terrence, bridget

[.bridget terrence;]

Full Name: Bridget Elaine Terrence
Nickname: N/A
Age: Seventeen.
Date of Birth: August 3rd, 1991.
Gender: Female.

Ethnicity: Caucasian
Hair Color: Blonde.
Eye Color: Grey-Blue.
Full Description: Bridget is definately someone you wouldn't notice immediately, mostly because she's quite short. At 5'1, she sort of gets lost in the crowded halls of Stonebrook Academy. Perhaps you've seen her in the library, attempting various pile-ups of footstools in chairs to reach that [not-so] incredibley high shelf, or stumbling clumsily through the hall in absurdly high heels that she just isn't graceful graceful enough to wear. If you have, you've probably mistaken her for a younger, newer student, for she looks several years younger than she actually is. In her childhood, her brothers would get a kick out of calling her "Midget", though, as Bridget will tell anyone who listens, she prefers "petite".

Bridget has a slender figure, only adding to her tiny image. She's not much of an athelete...infact, she's terrible at most sports, but jogging is one thing she loves to do, so that helps. She has some curves, but people don't really see much of them given her choice of clothing, unless, of course, she's wearing some sort of dress(god forbid) to a school dance. Bridget's skin is smooth and slightly tanned. It was a lot tanner during the summer, but that has since faded. She has nice skin and she's never had much acne, but the one thing she hates about her skin is that she blushes far too easily and is constantly hating herself for it.

Bridget is a natural blonde. Her hair is sort of a dark golden color, though it gets a lot lighter in the summer. She does like her hair lighter, though, and recently got a few highlights. In its natural state, her hair is somewhat wavy. It's cut in long layers with bangs that gently sweep her eyes, and Bridget'll wake up each morning hours before she actually has to just to style it right. It takes a lot of work, because her hair just doesn't like to cooperate. Though it's naturally curly, she likes to straighten it, but this usually doesn't have much effect. As the day goes on, her hair gets noticeabley wavier, especially in humidity. Also, from the amount of time she spends outside, it usually looks somewhat windswept. There are many days when she gets so fed up that she'll just tie it back or put it in pigtails. On the plus side, though, it's quite soft. Probably because she shampoos it obsessively.

Her eyes are her best feature. They'rea sharp, icy blue in color, sometimes fading to grey in a dimmer light. They're sort of...ocean colored, nicely shaped and quite expressive. There's always an alert, keen sort of look in Bridget's eyes, and her wardrobe consists of a lot of colors that complement them. She was never one to hide her emotions(it's kind of difficult when you're an empath, especially when said emotions aren't even yours), so she isn't that hard to read. She has a pretty face, with a wide, lovely smile that's rather contagious.

Bridget's style can only be described as typical-teen. She really doesn't like dressing up, and her wardrobe consists of seemingly a hundred different pairs of jeans, some designer tops, and in these days of colder weather, hoodies. She has a lot of shoes, ranging from tennis shoes(she jogs often), to slip-ons, to boots, to heels, to a few pairs of flipflops. She doesn't like flipflops so much. Bridget likes her legs, but she's very self-concious about her feet.

She has a high-pitched, typical-blonde voice, and she's a trained singer.


[d e e p e r]
Ability: Bridget is an empath; she can pick up on the emotions of those around her, though they affect her own mood. This often results in mood-swings.
Likes:
[x]Fresh air; the outdoors.
[x]Jogging.
[x]Hiking.
[x]Singing.
[x]Shopping.
[x]Taking pictures. She's obsessed.
[x]Music.
[x]Laughing.
[x]Bubblegum
[x]Her daemon
[x]Her friends.
[x]Her family
[x]Anything green.
[x]Sappy movies.
Dislikes:
[x]Her power, when she can't control it.
[x]Strawberries; she's allergic.
[x]Feeling vunerable.
[x]Feeling trapped.
[x]Rain; she'd rather have snow.
[x]Swimming in general--she can't swim.
[x]Having all attention focused on her.
[x]Crying
[x]Waiting.
[x]Being looked down upon.
[x]Loud noises.
[x]Committing.
[x]Judgemental people.
[x]Lies.

