Astrid Brennan, 19
Hometown: Brooklyn, New York
Never Without: Nikon Camera, Diet Coke, and roll on Marc Jacobs perfume
Astrid, the good girl who lost it all at a young age, and no that does not mean her virginity, it means her mother and sanity. Astrid grew up in New York with her father following big time dreams and only having a small chance to follow them. Her father was abusive and he died in the 9/11 plane crashes. Astrid paid for a small funeral using the life insurance money and then used the rest to ship herself off to LA. She’s a beautiful girl hoping to make it big and also hoping to make friends along the way, she’s never had any. But LA is a town where you can’t tell a friend, from a frenemy, and it seems that Astrid has no idea what she’s about to get into.
Model: Lindsey Wixson
Taken by: (hopefully) leboutonderose
As soon as I jumped out of the train, I wanted to make photos of everything I saw. This city was so different from the one I was used to. The most spectacular thing as the light. It was warm and brilliant, not filled with smog. I could believe that angles wanted to live here. But was it the right city fro a girl like me? Someone who barely talked to people she didn't know, who was absolutely alone. If you knew the right people, then this would be great, I'm sure there would be amazing parties. I sighed. How could parties come into my mind now? I never thought about them and as soon as I was away from Brooklyn, it was my first thought? Los Angeles had already changed me, I smiled and grabbed my bags. I didn't take a lot of things with me, just my best clothes (or at least I thought they were), my mother's jewelry and a few things which I couldn't live without, like my camera and a picture of my mother. It had been the worst day in my whole life when she died. But at least she'd taught me one thing: Never give up. And I tried to follow that rule through the hard days I had with my father. It sounds weird when I say I missed him, but after all, I did. He had been the only person left and who as there for me. Well, not really, but at least I could live in a flat because of him and go to school. The rest of day, I had to do everything my mother had to do before she died. And maybe more...
I shook my head to get rid off this. It was important to focus on the future now because my past couldn't help me in the new city. One thing as sure, though: It had made me stronger, stronger than most girls at my age. And that was an advantage for me. I'd already rent a little apartment and I had to hurry up to get the keys. felt the weight of the purse where I carried the money in. I smiled spread across my face at the thought of it. I'd ever owned so much money. This was my billet to freedom.
The next bus to the office would arrive in a few minutes, what a relief. I sat don on a bench in the bus stop and took my mum's photo out of the pockets of my jeans. I stroke her face with my finger and followed the line of it. Would she had been proud of me now?
"Hello." A voice next to me suddenly said. I hadn't noticed the person come nearer and so I jumped up in shock.
"Woah, keep calm. I don't bite. Do you?", the boy joked an sat down. I just looked at him and didn't answer. Then I sat down again, as far away from him as possible. He raised his eyebrows, then shrugged and took out his iPhone.
"Uhm... are you from here?", I asked shyly after a minute to two. He looked up immediately.
"Of course", he grinned. "As I see, you aren't." That wasn't a question I noticed.
"Why do you think that?", I wanted to know and crossed my arms defensively.
"Because of your accent. Your clothes. Your behavior... everybody will see it. You're from... New York, I guess?" I nodded and put my arms down.
"We have a little bit of time left, right? I'll give you a lesson in: How to behave like an Angel", the boy announced and watched me. I nodded again and he started.
"Angels are self-confident. They don't jump in shock. They say hello and go on doing what they were doing before. They have a special melody in their voice, you have to train that. And they walk", he said and stopped for a moment like he was in thoughts. Then he laughed about something and continued. "Like models. Like they were born on the Victoria's Secret catwalk. And of course they have a tan."
"Nothing more?", I asked. He shook his head. "Nope." "Well, this will be easy", I meant flashing him a huge smile.
"You aren't bitchyy enough to survive here. You're too... cute. And I hope it remains the same, LA can change the loveliest girls into beasts. So that's my bus. Bye beautiful", the boy meant and jumped into the bus.
"Wait!", I called after him, but the doors had already been closed. I didn't even know his name.
Why should I get this part? Because I really, really /want/ it. Astrid sounds amazing and as soon as I read her bio, I had so many things for her in mind. Good girl gone bad, you know? Struggling because of fame, betrayed newbie... there are great possibilities and she has so much potential I think. I'd stay committed to the rp as I usually do if I join one, I'm an active member.
I didn't really know what to write here because Astrid was the one and only character who I directly fell in love with.