Name:Bridget Francine Dieudonné(Call her Bridgie)
Age/Class: 16/junior
Clique: Surfer
After School Activity: Music Club
Brief History/Personality Description:Bridget is second child out of 3 in Dieudonné family. There is very little known about her family. Every one rumors her parents are criminals, but no one really knows. Some even think she lives alone.
Bridget is active and athletic. She likes swimming and playing with her little sister Monique, since her older brother Damien is working all the time. She is excelent guitar player and when ever Damien has free moment he play drums with her.Bridget loves cooking and she helps her mom with that when ever she can.Her music preferences are Rock and techno.She likes reading historical books.
Bridget like confident, athletic and musical guys. Dieudonné family just moved into new town and Bridget was signed up for a new school. It is always hard to start from scratch. But bridgie is strong at she knows she will manage.
Anything else you might want to add: Bridgie loves chocolate chip cookies, hanging out at clubs and raspbery sherbet. She is alergic to limes and she loves caffiene(basicly coffe or tea).She hates eating any form of fish because she is a surfer and surfers befriend fish not eat it. She has slight fear of spoons(childhood incident involving Damien almost spooning her left eye out. Good thing parents saw them and Bridgie still has both eyes)
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Application - Lilith Fitzgerald


Name: Lilith Bethany Fitzgerald (she HATES her middle name)

Age/Class: 16/Junior

Clique: she doesn't consider herself as pertaining to any clique, though she's closer to a Troublemaker than anything else (so, yes, Troublemaker). She does however get lumped in with the Goths on a regular basis due to her predilection for dark clothes, fishnets and stompy boots, but she does not identify with them. She absolutely hates being associated with Emos.

After School Activity: Drama club, mostly because Leigh's in it.

Brief History/Personality Description: Lilith has been called many things: troubled girl, troublemaker, a waste of potential, freak and slut being among them. She is ok with that, because it only proves most people's tendency to pigeonhole based on shallow assumption and stereotypes, plus there is the added benefit that she remains always one step ahead of them all, because if there's one thing Lilith isn't, it's predictable. Boisterous, but not an indiscriminate hothead, sharp-tongued but not innately malicious, Lilith has difficulties connecting and bonding with other people, which her refusal to be considered a part of any of the established highschool cliques does not help. She is, however, not necessarily unfriendly, though her quirky personality, dry humour and sarcasm tend to come across as off-putting, even aggressive. She enjoys new thrills and challenges and messing with the world view of certain people who seem to glide through life as though they had been born with a set of skills she apparently lacked. Especially reluctant to invest trust and feelings in other people, once her good opinion is lost, it is lost forever: Lilith is notoriously unforgiving and tends to hold grudges. She holds “posers” in the greatest contempt, those people who carved themselves a fake exterior to please the masses, regardless of what clique they were in and she has been known to stand up for the underdog just out of principle. Deeply-set trust issues also surround her general attitude towards boys and dating, and indeed Lilith displays fairly liberal views towards the latter. In her own (boastful) words, “men are only good for one thing” and she pursues them freely, but avoids any real form of romantic commitment, supposedly because she has no need for it and is perfectly happy with casual sex. In reality, it is a defense mechanism, Lilith being stubbornly convinced that once she gave her heart to someone, it would be returned to her in a million pieces, and yet she seeks out guys she is able to get along with. These shallow encounters serve to inadequately fill the void in her which secretly cries out for attention, and affection, a void created by the general difficulty Lilith has with maintaining friendships. In spite of appearances however, she is quite discriminate regarding her partners, harbouring a strong hatred for manipulators and men who degrade women.

As a student, Lilith maintains average grades with the occasional failures as well as the odd exceptional result when she bothers to study properly (usually when she has no other choice, such as during detention). The only thing that keeps her from being among the best students in the year is her general apathy towards school work, much to her teachers' disdain. As long as she is able to maintain mediocre grades with just minimal studying, she is happier to devote herself to more interesting activities, such as partying, boys and, of course, her band.

