For a Pessimist, I'm Pretty Optimistic(fin)

[\\Bree]

Bree Anna Hawthorn



If Your Bored
Bayside

Don't mean to scare you but
I, I've not been sleeping lately
and phone calls aren't doing much to help.

So if it's all the same I'd
just as soon never have to
offer explanation or excuse again.

We make believe everyday
we make our lives seem like they're still worth living
we find out in the end it's only us that we've been kidding.

So find the darkest place and
search under blankets for me.
Smothering myself in this darkness.
I'm lying down tonight and
you're not lying with me.
Honesty doesn't sit so well on you
some things you just can't fake.

We make believe everyday
we make our lives seem like they're still worth living
we find out in the end it's only us that we've been kidding.

It's just another stupid drama
that no one notices but you
and you only take an interest
when theres nothing else to do.
But you won't mind
Wait for all of it I can't go and wait for all of this.
But you won't mind
Wait for all of it I can't go and wait for all of this.

We make believe everyday
we make our lives seem like they're still worth living
we find out in the end it's only us that we've been kidding.

Just another stupid drama
that no one notices but you
and you only take an interest
when theres nothing else to do.



T H E B A S I C S ;;

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First Name: Bree
Middle Name: Anna
Last Name: Hawthorn
Nickname(s): Little One

DOB:December 27, 1989
Age: 17
Gender:Female
Sexual Orientation: Straight

A P P E A R A N C E ;;

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Face Claim:
model from
lucem.deviantart.com
Natural Hair Color:
Brown
Current Hair Color:
Brown
Eye Color:
Green

Height:
5'4
Weight:
110lbs

Birth Marks:
Just Moles
Piercings:
Ears, Navel
Tattoos:
None
General Appearance: (Optional)

P E R S O N A L I T Y ;;

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Likes:
1. Flowers/ Landscaping
2. Sleep
3. Animals
4. Her dog
5. Vampires
6. Men in Uniform (ie army, marines)
7. food, that should be #1 she LOVES food
8. Music
9. Adult Swim on Cartoon Network
10. Reading
11. Running, or exersise in general.
12. Money
13. Sarcasm
Dislikes:
1. Animal Cruelty
2. Smelly things
3. feet, ew
5. work
6. little dogs
7. Racism
8. Fast Food (health nut)
9. War
10. driving slow
Bad Habits:
1. Nail Biter
2. fidgiter

Hobbies:
1. Running
2. Horseback Riding
3. Paintballing

Introvert or Extrovert?
Introvert
Personality: (Optional)
erg, i hate these sorry. Glad its optional :]

W H O Y O U A R E ;;

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Parents:
Split Up
Maddison(Mother)
Edward(father)
Siblings:
only Child

Ethnicity:
White
Hometown:
Bellevue, WA
Education:
Graduated, wants to go to collage.
History:
Bree was born December 27, 1990 in a small town just outside of Seattle. Her mother was 26 when she was born and her father 31. Bree’s childhood was not normal, her father was an alcoholic and cheated on her mother on a regular basis, finally Madison could take it no more and when Bree was only 6 they moved from Bellevue into Seattle. But it made things no better for Bree, her mother soon after leaving her father started down the same path of alcoholism. Bree had everything she ever could want, but a positive adult figure in her life. She started to ride when she was about 8. Her father paid for the lessons, it was her one escape from the world. Bree’s childhood was just a broken home though, and when she got back from lessons her high would be instantly shattered by her mothers drunken anger or her being passed out on the couch.

As Bree got older her mothers drinking and mostly grieving about the divorce so many years ago faded, and when Bree was about 12 her mother finally realized she was worthless as a mother. She tried to not really face that fact and deny it. She stopped drinking and doing what ever else she did. Bree stopped seeing the strange men come in and out of the house. But she was already emotionally scarred. Bree excelled in all of her classes, but she was like a social outcast. She wasn’t anti social just scared, being around more then one person at a time scared her. To this day she is still very shy around anyone, a group larger then 4 makes her stomach drop to her feet and her heart rate quicken.

At around the age of 14 Bree started track and field, really only to please her mother and to get her off of her back about her lack of friends and always being to busy in her school work. Bree found she loved to run, really more then anything, She is a long distance runner, Bree won the state track meet her first year, even though it was only junior high it was a big deal. Bree isn’t perfect nor anything close to it. The reason she is good at school, running and riding is because those are the only things she does, that’s all she practices for and she aims to be better at them.


Random childhood memory:
Falling off of Antibellem for the first time
Random Memory:
Sneaking out at 2a and walking to the park
Random Fact:
Bree has long monkey toes

O T H E R ;;

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Living Situation: hopefully an apartment
Vehicle: nothin but her own two legs
Pets: German Shepherd (Lotus), Belgian Warmblood (Hemy)

T H E R E A L Y O U ;;

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Name/Alias: Amanda
Years Role playing: um 4 or 5, but I still suck at it
Random Fact: I have a Chihuahua named Moose

T H E E N D ;;

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Anything Else?
Sample Post:

Just Breath

Bree told herself, concintraiting on the natural inahle, exhale of her own body. She was running, something she loved to do and could do forever if givin the opertunity and had no responsibility. She usually was deep in thought when she was running, forgetting that her legs hurt and her body was aching, this deep thought allowed her to run further and further, til her lungs felt like they would collapse. But today, she wasn't in deep thought, or anything, so her breathing was most important to her. The brown haired girl wished she could be like Forest Gump and run across the country, to just forget everything and everyone. Although she had never been a social butterfly she knew it would just be easier.

Killing yourself would be easier too.

Bree mused outloud. But she knew, suicide wasn't the answer and she would never do it, never. It was a selfish thing to do, and really to even think about.

Bree had her hair in a pony tail, it fluttered in the breeze going by it. It was a rather windy day and the wind stung her eye balls, not just the wind but the dust and whatever else floated in it. She had only run 5miles today but it seemed like more, the entire way she was fighting against the wind. Sweat beads had formed on her forhead and almost every where else on her body. But it didn't matter, she was just wearing a sports bra and a pair of shorts. Her body was sleek and well formed, the muscles in her body rippled almost all over. Bree was very well toned but not so muc that she would be intimadating to anyone else. Her green eyes saw right through who ever even glanced at her. She had this ora about her that would make even the friendlist person turn and run, Bree was beautiful but a social outcast from society. Bree's run finally slowed and she walked the last part of her journey, she was headed for the woodland park zoo.

Bree had been there many times, and had memorized were her favorite animals were. She was always trying to get lost, to find something new. Everytime she was amazed even at the animals she didn't care much to look at, some days the lazy bison would be playing or something instead of laying down or eating. This odd brown haired, green eyed girl could sit and stare at the big cats all day. Even though for the most part they were lazy, she couldnt get enough of them. She loved the tigers, to watch them swim and stare in awe of their beauty. Bree sighed softly, sitting down on a bench, and looking at her watch, the time had passed quickly from early morning to late afternoon, her stomach growled in protest of only being fed water, but she wouldn't eat til she got home. Bree stood up, one last look at the tigers and began t move towards the exit.