Characteristics: There are a lot of ways you could describe Bridget, depending on who you are and how well you know her. Her personality isn't always...consistant. That is to say, she can be a tad unpredictable. It's mostly because of her ability--it directly effects her mood, and it confuses her until she can hardly distinguish her true opinions from those of others. Bridget isn't one to go down without a fight, though, so her struggle against her ability has stirred a rebellious side in her. She'll often be very stubborn and difficult simply because she doesn't like giving in or "going with the crowd". The things she argues about are silly, sometimes.

But Bridget has many more layers than that, so let's start from the top. She's generally a friendly person, and while plenty of students have developed a spitfire, snappy personality as a sort of self-defense system, Bridget is a little more laid back. She was never good at those "yo mama"-esque insults, anyway. She's quite social--that is to say, she won't hesitate to strike up a conversation and keep it going. She really does talk a whole hell of a lot, but try telling her that and she'd probably grin with pride. She likes meeting people, hearing the stories they have to tell and how they generally do a decent job of distracting her from her never-ending restlessness.

The thing is, that's basically the whole extent of it. Though Bridget may appear quite the social butterfly, she doesn't have a whole lot of close friends. She doesn't like commitment of any sort, and while she may act entirely the to the contrary in good company, she tends to keep herself very detached from a good many people she meets. She's very...flighty, so to speak. She never really sticks around for long, doesn't like revealing too much about herself, and really doesn't like those sobby heart-to-hearts that girls tend to have. Sure, she enjoys a good cry at those incredibley sappy movies that are always coming out, something like that, but never when it gets personal. The truth is, Bridget's plain afraid to really bond with anyone. In her experience, it doesn't lead anywhere.

Since she doesn't like being emotionally tied, Bridget sometimes jumps to pushing people away. Even when she doesn't, she's in no hurry to actually bond, so she's a little bit prone to getting into arguements just for the heck of it. You know that rebellious streak I brought up awhile ago? Yeah, about that. There's nothing Bridget finds more refreshing then a nice little spat with a...well, yeah, complete stranger. She may not be sharp-tongued, but she loves the little word spars she sometimes tends to provoke. Usually it's nothing more serious then playful, laid teasing; exchanging blows with those who appriciate her enthusiasm and annoying those who don't. Bridget doesn't have the coolest of tempers, though, so there have been quite a few occasions when she's gone a bit too far in those situations. It always seems to get her into trouble, but she never learns her lesson.

It always boils down to the fact that she's just so energetic. Well, that's putting it nicely. Straight out hyper is more like it. Bridget is like a puppy; when she gets too restless she gets destructive. This is why she spends a lot of her time outside.

Towards the few that she is close to, it's something of a different story. Bridget still possesses a guarded air around her own emotions, but she becomes a lot more...well, relaxed around those she trusts. She gets sort of bubbly and touchy-feely, but it's all on a surface level. Often being able to sense the feelings of others, Bridget feels as if she's prying, and that's why even around her best of friends she doesn't get into too much real emotional depth. She really does try her best to be sweet, though, and may even come off as a little bit ditzy.Once she does form a begrudging sort of loyalty to you, you're unlikely to lose it.

[d a e m o n]
Name: Kantai
Form: Hare.
Description: Kantai settled in hare form; and this particular one really does suit his human counterpart. A hare is a common creature, and you may thing Kantai to be common upon first glancing him over. Both daemon and girl appear completely normal on first impression...but then, this would be an illusion. Just as Bridget is anything but ordinary, look again and you'll see that Kantai is no ordinary hare. He is large; much larger than a regular hare, and his boundless energy has shaped the muscles that ripple beneath his pelt, in his hind legs and his shoulders. Kantai's fur is raven-black, with a gloss to it that makes it vaguely purple-ish in the moonlight, and almost brown in the sun.