The band, of which Leigh Grayson is also a member, is the centre of Lilith's world: she finds escape and expression in the music and the moment she begins to sing all her troubles seem to fade away; she feels powerful and invincible, and most of all, that she is actually worth something. She fantasizes about fame and their “big break”, while fully embracing the whole “sex, drugs and rock'n'roll” lifestyle. Her love of music makes Lilith a great fan of dancing and she has been known to gain access to nightclubs teens weren't usually allowed in and party her ass off, usually ending up with a horrid hangover and a strange guy in her bed the following day. She maintains an undefined sort of friendship with Leigh, and the other member of their band.

Anything else you might want to add: There is a reason why Lilith scorns emotional attachment: she has seen the effect her father had on her mother who loved him and how he used those feelings against her.

Oh yeah, I forgot to say: I'm open to connections, plots, ideas, etc


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Name
Evan Marshall

Age/Class
16/Junior

Clique
Oddballs

After School Activity
Music Club

Brief History/Personality Description
Evan Marshall was born into a broken family. From the day he was born, his mother raised him by herself. After their divorce when his mother was still pregnant with him, Evan's father left the family for good, neglecting even to pay the required child support. But to his mother it was good riddance for his father had been a lazy, no account drunk who lacked any ambition whatsoever and could not provide for the family. During Evan's childhood, his mother worked two jobs to support herself and her young son.

In her spare time, which was rare, she loved to write. She sent off a manuscript to a major publisher on a whim and to her great surprise her story was accepted for publishing. Her first novel was published and quickly became a bestseller when Evan was only ten years old. Nowadays he and his mother live in a spacious Colonial home on a spacious plot of land dotted with many trees. To date, his mother has published five novels and is currently working on her latest. As a result of her newfound craft, his mother became slightly reclusive and Evan found himself alone a lot of the time although he didn't feel neglected. He knew his mother loved him in her own way. She wasn't prone to displays of affection, but he didn't mind.

During his childhood, he had only a few best friends and he would run and play around the neighborhood with them whenever he wanted to. His mother was not the most attentive of parents and so he often was left to his own devices. He developed a mischievous, playful streak that exists to the present day. He is very fond of jokes and pranks and doesn't take anything too seriously. Life is one big game and all the people in the world the players.

At his first high school, where he spent his freshman and sophomore years, Evan was expelled for one of his practical jokes. He had decided to play a prank on his least favorite teacher, Mrs. Burnett, which backfired. Mrs. Burnett was deathly afraid of spiders as she liked to remind the class at least once a week during one of her many boring, droning lectures. So Evan decided to bring in a fake tarantula and place it on her seat one morning before class started. To his horror and dismay, however, when Mrs. Burnett saw the tarantula she was so terrified that she had a heart attack right then and there. He hadn't known about Mrs. Burnett's heart condition, and he'd only wanted to play a funny prank, but the principal didn't find anything amusing about the situation and since Evan had already had a long history of detentions and suspensions for his previous misadventures, the principal decided enough was enough. Evan was kicked out.

His mother searched for another school in the area in which to enroll her son and decided on Brooklake High. It's Evan's last chance to make it work at his new school. If he gets kicked out of high school again, he doesn't know what he'll do. His mother warned him that if he gets expelled again he'll have to go work at the local fast food joint flipping hamburgers for the rest of his life. Not looking forward to such a job, Evan has promised his mother that he would behave. However, he knows such a thing is easier said than done.

Anything else you might want to add
Evan is a new transfer to Brooklake High. His favorite thing to do, besides making fun of other people and himself and playing pranks on people, is playing the guitar. He owns his own cherry red Gibson Les Paul, which he treats as carefully as a newborn infant. He prides himself on his irrepressible sense of humor, and he knows that because of it people often don't take him very seriously. However, deep down he can be quite serious if the situation calls for it, but his first reaction to anything, especially any stressful situation, is to laugh. That gets him into trouble more often than not for laughing during grave situations.

