BRIGHTON, shiloh

BRIGHTON, shiloh May 28, 2009 9:57:14 GMT -8

Post by SHILOH BRIGHTON on May 28, 2009 9:57:14 GMT -8

SHILOH MONET BRIGHTON

I'VE JUST SEEN A FACE

character name: Shiloh Monet Brighton
nicknames: Shy, Lo-lo, Nay
age: 21
gender: Female
sexuality: Heterosexual
pb: Vanessa Hudgens

THE LONG WINDING ROAD

occupation: Entrepreneur; self-made.
residence: Lakewood condominiums
been in vegas for how long and why: Shiloh was born in Summerlin, Nevada in 1988. Her parents have been longtime residents of Nevada owing to their occupations. It was when Shiloh was fifteen that her parents relocated to Las Vegas, choosing to raise their teenage daughter in the City of All Corruption for some unknown reason. Shortly after Shiloh graduated at eighteen, she moved out of her parents’ house in the estates and into her own place in Lakewood. She doesn’t maintain a close relationship with either her mother or father and chooses to live in semi-anonymity on the other side of town. It’s her sixth year inhabiting Vegas and Shiloh has to admit; she’s growing restless. Either she finds something worth staying for or she’s going to make like a rolling stone.

FULL OF EXCITING STORIES

likes:
blackberries
Nanette Lepor
Janis Joplin
groupie love
Martin Scorcese
Knock-off Ray Bans
Coheed & Cambria
all-nighters
pomegranate juice
pulling hair
Dr. Drew
speakeasies
gladiator sandals
makin’ that GTA
Ellen
Japanese cars
slight kleptomania
Something Corporate
Balenciaga

dislikes:
the scent of sex
family gatherings
Jessica Simpson
monogamy
cops
socks and sandals
Newports
tangles
the Walk of Shame
car washes
haircuts
cut grass
humidity
her parent’s handiwork
losing
Kid Sister
Hummers
Having no direction
Wal-Mart

personality:

reckless: “I don’t like lines and speed limits and laws. I like to do whatever the fuck I want to do. You’re right - that’s not healthy. But I think if I did what was healthy all the time, I’d be pushing daisies. Or pushing pens to paper behind bars. Who can know, really. Why am I going to waste time living in fences and closed spaces? That’s not what life is about. Life is about hitting the gas pedal, closing your eyes and seeing just where you get to before metal meets metal.”

brooding: “Everybody on this planet has bad days. I have them a lot. Or seem to have them a lot. Sometimes I don’t know if I’m anxiously thinking or thinking anxiously. Am I going or coming or coming and going? Anyway. Yeah. I spend a lot of time thinking to myself and you could say I permanently reside in my thoughts. I think a lot. So what? What’s the other option? Not thinking? Yeah, no. I prefer this. Leave me to my Morrisey and ganja, thanks.”

poised: “I don’t have to walk around like I’m Jesus. I think people that do that have some serious fucking issues. My own personal mantra is to Act As If. Act As If…my sex is like a goddamn reincarnation. Act As If…I own Caesar’s Palace. Act As If…my mom doesn’t spread her legs for half the American population to see. Act As If. I’m prepared but not overconfident, enough to know how to get where I need to go without doing it perfectly. Perfection raises suspicion.”

moody: “Off and on, I become…hard to read. So to speak. It makes me difficult to deal with. Sometimes, I’m Lucy in the sky with fucking gems. Other days, I’m dining with Satan because I want to kill half of Vegas’ population. Meds prescription or non don’t help. No Xanax or Valium fixes it. I am either real down…or real up. Very high or low, in or out, sweet or sour. You get the picture. I went to a therapist once and she asked me about my mom. And dad. I didn’t answer so she prescribed me every upper and downer and settler she could. I told that bitch to fuck off because I don’t have that kind of insurance.”

ambitious: “I have goals. They aren’t: get married, have babies, buy house. They are: join the Vegas drag team, win my own import, steal my own import. I plan to complete these within the next year or so. Besides all that, I want to learn my way around some of the technical shit but otherwise, the other goals take first. I don’t want a boyfriend or an internship or a four-year degree. Fuck all that. That’s for squares. I want a fast car, a fast boy and maybe some fast drugs. The end. How I have to get there is irrelevant, the point is that I’m going to get there. I don’t care about stepping on toes and breaking noses. Success is pretty much the only option.”

