Post by Brie Louis Ledger on Aug 1, 2013 17:54:54 GMT
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Hey, my name is... Brie Louis Ledger
But most call me... Brie
If you want to, you can label me... heterosexual
I've been on this earth for... 17 years
Which means I was born... April 4th
I'm a... student
And only a... 5th year
I have power over...fire
My eyes are... Brown
And my hair is... Blond
One could say... Appearance isn't something Brie cares about much. She's not the type of girl to spend hours fussing over her appearance and what not. Instead, she just tosses on her cloths and goes about her business. She does have her nose and lip pierced as well as her tongue. All are rather recent acquirements, much to her parents horror (they were her grandmother's idea). She also has a few tattoos in various places.
I'm normally seen wearing... Punk/rocker/whatever hasn't been on the floor for over a month
And I supposedly look like... Juliet Simms
All round, I'm... Brie is a rather ill-tempered, unpleasant girl who doesn't enjoy being around people much. She has little patience for anyone, especially towards people she doesn't like. When people really start to bug her, she has the tenancy to get physical. It's easier for her to communicate with her fists than with her words. Something about breaking someone's nose or even just issuing a nasty black eye is soothing to her. When she get's very wound up it can sometimes be the only way for her to cool down. On top of that, she finds it rather amusing when she 'takes people down'.
Music and fire are two things Brie happens to like very much. Some days, she'll just lock herself away and spend hours playing her guitar or listening to a song she likes over and over again while she messes with a set of matches or a lighter. When she hasn't got some access to fire, she can be irritable and fussy. She's more likely to loose her temper without it. Touching her instruments or her match/lighter is a punishable offense in her eyes and will likely get you a black–if you're lucky.
Much to most people's surprise, Brie does have a little bit of a soft side. It is very very rare for anyone to be allowed to see it, however and even with the people she's fond of it's extremely rare.
I'm in love with... Music, her guitar, matches, the smell of smoke, Envy, Guns 'N' Roses, England, jam
Though I detest... Water, Junior, America, chocolate, cats, playing the piano, rules
But my best assets are... Strong, confident, adaptable, cunning, loyal
However my worst... Vicious, hot-headed, proud, insubordinate, sarcastic
And I dream of... being like Axl Rose (except female)
My life story... As a child Brie never saw her father much/ He was always working on 'that' case or helping 'this' friend and hardly ever had time for his children. Her and her mother never seemed to get on well. Brie could never quite be the perfect little lady her mother wanted. She was loud and rough and quick tempered. She fought with her brother too much, got into trouble at school too often and had friends her mother did not approve of. She was stubborn and disobedient. Her father did nothing about it, of course. He was far to busy.
In Brie's eyes, her brother seemed to be the favorite child. He could do no wrong. If they got into a fight it was always her fault because he had started it. If he got into trouble at school it was because someone had 'provoked' him. Brie couldn't stand him. She wished she could put him in his place.
And one day she did. Or thought she did. The two of them had gotten into a fight. Again. Brie was losing, as always, and wanted desperately to beat him. And she did, leaving a nasty burn across his face. The boy went into hysterics, swearing she had tried to murder him
Her mother didn't know what to do. She cried until her husband came home. In gasping, shuttering breaths she explained what happened. He was furious. He called her worse names than what her brother had called her. Unlike her brother's, these stung. They weren't the same fearful whimpers of a 16-year-old boy, he meant them. Brie could tell.
Northvale Academy was suggested by her mother. Her father had hesitated at first. He and his wife had left the supernatural world and wanted nothing to do with it, but they had no choice. They felt no other place would be able to control Brie and, if they were lucky, teacher her how to behave like a 'civilized' person.
Barely a week later, she was sent to live with her grandmother who lived in near the school. Brie was utterly furious, swearing one day she would kill them all. There was no way they would not pay for that they had done.
I was born to... Mother–Terry Ledger, Father–Brimont Ledger Sr.
And also live with... Brimont Lewis Ledger Jr.–18–Brother
Not to mention... Mikey–Dog–Weimaraner, Envy–Snake–Royal Python
My ooc name is... Arson[/color][/blockquote]
And I've been roleplaying... Too long
The Secret Word is... password accepted!
Here's a little sample...Brie could hardly believe that she was hear. All her life, she had wanted to be someone special, someone who wasn't just the troublemaker of the family. She wanted to outshine her little brother and prove that she too could be worth something. Now that dream was finally coming true. Here she was, about to become something more, about to make something of her self... And yet her family would never see it. The one time she finally got to do something worth while she and she was only able to share it with an almost complete stranger. She didn't know what her more, the fact the her parents didn't want her anymore or the fact that this woman she had never met cared more about her than they ever did.
Maybe it was for the best. Brie had never really fit in with her mother and father. They were the perfect family without her, a model example for society. She was just... Not. She was always in trouble at school, always starting fights and never listening to anyone in authority. She was a wild child or, as her father would say, she was a demon. She winced as she remembered his words. He had cursed her and completely disowned her. Her mother had stood by and watched as he struck her across the cheek and called her all sorts of vile names. When she finally did speak, she only gave him a way to get rid of her.
Of course, perhaps it was for the best. She would never be on her way to becoming a witch if they hadn't tossed her like they did. As she stared blankly out the train window, watching the white landscape pass by, she figured that maybe this whole thing was for the best. Her grandmother Gertrude, who preferred to be called Pepper it seemed, was nice enough. Sure, Texas wasn't London but she would live. Brie was able to do something Junior would never get to do.
But that did mean she wouldn't one day get them back. Because, God so help them she would if it was the last thing she did.
