O'Shea, Brett Joseph

[Brett Joseph O’Shea]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background-image:url(http://i42.tinypic.com/xa7bq.jpg); width: 510px; padding-top: 10; padding-bottom: 10; padding-left: 2; padding-right: 2; border: #16243a solid 2px;] ` Brett Joseph O'Shea 42 yrs. old, USV Staff, Play By: Gerard Butler "If you wish to forget anything on the spot, make a note that this thing is to be remembered." - Edgar Allan Poe Basic Information Full Birth Name: Alias/Nickname: Date of Birth: Gender: Sexual Orientation: Hometown: Languages: Occupation: Medical Records Ethnicity: Height: Weight: Eye Color: Hair Color: Built: (Please write a paragraph about your character's body built. A paragraph is 5 sentences.) Distinguishing Features: Medical History: (Include any sort of serious medical conditions such as hospital visits, broken bones, emergencies, or pregnancies.) Therapy Records Strengths: (at least 5 with a couple of sentences explaining why) Weaknesses: (at least 5 with a couple of sentences explaining why) Likes: (at least 5 with a couple of sentences explaining why) Dislikes: (at least 5 with a couple of sentences explaining why) Goals: (at least 2 with a couple of sentences explaining why) Fears: (at least 2 with a couple of sentences explaining why) Secrets: (at least 1 with a couple of sentences explaining why) Personality: (Please write 3 paragraphs explaining your character's personality.) Fashion Sense: (Please describe the character's clothes or typical sense of fashion) History Records Pets: Marital Status: Single, Engaged, Married, Divorced Parents: person's name, age, relationship, occupation if known Siblings: person's name, age, relationship, occupation if known Distant Family Members: person's name, age, relationship, occupation if known Family Relationship: Close, distant, issues, etc. History: (at least 4 paragraphs telling the back story of your character. Each paragraph should have around 5 sentences minimum.) High School: Year of Graduation or attended year of graduation College: Year of Graduation or attended year of graduation College Major: if you are currently in college Behind the Character Your Name or Alias: Jessie Your Age: 22 Contact Info: MSN, AIM, Yahoo, PM Role playing Experience: 7+ years Role Play Sample: Growing up in the Johns family was a little weird. Most families were all happy and well normal. Nope not at this family. You didn’t hear a lot of I love yous. There was constantly a fight of some sort either between family members or from someone out of the family. Growing up for Del though was not easy. Her parents always seemed to fight about just every thing that happened. At night one could hear it all but during the day you didn’t hear anything because well no one was really around. Her father was either gone or too busy with his job supposedly. Her mom was always into traveling, Del assumed that it was some sort of family trait or something. Sooner or later though her parents got divorced and that was a flip in her life. Her father whom she used to be close with just disappeared with nothing but a note that said sorry. That was it. She was the closest to her father at least she thought so. Her mom and her seemed to argue more than the others. People used to say it was because Del and her had similar personalities but Del did not want to believe that. Once they moved to Clearwater because, Del’s mom thought it would be better to be around the other family for support and all that, Del’s mom was gone more than ever. It seemed with that divorce, Del had lost both of her parents. But no matter what Del knew she could always call her mom up and talk to her until tonight…. Finally getting to sleep by twelve thirty only to be woken up again by her cell phone going off. Without moving much, she answered the phone thinking that one of her friends were just drunk or some one messing with her. But that was not what was on the phone. No, it was Jagger and news that Del did not want to hear. Her mother couldn’t have gotten in the accident neither could her aunt and uncle…. They were Johns it was harder than that to put a Johns in a death wish. Slowly she sat up and just sat there in the dark room. Everything seemed to be so unreal. They could not die, that was the only thing that kept circling in her mind. She remembered the last time she had with her mom. That day she was at home to pick up the rest of her stuff with Toby. Her mom and her really got into it. Del called her things that she would have never done if she were still eleven or even thirteen. The look of so much pain and anger and just pain remained stuck in Del’s head. She never had the chance to say sorry. She never had the chance to tell her that she loved her after their fight. Everyone told her that she should go and apologize because that was her mom. Del always just shrugged it off and told them that she would get around to it. But now she could not just get around to it. Her mom was gone and there was nothing that Del could do… Tears began to develop in her eyes as she sat on her bed. Her watery brown eyes moved to Toby, who was so peacefully asleep. Should she tell him? He did not care much for her family but she needed him. Right now more than anything, she really felt like he was all she had left. She had siblings and cousins but they didn’t really stick but a few of them and even those few she did not talk to that much. Toby was her family for now and for as long as possible. A shaky hand set on Toby’s shoulder and slowly shook him. “Toby… I need you to wake up…” Her voice was shaky and scratchy. She did not know what she looked like or anything like that. For some reason she could not remember. She shook him again a little harder this time. She climbed over him and off the bed. “Come on… I need you to wake up please… There is a family emergency… My… my mom is dead…. I need to go to the hospital.” She choked out as she put on her pajama bottoms. She never slept with pants or shorts or something on. The feeling of something on her legs always made her feel confined. She sighed as she looked over to him. She found a post it off of the desk that was hers. She scribbled a note telling Toby to met her at the hospital. She then stuck the post it to his forehead. She threw on a sweatshirt and grabbed her tote bag and keys. Once she reached the hospital, a nurse asked her a few questions but Del blew her off. She has been here enough to know where the emergency surgery waiting room was. Everyone that was there seemed to be like zombies. She knew how they felt since she felt the same way. On the way here, she decided that she would be strong for every one else. They needed her even if they did not want to admit to it. She would not show emotion until she was home again in Toby’s arms and away from everyone else’s eyes. She looked up at the clock and it was barely three in the morning. So she found the couch and pulled her sketch book out and began to sketch. It was the one thing that kept her sane at the moment. She sketched while her parents were fighting and getting their divorce. She sketched through her break up with Isaac. Now she was sketching because of the lose of her mother. Once the clock hit ten, Del was starting to feel hungry and thirsty. She had not slept the whole time she was here. How could she… not when she had to go down to the coroner’s office to make sure that her mother was on the table and really died. She was the one that was died. Her mom, the one that Del thought it would take five world wars before her mom would even inch towards Death and instead there she was on the cold metal table in some drawer died. That was at seven in the morning shortly after the coroner got done with the autopsy. Getting up from the couch that she was in which was shared by the occasional kid or so, she looked around at everyone else. She took a deep breath and tried to figure out what to say. She had to step up and fill up the shoes over a position that she should not be in. But since Hannah or Ransom has not shown up yet, she figured that she would have to do it. “Does anyone want any coffee or food… I am thinking about hitting vending machines… and the coffee pot.” She said out loud as she looked around at the zombies that once used to the Johns members. She figured she would stand there for a minute longer before she decided to walk off to the coffee and candy on her own. [/style]