Post by BRID ANNELLA BROM on Nov 30, 2010 18:24:51 GMT -5
BRIDANNELLABROM
• Just going to stand there and watch me burn. That's alright because I like the way it hurts. •
FULLNAME| Brid Annella Brom
BIRTHDAY| March 11
IAMTHISYOUNG| twenty
PINKORBLUE| pink
OCCUPATION| Artist
SEXUALORIENTATION| Straight
MEMBERGROUP| Outsider
HAIRCOLOR| auburn
EYECOLOR| brown, almost hazel
HOWIAMBUILT| athletic/hourglass
THISHEIGHT| 5ft 7in
THATWEIGHT| 135lb
TATOOES| a thorny vine that starts on her left hip and crawls up the side of her back and blossoms into a Scottish thistle betwixt her shoulder blades
PIERCINGS| 7 on her right ear, 2 on her left
IHAVEATWIN| Mary Elizabeth Winstead
OVERALLLOOKS| Brid might be considered average looking. She stands at 5ft 7in (which might be a little taller than most girls), but her weight and built is pretty normal. She has an hourglass build that is accentuated by the fact that she has lean muscles from working out and self defense. Her auburn hair sits below her shoulder blades, but she often has it up in a sloppy bun. Clothing wise, Brid mostly wears jeans and tshirts, though she occasionally dresses up. Mostly her style might be considered indie or hipster with a bit more of a punk edge to it. Currently Brid only has one tattoo on her back, but she's always thought of getting more. And maybe a lip piercing, but she realized it was easier to get part time jobs without one.
ILOVETHIS|
- Art; Brid paints, draws, takes photos and occasionally sculpts. She does multimedia art work, and tries to learn everything she can about art history and contemporary artists.
- Music; She doesn’t have any personal musical talent (except being decent at singing), but she does love all kinds of music. Anything from classical to rock and rap.
- Books; A total bookworm, Brid has an absolute love of books and novels and writing. She’s well read. But more than that, she feels that books must be preserved. She loves to smell of old books and paper and leather-bound spines.
- Cigarettes; Well, it’s a love-hate relationship as she knows it’s a bad habit, but she can’t help it. She needs her cigs.
- Pocket watches; They remind her of her father. She usually always has a pocket watch on her.
IHATETHIS|
- Scorpions; Brid is insanely afraid of Scorpions.
- Applesauce; It just has a weird texture.
- Texas; It is a godforsaken place. She’s pretty sure Jenny moved there just to make her summers even more miserable.
- Coffee; It has always given her headaches
- Waking up early; She's always been more of a night person.
MYSTRENGHTS|
- Self Defense; Brid has gotten into many fights through her life. Over time she figured out how to be a fighter, but she's also taken extensive classes in self defense after her relationship with Dylan.
- Intelligence; Brid has always been very bright. She did well in school (despite all her rebellion). And the fact that she has a mild form of photographic memory really helps.
- Easy Going; Is pretty good with going with the flow
- Determined; It only happens with certain things, but Brid will go full force with anything that she feels is important
- Creative; Being an artist, Brid is very creative and can think out of the box
MYWEAKNESSES|
- Dylan Moore; After everything he did, you’d think she could just forget him and move on. But no. He still has a strange power over her life.
- Confrontational; She has a problem with people telling her what to do. Or being stupid. This usually gets her into fights.
- Tempermental; It takes a while, like watching a pot boil, but eventually stress and frustration makes Brid get very temperamental and kick things.
- Emotional; Brid likes to think she has a good poker face, but deep inside her emotions take a toll on her. She might not say it out loud, and she may never cry in front of you, but she's prone to depression and will just sleep for hours when she's down.
- Defensive; She can be somewhat passive aggressive
QUIRKS&HABITS|
- Chews on her nails when she's nervous
- Has a mild Scottish accent
- Smokes at least two cigarettes a day
- Gets really anxious when she hasn't had a cigarette for a day.
OVERALLPERSONALITY| Brid is a complex person. She came from a good family, but being forced to reunite with the mother who abandoned her turned her into a rebellious teen who purposely got herself in trouble. These early years of sneaking out, being in sketchy places with sketchy people, getting into fights and an abusive relationship all contribute to her personality.
She really is a sweet girl who tries to see the best in everyone. But she’s tough and suspicious of the people around her. Brid doesn’t want to be a victim or act like a victim, even though that’s hard sometimes because the memories do haunt her and she gets depressed from time to time. But overall, she sees herself as someone who conquered her demons. For the most part.
Brid knows how to put on a poker face and act like everything is fine. Most people think she’s indifferent or that she can handle a lot as she seems to give the world a ‘I don’t care’ attitude, but it’s just a defense mechanism.
