Post by bree on Feb 3, 2013 22:52:16 GMT
bree anise oceanus
Hey, my name is... Bree Anise Oceanus
But most call me... Bree, or whatever. I really don't mind.
If you want to, you can label me... heterosexual.
I've been on this earth for... 16 years
Which means I was born... February 18th
I'm a... student
And only a... fourth year
I have power over... water.
My eyes are... blue
And my hair is... blond
One could say... I'm a bit on the small side, and I don't weigh that much, but what I lack in size, I try to make up for in personality. I don't have any scars, as I've never dared get into any fights, and I've never really injured myself so much so that it would leave a permanent mark. I don't really have any distinguishing marks, either. Just one small mole on the ring finger of my left hand.
When walking, I will always be stood up straight, and will have a spring in my step most of the time. If I don't, then there is something wrong with me at that particular moment in time.
I'm normally seen wearing... something cute. I'll normally wear blue because, y'know, blue is pretty and stuff, but I'm not biased in what I wear at all. I like jeans and shirts, though, and I really like a dress from time to time.
And I supposedly look like... Ashley Benson
All round, I'm... just a nice person, put simply. I hate making people angry, sad, hurt or uncomfortable, and if I happen to do so, will always try to make amends. I'm very sociable, and love to interact with and meet new people.
I don't view myself in a positive light, as I believe other people are more important than myself. I don't view my problem as low self esteem, or depression, as the doctors have said, just a need to help others and make them feel good. However, deep down, I know that I shouldn't be feeling the way I do about myself, and know I have a few problems. But I don't care, just as long as everyone else feels okay.
I'm very optimistic. I will always try to see the good in a situation, as well as the good in people, and will try as hard as I possibly can to draw that out. No matter how hard it is, I will try. I view it a a "Challenge", something that I have always loved. Fire, though, is my weak point. I'm terrified of fire, if it's open and uncontrolled.
I love music. More than pretty much anything. Music is the one thing I consider myself halfway good at, and I will often be seen writing ideas down for songs, or humming a small tune that I have in her head. I like to draw, too, but I won't be doing this as often. Just a quick sketch or a hurried painting here and there.
It's not easy to get me angry. But, once you do, it's something that you wouldn't want to do again. I'm an entirely different person to the calm, docile girl described above. When I'm angry, I know no mercy. But I'm never angry for long, and always feel absolutely terrible after each and every heated outburst. It's normally after these that I sink back into a state of Depression for a while, and those outbursts that caused my depression in the first place.
However, as long as someone isn't manipulative or someone that enjoys making people angry, then I'll get along with them just fine. I'm willing to help out pretty much anything and anyone, depending on what it is that they need/want. Overall, I like to think I have a heart of pure gold.
I'm in love with... music, art, water, plants, people, writing, chocolate and reading
Though I detest... fire, being yelled at, coffee, physical activity, manipulative People, sheet music, getting angry and having people worry about me.
But my best assets are... I always try to be kind and friendly where I can, so I'm quite a likable person, I guess. Oh, and I play quite a large number of musical instruments.
However my worst... I have 'depression' and 'low self esteem'. I also have a tendency to lose control of my powers when I experience a strong, negative emotion.
And I dream of... one day, maybe, being a professional musician.
My life story... Let's just start the story with a young couple. That's how most stories begin, isn't it? Well, that's the start of the story for a younger me. My mother and father being the young couple in question, of course. A young, recently married couple, Colleen and Daniel were 21 and 22 respectively when they bore a daughter. They went through a lot of the names for me, not being able to decide, but they eventually settled on "Bree", meaning "exalted".
My family lived in a small town in England by the name of Sandy. No one had really heard of it. It wasn't too far away from London, but it wasn't on any maps. Unless they were maps of Bedfordshire. Anyway, we moved into a modest house on a small road. It was a quiet, pretty area, where there were enough things to keep me entertained and my parents equally as occupied.