vengeful: “Do you know what ‘nemesis’ means? An agent who distributes divine retribution. I can be that person. And yes, that is pretty much paraphrasing Snatch. I’m that person. I’m really awful with forgiving. I would LIKE to be able to. Sure. Yeah. But I can’t. It’s a health issue. I literally cannot. I exact proper punishment on the people that I see fit. Its an unfortunate thing. I feel bad about it from time-to-time but I have big friends for a reason. Just saying.”

immature: “You’re right, you’re right - kindergarteners have more maturity than me. I’m sorry that I find Family Guy to be comic gold. I’m definitely sorry that I trashed the hotel room with Silly String and Dom Perignon. And I’m really, REALLY sorry that I laughed at the baptism when the baby started crying. That was kind of fucked up. But on the bright side, I entertain you. Everybody likes that, even you.”

charming: “Occasionally, my mouth comes in handy. No, that was not innuendo. Hah. Right. But really. I can sweet talk the pants off of most. If I have to. I choose not to because I feel like a lying asshole when I do but if it’s necessary, I can do it. Cops like me when I do this, so I only employ when useful. Otherwise, they might start to catch on.”

fears:
Arrest: Shiloh knows that stealing cars isn’t legal. Or racing them. Or any of the other stuff pertaining to the Vegas drag team. And she’s seen what happens when people are held accountable for these decisions, which is why she’s terrified of being arrested. The possibility is a very real one considering that she can’t bring herself to live on the straight and narrow. Having the police escort her pretty much haunts most of her dreams.
Crash: The only thing worse than actually being sent to jail is dying. At least, to Shiloh. She couldn’t imagine losing her dreams. Her car. Her life. What a disaster. She’d rather be dead than arrested but neither if she has a choice.
Pregnancy: Shiloh has no plans on ever recreating. Ever. The possibility just isn’t one. The thought of having an accidental child, much like her mother did, makes her extremely nauseous. And irritable. Thus, no jokes are ever made about it.

secrets:
Venice Padilla: Once upon a time, Shiloh fell in love. He was a racer from Tijuana with really awful table manners and a nice house arrest bracelet. His name was Venice. He introduced her to the all the finer workings under the hood of cars, including the best ways to hijack one. And if it hadn’t been for the police shutting him down, Shiloh would have kept in contact. But she has effectively shut herself out of the Mexican drag scene due to her trading Venice’s entire crew for her freedom. So much for love. So much for that.

GTA: Since Venice’s arrival and (sudden) departure, Shiloh has made her life primarily about cars and their attainment. She scopes out who has what car and what it would take to lift it off their hands. Often times, she doesn’t do much of the actual dirty work. But she decides when and where the cars are taken. As a result, she’s got a warrant for her arrest in southern California for a little botched job she did there. She tends not to mention this and really, no one cares. Not her friends, at least, due to the fact that her warrant is child’s play. At best.

goals:
*RELOCATING THE SHOP: Currently, “the Shop” has been set up in one of the seedier sides of Vegas. If there is such a thing. Shiloh hates it but it’s a necessary aspect of the place at the moment. However, she is determined to open it somewhere else, more accessible and maybe a little less shitty. That would require heavy persuasion on her part, naturally. But if she’s going to ever get her own import, they’ve got to be ready to dismantle anything that comes their way and not in a couple of hours. That’s the current stripped time for their lifts and Shiloh figures a relocation can only improve it.

*SETTING UP A VEGAS BRANCH IN NYC: So, NYU is obviously out of the question for the daughter of porn stars. BUT Shiloh figures that jacking the cars of said NYU students may not be too out of reach. However, that is an impossible task alone. So, she plans to employ the help of her friends…given that she can establish something on the other coast. New York comes with a lot of promises but even more cops, after all.

*HAVE A LEGIT FRONT: Life isn’t all about not earning what you keep. Not in Shiloh’s eyes, anyway. She wants to do something for herself. Set up her own legitimate front that will keep her looking on the more law-abiding side of things. Maybe a little pub. She could do that, easily. Against her will would be the necessary use of her parents’ trust fund but Shiloh figures it would pay itself off eventually.

