luck may run out one day and they were not ready to lose her. Well they weren't ready, not at that time. But when her sixteenth birthday rolled around her father was different. He was coming home later and drinking more often. He seemed to be changing and so Briana investigated one night. She followed her father and to her great surprise, or perhaps not, she found him cheating. He was getting down and dirty with some actress. When Briana confronted him two days later her father turned on her. She was beaten severely. Several ribs had been broken, there was a fracture in her skull, her left arm was broken and she was a bloody mess. That was when her mother came in. Her mother stared at Briana for several moments before just walking away. At that moment Briana knew that her parents were tired of her. Tired of protecting her, tired of sheltering her from herself. She wasn't lucky, she was cursed. And now as her life slipped away she knew that perhaps her luck had run out. Her father wasn't calling the police and she knew her mother wouldn't. This was their chance to be free, to get away from the burden their precious daughter had become. Two hours and a lot of blood loss later Briana awoke from unconsiousness. Only to find her brother there. Staring at her like he'd never seen the sun rise before. He'd been crying, she knew it from the puffiness of his eyes, and then he was smiling. Later when she'd asked about the crying he'd told her that the doctors had told him that she was going into a coma and that more than likely she'd never wake up again. And yet here she was alive and well and totally awake.

Her father was arrested and sent to jail, her mother shipped her off to Washington to stay with relatives, no longer interested in keeping a death magnet for a daughter around. And so with a healing heart and a new but joyful look on life Briana begins her first term of public school since tenth grade. She's seventeen and can't wait to see what awaits her.

DESIRED MEMBER TITLE: TRAGIC OBSESSION
ROLEPLAY SAMPLE:

Briana Foxy Slater sighed gently as she made her way up the Grand Staircase, taking stair after stair feeling her mood worsen with each jostling step. She was growing rather annoyed with the staircases, there were just to many of them. She was jerked to the right and she hit the banister, gripping it tightly as she lost her movement, sliding down several steps. She cursed in an almost silent voice and waited for the staircase to quit moving. She was seriously not in the mood to play these games today. Her head rested on the banister, her eyes closing slowly, she wanted to just sleep, collapse right here and never move again. She was just so tired. There was too much stuff that she'd had to deal with already and at sixteen there are some things a girl just shouldn't have to experience. She breathed evenly, allowing herself to calm down. It wasn't the stairs fault that she was in such a foul mood. After all they hadn't done anything wrong to her, except catch her off guard and throw her around like a rag doll. She felt the final movement of the staircase and let out her breath, which until that moment she hadn't noticed she'd been holding. Her eyes opened and as she stood a small smile curved her lips. The moving staircases had saved her three floors. Ok she definitely wasn't mad about teh bruise she was going to have on her hip later.

Briana wasn't just going to stand there looking like an idiot. She did that enough, and besides if she waited to long the stairs might move again and then lord only knows where she'd been then. So she nearly ran up the last flight of stairs, unwilling to be caught in their grasp again. Finally reaching the big oak door she stopped. Staring at it for several moments, allowing several memories to flood her mind, her eyes closed again and her eyelids fluttered. The memories were powerful, almost heart breakingly so. She held onto them for another moment and then she banished them to the back of her mind, buried them with the rest of her past. She was going to let them go, she was going to be different. She swore to herself that things were going to change. Breathing deeply she opened her chocolate eyes and raised a fist, almost as if to knock. Catching herself at the last second she forced her closed fist to open and she pushed the door open. Bri was a little confused as to why the door had been slightly ajar in the first place but she pushed the thought aside. Feeling no need to find out why. After all curiosity killed the cat, but then again satisfaction brought it back. But still she didn't care, she was tired of caring, it just wasn't worth it anymore. So regardless of who might be in the tower she just walked in. She didn't even bother to scan the area, she just waltzed right in like she owned the place and walked to the third window on the right.

She stood motionless for several seconds, staring at the harmless window. So many things had happened here, so many things had gone wrong, but she had promised herself she wouldn't think of them. So instead she busied her mind with other thoughts. Like her trip to France and all the things she'd tried to learned but failed miserably at. Fighting back a laugh from a memory of a spell gone wrong she stared out the closed window. Her body having slipped onto the sill, her hands pushing aside her black hair. The sky was clear and blue and it was such a perfect day to be outside. But she'd ventured to the Astronomy Tower to be alone, or at least think. No one really ever wanted to be alone, or at least she didn't. But well. She'd see how well that went. No one ever came to the towers during the day anyway. No one except her or people like her. Just the kinds of people who needed to get their thoughts together and their heads on right.

NAME OR ALIAS: Kaitlin or Kaitie
AGE: Seventeen
GUY OR GIRLIE: Girl fo sho!
CONTACT INFO: [e-mail] or pm
OTHER CHARACTERS: None, yet!
HOW DID YOU FIND US? WtV
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