my example audition for brady (:
for my group ROOTS
if you're interested in role-playing, please check it out!
http://www.polyvore.com/roots/group.show?id=144088
desired name: bradden "brady" deven rhodes
age (25-29): twenty-seven
character's biography: brady gets bored easily. she got bored of her parents at age 11, and at age 15, she was bored of charleston. it wasn't just that she didn't fit--her unruly hair, smudged makeup, and scrunched grimace weren't what you'd normally see in charleston--it was because she didn't want to feel bored anymore. the only time she wouldn't feel bored was with her four other best friends. or when she was in love. you can imagine how that panned out with her restless behavior. after a few weeks that feeling would escape her, and she'd fall back to her friends. eventually, though, she made the decision to leave charleston, and consequently, her friends. she severed all acquaintances with them... she was only 18. this decision rendered her a new blow: not knowing what to do. she went to the only place she knew about: New York City. of course, this decision gave her a new spark. she was restless in a restless city. she finally fit in. she quickly made friends, moved to Brooklyn, and now works in as a flower girl, selling flowers in a cart between E 25th and Clarendon. she is no longer bored. but every once in a while, she thinks of her friends. and missing them. her restless nature kicks up. of course, she'd never leave brooklyn, but she decided to spend a summer in her roots.
character's style: punk, hipster, edgy, biker, loves layers and accessories, studs, spikes, dark, heavy make-up, and anything cheap.
link to a collection coming soon.
model: kaya scodelario
love interest's (if any) model(s): shia labeouf, tom sturridge
love interest's (if any) bio(s):
logan james st. john
twenty-nine
shia labeouf
logan has a very long list of accolades. he graduated from harvard law at age 21, plays the game of stocks on Wall Street (quite successfully), and is renowned as a playboy, just to name a few. he first met brady when they were 7 and 9, respectively. they were neighbors. both logan and brady had no interest in each other, in fact, they couldn't stand each other. brady hated anything with a schedule, or anyone in a suit. which she though logan was practically born in. and logan hated brady just because she was so da/mn stubborn. but now, 20 years later, brady's former impression of logan has changed, especially when they had no idea who they were with. he's stopped wearing so many suits, but she's still as stubborn as ever.
rhett derrick st. john
twenty-eight
tom sturridge
rhett met brady when they were 7 and 8, respectively. they were neighbors... sound familiar? it's because rhett and logan are brothers. and in true brother fashion, rhett plays the foil to logan's personality. he likes loose clothes, that make him look like a hobo with his skinny figure, and anything that's out of place. he sees the world through a different pair of glasses--a kaleidoscope if you will. artist eyes. rhett likes brady--always had. he even set up his art studio in brooklyn to be with her when she left. but brady sees him as a friend--or a pest--another reminder of her life in charleston. she's just as stubborn as ever.
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bradden "brady" rhodes
age eighteen
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"fine then! leave! leave your life here! don't come back!"
my mother yelled.
"if you're so bored then /leave!/"
i scowled, "you're so controlling!"
"i don't have to take care of you anymore!"
she continued. "you're eighteen! get the he/ll out of my life! see if you're so bored when you're cold on the street!"
i grabbed my jacket in a fit of fury
and slammed the door in her face.
the taxi my mother had called earlier in her rage was waiting for me
on our gravel driveway.
"airport," i said.
the driver was silent but nodded in understanding.
once we began driving, i thought of my friends.
and how this could break them apart.
i didn't tell them.
i didn't tell them i wanted to go,
get away, and never come back.
i knew they'd talk me out of it and i'd still be here,
miserable.
i looked out my window,
the sun was a beautiful rainbow of colors,
it was probably something the tourists liked best about this place.
"the setting sun is like art,"
rhett used to say to me.
"everyone knows how beautiful it is,
but no artist can exactly do it justice.
and everyone knows that, but they accept it,
because even though an artist can't catch it's beauty,
it's because it's unattainable, and we have to keep striving for it."
he told me that when i was 10.
and i probably hated him for saying that,
but now,
it made a lot of sense.
we never know when to stop
because we never feel we do ourselves justice,
so we just have to keep pining for it.
and maybe,
we'll find it.
it was brooklyn, new york, ny.
i was standing in brooklyn, new york, ny,
with a sweater and duffel in my hand.
it was a lot different in the travel books.
obviously romanticized.
i closed my eyes and knew what was going to happen next--
everything would change, but was i really ready for it?
rhett's voice pounded in the back of my head,
"we have to keep striving for it."
if you haven't seen the brooklyn bridge at sunrise,
do it.
it's something the travel books got right.
i never felt like i belonged,
but here,
watching the sun rise over the bridge,
i did.
maybe i found what i was looking for--
a new life.
xx brady