WHEN I GET HOME

family:
Sasha Bernice Brighton (working name: Sasha Starr), 44
Shiloh’s mother, Sasha Brighton, is an adult film star best known for her work in “Baby Goes to College II” and “New Moons.” Sasha continues to work in the industry despite having children and reigns as the Playboy channel’s most popular guest star. Sasha and Shiloh are estranged and do not speak under any circumstances.

Peter Russel Brighton (working name: Peter Black), 47
Peter Brighton is an adult film director as well as actor. He has since retired from films and instead directs many of the films that his wife appears in. His relationship with Shiloh is also nonexistent due to the line of work that he continues to maintain. He has won the AVN Best Director award five times and sees this as more than enough reason to continue his work.

Calvin Robert Brighton, 23
Contrary to the rest of the family, Calvin Brighton is the most narrow of the bunch. He’s a born-again Christian and lives in Summerlin with his grandparents, tending to their wellbeing in their advanced age. Shiloh sees him from time-to-time, despite their obvious lifestyle differences. They maintain the closest relationship of all three siblings.

Mikaela Trinity Harris, 18
Mikaela is Shiloh’s half-sister, a “happy accident” of her mother’s on the set of “Milfs Gone Wild in Cancun” while her parents were temporarily split. As a result, Shiloh has a mild resentment for Mikaela and their relationship is strained at best. They don’t speak and this goes hand-in-hand with Shiloh’s blatant avoidance of her parent’s household.

history:

MOTHERS AND FATHERS

February 15th, 1988. The AVN awards in Las Vegas, Nevada.

Known for attracting the most colorful group of people known to man’s pornographic community, the Adult Film Awards was in no shortage that year in 1988. Big hair and big dicks ruled the room, figuratively and literally battling it out for attention from whoever that happened to stroll by. No exception to the rule, Sasha Starr (Otherwise known as Sasha Bernice Garfield)had the biggest hair and rack in the entire room. She was the frontrunner for the Best Female Solo Performance that year. And it was her tenacity with breasts and award speeches that caught the attention of a certain Peter Black (Otherwise known as Peter Russel Brighton).

The two linked up under the pretense of creative interest. But as pornographic actors are not exactly shy about going to first base (or third), the simple meeting turned into much more than the usual casting couch encounter. What was supposed to be the run-of-the-mill gangbang turned out to be the union between the adult film industry’s finest lesbian sex-scene star and the AVN’s favorite director to-be.

HOMES AND BEGINNINGS

Two year-old Calvin was running around the Brighton household like a chicken with its head cut off the day that Shiloh finally came home from the hospital. She was born on November 5th, 1988 but due to some complications, was unable to actually leave St. Joseph’s until November 15th. He burst from the room where his nanny sat with a cigarette in one hand and TV guide in the other and launched himself at the new arrival.

The new arrival was his baby sister, Shiloh Monet Brighton. Her name was barely pronounceable. She was rather ugly. Personally, Calvin was rather deflated at the anticlimactic arrival. She didn’t have anything interesting about her. Nothing special, no on/off switch to flick and no flashing lights like a cop car. He wondered if his parents brought home the wrong baby. Small, hideous and loud. That’s all Shiloh was to him. That is, until her shiny marble-brown eyes opened up and looked right at Calvin with wonder and expectation.

He figured then that he did kind of always want a baby sister.

FAMILY LIES AND TIES

As a child, Shiloh was the crown jewel. Calvin didn’t mind it or try to fight it. He loved Shiloh to pieces and her wellbeing was his primary concern. Not who got to sit next to daddy at the table or who had the new 240 box of Crayons. Mikaela, however, often tried to ‘rob’ Shiloh of her title. She was the half-sister that Shiloh often tried to forget about, which was hard to do given her mother’s insistence that she ‘bond with her dear siblings.’ From a very young age, Shiloh discounted Mikaela’s existence and at every possible moment, she made the younger girl miserable.