I took an interest in music from a very early age, learning how to play several musical instruments from about the age of four or five, and begging my parents for singing tuition. Colleen and Daniel didn't know why I had such an interest in these things, but they agreed to humor me, and so I got the lessons I wanted/needed. They didn't really think that I'd be any good at it because I was very young. However, I did "well", surprising my parents greatly.
When I was 6, to my great fright, I began showing signs of being a faerie. I didn't know what was going on; I hadn't been warned or told about this before. Mostly because my parents had never felt the need to. They openly used their powers around the house. This was something that I awed, but also feared. I didn't know why that was, it was just something that other people couldn't do. So it freaked me out that my parents (and now, I) could do things that others couldn't.
However, I gradually grew accustomed to the fact that I had these powers, that I was a faerie, and warmed to it, finding that it made me unique in a way. I knew not to go around showing people though. I wasn't that stupid.
When I was 7, my mother had two more children, Freddie and Isabel. I didn't like the twins at first, but they grew on me, and... I don't know, I guess I just decided, one day, that petty hatred was stupid. I grew to love the pair with everything. I practically raised them, as my mother and father were rather busy with work. They still had time for us, though, which was nice.
When I was 12, though, something happened that changed my life forever. All I remember from this day is watching my house burn to its blackened foundations and the cries of my mother as my father rushed back in to save her. My mother and father made it out. So did Freddie. But... Isabel. She wasn't anywhere to be seen. My beautiful, dark haired, smiley eyed little sister was gone, never to be seen again.
I also remember the funeral, and that I cried a lot for a long time. But then, when I was about 13, I realized that crying wasn't going to bring my sister back, and made me appear "weak" to other people. I wasn't having that. So, it was at this age that I learned to stop crying, and put a smile on my face whether it was genuine or not.
So I pushed through the next two years, smiling through the pain. It hurt. But at least there was one of us smiling. It seemed that it made people more optimistic to see someone smile. And... I would help in anyway possible. I didn't want to smile. But I didn't want to upset people or appear weak. So... smiles. Smiles everywhere. Until I hit fourteen. My uncle was killed by a werewolf, just before the wars ended.
And, for me, that was the last straw.
I wanted to come here immediately. Get answers. I bugged my parents for ages about it, but they only just really listened, and so I've been shipped off here. I like the place. It's helping me hone my powers, and keeping my mind off of... things. Sure, it's still hard. But it's getting easier and easier. I like Northvale a lot. I'm hoping to meet lots of new people, and I think I just might.
I was born to... Colleen Oceanus, Daniel Oceanus
And also live with... Freddie Oceanus. I don't know if Isabel counts, though. Heh.
My ooc name is... Chloe[/color][/blockquote]
And I've been roleplaying... aboooout six-ish months
The Secret Word is... PASSWORD ACCEPTED
Here's a little sample..."Jealousy, Turning saints into the sea, swimming through sick lullabies, choking on your alibis," the faerie sang with her friend, strumming that the guitar in her hands with everything she had now. It struck her how amazing the pair sounded together. Well. It sounded a amazing as it could sound with Bree involved. Her voice was soft, quiet, a rather sweet contrast against the beautiful, harsh, gritty tones in Pandora's voice. It sounded rather soothing, actually, to have a song like this being sung the way it was.
The song itself was an incredible one, too. Bree loved it, just for how different it was to every heartbroken, stupid piece she'd ever written when she'd been feeling down or depressed. No, this was a song about staying optimistic. Bree tried to stay optimistic, and was normally successful, but...she had her moments. Like everyone else. This song inspired her, encouraged her in so many ways. It was... amazing.
She continued. "But it's just the price I pay. Destiny is calling me, open up my eager eyes, 'cause I'm Mr. Brightside." Oh, wow. Singing those lyrics actually made her realize how much the song related to her. Her current situation was the price she paid. Destiny really was calling her. And, up to now, she'd "opened up her eager eyes", so to speak, and looked on the bright side of the situation. that was...spookily accurate. Maybe it related to everyone, in a way. But right now, it wasn't about everyone else, was it?
