Post by Mitchie Torres on Jun 14, 2008 13:02:11 GMT -5
This is Real, This is Me;
Name :: Mitchie Torres
Age :: Sixteen
Years of Camp Rock Attended :: This is her first
Camper or Counselor? [ If a counselor, of what?] :: Camper
Gender :: Female
Gonna Find Who I Am;
Personality ::
Mitchie is very friendly. She loves to talk to others and make new friends and always looks at the glass as half full. Although she appears outgoing, when it comes to really opening up to other people she shies away in fear that it might make it harder for her to be accepted. She's really sweet and always considers others' feelings before making a big choice or doing something that she knows she might regret. She is really bubbly and loves to smile.
Although her personality is overall charming, Mitchie can be very sarcastic and mean when someone is getting on her nerves. She isn't afraid to tell people when they are acting rudely or inappropriately. She doesn't like acting this way and tries to keep it toned down as much as she can.
Likes ::
Dislikes ::
Gonna Let the Light Shine on Me;
Description of Looks :: Mitchie has deep brown hair that has a natural wave to it with warm chocolate brown eyes. She has a peach complexion, but because she spends most of her time at Camp Rock outdoors, she's very tanned. She's average height for her age and quite skinny with little curves.
Picture ::
You're the Missing Piece I Need;
Family :: Mother -- Connie Torres who works in the kitchen at Camp Rock and father, Michael Torres, who works at a Hardware Store
History/Background ::Mitchie Torres was born on May 2, 1992 to Connie and Michael Torres in a small hospital in Ohio. As Mitchie grew, she discovered her passion for singing and began to spend much of her free time at her father's hardware store, practicing with his help. Her parents immediately picked up on her talent and supported her in her decisions in auditioning for many musicals and signing up for competitions and talent shows.
Years later, when Mitchie was sixteen years old, Connie's cooking career took a turn for the better. She was hired as a chef for Camp Rock, a high-class camp for teenagers aspiring to sing, dance, produce, and create music. She was able to get her daughter enrolled for classes at the camp as long as she helped out in the kitchen.
Pet :: None
Prized Possessions :: Her first guitar and a necklace that her mother gave her at age ten that had a microphone dangling from it
What I've Got to Say;
Role Playing Sample ::
Aly slowly trudged up the carpeted stairs to the second floor of her old-fashioned home. The last day of school was drawing near and she had one last report to write before she was finally done for the summer. That would have been a great motivation, if only she didn't have to write the report. She sat on her fluffy pink bedspread and opened her sleek black laptop, turning it on.
She waited for the Jonas Brothers background to pop up before she opened Microsoft Word...and iTunes. It took her about ten minutes to settle on a song to listen to. Unfortunately, she had nothing else to waste time with since her Instant Messaging wasn't working, and she began to type.
Name :: Mitchie Torres
Age :: Sixteen
Years of Camp Rock Attended :: This is her first
Camper or Counselor? [ If a counselor, of what?] :: Camper
Gender :: Female
Gonna Find Who I Am;
Personality ::
Mitchie is very friendly. She loves to talk to others and make new friends and always looks at the glass as half full. Although she appears outgoing, when it comes to really opening up to other people she shies away in fear that it might make it harder for her to be accepted. She's really sweet and always considers others' feelings before making a big choice or doing something that she knows she might regret. She is really bubbly and loves to smile.
Although her personality is overall charming, Mitchie can be very sarcastic and mean when someone is getting on her nerves. She isn't afraid to tell people when they are acting rudely or inappropriately. She doesn't like acting this way and tries to keep it toned down as much as she can.
Likes ::
- Singing
- Animals
- Smiling
- Nature
- Playing the guitar
Dislikes ::
- Insects
- Violence
- People who are stuck up
- Abuse
- Attention hogs
Gonna Let the Light Shine on Me;
Description of Looks :: Mitchie has deep brown hair that has a natural wave to it with warm chocolate brown eyes. She has a peach complexion, but because she spends most of her time at Camp Rock outdoors, she's very tanned. She's average height for her age and quite skinny with little curves.
Picture ::
You're the Missing Piece I Need;
Family :: Mother -- Connie Torres who works in the kitchen at Camp Rock and father, Michael Torres, who works at a Hardware Store
History/Background ::Mitchie Torres was born on May 2, 1992 to Connie and Michael Torres in a small hospital in Ohio. As Mitchie grew, she discovered her passion for singing and began to spend much of her free time at her father's hardware store, practicing with his help. Her parents immediately picked up on her talent and supported her in her decisions in auditioning for many musicals and signing up for competitions and talent shows.
Years later, when Mitchie was sixteen years old, Connie's cooking career took a turn for the better. She was hired as a chef for Camp Rock, a high-class camp for teenagers aspiring to sing, dance, produce, and create music. She was able to get her daughter enrolled for classes at the camp as long as she helped out in the kitchen.
Pet
Prized Possessions :: Her first guitar and a necklace that her mother gave her at age ten that had a microphone dangling from it
What I've Got to Say;
Role Playing Sample ::
Aly slowly trudged up the carpeted stairs to the second floor of her old-fashioned home. The last day of school was drawing near and she had one last report to write before she was finally done for the summer. That would have been a great motivation, if only she didn't have to write the report. She sat on her fluffy pink bedspread and opened her sleek black laptop, turning it on.
She waited for the Jonas Brothers background to pop up before she opened Microsoft Word...and iTunes. It took her about ten minutes to settle on a song to listen to. Unfortunately, she had nothing else to waste time with since her Instant Messaging wasn't working, and she began to type.