Post by Brodie Dhonchaindh on Apr 14, 2007 18:12:20 GMT -5
Name: Brodie Dhonchaindh
Nick Names: Dodz
Age:: 19
Birthday: April 20th
Reason for attending festival:
To play with her band and to generally cause more chaos than possible. It’s her life dream to cause a riot and end up having someone seriously hurt, after all it’s hilarious when its not happening to you! Plus there has to be some pretty good shit there too. After all it’s a music festival. Not to mention she plans on bankrupting the organizers by drinking ALL the booze that is humanly possible.
:Job: Bassist for punk rock band ‘2nd*R’ aka Second Star To The Right.
Picture of your character:
Personality:
Brodie is brash and loud. She’s angry and she wants everyone to know it. She doesn’t really care if she has a attitude problem in fact she uses it to her advantage. She loves attention, she seeks and craves it.
If Brodie doesn’t like someone she lets them know, in fact she starts more fights than conversations. She loves to fight and cause trouble. She doesn’t like many people though, if you get on the wrong side of her you will be sorry. She doesn’t stop until she’s satisfied she has got her own back and this girl has set peoples lockers on fire! God knows what she may do in a drunken pilled up state.
When she does like someone though she is a true and loyal person. She will kill anyone who so much as threatens to hurt her friends and her band are her life. Someone walks across them the wrong way and hell mend them. Saying that she’s not really as violent as she makes out. She hates herself. She hates herself for what she has become a pill popping drunken stoner who walks on to a stage and throws herself around it for a show then gets off and gets wrecked.
She often sits and thinks about what life would be like if she were different, she’s introspective yet at the same time doesn’t really let anyone know. She likes people to think she’s shallow and just a pretty drunken face, after all intelligence isn’t really needed in this business and she knows it. Being the only girl in her band she is usual called upon her looks she resents it deeply, upon looking for a record deal she was told to lose weight and to dress differently. Needless to say Brodie told them where to fucking go.
She hates fakers yet she’s probably the biggest one of them all. The only time she’s really happy is on a stage, the rest of the time she’s pretty miserable. She hates who she has become so goes out and gets waisted, wakes up in a bathtub somewhere and the whole cycle begins again.
History:
Brodie was born to Effy Dhonchaindh when she was only 15 years old and left on the streets of New York. She grew up in care and has never met her birth mother or father. Growing up in care she found herself ever angrier and frustrated with society. She was looked down upon and spat on because of who she was. Most of her music reflects how angry she is at the world. She hates how she had her childhood stolen from her.
All though school Brodie found herself being the left over kid, the last one to be picked for sports and the last kid in line. She never tried that hard at school, thrown off by the prospect of having to work even harder to claw any recognition she let herself slip away. She ignored teachers, got in fights and basically became a bully. She beat up kids in the playground and was generally hated by everyone. Better to be feared than laughed at.
High school was even worse. Brodie fell in with the wrong crowd, she went out drinking, fighting and has a criminal record longer than the Golden Gate Bridge. She discovered music and was taught by her best friend (and now guitarist of her band) Deryck how to play the bass an instrument which she took to like a duck to water. For once Brodie discovered her natural talent however it was all overshadowed by what was going on in her personal life.
Brodie didn’t get on with any of the kids she lived with at the care home, and she was getting past the age that most parents wanted to foster. Needles to say she reached her 16th birthday and after 6 failed fostering attempts she was sent to Military School for a year by a judge after setting fire to a teachers car.
She was promptly kicked out of there as well for use of drunks and her general behavior. Brodie firmly believes she’s a fuck up and music is the last chance she has to change that. In 2003 2nd*R Second Star To The Right was born. They spent three years gigging around New York, touring, writing and recording. Three years of solid work have landed them a place at the festival and they are damned if they will screw this up. There major label debut is insight after two highly successful independent label albums they are well on there way to hitting it big.
Only question is will fame destroy her more?
Likes::
Pills.
Drugs.
Booze.
Partying.
Boys.
Playing her Bass.
Her Band.
Music.
Breaking Hearts.
Fighting.
Swearing.
Bullying.
Violence.
Attention.
Chaos.
Anarchy.
Riots.
Dislikes:
Love.
Being ignored.
Calmness.
Soberness.
iPods.
Stuck up people.
Fakes.
Tidiness.
The police.
Authority.
The care system.
The government.
God.
Technology.
Sample Post:
She flinched as the glass vase hit the wall behind her and shattered. Eilidh had seen her dad angry, hell she had seen him more than angry but never like this, for the first time in her life she found herself questioning if her life was in actual danger. The vase wasn't the only thing that hit the wall, so did she, then the floor with a horrible thud.
