Post by Bridgette on Dec 11, 2008 23:12:29 GMT -5
»Character Biography;;
Name:
Bridgette of the Bells and the Storms
Nickname:
Bridgette, Bridge
Gender:
Female
Age:
She’s actually lost count of the years. Probably somewhere near her 400s or 500s.
But she looks about 19.
Birthday:
She doesn’t know.
Species:
Daemon
Appearance
Hair:
Chocolate Brown, chin length.
Eyes:
Light Green
Complextion:
Tan. Splotches of red here and there. Lots of freckles.
Build:
She’s a perfect pear shaped person. She’s absolutely twiggy on the top, but she had slightly bigger hips and legs. She’s about 5’6”.
Attire:
Bridgette’s attire consists mostly of a corset that goes just below her bosom, which has been wrapped tightly in bandages. She had a poofy dress on under that, but it seems to have been cut off above her knees. She wears knee-high boots, and an eye patch over her right eye. Her hair covers most of her face though, and in the midst of her mess of hair, two rather awkward, purple horns. Under her eyepatch, there is a scar poking out, indicating that there is a much larger scar under it. Her arms, however, are probably the most curious aspect of her outfit. On her right arm, she has sort of a glove on, made out of some type of metal. The fingers are as sharp as knives, and though they can move, are rather restricted. Her other hand has another contraption strapped to it, her pinkie and her thumb sticking out. It is a leather glove with knives attached to the index, middle, and ring fingers, at the knuckle.
Vocals:
[Picture one]
Personality:
Bridgette is a kind soul, but she can be a little unstable at times. She’s resorted to violence to solve the littlest things. She truly doesn’t like to get in conflicts, though. This is one of the reasons her name is ‘of the Storms,’ as her tribe, the ancient Bell Keepers, thought her unstable. Gentle and calm, but unstable. Like a storm.
Sexuality:
She’s Heterosexual.
Strengths:
Fast and furious. She can scratch and bite, and she has a quick tongue.
She also uses her hearing and scent to her advantage, as they are very, very developed, an this can get her a head start if she needs to flee, or prepare to fight.
Weaknesses:
Bridgette is falling apart.
Really.
Literally and figuratively.
She’s mentally unstable, and her body parts are physically falling off.
She has no left eye, which restricts her vision, she can’t really use her hands, as they are very hard to manage (most of her right arm is missing, along with three fingers on her left hand), and she can’t move well, due to her back and foot, which both have gigantic, unhealing cuts and bruises in them. She’s just a mess.
Abilities
Active:
Supersonic hearing and scent.
Passive:
She can climb very, very fast.
Which isn’t really an ability, but can help a lot in some situations.
Weapons:
Her knives, and her razor sharp fingers. That’s pretty much it. Simple, yet effective.
Animal Form: None
History:
Bridgette was born in the ancient Bell Keepers tribe, the ones who originally built the Belltower of Psalms. They created it to ward off the evil spirits of the Far Lands, the Land Beyond the Darkness. The Bells had to be rung every two hours and thirty minutes on the dot, the duty of the Bell Keepers. They did this for their entire lives, completely isolated from the rest of the world, unless the others brought them food and water three times a day.
When the last Bell Keeper, Gorgota of the Bells and the Death, named after his brutish appearance and very violent personality, died, a new Bell Keeper was to be elected immediately.
This was a time in the tribe that every one dreaded, for no one wanted to be the Bell Keeper. No one. Gorgota had gone crazy from isolation, from seeing things in the forest every day, and in the darkness.
So Mythis of the Bells and the Sea, and his wife Keela and the Wind bravely elected their first daughter Bridgette, who was only thirteen. Being of this young age, Bridgette had not had her naming ceremony yet, so they decided that they would let her Keep the Bells for three years, until her sixteenth summer, and then do her naming ceremony. This was a first in the Bell Keepers Tribe.
So, Bridgette was forced to watch the bells.
It was cold and lonely in the bell tower, all alone, with no one to talk to except for the cockroaches that scurried about on the ground. She only had a coat, a blanket, and a bed that smelled like Gorgota. She remembered him vividly from when she had to bring him food. Crazy.
Only seeing people three times a day, and not speaking a word to them made Bridgette rather strange, and the constant ringing on the bells annoyed her so much that she frequently stuffed cotton from the beds in her ears.
When it came time for her to receive her name, she went down, and for the first time in three years, walked on grass, and felt the dirt in between her toes. She ran and jumped for joy so much, and was so angry when they restrained her that she actually attacked one of them. Hence, they called her ‘And the Storms,’ for she was a kind soul, gentle and loving, but she couldn’t control herself.
Then she was swiftly brought back to the bells. She refrained from ringing the bells at all, even so much as tying them together to keep the ringing out of her ears.
And she began to find Gorgota’s work.
His writings, depicting how to escape from the tower, the exact times the people came to bring food, how to climb back into the tower without anyone ever noticing you’d be gone. He wrote about how to tell the time from the moons shadows on the trees and the tower, and how not to be late. Ever.
So Bridgette began to go out of the Bell Tower, and explore. She loved her freedom. The food bringers only came once every six hours, so she was set.
But one day, in her nineteenth summer, when Bridgette was picking flowers to make her room brighter, she noticed something. Footprints. But the prints weren’t feet, they were… bigger. Bulkier. They didn’t have toes. Running back, she climbed the tower quickly and rang the bells with all of her might for the next day.
And in the early hours of the morning, she wandered down to the tribe to see if they had been warned.
But she was too late.
The person, the thing that she had seen, had killed all of them. Slaughtered. Mercilessly.
She mourned for them for hours, but she knew she had to hide the bodies. So she dragged them and covered their bodies with the giant leaves that blanketed the floors of the forest, and then went back to her tower.
Nineteen years old, and Bridgette had never seen a dead body.
Now she had their blood over her hands.
And the Bell Keepers were gone. Now, no one would succeed her.
So she prayed. “Please. I have a deal to strike with the dark one.” She said. The dark one came. He gladly took her soul for her one true wish, and when she told him, he was enraged. He was so enraged that he cursed her for eternity to live life as a daemon.
She wished for eternal life, and it was granted to her.
But when she went to seek out other daemons, they ridiculed her, cursing her, and drilling nails into her horns, disfiguring one greatly. They gradually accepted her though, offering her their customs, allowing her to take part. Boy, did she take part.
She became one of them.
But, remembering that horrible day, she fleed. Back to the Bell Tower.
And she stayed there for years. Dutifully watching and ringing the bell when she sensed danger.
But she began to fall apart. Her body was deteriorating, rotting on her. She watched herself wither away before she decided to do something about it. She got scraps and made them into clothes, and bandages out of her sheets, and she went into the world.
She explored.
She became not just a bell keeper, but a person. Sure, a rather odd person, withering away slowly and painfully…
But still a person.
Family:
»Sample Post;;
Other;
She. Loves. Burritos.
(Cappy! XD)
