Post by holly braur on Aug 9, 2010 17:40:45 GMT -8
holly elizabeth braur
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name: Emilee
age: 20
gender: the doctor told me I have estrogen or something
writing experience: since I was a wee-one! Probably 10 years writing, 5 RPing.
how’d you find us?: Katjababy!
a favorite book: To Kill a Mockingbird, Harper Lee. But for a laugh? I suggest Agnes and the Hitman, by Jennifer Cruise
other character(s): zip!
name: Holly Elizabeth Braur
age: 19
citizen? upper or lower schooling?: upper
previous residence: , England
eye color: caramel brown
hair color: long, naturally dark brown
height: 5’5”
distinguishing features: numerous tattoos, including German script on both of her arms, Wonder Woman kicking some serious evil-claw butt on her back, a heart on her forearm, sparrows on her hips, German script on her arms that says ‘Now and always the blessing of the Father and remain innocent until He comes’, pierced ears, numerous scars on her legs from years on the soccer field and riding bikes with her brothers.
four good personality traits
four bad personality traits
three quirks
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important people
history
This is merely the story of a not-so-ordinary girl, growing up in an ordinary world with an ordinary life. You’ll find no spell-binding drama, no tales of woe or heartbreak. Just a girl whose life is filled to the brim with happy memories. Of course, there are the typical teenage dramas. Boys that inadvertently made her think she just might not be good enough for love, girls who teased her for her boyish ways and parents that always strived for her to work harder, but what normal girl’s life isn’t filled with these little quirks and momentary relapses in judgment? Holly Elizabeth Braur is one of these girls – a happy girl, with a few mixed up ideas about what life is really all about.
It started with two teenagers, wildly in love with life and each other. In the streets of London, 18-year-old Nikolas Braur, whose family had moved to London from Germany 15 years before-hand, and 17-year-old Roisin Sampson met through friends. The collision of interests soon became the collision of hearts, and when Roisin turned 20, the two were married in a small ceremony. Though families thought they were too young and perhaps a little reckless, Nickolas and Roisin were hopelessly in love – and to this day? Nothing has changed. Three children and numerous goldfish later, the two are still blissfully in love. Two years into their marriage came the first boy – Benjamin Andrew Braur, a plump pink boy, docile and sweet in nature. Their second was a bouncy baby girl – and here is where I introduce Miss. Holly Elizabeth Braur, who, starting from a young age, was bound and determined to be far more vocal than her older brother had ever been. Just over a year later came the birth of their third and their last, William Ulrich, a boy much more like his sister than his brother.
The family of two grew into a family of five in a home on the outskirts of bustling London. The quiet of their location was a benefit for Nikolas, who, though he did spend a lot of time with his children, spent the majority of his time locked in his office with the typewriter he still uses to this day. Most of Holly’s childhood years were spent playing with her brothers. She could have been labeled a typical tom-boy at that age. She always preferred running around after with her brothers in a football field to playing in the garden with an old china set, and she always preferred sleeping in a tent in the back yard to sleeping in her own bed. Her mother always told her she was a definition of ‘one of the boys’, A rough-and-tumble girl who (though she doesn’t quite go looking for it now) still doesn’t mind getting a little grubby while she’s out to play. All through her junior years at school, she was teased by the girls for the holes that would appear in her tights during the day, or the state of her messy, unkempt hair. Not much of this phased her until puberty hit, and she found herself interested in exploring the more feminine side of herself.
A change occurred in her, and as the years went by, her hair got longer. She didn’t find herself loathing the idea of putting a dress on her body instead of a pair of jeans, and her hair grew out inch by inch until it became the thick mass it is today. Her awkward smile was corrected by two years with braces latched firmly two them, and by the time she turned 16, boys began to notice her. A certain boy in particular. Oliver Brass was the first boy that ever looked at Holly as more than a fantastic forward on the football field. He was three years older than her – a big age-gap at the time, but he was sweet and he was good to her. He got along well with her family, despite her father’s questions about the age difference and her little brothers relentless questions about his favourite football team and the car he drove – and this was also important to her. For a year and a half he told her he loved her, but it took two before he left her out to dry for a girl he met backpacking through Europe that summer. A broken heart and a hundred burnt up love letters later, Holly got over it, but swore to herself that she’d never put herself through it again. She turned out the lights and boarded up that part of her heart, decidedly for good that day and she hasn’t gone near it since.
However, this didn’t stop her from going out and having her own fun. She tried to ignore the hurt in her heart and instead decided to focus on the rest of the people around her. She finished school with a brilliant record and a party attitude. She’s all about having fun and making the most of life at whatever opportunity she can make or is given to her. Of course, it has been known to happen that if one gets one too many alcoholic beverages into the little sprite, Holly can become somewhat violent if provoked. Though she has yet to find herself in any legal trouble, she has been involved in the occasional catfight, usually outside a pub or a bar for something said to her or a close friend.
When she was eighteen years old, Nikolas decided it was time for a change of scenery, and chose France for this change. Holly, though she had friends in London was not overly upset by the change of pace. The majority of her own friends were going away to school anyway, and her go-with-the-changing-wind personality packed up the whimsical room she had known for eighteen years. The only member who stayed behind was older brother Andrew, who stayed behind for his fiancé and his trade. The family moved into a comfortable home in Grasse, but Holly did not stay long. When she was accepted at the Academy, she packed her things once more and moved to St. Michel on her own. She is in her second year now, happily studying architecture while maintaining her party lifestyle and loving life.
if you could be anywhere, where would you be? ‘Anywhere? In the world? That’s a good question. There are lots of placed I’d like to be at different times of the day. Sometimes I’d love to be at home, in London. I’d love to be sitting on my sofa with a cup of tea and a stack of un-mastered video games for the afternoon ahead of me. Other times, I’d like to be at the beach. I’d never veto a day stretched out on a towel in the sun with my friends. Then there are the days, of course, that I’d love to be traveling. I’d love to try sitting on the back of an elephant, or sleeping in the desert under the stars.
But right now? As we speak? I wouldn’t be anywhere else but here. I have my family, I’ve made new friends and I’m not that far from the old ones. Life as it is now is as best as it can be, and I don’t deny it or regret the choice I made to move to France with my family.’
character’s play-by: Valerie Poxleitner, aka Lights
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