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Name: Brooklyn Bridges Vendove

Nickname: Brooke

Gender/Pronoun: She/Her

Age: 14, 15, 16, 17

Birthday: May, 24 2008

Sign: Gemini

Gemstone: Emerald

Blood Type: O-

Fav. Food: Anything warm

Hated Food: Anything moldy, including cheese

School/Occupation: St. Magdalena's Seminary Crystal Academy

Hobbies:
Shoplifting: It started out as a necessity first and foremost but as Brooklyn has gotten older shoplifting has become almost an art form. It's become a game to see what she can manage to slip out of stores and quite honestly, she thinks she's not half bad. There has been two times that she's gotten caught but...that was when she was younger and only once were the authorities involved. Honestly though. Sometimes Juvie sounds like it would be better than some of the foster homes that she's been in.

Makeup: The better you look, the more people will notice you. It's a mantra that Brooklyn uses quite often, and she does her best to always have her face done up to the fullest. Luckily, makeup is normally pretty easy to swipe from different stores, if you go for the cheap stuff...which, if it's applied correctly, it's not that bad.

Drawing: The one real talent that Brooklyn will admit that she has. She enjoys art as a whole, but it's harder to really do more other than sketch on notebook paper every so often. She has managed to get herself a few art supplies and works with them often. It's a nice outlet. And one that her therapist does approve of when she is able to go and talk to her.

Virtues:
Rational: Fairy Tales and Magic are for those who have good lives. Brooklyn prefers to attach normal issues to the problems that plague her life, and will always try to find a normal solution to issues that can be verified by facts, not just wishful thinking. There's no point in blaming fate when fate doesn't exist.

Intuitive: Brooklyn likes to say that she has a sixth sense for things, and she always seems to know when someone is upset. It's easy to know and react so such things...especially with the fact that most of the time when people get upset...something bad happens to her. She does work very hard to ward off any unpleasant feelings, and to turn unhappy moods around, if only to save her own skin.

Decisive: Knowing what you want is a very important skill to have. When you might not get more than a moment to think about a choice, making that choice is important. Brooklyn has never been one for shuffling around if something needs to be done or needs to be answered, and she refuses to start now. If there is a decision to make, she knows what it is and sticks by it.

Flaws:
Guarded: It's hard to want to let people get close to you when they always disappear. Going from foster home to foster home, you learn that nothing lasts forever, and so it's just easier to harden yourself and not let anyone or anything get too close to you. If there's something you care about, it can be taken from you, and if there's someone you care about...you can and will be taken from them so. It's just not worth it. Brooklyn's walls are very high and very thick. Good luck.

Inattentive: Those who have the leisure to care about the world around them in an area that far exceeds their own bubble are people who have far too much leisure. Brooklyn can't be bothered to care about the news, current events or anything that's not personally in her own life. If it's not about her, she doesn't know or care.

Scheming: Staying one step ahead of everything is the greatest way to keep oneself from catastrophe. If you plan to the best of your ability what will happen in your day to day life...you can't claim that you didn't know when something bad will befall you. If you're prepared for the worst, if you work to make the future happen...you can save yourself some pain.

Family LOL nope

“What?” The angel spoke, glancing from the picture on the wall, the one she just hung up and received a perfect placement for, back down to the floor. Her delicate smile vanished as she noticed all of the other pictures, a multitude of them, about thirty, laying along the floor and in shambles. “Blast..” She responded, pointing to the pictures along the floor as she bent over to pick up a few photo. “Don’t just stand there! WE have photos to hang. Grab all you can!” She instructed, pausing in mid movement as she smiled towards the other. “Kathy!” She paused, standing up fully, as she said the name again. “Kathy.” Pausing, she nodded, approving of the name. “It’s a nice one!” She had never met a Kathy before and added this to her list of odd names that she had learned while here in this realm.

Iris was busy hanging yet another photo, tilting her head purposely to the side, allowing her long white tendrils to fall to one side, before backing up and examining the position, the straightness, of the photo. “Hm.” She mumbled, her head tilting over to the other side. “Wait!” She terrifyingly yelled. Her lithe frame turning about, tossing her half flame eaten fabrics about her as her mouth literally dropped open. “You’re...you’re leaving me?!” She questioned, the angel’s face falling into a dire and depressed state. Features that fell into a deeper abyss of sadness then what was possible for mortals along.

“He?” She tilted her head to the side, wondering who this ‘he’ is. “I’m here because I wanted to hang pictures. I love operas and musicals, silly Kathy.” She commented, her features turning back up into it’s happier tone as she shook her head. The sudden noise coming from behind Kathy caused the angel to step to the side to take a look at the oncoming noise. A man, one that Kathy appeared to be frightened of, was busy moving towards them at a rapid speed. “NO! You get your own Kathy! This one is…” She spoke, lifting her hands and sending the numerous pictures that laid on the ground around them, shards, frames and all, up into the air and quickly darting towards him. Perhaps they would only cut along his flesh, penetrate deeply in some spot, but they were more a distraction then anything else.

Her other hand lifted, shooting a strong and solid orange beam at him that would, indeed, hit him in the mid section should it hit. The beam would push his body back, three rooms deep, and surely leave a worthy burn mark along the man. During this time, Iris leaned forth, grabbing Kathy’s arm, and rush out of the building while holding on securely to the other. “A friend of yours?” She asked, a lovely little smile lingering along her lips as she spun her hand in front of the duo, causing another bubble to pick them up. The bubble being efficient to not pop until she demanded it to and a bubble that would soon take the both of them up into the air. With a click, the bubble, carrying both Iris and Kathy, would take off, super speed, and through the sky itself. Yes, being an angel had it’s perks.

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