HOMETOWN| Inverness, Scotland
PARENTSI|
Father: Gordon Brom, age 41
Biological Mother: Jenifer Hollow, age 39
Stepmother: Catorina Brom, age 37
SIBLINGS| half brother Baxtor, age 12
IHAVEPETS| n/a
CURRENTLYLIVING| Inverness, Scotland/Chicago, Illinois
MODEOFDEATH Not dead. Not yet.
OVERALLHISTORY|
- Brid was born from a summer fling between Gordon Brom and an American woman named Jenifer Hollow.
- Jenny abandoned Brid with Gordon after her birth.
- Brid was raised in Inverness by her father and her grandparents.
- When Brid was six her father met and married Catorina.
- Her half brother Baxtor was born when she was eight.
- At age ten her biological mother started to write to her. Brid ignored the letters.
- On her eleventh birthday, Jenny appeared in Inverness asking for custody of her daughter
- After a year worth of court battles, joint-custody was determined. Which meant that Brid had to spend the summer holidays in America with Jenny.
- Around the first time that Brid was forced to spend the summer in Chicago with the Hollows was when Brid really started to act out and become rebellious.
- She began sneaking out at night and usually ended up at sketchy parties downtown
- By age 14 she had begun smoking cigarettes and experimented with drugs
- When she was 15 Jenny moved to Dallas. Which meant that Brid now had to spend her summers in Texas.
- That year she met and entered into a relationship with Dylan Moore. Dylan was twenty-one at the time, and total and complete trouble. He was manipulative and abusive and Brid was too young and naïve to really fully realize it. Their relationship continued on even when Brid went home to Scotland they still stayed in communication. And when she came back for the following summer, the abuse continued. But Brid thought she was in love.
- At the end of that summer Dylan got bored and didn’t speak to her again.
- Brid was devastated. At this time she got more intense about her art. The work turned dark. But it during this period of time that she really started to master her craft.
- After she graduated from school in Scotland, Brid was accepted into School of the Arts Institute of Chicago. As long as she visited her maternal grandparents while in Chicago, she was no longer obligated to spend her summers with Jenny and could just go home to Scotland instead.
- A couple months ago she received a phone call. From Dylan. He needed to help, but the line went dead before she could really figure out what was happening. The only thing she gathered was Belmill.
- Despite all her better judgment in the world, Brid went off in search of Belmill and Dylan. She tells herself it’s for closure.
YOURNAMEI| Sen
IAMTHISYOUNG| nineteen
GOTEXPERIENCE| 7yrs
WHYIJOINED| I saw your ad on JUST LIKE MAGIC
SAMPLEROLEPLAY|As she drove through the emptiness of Texas in hopes of finding the elusive Belmill, Brid thought back to one of the last times she saw Dylan…
“Dylan,” she whispered to him knowing that he could sleep through Armageddon. “Dylan. I don’t know what love is. But this can’t be it. You say I am the world, I am the stars and the sky and the blood in your veins. But I am not. I’m just this thing you play with, a puppy you kick knowing it’ll still come back to you. But you are a drug, and a dangerous drug. And I’m addicted. So addicted that I don’t even care that you’ll ruin me and hurt me unlike anyone else.” She sighed and pressed her face into the space between his shoulder blades, breathing him in.
Brid never thought very highly of herself. She was pretty enough, she guessed, but she was a movie star or model. She considered herself more awkward and ridiculous and temperamental and too hippy. Nothing particular or special. It didn’t seem to matter to her that someone was always crushing on her, calling her unique and unlike anyone they’ve met before. Boys thought they were in love with her, but she couldn't seem to make friends. For Brid, it was some sort of fluke. A mistake or some great cosmic joke.
Her chest tightened. She knew why she kept coming back to him and she hated herself for it. Brid was using him so that she wouldn’t have to be alone. He was the only person in the world she can trust with her life. The only person she could turn to. One of her only friends.
Sometimes she felt like he wanted to cage her, keep her all to himself. She felt like he wanted them to stay in that apartment forever, just them. But she couldn't do that. There was too much for her to figure out before she made any commitments to anyone. In so many ways, Brid barely knew herself and what she wanted out of life. And she felt that was the way it was supposed to be, being confused and free. She was only seventeen after all. She had a whole world she needed to discover, mountains she needed to climb, maybe lovers she needed to love.
Though for now there is no romantic love in her. Not even for him. Right now love made her angry and people who loved her made her angry. And yet there she was, inspiring in him something that should be wiped away. But she was too much of a coward to lose the only person who forgave her unconditionally.
“Dylan…”
She held her breath as he turned to his back and waited, because even though she was certain he was dead to the world she wanted to be safe. She only hoped his subconscious heard could hear and take pity on her. She didn’t know how to walk away from him, but for once she realized that survival is more important than love. And the bruises on her arms were proof that. If only he could love her without hurting her.
“Dylan… please stop hurting me...”
