Ms Angelica Brooke

[Angelica Brooke]

Ms Angelica Brooke

Full name: Angelica Brooke
Nickname/s: Angel, Ms Brooke, Angie
Age: 35
Gender: Female
Nationality: American
Spouse/s: Has her eyes on a couple of men
Children: None


Appearance: Standing five foot seven, Angelica stands with poise and grace, everything she learned in boarding school in England. She keeps her hair up and out of her face, and wears little make up when working. At work she can usually been seen with a dirt smudge or two on her cheeks. Her green eyes sparkle with enthusiasm and happiness as she works, no matter how rough a day she's had. She keeps her body in shape as best she can, usually from hauling water and such into the saloon. With the muscle she's achieved from all the lifting and such, she can usually manage to pull two men apart should there be a brawl.


Hair: Brown
Eyes: Green
Height: 5'7"
Weight:135 lbs.
Clothing: Angelica never wears pants. She can be seen wearing skirts, with blouses. If she feels particularly dressy, she will wear her bustle dresses that she brought over from England.


Personality: Out in public, Angelica carries herself with poise and grace, the typical lady like demeanor she was taught at school. She's polite, and courteous. Despite that, she is willing to speak her mind and make her opinions known. When she's with close friends and family, she's carefree and fun loving. She's often been teased for her romantic side, one that very rarely comes out.

Firecracker would be one way to describe Angelica when upset or angry. She's as tough as any of the male patrons in her bar and is willing to raise a shotgun to break up a brawl and has been known to dive right in to break things up as well. She's been known to hold grudges long and hard, so try not to get on her bad side. She protects her girls to the best of her abilities and loves th em like they're part of the family. Hurting one of her girls instantly earns you a one way ticket out of her bar, not to be allowed back in.


Profession: Saloon owner
Likes: Reading, her girls, rain, her saloon, family, dancing
Dislikes: Arrogance, intolerance, violence towards her girls
Strengths: Serving drinks, reading, writing, shooting a gun
Weaknesses: Her family, her girls, flowers,
Fears: Losing the saloon, dying alone
Secrets: Was engaged once, really wants to settle down and start a family


History: Born in South Dakota, her parents settled there having come over from England. Her father set up a saloon known as Brooke's Saloon, becoming one of the best saloons in the West. Angelica was born soon after, but sadly her mother died during childbirth. Her father, Edward, raised her the best he could until she was old enough to attend school. At that point, he shipped her off to boarding school back in England.

At school, Angelica blossomed into a bright, intelligent young woman. She took a liking to the business side of things, mainly aiming to take over her father's saloon once he passed. Gradutating within the top of her class, she sailed back to the United States, returning to the saloon that has held her heart. When her father was sent off to war, she stayed behind, taking over the family business.

One day, she received a letter that shattered her life. Her father had been killed, returning home in a pine box. The community came to her aide, helping her mourn while keeping the saloon open and running. She now runs the saloon in memory of her father, knowing it would be what he wanted and that he's watching over her as she does.


RP Sample:
Stiletto heels clicked down the hallway, muffled by the sounds of people bustling around them. A raven haired young woman made her way to an office, a small smirk on her face. She'd just started at Princeton Plainsboro, and one of the doctors had sparked her interest. Finding the office of her destination, she knocked on the door before entering. Glad that the office was empty, she moved to the desk.

Settling herself in the chair behind the desk, she picked up one of the files on the desk in front of her. "Oh Gregory, look how far you've fallen..." She chuckled to herself, opening the file to read. Making herself at home, she rested her feet on the desk, and leaned back in the chair as she continued to read the file. Holding the file up, she made sure her face was hidden, she didn't want him guessing it was her right off the bat. She couldn't wait to see the expression on his face when he walked in only to see her waiting there for him. It had been what seemed like an eternity since she had seen him last.

Secret Word: *admin edit*