Chris Brody

[Chris Brody]

Who You Really Are;
Real Name (nickname): Katelyn
Age: 15
How long have you done this? 4ish years
How good are you at graphics? I‘m all right. Getting better. I‘m going to school to make graphics this year.

Who You Control;
The Easy Stuff;
Full Name: Christopher Neil Brody
Age: 18
Grade: 12
Birthday: September 23rd

The Looks;
Celebrity Used: Adam Brody
Sample Picture:

General Appearance:
Face and Hair
His face is reasonably attractive. His smile is cute, always giving him an air of being a sweetheart, which is far from false advertisement. He has dimples, which contrast with his strong bone structure. His nose has a rather strange shape, neither pointed nor round at the end. Kind eyes are a chocolate brown color, and set beneath a relatively normal brow. Sometimes, his face gets stubbly. Christopher’s hair is dark brown, messy, and slightly wavey. It’s kept at a shorter length, growing past his ears on rare occasions.

Body and Style
Due to his love for soccer, Chris is in shape. He has especially nice calves, of course. He’s kind of short, only measuring in at 5’9”. His right leg is slightly shorter than his left, but it’s only noticeable when he sits and puts his legs out straight. He has long fingers, and big hands. His style is spastic. One day, he may dress in tight jeans and a trendy shirt, and other days he might sport sweats. His clothing reflects his mood. In all honesty, he loves dressing in ‘cute’ clothes. He has a wide array of hats and scarves that he pairs with his sweaters.
[NF]

The Charm;
Fears: Dying Young && Failure && Being Underwater
Hobbies: Reading && Soccer && Video Games && Graphic Design
Likes:
Good Conversation
Coffee
British Literature
Indie/Powerpop/Techno Music
Phone Calls && Texting
Singing
Computers
The Beach
Parties; Just to Chill
Cold//Winter
Dislikes:
Drunk Drivers
Drugs
Whoresluts
Being Caught Between Two People
Rap Music
Arrogant Asses
Eggplant; groossss.
Summer Weather
General Personality:
The Geek
Chris is the geek. Typically, he’s an intelligent boy. It comes naturally, so his excellent grades require little work and study. Teachers tend to love him, which isn’t too surprising. People always come to him for help on their schoolwork. Most of his friends have the habit of using him to get better grades. Luckily, Chris doesn’t mind too much. It’s understood that he’s the smart guy. It’s his job to help everyone else.

In addition to his superior brain power, Chris has a sweet, loveable disposition. He’s the good guy who listens to your problems. Who gives you advice, or just a hug, or a shoulder to cry on. He has enough respect for a girl to not try to get in her pants constantly. Opening car doors and pulling out chairs for girls is something he takes pride in. He’s actually nice, unlike most of the jerks that frequent the halls of Bentley.
[NF]

The Past;
Birth Place: Sacramento
Hometown: Sacramento
General History:
Christopher Brody was born to a retired forty-seven year old supermodel by the name of Jennifer Brody. She found out she was pregnant after she’d gotten through the first trimester. This baby was a complete surprise, and a huge mistake. Jen had never liked kids, and hadn’t planned on having one… Lucky for Chris, she did not believe in abortion, and simply couldn’t put him up for adoption after giving birth. So she kept him, becoming a single, wealthy, mother of one.

Chris grew up with nannies to take care of him rather than his mother. He was home schooled, but made friends via his soccer team. As a rule, he was a sweet child. He only got in trouble a few times. He developed the nasty habit of swearing when he was a young nine years old. Since then he’s tried to shake it, but it has stuck. Most of his friends are used to it, though it’s a bit out of character for someone so nice.

Curiosity took over when he was 10. He began to search for his father, going through his mother’s phonebook and calling every man, and asking if they’d had sex with his mom about 10-11 years ago. No one admitted to it. At the age of twelve, he ran away from home. No one would care, anyway. His mother was too busy with her work, which she had supposedly ‘retired’ from. Of course, he didn’t even get out of town before getting caught. After that, his mother decided it was best to send him to boarding school. At the age of fourteen, Bentley Preparatory School became his new home. Friends have come and gone, but Chris has remained the same old Chris.


The Relatives;
(If you use pictures, please make them 100x100)
Father's Name: Unknown
Father's Age: Unknown
Father's Job: Unknown

Mother's Name: Jennifer Brody
Mother's Age: 60
Mother's Job: Retired Model

Siblings: None

Other Family: None.
Pets: Marley [irish wolfhound]

The Conclusion;
Anything Else?
Rp Sample?
Riley was late for class. She’d gotten held up in the bathrooms, since all of the stalls were full except for the ones that held disgusting contents within the toilet. But she really had to go, and she doubted Mr. Parks would let her, since she had left class everyday last year for such visits. Her bladder really was overactive. Four minutes late for Drama, Riley tried to slip into the auditorium silently. It was impossible. The double doors were heavy and loud, and in plain view of anyone standing on the stage, which is where Mr. Parks liked to be. Well. Detention, it was. Damn her bladder.

She slipped past a boy in the very back row that was designated for the class, and sat beside him. She didn’t really take note of him, except to give the top of his head a sweet smile before she sat. She liked his shoes; checkers held a spot in her heart. The seat cushion wasn’t very comfortable at all, more hard than soft. She was used to it. A leather purse was slipped off of her arm and onto the ground after she shuffled around in it and pulled out her sidekick. Ah, so Riley was considered a ‘prep’, but she wasn’t popular by far. Her father had enough money to supply her with the things that labeled her as such. She was totally unaware of this fact.

As she crossed her legs, her foot firmly smacked the boy beside her in the leg. Blue eyes grew wide as she tucked her phone in between her thighs, and she was quick to place a hand on his arm. “I am so,” her voice faltered as she registered his face, “sorry.” she finished, still studying him. Piercings were a turn on. Yes. Yesyesyes, they certainly were. Pretty eyes. Pretty face. He was attractive. For some reason or another, Riley was always drawn to the ‘scene’ boys. She loved the fashion and the hair. Of course, she could never pull it off. She’d be called a poser. So, settling for lusting after all of the little scene boys was her only choice.

Her attention was sucked back up to the stage when Mr. Parks began to talk again. It was about the upcoming play. Romeo and Juliet? Gross. Shakespeare was overrated, in her mind. Seriously. What made him so great? She was even skeptical that he even wrote all of his own works. Yes, Riley honestly thought Shakespeare took credit for someone else’s writings. It was possible. She’d done a whole report on it last year in English. She’d try out, though. For Juliet, or her mom. Riley loved acting, singing and dancing. And drawing. She was an active participant in the arts.

A long fingered hand reached up to brush back her hair from her face. She was blond, and dumb. Literally, she was not smart at all in academic subjects. She was known for always holding the class back in math and science, simply because it took her nearly twice as long to understand most stuff.Her attention was drawn back to Skyler. A small smile was sent his way, eyebrows slightly lifted. “You okay?” she finished. She was slowly getting over the sudden attraction to this boy. Why hadn’t she seen him before? He wasn’t the type she’d miss. Definitely not.

[Halley Mitchell]

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