BRYANT, paige emerald

[PAIGE EMERALD BRYANT]

PAIGE EMERALD BRYANT



* pass me another bottle honey, the jeiger's so sweet .

HEY THERE. THE NAME IS chi, AND I AM fourteeen.
I'VE BEEN ROLEPLAYING FOR ABOUT four years
AND MY OTHER CHARACTERSWOULD BE taylor meghan russo. OH, BY THE WAY, I READ THE RULES. WANT PROOF?
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[/color],[/b] paige emerald bryant
- - - - nicknames, paige
- - - - gender, female
- - - - sexuality, bisexual
- - - - occupation, model. part-time job at the getaway hotel
- - - - membergroup, resident
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[/color],[/b] twenty
- - - - eyes, brown
- - - - hair, brown
- - - - build, slim
- - - - weight, fifty-four kilograms
- - - - height, five foot six
- - - - fashion sense,
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[/color],[/b] los angeles, california.
- - - - family,
father: adrian bryant -- forty-four, english, doctor
mother: rosalita bryant (nee rodriguez) -- forty-five, brazilian, social worker
sister: hanna adriana bryant -- twin sister, deceased.
- - - - pets, none
- - - - overall history,
i was born in rio de janeiro on the twelfth of january, along with my twin sister, hanna. after our birth, our family lived in rio for a short while, before we moved permanently to los angeles. i'm technically half-english and half-brazilian, with not a trace of american ... but yeah, i like to think of myself as a california girl through and through, considering i've lived here since i was not older than two years old. i don't sound english, i don't look english, and i certainly don't act english. same with my brazilian heritage.

i was never close to my sister, despite the whole 'twin sisters are best friends' stereotype. she was little miss perfect, and i was a rebel. the only thing my sister and i had in common was our birth date, and the fact that we were identicle ... nobody could ever tell us apart. of course, my parents just thought the world of hanna. she was smart and always got the best grades, not to mention she was a complete kiss-ass and always said the things my parents wanted to here. she'd get me in trouble all the time, because she was always too innocent to carry the blame for whatever she did. sure, my parents loved me, but i was never as good as hanna .. she always outshone whatever i did.

at first i didn't hate her .. i didn't even dislike her. i just wasn't close to her .. that was it. but my feelings of dislike towards her started blossoming when we were about fourteen. i'd finally scored tickets to my absolute favourite band, who were playing in the stadium by our house. i planned to go with my friends, but my parents made me take hanna along, so we could have some 'sisterly bonding' ... yeah right. so anyway, we went to the concert; hanna didn't even like their music, and was saying shit about them throughout the whole thing. i finally got her to shut up, around the same time the lead singer requested someone from the audience. i was so excited, and started waving my arms about like crazy, when the spotlight finally landed on me. a security guard was sent to escort me onto stage, but the moment he arrived, my sister jumped in front of me and grabbed the guy's hand. of course, since we looked exactly the same, the security guard didn't even notice he was taking my sister on stage rather than me. and not only did she crush my dreams, but she also thrashed me on stage, by saying she was the one who had dragged me to the concert. yeah, so that's when the dislike started.

but when she slept with my boyfriend a year later ... yeah, that was the final straw. i was pretty sure i was in love with the guy. we'd been dating for about six months, and up until then i was still a virgin. my parents were out of town one day, and i was at detention. when i returned home and went up to our bedroom, i found them in bed together ... talk about humiliating? my boyfriend tried using the whole "i thought she was you" excuse, but i dumped him anyway. and that's when i realised just how much i despised hanna .. no amount of sorries could take back what she'd done to me, and from that day forward, i never looked at her in the same way again.

my way of life started becoming worse and worse as the days passed. i was drinking, smoking, doing drugs, sleeping with practically every guy that came my way ... you name it, i did it. and of course, my parents still thought of hanna as the perfect little girl, and me as the rebel of the family. when i was seventeen, i decided i'd had enough of everything, so i packed up my stuff, and ran away. i moved to south carolina, and at first lived in a tiny motel off the edge of beaumont, and finished off my last two years of high school there. but when i hit eighteen, and was officially an adult, i started working, and bought a little appartment. i let go of my smoking habits, stopped doing drugs, and didn't sleep with guys as frequently as i used to. but the drinking and partying remained.

not once did i ever stop to think about my family or my life back home. not until i was twenty, anyway. on my twentieth birthday, i grew somewhat nostalgic for los angeles, and i started feeling a little homesick. so i packed up and returned back home, only to find that my sister had been killed in a car accident just a few months before. the news certainly came as a shock to me, and i'm still not quite sure about my feelings towards the situation. i mean, sure, i hated her ... but she was still my sister, right? eh. well, now that i've just returned to los angeles, i'm somewhat curious to know what things are going to be like for me.

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