He is by no means dainty, unlike Bridget. His legs are long and wirey with large paws that seem mismatched in comparison. Accompanying these are his jagged claws that stick out in a dog-like fashion. His tail shows no signs of white, but is absurdly fluffy all the same. Dark eyes accompany his dark pelt, but eyes that hold the same emotional depth as Bridget's do. When relaxed, his long ears usually rest against his back. The only splash of color on Kantai's body is his whiskers. Being white, they really do stand out against his pelt.

His hare form represents Bridget's boundless energy and her wary jumpiness; as well as her slight flightiness and detachment from the world. She enjoys running and the outdoors; Kantai loves these things as well. He has a hare's tradmark curiousity, cunning, and agility.

Kantai is a fast talker, and a smooth one. Though daemons don't usually converse too much with humans other than their own, he's quite the chatterbox. This is another similarity to Bridget, though sometimes he talks more than the blonde does herself. For all his talking, though, he's very detached: he doesn't like revealing personal things about himself, and he doesn't like Bridget doing so either. He's as curious and restless as Bridget is, though he has a cooler temper. When something gets the girl fired up, Kantai is one of the few who can calm her. He is, however, a bit more mischevious and reckless than she is. But he prefers the term "daring".

[f i n i s h i n g;t o u c h e s]
History: Bridget is the youngest in her family. Her mother and father, Holly and Michael Terrence, were the newly weds that everyone loved to gush over. They knew they wanted children from the start, and didn't wait long. First came Simon, their perfect first-born baby boy. Messy hair, bright smile, and pretty red fox daemon, Simon would grow up into the handsome high school jock that all the guys wanted to be, and all the girls wanted to be with. Their father couldn't have been prouder. Two years later came Jamie, who'd also become a success in the eyes of his family. Jamie was smart...smarter than most, and by the time he was sixteen he had been offered scholarships from various ivy league schools. But I'm getting ahead of myself.

Bridget was the last to be born(five years later), and being the youngest and the only girl, her brothers have always been quite protective of her. Thing was, there were some complications during her birth. Her mother lived, but was unable to have any more children after that. Most people would have said something along the lines of "You have three children, how many more do you need?", but it apparantly caused some marriage problems. Or at least, started to ebb away at her parents' patience with each other. Because two years later, Holly and Michael, who everyone said were just perfect together, were divorced. For awhile, Michael continued to visit his children. But he never tried for partial custody, and his visits soon become less and less frequent. Soon, he was out of their life completely.

This was hardest on Simon, who was nine years old. The age of little league and learning how to ride bikes, and he really needed his father. As for Bridget, she was only two. She doesn't remember her dad much if at all, but has convinced herself that she remembers his face and voice from hours of staring at pictures. She's always maintained a certain curiousity about her father, but her mom won't answer too many questions.

Simon grew further and further apart from the rest of the family, but Bridget became very close to Jamie. He'd spend afternoons trying to teach her the things that interested him in school, and when she'd stare at him blankly, he'd give up and take her outside to play. Bridget was quite the tomboy as a young child. But soon, things were changing. The first thing that happened was Jamie's daemon settling. Just as he was starting high school, his daemon Myra settled as an otter. From then on, they just grew apart. Jamie was getting offers from colleges rediculously early, and that was that.

So, Bridget made her own friends. The trouble was, she was starting to discover her ability. She would get strange feelings that definately weren't her own, and wasn't excellent at hiding them. Her daemon settled around the time that her powers first began manifesting themselves, so this add to the mix didn't help. She had her first boyfriend at fourteen, and was scared off almost immediately. Her power just got her involved too intimately with people too quickly, and it made Bridget develope an intense fear of commitment.

Her mother, in particular, was very concerned. She had no idea what-so-ever about her daughter's ability(why would she?), and her best guess was that her daughter had some kind of disorder. One day, she decided to get Bridget tested(for Bipolar disorder, figures). Bridget became so freaked out by her own confusion and Kantai's determined distress; of the doctor's coldness and her mother's overpowering worry, that...well, the whole experience didn't go so well. The doctor suggested that Holly get Bridget "serious" help.