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Lilith Fitzgerald - Math class - Outside


...Tock-tock-tock-tock...

A brisk, impatient staccato mingled with the usual noises of a classroom: a cough here, a hushed conversation there among the ever-present sound of pens scraping on paper in tandem with the monotonous droning of the teacher's voice. Between Lilith's index and middle finger was balanced a pen whose tip and end she bounced incessantly upon the surface of a notebook, creating that interminable succession of short, sharp sounds while her thoughts drifted further and further away from the lesson at hand.

“This much boredom should be illegal” the redhead mused scornfully and her eyes drifted momentarily from the empty point in space she'd been staring into and back the page half-filled with equations, various notations and scribblings that was positioned on her desk. Lilith despised math with a fiery passion; it was her worst subject and it didn't help that she'd barely scraped a passing grade the previous term. Given her tendency to not study outside class, Lilith tried not to skip too many classes, particularly math – at least, if she had no particular plans. With every fibre in her screaming for release and more and more difficulty concentrating to whatever Benetti was telling them, the decision to “screw it” was promptly reached, leaving Lilith to count the minutes that crawled by. After all, the term had just started, she had plenty of time to catch up.

At one point, the girl seated in front of Lilith turned around with an irritated frown knitting her brows together; it was the second time she'd done it and, as before, she found herself stared down by Lilith's impassive eyes: let's see who has more patience, went the silent message. Considering she had been in that class more than forty minutes without losing her sh*t (yet), the answer was obvious and following a third attempt, the girl did not turn again for the remainder of the class.

“I swear, these geeks can get on my nerves as much as the preps at times” Lilith thought, the pen bouncing unrelentingly in her hand. She had just as much right to vent her boredom as the other girl did to lap up every last of Benetti's words, and if that happened to bother her...well, plenty of things bothered Lilith, but unlike some, she coped.

When at last, the sweet, sweet sound of the bell rang out through the stuffy classroom, several cheers welcomed it. At once, the subdued semi-silence was replaced by loud chatter, the clattering of chairs and many pairs of feet shuffling as the students scrambled for the door. Despite her eagerness to leave, Lilith made no attempt to join the throng currently clogging the doorway and instead waited until she could stroll out at her usual meandering pace. Unless she had reason to hurry, Lilith liked taking her time when moving from one place to another, which had the extra benefit of avoiding most congestions that tended to form in hallways after the bell just rang. Lilith wasn't big on crowds, particularly since they always seemed to contain people she disliked.

Popping her Ipod headphones in each ear, Lilith's eardrums were assaulted by the heavy bass of whatever track was on shuffle, blocking out the surrounding noises of a highschool in recess; it was just as well because, on her way towards the exit, she passed a group of cheerleaders huddled around a notice board. Judging by the rapid movements of their lips, Lilith knew that without the music to blot it out, the squealing and chattering would have been eyeroll-inducing. They were fretting over that moronic Winter Formal that had the entire school buzzing with excitement, and only momentarily ceased their conversation to glance critically after Lilith who strolled by with the characteristic stomping footsteps her signature boots were known to produce. An uneven black top hung lopsidedly atop a bondage skirt that left a good portion of her legs on display, wrapped in one of Lilith's many tights/fishnets combos.

Her destination took her outside in the frozen yard, where Lilith quickly replaced her hoodie and began rummaging inside her bag for a pack of cigarettes and a lighter. Strategically positioned out of sight, she lit one and brought it to her lips: tobacco and tar fumes filled her mouth and lungs, draining the tension from her body and bringing with them the familiar sensation of calm. Lilith exhaled at length and leaned against the wall, gazing at the world through slitted eyelids.



((ooc: Not approachable at this moment, this is just an introductory post for me (and others) to get into her character a bit.

Thank you everyone for the welcome!