Post by bronwyn elise beckett on Jul 19, 2011 12:59:26 GMT -5
( BRONWYNeliseBECKETT !? )
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you called i can’t hear a thing i have got not service in the club you see
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full name. Bronwyn Elise Beckett.
nicknames. Since Bronwyn is such an unusual name, she has a lot of different nicknames that have nothing to do with her actual name. Shrimp and Squirt because she’s on the shorter side. Blondie as a long-standing joke from the week from hell in which she magicked her hair blonde and couldn’t magic it back. Skinny, Twiggy, Freckles. The list could go on forever. And then there’s Bron, Bronbron (a play on bonbons, the little chocolate things) and Wynnie (as in, the Pooh, like the bear from the Hundred Acre Woods who loves honey and hangs out with Piglet) which are actually derived from her name.
gender. Female.
birthday. April sixth.
candles. Fifty-four, but she still looks seventeen.
orientation. Straighter than a meter stick.
occupation. PSH! YOU EXPECT BRON TO WORK!? HAHA THAT’S FUNNY!
member group. Warlock.
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[/color] WHAT WHAT DID YOU SAY[/b][/color]are you breaking up on me sorry i cannot hear you i’m kinda busy
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other important stuff. As the only child of two only children of two only children of an oil tycoon and an architect, it must be said that Bronwyn is filthy, stinking rich. Because of her family’s plethora of money and lack of family to spend it on, Bron has lived a life where she’s never wanted for anything. Well, maybe one thing. The only thing she ever had to work for was her parents’ approval, since her grandparents died when she was really little and their approval was never around to be earned. Her parents held her to high standards, not able to distribute their expectations among several children since, well, they only had their little Bronbron. She was expected to be smart, to be athletic, to be a southern belle, the most popular girl in school, because that’s how her parents had been, and how their parents had been, for generations. (Well, not her mom. Her parents grew up somewhere in the Middle East before they immigrated here. It was her grandpa who was the oil tycoon.)
So she was what her parents wanted her to be, from what she said all the way down to what she wore. Well, almost exactly who they wanted her to be. There was one thing that she couldn’t change, one way that she couldn’t fit their perfect image of a daughter: her eyes. Born with bluer than blue eyes in a family full of brown-eyed beauties for as far back as the traceable gene pool, her baby blues never quite sat well with Bronwyn’s parents. It wasn’t until her magic started to show at the age of three years, seven months, in the form of a kitten duplicating itself because Bron felt that it would be lonely without someone to keep it company, that they really knew that something was wrong. Like the Dursley’s in Harry Potter, Bronwyn’s parents forbid her from using her magic. They wanted to pretend she didn’t have it, and she wanted to please them, so she let the magic brew beneath her skin, always bubbling like champagne. Then, of course, came the problem that Bronwyn didn’t age. Her body stopped maturing at the age of seventeen, and her parents didn’t know what to do with her. They couldn’t let her go off to college like they’d originally planned; someone would realize that there was something not quite right about her. So they kept her cooped up on their (spacious) property, bringing in tutors from all over the world to keep advancing her education.
When her parents died twelve years ago, of a heart attack and then a broken heart shortly after, the only family she ever had was wiped off the map, all of the roots holding her in Georgia uprooted. She took all of her belongings and went straight up to New York to pursue all of the freedom stolen from her by her years of entrapment.
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[/color] JUST A SECOND[/b][/color]it’s my favorite song they’re gonna play and i cannot text you with a drink in my hand eh
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name/alias. Danger!
experience. Four and a half years.
factoid. My favorite color is green.
codeword. ADMIN EDIT
sample.Go look at Ashlyn’s application. It has a Bronwyn post as the example. Kay? Kay.
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[/justify]This character application was made by danger (aka pixified of caution 2.0). The lyrics are from the song “telephone”, which belongs to Lady Gaga. I don’t claim those. But all the rest is mine. Just because I didn’t post it on caution doesn’t make it not mine. Do not remove or edit this credit under any circumstances. Just don’t. I really don’t want to have to dig my shotgun out of the closet and come hunt you down for stealing all of my hard work.
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