Things might have gotten ugly if Bridget hadn't met her soon-to-be best friend, Maura Williams. Maura was tough and streetwise; she knew everything about...everything. Most importantly, she too had abilities that had seemed to come out of nowhere. Maura could manipulate electricity. But unlike Bridget, she'd come to terms with her power long ago, and was even proud of it. She helped Bridget try to work out her own, and they became inseperatable ever since. Things went that way for the next two years, probably the first time since Jamie's childhood that Bridget was actually happy.

Upon seeing her daughter's mood improving as much as it did, Holly decided to let things be...for the present. But fate would soon step in again. Because one day, Maura dissappeared. Just like that, abruptly and without any warning. Her parents wouldn't say anything, but the strange thing was that they didn't seem concerned. The official, "accepted" story was that she was sent off to bording school. The truth was, bording school was a bit of an understatement.

Bridget, stubborn as she was and still is to this day, didn't buy it. She worried and pestered Maura's parents continueously, recieving little response. Then one day, her best friend's mother whipped around.

"Enough, Bridget. She's getting...getting the help she needs."

It was the most information she'd gotten so far, and without thinking, Bridget had blurted out, "Is this about her power?!"

Maura's mother(who's name, incidentely, was Lisa) was absolutely stunned to discover that Bridget knew about this--they had forbidden their daughter to speak of it to anyone. She was so surprised, in fact, that for a moment all she could do was splutter, and this was where Bridget made her biggest mistake. She had been so close to a break through; had felt the bewilderment radiating off of Lisa, so she spoke again.

"It's okay--I have one too. She helped me control it." She'd just blurted it out, and it was probably the stupidest thing she'd ever done. Lisa calmed down then, but there was something very strange about the whole thing. Bridget hadn't realized at the time how strange it was that the woman had believed her so quickly and suddenly. As it was, she left that day without much more information--her friend's mother had admitted that Maura had been taken away to some sort of school, but that was it.

She never found out why Lisa sold her out. Perhaps she'd been scared into it, or felt it was unfair that Bridget went free while Maura was taken, or perhaps she'd even been working with Stonebrook the whole time. All Bridget knew was that two days later, they came for her. Government officials, flashing badges and grunting orders for Bridget to pack quickly and come with them. Neither she, nor her family, was given a choice in the matter.

And that's how Bridget ended up at Stonebrook, exactly six months ago. As for Maura, Bridget never saw her again. And when she asked around, no one seemed to know much about her. It was then that she began to suspect that Stonebrook was alot more than it seemed, but to this day she's never had anything more than that to go on.


Roleplay Sample: Yeah, I haven't roleplayed humans in FOREVER. =P So Imma use this, one of my more recent posts, to demonstrate.

Cold winds chilled the forest, sweeping the long, wilting branches of the willow trees to and fro. As for the other trees that adorned the land by the river; their had turned brilliantly golden in the last few moons. Like the sky that frolicked with the setting sun, they came in all shades of red and orange. They reminded her of a forest fire, but in their own way even more magnificent. But however dazzling and admirable they looked, she knew that they were brittle to the touch, easy to break, ready to fall, growing weaker...looks didn't matter; they'd soon be gone. And they were just another reminder of how Green-Leaf had came and went, all too quickly, leaving the metaphorical grey of Leaf-Fall in its place. Temperatures would drop, colors would fade, prey would dissappear...and the world would sleep again for a long, hard season. Could RiverClan take the blow?

Though they'd been enjoying the advantages of winning Sunningrocks back from ThunderClan, everything seemed to be drifting apart. Spirits around the camp seemed to be down; no one said much these days. And laughter had grown to be a rare sound. Was this just the annual blues that fell upon the forest each year as the world around them died? Or was there a darker force setting upon the Clans? Badgerstar, the curiously black-and-white patterned she-cat who lead RiverClan, didn't like to think about that. Her paws churned through the river as she swam from Sunningrocks back toward their island camp, a water vole clamped in her jaws. Rain began to fall quickly, disrupting the river's still surface. Badgerstar hated this kind of rain: it was harsh and terribly icy, yet not quite cold enough to form snow that would settle on the ground. Yes, it was not a particularly nice morning, to say the least. But then again, Badgerstar was not in a particularly nice mood. So it all worked out, really.

