[hider=Brooklyn Bridges][img]http://i.imgur.com/ZQv5RvH.jpg[/img]
[b]Name:[/b] Brooklyn "Brook" Bridges
[b]Age:[/b] 17
[b]Gender:[/b] Female
[b]Height:[/b] 1.8m
[b]Hair Color:[/b] Black
[b]Eye Color:[/b] Blue

[b]Personality:[/b]
[u]Tactless:[/u] The word [i]tact[/i], stemming from the Latin [i]tactus[/i] - "touch", which in turn stems from the Latin [i]tangere[/i] - "to touch", cognate with the Greek, [i]τάσσω[/i] - "to arrange" and the Old English, [i]þaccian[/i] - "to touch", is a word that absolutely does not exist in Brooklyn's immense and "somewhat" salacious vocabulary. Whether what she says can be considered offensive or not matters very little to her. She simply speaks her mind when she wants, caring only for the intent that she wishes to convey in her words. If she had been anyone else, such bluntness could have been refreshing, but tact in what is acceptable to be said in the civilised public is also something she lacks. Off-colour jokes. Unwanted comments. Eccentric gestures. They are all favoured actions of the teenager. The filter between her brain and mouth is nearly nonexistent. If she wishes to convey some meaning, she will.
[u]"Bro":[/u] What is a "bro", you may wonder? Why is Brooklyn a "bro"? She's not a guy, is she? Well, despite not being either a. your male sibling, or b. your best mate who'll kick a footy with you on Saturday, the teenage girl ticks off a lot of the requisite necessities present in those who have attained "brodom". She'll always be there to lend a helping hand. She'll always be there to comfort you when you're down. She'll always be there to joke around with you and watch the clouds. She'll be your wingman and distract the protective big brother of the cute girl across the room so you can get a chance and talk. She'll always be there to prop you up. She enjoys friendships immensely, and no matter how much of a jackass she can be at times, she'll always be there to tell you "it's all G bro".
[u]Passionate:[/u] Brooklyn enjoys life. No, it would be more accurate to say that she absolutely [i]adores[/i] her life. Though she may be a lazy bum, whatever catches her interest will ignite her passion immediately. She will perform to the best of her abilities. She will tackle every problem with zeal and vigour. She will bring down her raging spirit from the heavens to deal with anything that she sees as truly worthy of her attention. She loves her life. She loves the fun. She loves being lethargic. She loves making off-colour jokes. She loves drinking alcohol-flavoured drinks and pretending it's actually alcohol to confuse people. She loves playing card games. She loves [i]Who Wants to Be a Millionaire?[/i]. Fun is why she lives. Fun is what drives her. Sure, you could say that she spends a lot of time sitting on a couch, reading car magazines, but she has fun doing that. She enjoys life. She enjoys what she does. And you might not be able to find anyone as passionate as her about [i]everything[/i]. Though honestly it can be quite hard to tell if she's loving it or not. Not really an excitable person the majority of the time.

[b]Strengths and Skills:[/b]
[u]Durable:[/u] Hit her hard enough, she goes down. That's what is expected of most people. But she'll get up, likely in pain depending on how hard she's been hit, and just keep going. She's a juggernaut. She'll keep coming right at you until she's permanently down. Broken bones? No problem. She'll keep soldiering on no matter what comes at her. Her body is surprisingly resistant, having been honed through years and years of sports and playground fights. Does her determination result from her durability and constant need to get back up, or vice versa? It makes no difference in the end. She's [i]tough[/i]. She's stubborn. And she's going to tank whatever hits her. All the scratches, scars and Band-Aids (C) are testament to that, after all.
[u]Skilled Fighter:[/u] While using the term "skilled" could be pushing it somewhat, Brooklyn has spent quite a large amount of time beating people up when they've pissed her off. As such, she is an experienced fighter, knowing exactly when and where to hit people and which parts of the body hurt the most when punched. Her style is like that of a brawler, unprofessional and rather unpredictable, but she's gotten the hang of how battles work. She knows how things go. She knows the flow. She's also ruthlessly pragmatic in a fight. It's a thing from where she hails.
[u]Cognitive:[/u] Despite having an incredibly average education in a mediocre school, one cannot simply assign Brooklyn the label of "dumb", lest they be punched in the face or something. She may not know how to do calculus or mess around with polymers, nor could she write a beautifully poetic piece upon the nature of sunlight, but she's wise. She gets things. She'll think things through (at times) and [i]understands[/i]. She lacks knowledge yeah, and she knows that. She's not some genius, but she's got a whole heap of (mostly) common sense. Yeah she's reckless and stuff, but hey, she'll be right there thinking things up when you need her.

