Brooklyn Nicole Stray

[Brooklyn Stray]

• Name:
Brooklyn Nicole Stray
• Age:
11
• Descent:
Poseidon

• Description:

Brooklyn's long black hair falls to her shoulders in either waves or straight length. It depends commonly on the weather, or her mood. Her piercing blue eyes can break a boy's heart in a single glance, but she rather would decline from this. Her rose red lips catch attention, but she likes to draw yes back by setting them a pale pink. Her cheek bones are slightly high arisen, and appear strange to her face. Her model form is praised.

• Personality:
Brooklyn is a pleasant friend. She's always embraces chances to form bonds with other mortals and demigods. Social and playful, she's funloving and outgoing. Often the liveliest grape of the bunch, and she knows. She loves to be the center of attention, but not in a bad way, and not in an overwhelming way. She is extremely flirtatious and charming, and with lots of persuasion, she can get lots of things. She has a short temper too, that isn't very 'charming' once you see it.

• Abilities:
Brooklyn is very powerful in water. She's at her best when she's near it or in it. Her talents always improve with praise or friendships about her. She's strong with a sword, but only uses it when necessary. Otherwise, she likes to use water. Other strong points consist of making friends, charming others. She is at her weakest when alone or angry.

• Camp Half-Blood:
Brooklyn doesn't necessarily have a favorite class, challenge, or teacher. She does like swordmanship and pegasusback riding well, but isn't necessarily good at pegasusback riding. She loves to be challenged, however, so this is why she does not have a favorite. But she does like Capture

• RP Sample:

Reese's lengthy hair cascaded in waves down her straight back. Her eyes pierced the cove with much might, and thorough beauty. Breathing in and out stiffly, she attempted to inhale the sweet watery air. She closed her eyes with rue and hatred, as she glanced briefly behind her back. This was not her idea of petty fun or any sort of make-believe joy, this was her dull, barren, desperate escape. This was a place where she hopes no one could bother her.

Reese rested her liquidy blue eyes gently upon the unfurling waves as the collapsed on the soft, powdery sand that laced the cove with a reminiscent peace. Her long boney fingers closed and opened violently as she reviewed the day in her mind - the terrible heart-wrenching replay.

Humiliated as she walked down the stairs, her eyes glittering with unnecessary pride, thier depth quickly hardening to ice as she looked proudly about her fellow students. A warm, scornful sigh escaped her lips as she tumbled down the stairs. Laughing. And people beginning to look away in hate mixed with biting pity. Reese felt a daimond tear roll down her cheek - and it was all a distant memory now.

[Lucia White]

Accepted. Although the picture you provided does not fir the image of an 11 year old girl. Maybe it's her some years late~? I'll let it slide under that assumption~