Bridie Anella Brom

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BRIDIE ANNELLA BROM

It’s starts sometime around midnight. Or at least that’s when you lose yourself for a minute or two.

| B A S I C S |
Name Bridie Annella Brom
Nicknames Brid, Brom
PB Mary Elizabeth Winston
Age 19
Sex female
Year sophomore
Major/Concentration Writing/Creative Writing
Minor Art/Illustration
Occupation
Location Chicago, IL

| P E R S O N A L I T Y |

Brom, like most teenagers, dyes her hair and smokes cigarettes only to piss of her parents. Well, that's not entirely true, she does it in attempt to piss of her biological mother, Jenny. She does a lot of things to piss of Jenny, and since none of her attempts have ever gotten more than a chuckle from the woman who abandoned her for thirteen years, Brom has learn to be the most creative trouble maker.

There was a time before Jenny walked back into her life that Brom wouldn't so much as cross the street without looking twice. But now that she has spent the last four years doing anything from dating blade wielding twenty-two year olds and to throwing raging parties in Jenny's gorgeous and expensive house, she has lost a lot of the timidness and caution she used to have.

That wasn't to say she wasn't careful for her own well being, because she always was. But simply that all her efforts spent during the holiday breaks with Jenny were spent trying to get Jenny to send her back to Scotland with her father. In fact, Brom never considered herself a party girl. She didn't consider herself tough or edgy. And she totally excepted that her wild streak was bred from the same rebellion all angsty teenagers pissed at a parent went through.

If you were to stripe away her absolute need to force Jenny out of her life once and for all, you would find that Brom was an insecure and quiet girl. She didn't actually think all too highly of herself, and while she had lost the weight since she was in secondary school, she still considered herself pudgy. Though that is entirely the fault of the relentless teasing she encountered ever since she started her education.

She was always awkward and different from other people. The few boys that had really loved her in her nineteen years of life called her unique and unlike anyone else they had ever met. There was something about her that made a person love and hate her at the same time. While she kept to herself mostly, she was obviously vocal when trying to make a point. Sometimes flat out argumentative and a complete know it all. When she was angry she was good at making the other person feel like shit and when she was happy seemed to light up a room and make everyone else feel the same way. It was nothing magical, of course. Just the way some people are. But because of this, Brom has been called anything from arrogant and selfish to patient and selfless.

Even worse, her friend Malcolm claims that she has a fascinating ability to say the worse things at the right time. Brom isn't entirely sure what he means by this, but she suspects that it has something to do with the fact that occasionally there isn't a filter between her brain and her mouth. And despite all her hard work at being far from innocent in the eyes of Jenny, her words are ridiculous naive, rarely realizing she has said something heavy with suggestion. Malcolm has always wondered how she hasn't ended up raped from her carelessness.


Strengths:

• Self Defense; Brid has gotten into many fights through her life. Over time she figured out how to be a fighter, but she's also taken extensive classes in self defense after her relationship with Dylan.
  
• Intelligence; Brid has always been very bright. She did well in school (despite all her rebellion). And the fact that she has a mild form of photographic memory really helps.
  
• Easy Going; Is pretty good with going with the flow
  
• Determined; It only happens with certain things, but Brid will go full force with anything that she feels is important
  
• Creative; Not only in the sense of trouble making but also in the guise of art. She doesn't consider herself to be a brilliant writer or artist, but her ideas are unusual and conceptual. Her only frustration is that she can't put to paper what's in her mind. Her only success at art is replicating what really is and not creating what isn't. She has more success with writing which is why it's her major.
  
• Fearless; It's really a side affect from being a rebellious teen. Brom wouldn't consider it foolhardy, though honestly at times she can be quite rash in her desperation to yield results. But the positive side of it is that through her experiences, she doesn't jump when things go bump in the night. In fact it takes quite a lot to make her squirm. She can watch horror films without so much as a blink and she never freaks out about heights or bugs. It isn't to be said that Brom isn't afraid, because even if she didn't admit it, she is. She's just really great at putting on a brave face. While some people view it as stupid, her fearlessness has gotten her out of potentially dangerous situations. People look for weakness in and fear in others, but if you show no fear a lot of times people will back down.
  