"What did I fucking do to end up with a kid like you? Eh? Was I that bad in a past fucking life that god graced me with such a fucking waste of space." She hated his voice, she hated the way he was yelling at her, god it hurt her heart and it hurt even more when she felt herself dragged up off the floor. "Eh? What did I do wrong? What kind of hellish accident are you?" Another blow another part of her was starting to believe him. "So whats your answer?
A moment of deadly silence, she expect another hit and she was right - yet again.
"I'm not going."
"Then your going out this fucking house." Eilidh didn't even wonder what the hell he meant by it before she felt the rush of cold hair and felt concrete under her. Looking up she heard the front door slam shut and he was gone and...she was outside.
Eilidh felt the cold rain falling on her in torrential sheets as a flash of lighting lit up the sky and the most horrible sound in the world hit her - thunder. Eilidh was terrified off it. She sat there for a few moments, feeling the rain hit her, the wind behind it making it all that more worse. She just sat there, wondering what the hell was going on what the hell was happening and how had all this changed so much. By now the rain was starting to permeate though the thin t-shirt she was wearing. She just didn't know what to do, but she knew she couldn't go back in that house.
Standing up she started walking, rubbing her side, Christ she knew she would have a nice bruise in the morning. The wind and raindrops hitting her cheek hurt like hell, stringing as tears mixed with rain water until the two were indistinguishable from each other.
She didn't even know where she was walking, she just kept going, she might even walk around all night then figure out what to do in the morning, that was until she found herself standing outside someones door, good old subconscious had guided her here.
She just stood there for a moment, another flash of lightning and another burst of thunder punctured the air violently. She was going to knock on his door but she couldn't. Instead her back fell against the wall, sliding down it as she cried, god even that hurt. She dig her phone out her pocket and flipped it open, her fingers automatically opened one picture in particular. She just looked at it, wondering how Indra would take all this in, would he mind her turning up at this hour of the morning, he was most probably asleep.
Her finger hit his speed dial, 'please don't be off, please don't be off' she thought to herself, another burst of light and she dropped the phone on to the concrete, curling up.
And there she was left sitting on his doorstep like some stray cat soaked though to the skin and in a fleeting moment she wondered how pathetic he would think she was.
What you need:
"I, Sammie, have read the rules and will obey them. I understand the consequences of breaking the rules of Tombstone Festival and understand and agree to the consequences."
Nick Names: Dodz
Age:: 19
Birthday: April 20th
Reason for attending festival:
To play with her band and to generally cause more chaos than possible. It’s her life dream to cause a riot and end up having someone seriously hurt, after all it’s hilarious when its not happening to you! Plus there has to be some pretty good shit there too. After all it’s a music festival. Not to mention she plans on bankrupting the organizers by drinking ALL the booze that is humanly possible.
:Job: Bassist for punk rock band ‘2nd*R’ aka Second Star To The Right.
Picture of your character:
Personality:
Brodie is brash and loud. She’s angry and she wants everyone to know it. She doesn’t really care if she has a attitude problem in fact she uses it to her advantage. She loves attention, she seeks and craves it.
If Brodie doesn’t like someone she lets them know, in fact she starts more fights than conversations. She loves to fight and cause trouble. She doesn’t like many people though, if you get on the wrong side of her you will be sorry. She doesn’t stop until she’s satisfied she has got her own back and this girl has set peoples lockers on fire! God knows what she may do in a drunken pilled up state.
When she does like someone though she is a true and loyal person. She will kill anyone who so much as threatens to hurt her friends and her band are her life. Someone walks across them the wrong way and hell mend them. Saying that she’s not really as violent as she makes out. She hates herself. She hates herself for what she has become a pill popping drunken stoner who walks on to a stage and throws herself around it for a show then gets off and gets wrecked.
She often sits and thinks about what life would be like if she were different, she’s introspective yet at the same time doesn’t really let anyone know. She likes people to think she’s shallow and just a pretty drunken face, after all intelligence isn’t really needed in this business and she knows it. Being the only girl in her band she is usual called upon her looks she resents it deeply, upon looking for a record deal she was told to lose weight and to dress differently. Needless to say Brodie told them where to fucking go.
She hates fakers yet she’s probably the biggest one of them all. The only time she’s really happy is on a stage, the rest of the time she’s pretty miserable. She hates who she has become so goes out and gets waisted, wakes up in a bathtub somewhere and the whole cycle begins again.
History:
Brodie was born to Effy Dhonchaindh when she was only 15 years old and left on the streets of New York. She grew up in care and has never met her birth mother or father. Growing up in care she found herself ever angrier and frustrated with society. She was looked down upon and spat on because of who she was. Most of her music reflects how angry she is at the world. She hates how she had her childhood stolen from her.
