Nora Rose Bridgette

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Character Name: Nora Rose Bridgette
Nickname(s): Nor
Gender: Female
Age: 19 years
Occupation: Photo Journalist
Sexuality: Straight
Weight: 126
Height: 5'5''
Appearance:

There are many different attempts I try to make with my appearance. I think my hair has successfully been every color of the rainbow. Right now it sits below my shoulders in its natural dark brown glory. Depending on the day my hair will be down, up, or pinned up in a fancy or cute way. I’m guilty of looking up Youtube or Tumblr links of new hairstyles then trying them out. Whether it’s my famous “out of bed” look or a simplified pin up doll style, I’m willing to roll with it! I’m not anything special in terms of bloodlines; I really think I’m just white. My skin is pale; I have a slim figure and stand at about 5’5’’. I’d like to think that my body is a little curvier than it actually is, but I’m able to pull off quite a few looks regardless.
Growing up was the starting point for my “fashion sense” if you will. When everyone else got fresh store bought clothes, I was wearing my parent’s old concert shirts, thrift store steals, and shirts that I had silk screened. There was nothing wrong with that of course, but we could afford to have what all the other kids had, I always wondered why we didn’t. To this day, I wear clothes that I silk screen, rip and tear myself, or find at thrift stores. As a writer, I love thrift stores because of how much history and stories each piece of clothing carries. Fashion is another creative outlet, not Dolce and Gabbana fashion, but taking pieces and putting them together; making something beautiful and feeling beautiful.
Now that’s not to say I don’t dabble in Victoria’s Secret or Forever 21 every once in a while either. Variety is my main goal, I like to keep it fresh some days and not so fresh other days. What I wear isn’t too different from others; it’s just cheaper most times. Unlike some women, I have no shame in walking outside in sweats with no makeup on my face. If you can’t take someone that’s not dolled up all the time, you can’t take me. Other days I’m wearing jeans and a sweatshirt that I see 20 other people have. Sometimes I’m wearing the special vintage dress that I found, that was just my size, and happened to go perfectly with my olive leggings hanging in my closet. There are no limits with me; I see that as a good thing.

Personality:

Personality:

I am an activist, a writer, and a photographer; I am everything you have seen before and more. Activism is one of the biggest parts of who I am. From activism you see my strongest traits: loyalty, enthusiasm, and passion. For the rights of animals and the rights of the people I strive to volunteer, campaign and raise money for all the different movements there are to support. I know that I am young but I was always raised to pay attention to what’s going on in the world. Politics and controversial issues are my things, that’s where you really see my rather dominate opinionated side shine through. My opinions get me in trouble sometimes. I do care a lot about people and I’m fair enough not to shove what I believe down someone else’s throat but I’ll never back down from a heated debate; I have an incredibly strong personality in that case.

If you haven’t already guessed, I’m not a shy person. I love to write, it’s what I do and it’s the only way I can make it through most days. My passion is to be a photo journalist one day, that’s what I’m going to college for. I’m loyal and determined to my future and to my friends. I love making up stories and writing this story: my life. My past doesn’t define who I am by any means but sometimes I get guardedor scared because of who I was. Relationships are harder for me sometimes and I don’t always feel comfortable around men.

Capturing moments on camera has given me physical proof of my growth. Looking through my scrapbook, I can see who I was and who I want to be. It’s important for me to remember that because sometimes I forget who I am. I struggle with depression and anxiety. Too many people make me lose my head and I retreat into my apartment for days. My doctor’s prescribed medicine for it but I’m so oblivious and forgetful I always forget to take it until it’s too late. I understand that most times it requires a great deal of patience to deal with me and I appreciate the people that make that extra effort. I wouldn’t be where I am today without them.

History:

I was born and raised in Napa Valley throughout my whole life. I have lived in one house for 19 years with the same two parents and no siblings. All the drama in my history revolves around the outside world. Our property and my family were my sanctuary; without them, I don't know who I'd be. We lived on a vineyard and my parents made and sold wine and creative pastries they could make out of our fruit trees out back. My house was beautiful, we weren’t rich but we lived so comfortably. It was two stories but till had the cottage feel to it. Our kitchen was decorated with paintings and always smelt of some delicious fruit. We had a sun room filled with plants and French doors. I was raised Buddhist so often times, that was where my parents and I would meditate.

To my knowledge at least, no one in my family eats meat. I was raised vegetarian and took the leap into veganism at an early age. My parents chose to live a healthy lifestyle and I chose to be poison free. The best part of my childhood was that my parents encouraged difference. I was allowed to make mistakes and learn from them. I was allowed to explore and find myself. Without that, I wouldn’t be as grounded as I am today.