• Loyalty; Born with a strong sense of loyalty, once Brom has formed a bond with someone she almost never leaves them hanging. Almost never, because life happens. No one can be completely loyal one hundred percent of the time since it's sometimes situational. She will always be there for you, but if your actions are questionable, she feels that being loyal is not aiding you in harming yourself

Weaknesses:

• Confrontational; She has a problem with people telling her what to do. Or being stupid. This usually gets her into fights.
  
• Tempermental; She tells herself that she is a calm, rational being. But in reality, little things will set Brom off. She particularly dislikes ignorance or girls freaking about out their great big dramas. She especially dislikes people who end up in what she sees as a disastrous relationship. These things and many more will get Brom not speaking to someone or perhaps throwing things at there head.
  
• Emotional; Brid likes to think she has a good poker face, but deep inside her emotions take a toll on her. She might not say it out loud, and she may never cry in front of you, but she's prone to depression and will just sleep for hours when she's down.
  
• Defensive; She can be somewhat passive aggressive
  
• Know-it-all; Brom may lead you to believe that this is a strength, as she seems to have a strange ability to remember just about all that she's learned. But really, it's a huge down fall in her personality. Especially since she can be highly opinionated and argumentative. It makes people think she's snobbish. She doesn't mean it, but sometimes information comes rolling off her tongue without much thought. It also can be particularly awkward when someone says something like "look, a monkey" when pointing at a gorilla. Brom then feels it necessary to inform the person that gorillas are apes because they don't have tails. This might even prompt her to ramble on about primate evolution.
  
• Careless; Particularly with her words. Brom has the unfortunate habit of not always censoring her mouth. This of course leads to bad situations and misunderstandings with the people she cares about. In order regards, dating blade wielding twenty-seven years olds (even for the sake of angering Jenny) can always been seen as careless.
  

| H I S T O R Y |
Bridie’s birth was unplanned and perhaps unwanted. Her mother, Jenny, was an American who was on summer vaction. She met Bridie’s father, Gordon, in a bar in Glasgow where he was working at the time. They met at a bar and spent a very beautiful week together which ended in the conception of Bridie, though neither knew it until two months later when Jenny was enjoying the last of her Euro trip in the Italian Mediterranean before heading back to Marcus Weatherby College of Occunomics. She was afraid she had contracted the flu or some foreign illness but when she went to the doctor, she found out something different entirely. She traveled back to Glasgow and searched for Gordon, hoping to demand financial assistance in termination before she had to go back home. Gordon refused, believing firmly against abortion. He convinced Jenny to stay in Scotland and give birth to the child, giving a place to stay and paying for all her expenses.

During their time together, Gordon fell in love with Jenny and even asked her to marry him several times. But she refused. She was fond of Gordon, but not in love. And never felt that she should marry a man just because he fathered a child she didn’t particularly want. She was too young, she would say. And a month after she gave birth, she gave the babe to Gordon and went back to university to finish her delayed final year and then returned home to Chicago.
Gordon was devastated by this, and not wanting to raise a child by himself, he moved back to his home city of Inverness. There Bridie Annella Brom grew up under the loving and watchful care of her father and grandparents. Life went mostly the way life was meant to be for a child growing up. Though it was always hard for Bridie to make friends, as many would tease her about the absence of her mother. They would tell her that her mother didn’t love her and abandoned her. While Gordon would always tell her this wasn’t the case, Bridie always felt it was true. When she was seven her father met and married Catorina which moved Bridie from her grandparent’s home to a house in another part of the city. She didn’t mind so much because she liked Catorina very much and a year later she was even blessed with a baby brother named Baxter.

Being in a new part of the city meant a secondary school where the cruel students from primary school couldn’t follow. When secondary school started, she would tell new people her mother was dead whenever they asked. But even then the teasing didn’t stop. The kids in her primary school would always find something to tease her about from her height and weight (she was tall and slightly heavy for a girl her age) to the fact that teachers always seemed to like her or how Bridie was the name of a meat pastry. It was despairing for her, realizing that not even the move would make making friends easy.