All though school Brodie found herself being the left over kid, the last one to be picked for sports and the last kid in line. She never tried that hard at school, thrown off by the prospect of having to work even harder to claw any recognition she let herself slip away. She ignored teachers, got in fights and basically became a bully. She beat up kids in the playground and was generally hated by everyone. Better to be feared than laughed at.
High school was even worse. Brodie fell in with the wrong crowd, she went out drinking, fighting and has a criminal record longer than the Golden Gate Bridge. She discovered music and was taught by her best friend (and now guitarist of her band) Deryck how to play the bass an instrument which she took to like a duck to water. For once Brodie discovered her natural talent however it was all overshadowed by what was going on in her personal life.
Brodie didn’t get on with any of the kids she lived with at the care home, and she was getting past the age that most parents wanted to foster. Needles to say she reached her 16th birthday and after 6 failed fostering attempts she was sent to Military School for a year by a judge after setting fire to a teachers car.
She was promptly kicked out of there as well for use of drunks and her general behavior. Brodie firmly believes she’s a fuck up and music is the last chance she has to change that. In 2003 2nd*R Second Star To The Right was born. They spent three years gigging around New York, touring, writing and recording. Three years of solid work have landed them a place at the festival and they are damned if they will screw this up. There major label debut is insight after two highly successful independent label albums they are well on there way to hitting it big.
Only question is will fame destroy her more?
Likes::
Pills.
Drugs.
Booze.
Partying.
Boys.
Playing her Bass.
Her Band.
Music.
Breaking Hearts.
Fighting.
Swearing.
Bullying.
Violence.
Attention.
Chaos.
Anarchy.
Riots.
Dislikes:
Love.
Being ignored.
Calmness.
Soberness.
iPods.
Stuck up people.
Fakes.
Tidiness.
The police.
Authority.
The care system.
The government.
God.
Technology.
Sample Post:
She flinched as the glass vase hit the wall behind her and shattered. Eilidh had seen her dad angry, hell she had seen him more than angry but never like this, for the first time in her life she found herself questioning if her life was in actual danger. The vase wasn't the only thing that hit the wall, so did she, then the floor with a horrible thud.
"What did I fucking do to end up with a kid like you? Eh? Was I that bad in a past fucking life that god graced me with such a fucking waste of space." She hated his voice, she hated the way he was yelling at her, god it hurt her heart and it hurt even more when she felt herself dragged up off the floor. "Eh? What did I do wrong? What kind of hellish accident are you?" Another blow another part of her was starting to believe him. "So whats your answer?
A moment of deadly silence, she expect another hit and she was right - yet again.
"I'm not going."
"Then your going out this fucking house." Eilidh didn't even wonder what the hell he meant by it before she felt the rush of cold hair and felt concrete under her. Looking up she heard the front door slam shut and he was gone and...she was outside.
Eilidh felt the cold rain falling on her in torrential sheets as a flash of lighting lit up the sky and the most horrible sound in the world hit her - thunder. Eilidh was terrified off it. She sat there for a few moments, feeling the rain hit her, the wind behind it making it all that more worse. She just sat there, wondering what the hell was going on what the hell was happening and how had all this changed so much. By now the rain was starting to permeate though the thin t-shirt she was wearing. She just didn't know what to do, but she knew she couldn't go back in that house.
Standing up she started walking, rubbing her side, Christ she knew she would have a nice bruise in the morning. The wind and raindrops hitting her cheek hurt like hell, stringing as tears mixed with rain water until the two were indistinguishable from each other.
She didn't even know where she was walking, she just kept going, she might even walk around all night then figure out what to do in the morning, that was until she found herself standing outside someones door, good old subconscious had guided her here.
She just stood there for a moment, another flash of lightning and another burst of thunder punctured the air violently. She was going to knock on his door but she couldn't. Instead her back fell against the wall, sliding down it as she cried, god even that hurt. She dig her phone out her pocket and flipped it open, her fingers automatically opened one picture in particular. She just looked at it, wondering how Indra would take all this in, would he mind her turning up at this hour of the morning, he was most probably asleep.
Her finger hit his speed dial, 'please don't be off, please don't be off' she thought to herself, another burst of light and she dropped the phone on to the concrete, curling up.
And there she was left sitting on his doorstep like some stray cat soaked though to the skin and in a fleeting moment she wondered how pathetic he would think she was.
What you need:
"I, Sammie, have read the rules and will obey them. I understand the consequences of breaking the rules of Tombstone Festival and understand and agree to the consequences."
