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Bonnie Reed

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CHARACTER INFORMATION
Character Name: Bonnie Louisie Reed [Shall soon send Special Request for Medium/ Clairvoyant ]

Gender:Female

Age: Sixteen

Bloodline: Halfblood

Parents/Guardians (Are they currently played characters?): 
Mabelle Reed, mother - NPC
Lincoln Reed, father - NPC (lost to the Time Warp)
Clementine Bealtrand, grandmother - NPC

Residence:
New Orleans, Louisiana - during Summers and Hollidays;
Ilvermorny during School term

Do you plan to have a connection to a particular existing place (for example: the daycare)?
Nope

Do you wish to be approved as a group with any other characters? If so who and for what IC reason?
Nope

Please list any other characters you already have at the site:
Bentinho Marques; Guillaume Cossé-Brissac; Rosemary Carter.

Biography: (100 words minimum.)

Background

Mabelle Bealtrand had barely graduated from Salem Institute when she met Lincoln Reed - the man who would change her life. Or so he claimed, at that first meeting. In truth, young Mr. Reed was nothing more than another aspiring journalist, and battling for a footnote at the piling number of sheets. He departed from New York to try his luck at New Orleans, and thought that her creole accent was really something else. She, in turn, liked that Brooklyn swagger and confidence of his.

A year later, and she was moving to his little apartment downtown - with Reed on her last name and a golden band around her finger. Six months, and they were arguing about the better spot to place the crib. The night before the Time Warp, they kissed the two years old toddler as they put her to sleep.

But of course, that Bonnie remember nothing of those early years. What she remembers, is growing up in a small house near the Bayou and her mother tired sigh after another day teaching at the neighborhood middle school. She remembers the poverty, with bills piling up and having barely enough. She remembers that receiving the acceptance letter for Ilvermorny was the best thing that ever happened.

And she remember the dreams, certainly. And the Sights. It's not something she can control, or even something she likes it. Granny Clementine told her that their family always had close ties with those who weren't between us anymore - the ones at The Other Side.

Yet, she would be grateful if the dead could keep their matters to their own, for once. What is the use of having spirits whispering in your ear, if they refuse to give you the answer for that Potions test?




Personality

Bonnie is very family oriented, being fiercily protective of them -- specially of her grandmother, a blind elderly, whom she actually suspects of being a Seer (despite said woman never admitting anything). The girl is oftenly grateful for being 'gifted' with the Third Sight, instead of the Second. There is already has too many problems having to deal  with things as they are, she doesn't need cryptic prophecies to make things worse.

The inumerous financial hardships her small family has to face turned her into a over-achiever, competitive and hard-working young woman. She is well-mannered, but has no problem with being blunt when it is needed. Her loyalty for those she calls friends knows no bonds, and she tends to carry their worries and problems as if they were her own.

At Ilvermorny, she was sorted into Pukwudgie - a house who favors the heart and the healers.

Roleplay:
Reply as your character to the following:

Godric Park.

Overhead, the sky was a crisp blue, for once clear of the ever-pervasive spongy clouds and rain. The sun was a lemony-yellow presence, high in the Eastern sky, and in front of it zipped three broomsticks in a straight line, or something very like one. One... two..... three... the boys passed, their shouts of excitement echoing as they chased the snitch, a tiny shimmer reflecting the sunlight.

Far below was another, much smaller broomstick.

It trugged along the ground, hugging close to it like a sluggish choo choo train and occasionally shuttering in protest. This was because said stick was currently being occupied by a very small girl who was tugging upward on the front of it with all her might, trying to coax it into doing what it had been expressly designed NOT to do.

"John, I said wait up!" The tiny girl squealed, giving the broomstick another tug.

Begrudgingly, it drifted upward a foot, and then sank, depositing the troublesome girl safely on the ground. Janey Hurst was not pleased. In a huff, she hopped off the toy safety broom, grabbing it firmly and thrusting it handle first into the turf.

Her brother was such a beast. He NEVER let her play! She folded her arms, seething blue eyes fixing on another figure nearby.  "You!" She barked, much more sharply than she meant to.

"...Do you want to play?"

Roleplay Response:

Bonnie smothered the faint surface of her yellow dress, noticing the loose threads at its end and frowning her forehead.  It was well past time to buy a new one. As it as well past time to replace most things in her wardrobe.  But she had spent most of her last Summer tips with school material and mama was already paying the repairs they did at home so she hadn't wanted to overload. No, she wouldn't make a fuss because of a dress.

But she did make not only a fuss, but a real stirabout about being sent there. She had no time to spent at Summer Camps in God's know where place - why couldn't mama see that? And Granny, too! They just couldn't see it, and the brunette had to swallow her displeasure while being sent away no matter which argument she had on her sleeve.

"You!"

The small bosy girl snatched Bonnie attention, once again making her forehead frown. Was she alone? There was no adult or older children in close sight. What if something happened?

"...Do you want to play?"

Well, apparently she had nothing better to do.

"Yeh, awrite. Watta ya playin'?"

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