Eventually she hardened to it, deciding the whole thing was pointless. And of course, as with all things it seems, when she stopped trying she finally began to make at least some friends. After that secondary school became relatively enjoyable. She learned Scottish Gaelic and excelled in all her courses, almost always at the top of her class.

It was two weeks before her ninth birthday that the horribly unexpected happened: Jenny came looking for her. Bridie had been sitting outside talking with her friends Elisaid and Malcolm when a car came rolling down the street and stopped at the front of the house. A woman climbed out of the car and stood studying the house for a while before her eyes fell on Bridie. Bridie couldn't move, she didn’t know how (only seeing a very faded and washed out photo that her father kept in his sock drawer once when she was five) but she knew it was her mother. And she knew that she didn’t want her to be there.
Jenny had come to retrieve her daughter, feeling a hole in her life that she assumed could only be filled by her abandoned child. But Bridie wanted nothing to do with Jenny or Jenny’s new life despite how much Jenny begged Bridie to give her a chance. Catorina was also very against the idea, feeling very much like Bridie’s mother and instantly disliking Jenny. But Gordon, while not prepaid to give his precious daughter over to the woman who originally wanted to terminate her, did feel that perhaps it wouldn’t hurt for Bridie to spend holidays in America with her biological mother. But Jenny wasn't just satisfied with only spending the holidays. After a year of court battles, Jenny won full custody. After that, Bridie was forced to move to Chicago. She only saw her family occasionally on holidays after that.

She hated Chicago. She hated the big house Jenny lived in. She missed Scotland and her father. The only good thing to come out of the whole situation was meeting Aiden. It might have seemed unlikely (they actually fought a lot when they first met), but they soon became like family. They were thick as thieves and in Aiden's words 'total bros.'

In the years that followed, Bridie began to rebel. She refused to be called Bridie, as that was the name her mother picked. And instead insisted on being called Brom to make sure Jenny always knew she was Gordon’s child. She started to dye her hair, not wanting anyone to mention how her and Jenny looked alike. She would sneak out and go to parties with the people she met in the neighborhood, picked up smoking and did anything she could to piss off and embarrass Jenny. But Jenny was never unnerved, which frustrated and bothered Brom, forcing her to try to find more and more outrageous stunts to pull.

This was how she ended up meeting the blade wielding twenty-two year old. His name was Dylan Moore and as a ridiculous just-turned-fifteen year old, Brom was totally in love with him. It was not a good relationship though. With that big of an age difference, those kinds of relationships never were. And since she lost her virginity to him, it was pretty much statutory rape. He was pretty charming and totally manipulative. When he was done with her, he simply tossed her aside and moved on with his life. This had a huge impact on Brom. It made her feel lost and abandoned. She didn't have anyone to talk to, since she was so ashamed. She didn't even tell Aiden or her friends from Scotland. She never once mentioned Dylan to Catorina or her father. And the last person she'd ever say anything to was Jenny.

So she was completely shocked when she came home late the night Dylan dumped her to find Jenny sitting at the kitchen table. Jenny took one look at Brom and quickly got up. Brom thought Jenny was leaving, which would be typical. Instead, Jenny began pulling out cookies and ice cream. She even got out a bottle of wine and two wine glasses. Without saying much of anything, the two of them began to eat and drink their sorrows away together.

It was the first time Brom really saw Jenny as someone other than an evil woman who first abandoned her and then took her away from her family. She still didn't really consider her a mother. But Brom knew she could hate Jenny anymore. Slowly, with time, they began to form some sort of relationship. One that wasn't just born out of distrust and spite. Brom still held on to her rebellious ways, but doesn't feel the need to go so much out of her way to get attention. Instead, she focused more on her creativity and got accepted to MM University for writing.

| A P P E A R A N C E |

Brom was always considered tall and slightly heavy as a child. But since entering her teens she has thinned out. She now has an hourglass build that is accentuated by the fact that she has lean muscles from working out and self defense. And now that the boys have had a chance to grow, she's no longer freakishly tall, her height being 171.45 cm (5ft 7.5 in). Which is still tall, but at least she's no longer the tallest. Her hair is naturally an deep red, but since it resembles Jenny's hair, Brom has a tendency to dye it. Right now it is a dark auburn that reaches her shoulder blades with chucks of blond framing her face. It didn't come out the quite the way she wanted it to, but the intention was to look like Rogue from X-Men. Currently she's thinking of going over the blond with blue or teal, perhaps neon pink.