She'd been unable to sleep much in the shadows of her den last night. The sleep she had gotten had been restless and filled with dreams that drained her energy. And so early in the morning, she had departed to do some hunting...and thinking, on her own. But then the weather had gone bad, and she'd ended up with only one measly vole to show for her efforts. She decided that she would leave it for the apprentices, and accordingly placed it in the pile. Raising her head again, Badgerstar stared at the fresh-kill pile. Her tail lashed back and forth, displaying her dissatisfaction at the size of the stack, which had decreased considerably as the temperatures dropped. If it was like this now, how would they ever fare through Leaf-Bare?

But this has to be normal. She insisted to herself, I'm just worrying too much. But Badgerstar's own words did little to comfort her, as would be apparant to any passers by. Her ears were folded backward, and her whiskers stuck out. To put it simply, she looked thoroughly aggitated, but instead of grumping about it, she promptly turned around and stalked back across camp. She'd just have to make sure more hunting patrols were being organized. Of course, that was Rosebloom's job, but in times like these...Badgerstar shook herself. She was doing it again. Over-working herself. Even so, the least she could do was lead one of the patrols herself after the weather eased up a bit.

Badgerstar then took her favorite sheltered place near Tall Log, by her den. She gave her two-toned pelt a canine-like shake, arched her back in a stretch, and then laid down. It was then that a slight pain in her paw pricked her interest. Tilting her head, the she-cat gazed down at her pad. A small cut was visible, as was the bright red blood that rushed to the surface. Must've torn it on a rock in the river. She mused. How hadn't she noticed? Ugh, she needed to come back down to earth. She'd been so out of it lately. Bending down, she rasped her tongue over the wound briskly. Again and again, and each time it stung, but she continued anyway. At that moment, Badgerstar wondered for the umpteenth time why they did not have a medicine cat. If any of the other Clans knew...but then, she hadn't seen them bringing their medicine cats to gatherings lately either, which was very peculiar.

The leader shrugged it off. She had other things to worry about. More pressing things. Ever since she had become leader, she'd been...well, very self-concious to say the least. But that had been three seasons ago; many moons. She found that the various duties and responsibilities that went along with it were becoming more and more familiar to her. Badgerstar almost took pride in them nowadays. Almost. But then came the inevitable Leaf-Fall again. Badgerstar had been appointed leader in the middle of last Leaf-Bare, when the Clan had already worked out a system for survival. But now, it was her job to prepare them. Right, wonderful. Just one question: how was she supposed to do that, exactly?

A soft sigh escaped her lips. After all she'd been through, it seemed silly to worry as much as she did. Right from the star, Badgerstar's life hadn't been easy. She'd never even known her father--and neither had anyone else in the Clan. Before she'd been old enough to really question her mother, Shadowflight, about him, the black she-cat had drowned in a powerful flood that swept through RiverClan's territory one fateful Green-Leaf. It had been a lot to deal with, and she probably wouldn't have gotten through it without her siblings and foster mother, Trixiepelt. But even that wasn't meant to last. Her litter had always been headstrong and mischievious, and those qualities weren't exactly safe ones for kits to possess. Sure enough, they'd been captured by BloodClan.

Almost a moon had been spent in those shadowy dumpsters, and Badgerstar never quite forgot the darkness of those days...and what happened there toward the end of them. The stress had proved to be too much for them, and soon a fight broke out between Badgerstar and her brother. A fight that had ended with him joining BloodClan. The first pawsteps on the path toward the cold-blooded murderer he would become.

And even after that, life had been anything but easy. Badgerstar had witnessed a lot of tragedy and death in her lifetime, and all that just didn't go away. She tried to make it though; tried to put the past behind her. But what if RiverClan saw right through her? She tried to be strong, but sometimes she felt like a complete fake. If only she could do something that would leave her forever remembered as a great and loyal leader.

Loyal. That's all she wanted to be.


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