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LIBBY PATRICE BROWN

FULL NAME: Libby Patrice Brown

NICKNAMES:

AGE: 20

GENDER: Female

SEXUALITY: Pansexual

STATUS: Single

GROUP: Citizen 

GRADE: n/a 

MAJOR: n/a 

JOB OCCUPATION: Street Dancer/Singer

HAIR: Libby has  brown hair that goes down just to after her shoulders. 

EYES: Brown

SCARS/BIRTHMARKS: she has a mole on her neck, near her collar bone.

TATTOOS: she has a few tattoos. one is a diamond on right hand, in between her thumb and pointer finger joints. its in a blue/black ink, and its just a generic diamond, really. her left hand, she has a bass clef sign in between her pinky and ring finger joints, and it ends right before her wrist joint. its in a blue/black ink, and it has little music notes falling from it. on her right hand, again, she has the word 'mommy' written in cursive, in black/blue ink along her pink bone. before the 'm', there's a little pink heart. on her left ankle, she has a simple stick person, which looks like it was drawn by a kindergartener.



on her left wrist, she has a question mark and a yin and yang sign. all simple black ink. on the left forearm, if you flip it to the paler side, there is a bird carrying a string. the string says 'trevor' after her friend. to go along with that, on her right forearm, if you flip it over to the paler side, she has a bird cage with its door open. on the same arm as the bird cage, but on the side of her forearm closest to her skin, she has the words 'you are my sunshine, my only sunshine' tattooed with a small dash and the name 'austin gabriel brown' after her older brother. she also has an eye tattooed under the bird cage, on her wrist with red vision lines coming off it. on her right arm, the forearm, side of it closest to her body, she has the words 'all you have is your soul' tattooed there. on her left ring finger, she has a little pink heart. on her left bicep, she has a rose with a skull under it. its not a normal skull. instead of cracks on the skull, it has vines with flowers on it. the eye sockets have little red hearts in them. its smiling, and one of its teeth has a gold filling. in between the eyes of the skull, there's a diamond. right below her bellybutton, she has a ribbon tattooed. like a reverse tramp stamp. on her right hand, ring finger, joint closest to the nail, she has a ribbon.


PIERCINGS:  she has her ears done twice on each ear, and on her left ear, she has her cartridge pierced. 

PLAY-BY: Cher Llyod 

LIKES:
singing and dancing

performing

getting tattoos

playing with make up

playing with patterns

playing with her hair

giving make overs

r&b, pop, rap

sleeping

staying up late

partying

drinking and smoking

traveling

lady bugs

her mom

dj remixes

cosmetology

DISLIKES:
making important decisions

being rushed or pressured

drugs

people who judge/ being judged

not grasping choreography quickly

that she can't go into cosmetology and performing

waking up before ten

going to core classes

new jersey

modeling

being in pain

most soft drinks

teen mom

jersey shore

people who over tan

obnoxious people

attention seekers

FEARS:
her mom dying.

her mom being robbed or shot.

becoming a druggie again.

that her or her mom will develop cancer like her brother did.

SECRETS: That she used to be a drug addict.

PERSONALITY: Libby is loud. She talks loud, and she laughs loud. She's a people person, but she's a typical New Yorker in the sense that she yells at Taxi drivers who almost hit her. She can be rude and crude, and she's a big tomboy. She's always thought running with boys was easier than with girls. She's a little rough around the edges, but that's what happens when you grow up in the Bronx. 

MOTHER: Anne -  42

FATHER: doesn't know her father 

SIBLINGS: Austin - Deceased, but was two years older. 

OTHERS: n/a 

PETS:

HOMETOWN: Bronx, NY

HISTORY: was born and raised in the bronx of new york. maybe growing up there is why i'm so cold hearted and hard to get along with. anyway, i was born on march 15th, and i had an older brother who was two years older than me. he loved me a lot, and i loved him. he would play with me, and we were really close.



my parents fought a lot, but that was how all parents were where i'm from. dad worked at a convenience store, and mom worked in a nursing home. one day, i went to daycare, which was just our neighbors house with a group of kids, and we played karaoke. i was three, and that's how i became in love with music.



i would play for my parents and for my brother. i was a little pop star. throughout grade school, i was in talent shows and stuff, singing away. people said i had talent and a natural complex for it. my brother always pretended to be my manager. that is, until he turned ten. he was diagnosed with cancer then. that was when my dad left. he didn't want to deal with a son who had cancer. he tried to take me away, but i stood firm, as did my mother.



she won custody of us. it was a tough two years, but they were the last two years i had with my brother. he was in the hospital for most of those years, and i would visit him every day. i would stay there after school until i went back to school the next morning. i tried to keep everything normal for him, but it was hard. we would talk about things, the future. what our weddings and lives would be like in twenty years. our kids. things like that. how he would be the one to walk me down the aisle. he would ask me to sing for him, and i would. i even wrote a few songs for him. we grew closer and closer until the day he passed away.



that was a hard day for me. i was at school when it happened, and my mom had to come get me. i cried for weeks and weeks. i sang at his funeral. my dad never showed up to his funeral. mom cried at nights after she thought i had gone to bed, but i, too, had been up crying. i was ten when he died, and i had slipped into a deep depression. at the age of twelve, the age my brother died at, i started hanging out with high school kids.



they got me into drugs and drinking and parties. it helped fill the hole in my heart that was left after my brother's death. i was fourteen when i got my first tattoo by my best friend trevor. trevor was three years older than me, and he reminded me of austin. that was probably why we were so close.



trevor took care of me while my mom worked. i would stay at his place. i would do what he asked. i eventually became part of the gang he was in. they kind of adopted me as their own. i was their property because i was trevor's best friend. that's how it worked. when i turned seventeen, though, the gang was doing a drug deal. it went bad.



trevor ended up getting shot. the other members left, urging me to come with them before the cops showed up. but i couldn't leave trevor. i tore my shirt, pressing the fabric into his wound. i tried to stop the bleeding; i tried to save him. the cops showed up, and so did the paramedics. trevor died on the way to the hospital. i was the only one arrested, and i wouldn't give away the names of the other people involved.



i was charged with drug possession, and i was sent to rehab for a year. i never got over trevor's death. i never got over blaming myself for him dying. but i got clean because i didn't want to end up like trevor. my mom and i moved to another part of NY after i was out of rehab in fear of the gang members finding us and killing us. i started college at the age of nineteen, and i tried getting my life on track. i dropped out of college after a year, though. it wasn't doing anything for me.

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