I started high school naive, horny, and ultimately ignorant. The biggest incident of my entire life was being attacked by my teacher. I wasn’t at a party or walking alone in a dark alley, I was in the safety of a classroom, getting help after school. I’ve never told anyone about what happened in that classroom, I just changed. My parents thought I was going through the regular change, I knew it was more. After the assault, I changed my tune. High school wasn’t an option anymore, I became an online student. Writing, activism and my camera were what helped me get through that time. Photography is the biggest part of my history, and I'm still writing it; I'd like to say it saved my life in high school. I took a year off after high school to travel and to my own things, joining Earth Corps and climbing among board to save the earth. A year later I guess I'm here trying out college for photo journalism; let’s see how this goes.

Sample Rp:

The text had been sent minutes ago but it had already felt like hours, there that damn clock was, slowing down in the worst of times yet again. This was going to be hard, beyond hard, nearly fucking impossible but it had to be done. He set his phone down after sending one more urgent text to Allyce to meet him at the apartment so they could talk, it was going to freak her out and he knew it. Angel had left a few hours prior, Pete didn’t even want her in this state when he explained this to Allyce, especially pregnant. The words were being rewritten and reorganized inside his head repeatedly, as he paced back and forth in the living room. To keep his hands busy, Pete de-armed the house by putting everything that could kill him, such as knives or sharp glass objects, tucked away from what was soon to be the line of fire; this was going to be bad. Not only was this going to be bad, it was going to be catastrophic, they really weren’t in a secure enough place in their relationship to be dealing with this blow but of course, whatever is bad Pete has to make worse.

By the door, were Pete’s suitcases, he would be surprised if they didn’t break up over this, and he wasn’t going to fight it anymore. Six long long years of fighting and cheating on Allyce, how long could two people try? How much pain could Allyce take? Truth was, at this point, if she didn’t break up with Pete, Pete was going to break them up. He wanted her to be pissed; he wanted her to throw him out because it was what he deserved, less then what he deserved. This was going to be the last time this happened, no girl deserves to be treated as if they aren’t good enough for the truth.

And how exactly did this happen? Pete asked himself, going over the night’s events in his head. Somehow his brain never connected the two events, Angel casually coming over, and then Angel and him sleeping together. God, he cringed at the thought, not because he was disgusted with Angel, but more himself and the obstacles that lie just ahead. Cooper, Stan, Juliet - their reactions to the news would be almost as heartbreaking as Allyce’s reaction. Heart shattering, it was, to think about 6 years thrown down the toilet in one night that Pete hardly remembered. Angel drinking was going to be another thing he was going to get shit for, no one gets themselves in situations like Pete fucking Wentz does. Memory served him incorrect, he couldn’t tell what had been his first sip of alcohol and his last and that was going to piss Allyce off even more. His hands were shaking and sweaty- he was scared, with a damn good reason to be. It wasn’t likely he fucked with her face to face, she could take him down in just one glare, but this would have been lethal any other way, unacceptable.

Once it finally registered that there was nothing that could be done until Allyce arrived, Pete took a seat on the couch, in the silence and just thought. His head found its way down into his lap, as his thoughts raced around and around the track. Hopefully Angel had gotten home okay, he’d never forgive himself if something happened to her or the baby, and he hoped to god, she hadn’t been drinking. There was no doubt about it; this was going to be a long fucking night.

Celeb:

Zooey Deschanel

Out Of Character:

Elle, 19, 10, PM, no other sites. PM for msn/aim!

*I started her as a townie then changed her to college but I didn't want to start a new app. If you need me to I can, I wasn't sure if there was any way to just move it.
Sorry about that =/

[elijah dean kennedy]

First off, welcome to Central!
I'm not a regular staffer, but Shannon (the admin) asked me to step in and help out around the site for a little bit so I'm not just some random person haha.
I enjoyed reading your app because I really got a sense of personality from it. The way you wrote in the first person definitely increased the feeling, or at least thats what I got from it.

There were just a few issues that I noticed that aren't a huge problem, but it's cool if they're fixed anyhow. You tend to use commas a lot where they're not necessary. Like I said, not a big issue, but it helps to clear up the sentences and make them flow easier. An example: "Fashion is another creative outlet, not Dolce and Gabbana fashion, but taking pieces and putting them together; making something beautiful and feeling beautiful." should be "Fashion is another creative outlet. Not Dolce and Gabbana fashion, but taking pieces and putting them together; making something look beautiful and feeling beautiful." Just keep in mind that most of the time things do not have to have commas in them and even the smallest of sentences is a full sentence.
Some semi-colon usage was off a little too. For example in the appearance section: "My skin is pale; I have a slim figure and stand about 5'5"." should be "My skin is quite pale. I have a slim figure and stand about 5'5"." It breaks up the two ideas allowing them to flow more.

Other than that I think you described her very well. I got a clear sense of what kind of person she is and how she feels about things which is very awesome. Just remember to not over-use those commas and have fun!

No worries about the application switch. Just send me a PM with her major and the school she's going to (Central College or another non-fictional school).