Post by Nalani Brookes on Jul 20, 2007 11:27:44 GMT -5
Name: Nalani Brookes
Age: 11
House:
Allegiance: Island Dweller
Personality: Nalani (Lani for short) Is very caring, and neat when she's around others, because she doesn't really open up to many people. She's really a bit tomboy, who likes climbing trees, and many other things that you wouldn't expect her to like. Although Nalani can be very caring, she has a terribe, terrible temper.
Likes: Waterfalls, climbing trees, nature, rivers, and the island in general.
Dislikes: the ocean, The forest after dusk, her hut, (it's too small for her) machines, the thorns that are around the island.
Goals: To find a way to make her hair less frizzy, or more manage-able. To befriend most of the people that came here. To open up her more tom-boy side to others.
Fears: the ocean, wolves, storms, and big ships.
Appearance: Dark brown hair, slightly tan skin, brown eyes.
Celeb Claim: Makenzie Rosman
Family: Nalani lives by herself, because her parents died when she was small.
Family History:
For hundreds of years, the Brookes family had lived on the island of Kiwisi, never leaving. They were among the many that did live there.
Lani's family had always been the rather poor, underdogs of the island. They were always helpful, always there.
Character History:
Nalani, in only eleven years, probably wouldn’t have any ‘Character History’ if it wasn’t that fateful storm.
Nalani was four years old, innocent and free. She would run and laugh with her mother, or play with a little wooden doll that her father had made her. She would help tend to the garden, make little crafts out of sticks.
“Look at this, daddy! I built a house for my dolly!”
Her parents loved each other, and little Nalani.
“Mommy, daddy? Where are you going?” she asked one day.
“We’re going on a little boat ride, don’t worry, we’ll be back tomorrow.” he father answered.
Nalani nodded; they always left for a day or so. She was to be watched by a neighbor while they were gone. Only a day. Nalani wasn’t worried.
Of course, she didn’t know they wouldn’t ever come back.
Nalani had always been so funloving until the storm. She then became molded by fear, into a self-conscious young girl.
RP Sample: Nalani sat on a tree branch, swinging her legs back and forth. She saw someone walking below her, going towards the waterfall. She sighed as she lay back, sighing.
Nalani awoke with a start at thunder. She jumped down and grabbed her deer-skin bag that her father had made her.
She darted quickly to her hut, it was fairly close. She shut all of the windows and doors, getting underneath a blanket. She was scare- no, terrified of storms. Lani shuddered, the terrible night seven years ago playing over and over in her head.
Extra?:
Age: 11
House:
Allegiance: Island Dweller
Personality: Nalani (Lani for short) Is very caring, and neat when she's around others, because she doesn't really open up to many people. She's really a bit tomboy, who likes climbing trees, and many other things that you wouldn't expect her to like. Although Nalani can be very caring, she has a terribe, terrible temper.
Likes: Waterfalls, climbing trees, nature, rivers, and the island in general.
Dislikes: the ocean, The forest after dusk, her hut, (it's too small for her) machines, the thorns that are around the island.
Goals: To find a way to make her hair less frizzy, or more manage-able. To befriend most of the people that came here. To open up her more tom-boy side to others.
Fears: the ocean, wolves, storms, and big ships.
Appearance: Dark brown hair, slightly tan skin, brown eyes.
Celeb Claim: Makenzie Rosman
Family: Nalani lives by herself, because her parents died when she was small.
Family History:
For hundreds of years, the Brookes family had lived on the island of Kiwisi, never leaving. They were among the many that did live there.
Lani's family had always been the rather poor, underdogs of the island. They were always helpful, always there.
Character History:
Nalani, in only eleven years, probably wouldn’t have any ‘Character History’ if it wasn’t that fateful storm.
Nalani was four years old, innocent and free. She would run and laugh with her mother, or play with a little wooden doll that her father had made her. She would help tend to the garden, make little crafts out of sticks.
“Look at this, daddy! I built a house for my dolly!”
Her parents loved each other, and little Nalani.
“Mommy, daddy? Where are you going?” she asked one day.
“We’re going on a little boat ride, don’t worry, we’ll be back tomorrow.” he father answered.
Nalani nodded; they always left for a day or so. She was to be watched by a neighbor while they were gone. Only a day. Nalani wasn’t worried.
Of course, she didn’t know they wouldn’t ever come back.
Nalani had always been so funloving until the storm. She then became molded by fear, into a self-conscious young girl.
RP Sample: Nalani sat on a tree branch, swinging her legs back and forth. She saw someone walking below her, going towards the waterfall. She sighed as she lay back, sighing.
Nalani awoke with a start at thunder. She jumped down and grabbed her deer-skin bag that her father had made her.
She darted quickly to her hut, it was fairly close. She shut all of the windows and doors, getting underneath a blanket. She was scare- no, terrified of storms. Lani shuddered, the terrible night seven years ago playing over and over in her head.
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