[b]Flaws and Weaknesses:[/b]
[u]Slothful:[/u] Ask her to get something done. She probably won't if it doesn't appeal to her. She lazes around all the day, getting distracted by random things and all-in-all just loafing around like a baguette after its best-before date sitting on a workbench. Why should she be motivated to do something else? She loves sitting around, and unless you got something else interesting, than trying to get her off the couch yields less cigars than the CIA's attempts at assassinating Castro.
[u]Reckless:[/u] When she's on a roll, Brooklyn will absolutely refuse to stand down, diving straight into action if the situation arises. Sure, she'll listen to plans, think things through before (sometimes), but it's clear to see that when somebody says "go", she'll definitely throw herself into the fray, even if it hurts her. It's a win or lose for her, and she's always gambling on it being the win.
[u]Flawed Eyesight:[/u] Due to an accident during her childhood, the field of vision provided by Brooklyn’s left eye is far worse than her right, and as such she sometimes has issues dealing with depth or viewing things. It is due to this that she can commonly be found wearing glasses, though in her day-to-day life she doesn’t exactly need them. She just likes the glasses and also being able to see properly through the horrible eye.

[b]Memories:[/b]
- (Identity): Brooklyn “Brook” Bridges. Twin sister of Bronx “Brock” Bridges. Daughter of John Bridges and Emily Bridges née Warren. Part-Okinawan through her maternal great-grandmother, who had been part of California’s Japanese diaspora. Though named after a landmark in New York, the unfortunately-named girl was actually born and raised in a slummish part of New Jersey. She went to mediocre schools in the better part of the slums, but still dealt frequently with violence, annoying classmates and life in general. Worked part-time as a cashier at a local 7-11. Formerly a cleaner at the McDonalds across the road.
- (Event): Was born to her parents alongside her twin brother on the 27th of August. She was a pretty healthy child, and spent most of her early years bickering with her twin and doing usual kid things like paint, watch television and play with whatever toys her family could afford. Was actually quite intent on learning, so stayed through school. At the age of thirteen, she was suspended for clocking another student in the head with her fists. He had attempted to steal her best pal’s lunch money. At fourteen, she went to Washington D.C. on a field trip and decided to maybe become an architect one day because the White House had serious pizazz. At the age of fifteen, she got her first job as a cleaner. It was horrid and she got sick and tired of the minimum wage. Got involved in street brawls soon after retiring. Was somehow able to keep it all secret from her family. At sixteen, she had her first kiss. Her relationship with Esteban was rather on-and-off before they decided to just be friends. At seventeen, she obtained her job at the 7-11 due to nepotism. The owner, Mr. Marianus, was a friend of her mum’s. She liked the job, and was saving up for college.
- (Dreams): Brooklyn wanted to go to college and study architecture. She also wanted to become a sports commentator depending on her mood at the time of the day. She wanted to retire happily with lots of money and a happy family. She wanted to find a boyfriend who wasn’t Esteban because Esteban was cool but didn’t really do it for her. She wanted to be on TV. She wanted to win a million dollars. She had lots of dreams, but she can’t really fulfil them anymore.
- (Death): Mr. Marianus was away, so Brooklyn had the responsibility of locking up the 7-11 for the night. She never saw it coming. The bullet poofed straight through her skull while she’d been crouching down to fix up the locks. She died not knowing what had ever happened. Her dreams … ash in the wind. At least the store was locked in the end.[/hider]
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