As far as clothes go, Brom wouldn't particularly consider herself fashionable. She puts thought into what she wears, though. But her 'style' tends to be far ranging and slightly eclectic. Generally you can find her in fitting jeans and a blouse, but on occasion she wears flowing dresses and skirts. Randomly she will tune into what's fashionable and wear an outfit you'd expect to see in a model magazine. But that's when she's in the mood to be made up.

She has a tattoo on her right shoulder blade of a griffin flying above a Scottish Thistle surrounded by a Celtic knot. The tattoo means a great deal to her, as for her it is a symbol of protection. And she didn't do it to piss of Jenny. Ironically, it was the only thing Jenny ever lost her cool about.


| S K I L L S |

It was just one of those days. One of those tired days. She had been stressed out all week because of a plethora of small things. But wasn’t that just it? Didn’t all those small things just keep adding up until there’s this huge big nameless thing sucking all of the energy out of you? Yesterday she went out shooting and when she went home to her darkroom (Uncle Joe had converted the basement for her), Alchemy realized that somehow she had messed up all her film. She had the wrong amount of exposure or perhaps she somehow mishandled the film. She wasn’t sure and it didn’t really matter since she was already way too frustrated at that point.

And to make matters even worse, when she finally managed to go to sleep, the stress had weakened her control. All night she was pulled into other people’s dreams. Or well, they started as dreams but quickly turned into nightmares. She couldn’t really identify the people dreaming, though she knew it wasn’t Joe or her brother Paki. And it wasn’t any of the close neighbors either. But that was probably for the better. She didn’t need to know who was having night terrors. It wasn’t any of her business. All it meant was that this morning she woke up haunted, irritated, and with insane dark circles under her eyes.

The minute she stumbled into the kitchen for a good old fashion breakfast of Pop tarts, everyone knew she was in a dark mood. The boys of the house made sure to not make any sudden movements. Which, of course, only served to frustrated and upset her even further. Grabbing her handy breakfast, her camera case and her side bag, she stormed out of the house.

Not really sure where to go, she wondered around the town for a little bit. It was a Saturday and still relatively early in the morning so there weren’t many people about except a few joggers and the mailman. Feeling claustrophobic in the small town, she circled back to the old Victorian home she shared with family and commandeered her uncle’s pickup truck. He wouldn’t be missing it. And even if he did, he would never say anything to her about it.

Pulling out of the drive away, she rolled the windows down and started to head out of town. At first, Alchemy wasn’t really sure where she wanted to go. She could head to the mountains, maybe head to Story Land. No, that was the last thing she needed: being around a whole bunch of people. And besides, it was too far away. She thought about going on the trails, or seeking out a waterfall, but turned down those ideas as well.

As she was cruising around the countryside, she approached the Stone Hill Cemetery. Her grandparents, who she never met, were buried here. So were most of her ancestors. Very few people ever came out here, and the cemetery was so large that it didn’t really matter anyway. All she had to do was head towards the oldest part and she was almost guaranteed to stay away from people. Maybe she might be able to take a nap out here, once she calmed down enough. She wasn’t likely to fall into someone’s dreams. Unless the dead dreamt.

Once she entered the oldest section, the place where the founders of Cornish were buried, she parked the truck on the side of the road. Stretching out on all sides were ancient looking tombstones and mausoleums. Some of the tombstones were so worn and neglected that she could barely make out the inscriptions. Yes, this was the perfect place.

Climbing into the back of the pickup truck, Alchemy lay down and started to stare at the sky.

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