It was when Shiloh was fifteen that she made a few discoveries. One, her parents made pornography for a living. The kids in her high school decided to inform her of that her freshman year by leaving a tasteful book cataloguing their works in Shiloh’s locker. (Calvin had to pry Shiloh from her closet, where she’d quarantined herself for days after.) Two, her half-sister was an evil, selfish, and irrelevant bitch. Three, life couldn’t get better until it got worse. It got worse when Mikaela’s father lost custody to Sasha Brighton. How that happened still puzzles Shiloh. Who gives custody to a woman who takes Double Penetration right after her morning coffee? And lastly, she was a square peg trying to fit in a round hold. That was her life’s theme: out of place. This was no more clearly illustrated than when her parents decided to relocate them to Vegas. Supposedly, for the good of the family. Shiloh never believed that.

TEENAGE AND BODY COUNTS

Academically, Shiloh was mediocre. She went to class. She took notes. She learned things. But mostly, she forgot them. All. Her priorities just weren’t school. In fact, she really loathed the establishment. And every person in it. Given her moody tendencies and antisocial practices, Shiloh wasn’t the most popular of girls either. Mikaela attending the same school and playing varsity sports did nothing to assist her image any further.

Boys and weed, now those were more Shiloh’s speed. Her senior year of high school was spent out of the house and into the beds of all the young impressionables in Arbor View High School. And when beds weren’t available, she was camped out in the back seats of Camaros with her feet propped on the armrest and a pipe poised in her mouth. This was her life. Calvin spent many nights pulling her unconscious body from the passenger’s seat and dragging her into bed. Mikaela spent many mornings detailing to their mother just what Shiloh had done the night before. And Peter Brighton? Well, he just observed the proceedings because he was a little too busy with banging the nanny.

EMPTY NESTS AND THREATS

Upon graduating, Shiloh realized that this made her a free bird.

The situation in her household had become nearly intolerable. Mikaela monopolized Sasha’s affections. Peter, or “dad”, was just a stand-in until someone else came along. Shiloh strongly resented him for his inability to stand up to her mother or half-sister. Calvin had moved out already, never looking back as he went to live with Grandma and Grandpa Brighton in Summerlin.

So, that left Shiloh to fend for herself, which is exactly what she did right up until the cap flew off of her head at graduation. That night she did anything unlike she’d done before. She did not go to the shitty grad night planned by the student body president. She didn’t smoke a bowl for all the good times to come. She didn’t give head to the baseball captain in the backseat of the bus. No. Shiloh went straight home.

Stealing into her bedroom without the slightest hesitation, she stuffed all of her valuables into a black plastic bag. Teddy bears, a few photos of her and Calvin, her childhood blanket, clothes and the like all went. Shiloh gathered her things like a woman awaiting execution. She rapped on her parents’ bedroom door to alert them of her departure.

“I’m leaving this fucking hellhole. Tell Mikaela to choke on one.”

And with the threats of canceling her trust fund (because even porn star parents care about college), Shiloh walked out to the rest of her life that waited behind the wheel of her little Toyota. After all, she’d taken care to sign over the trust in her name weeks ago. Her mother was just a thing of the past from then on.

BIDS FOR FREEDOM AND PLEAS

What Shiloh did after she left her old home was a blur. There was a brief chase between her car and a friend’s. The raunchiest sex she’d ever had in public. Her big move into Lakewood. A sudden introduction into the world of lifting and racing. Oh and well, everything else that comes with being let out of a cage.

Currently, she’s just trying to live. Find something to make every day worth dealing with. So far, so good. Kind of. Shiloh still doesn’t talk to her parents and she still wants to stab Mikaela in the throat. But other than that, things are really good. She’s not valedictorian graduating cum laude but that’s all overrated.

She’s making it.

pets: None, Shiloh can barely take care of herself.

FROM US TO YOU

ooc name: phreshhh.
years roleplaying: too long.
other characters: jude kennedy.
how did you hear about us: London!
roleplay sample: here's your chance to show us what you've got to offer. a lot of your application is based on how well you write, and if your style will bode well at VIVA LAS VEGAS! you've got to shine; this will either make or break your application! you may use a previously written post for another site if you wish.
See Jude’s.

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Post by SHILOH BRIGHTON on May 28, 2009 9:57:14 GMT -8

Post by LONDON! on May 29, 2009 0:34:42 GMT -8