Post by Bonnibel Adair Croft on Jan 15, 2014 21:37:23 GMT -4
Bonnibel Adair Croft TWENTY-ONE SHAPESHIFTER ALEXANRA DADDARIO IVY | TIMEZONE: EST HOW DID YOU FIND US?: old site CONTACT INFORMATION: PM NICKNAME(S): Bonnie DATE OF BIRTH: 14 February, 1992 BIRTHPLACE: Glasgow, Scotland HOMETOWN: Glasgow, Scotland CURRENT RESIDENCE: Las Vegas, Nevada MAIN ANIMAL: black housecat SPECIES APPEARANCE: An average-sized black housecat with yellow-green eyes, faintly barred fur, and a slight disturbance in the fur around the right front paw, under which is a scar mirroring the one Bonnibel has worn for years. SCARS/MARKS: An eight-inch scar starting at the top left of her right wrist and wrapping clockwise around it, reaching up toward her forearm. PERSONAL STYLE: On occasion Bonnie will wear some gray or black eyeliner, but not much, and since she hates not being able to rub her eyes when it’s on she doesn’t bother doing it much. The only makeup she regularly indulges in is a cake-scented pink lip gloss she found in a grocery store on her way across the United States to Nevada. She wears bootcut jeans with no wear in the knees and V-neck shirts with absolutely no prints whatsoever, since she can’t abide either prints or restrictive collars. She likes wraparound bracelets and her shoulder-length hair down and straight. Bonnie also walks barefoot wherever she’s permitted to, and only wears shoes when she’s forced. OCCUPATION: Makes fancy paper and sells it online in a variety of forms. Also waitresses. AFFILIATION: n/a LIKES: DISLIKES: STRENGTHS: WEAKNESSES: HABITS/QUIRKS: FEARS: SECRETS: GOALS: PERSONALITY: Bonnibel is creative and headstrong, to start, and doesn’t take well to being told what to do. Her first reaction will always be the desire to hit the thing that’s bothering her, hence her relative inability to deal with a faulty computer or complicated electronics, like iPods and the stove. She calls people ‘bitch’ both as a term of teasing endearment and as just another way of saying ‘person who is erroneous somehow but only in a minor fashion that doesn’t require any more of my attention than is required by name-calling’ and while the person who is being addressed will know which one she means, outsiders may not, and she does not care. Bonnie regards people who don’t consider their own futures of much importance to be people of little brain activity, but conversely enjoys living in the present of her own life on the days that she feels her own future is healthy and secure. FATHER: Lennox Croft MOTHER: Ainsley monroe SIBLINGS: older siblings Caillean, Ramsay, Carbry and Slaine. Younger twin by six minutes, Evander. OTHER FAMILY: all left in Scotland OTHER IMPORTANT PEOPLE: left in Scotland HISTORY: Bonnie was saved from being the youngest in the family by six minutes of labor and the dumb luck of placement, and has always been grateful for that. Twin or no, she’s always felt that she’s the more ‘grounded’ of the pair of them, herself and her brother, not that that ever needed saying. Evander was always a little different, but then again so was she. Evander had his eye on a higher target and Bonnie’s target was hidden among generations of their family. She should have known that if one twin had some generational fluke the other one wouldn’t be able to escape it. Bonnie just tried harder to convince herself and everybody else in the family that ‘being one with the pack’ was all she’d ever wanted and all she would ever need. The trouble was, didn’t anybody ever notice how ludicrous a pack of dogs looked when each one was different? That wasn’t a pack, it looked more like a band of misfits each trying to declare the marvel of their own individuality. And to a girl who preferred the company of her shredded paper and fabrics and dyes to the overcrowded squeeze of enforced companionship, it was insanity to try to enjoy her own family’s longstanding tradition. She used a greyhound as her primary animal for years because it was light and fast and could slip through places most other dogs couldn’t, but she couldn’t fight the domestic, swarm-minded animal’s mind when it told her what to do and what to feel. When Evander left was the first time she ever actively considered going against tradition, as he had done, her bones felt as though they were crumbling. But the next year she spent twelve months abroad just to get away from an overfull family and an empty space where her twin used to sit, and the crumbs started to solidify into a shape that she had been trying all her life to force herself away from. Bonnie began trying, and habituating, herself to different shapes, learning them to the best of her abilities before moving on, and only found one other that she truly relished in wearing. Domestic animals cats may be, but no one called them to heel, and they never felt the overwhelming urge to wedge themselves into an already crowded place with other people or animals or to sniff at inappropriate places. This was where she belonged. It was years before Bonnie got up the courage to come clean about the fact that she did not in fact enjoy being a hound most often when she shifted. That was right around the time Evander sent his last letter, the one with his address, and she left the next day to find him. Within twenty-four hours she was slamming her fist against his new door, to demand him why when he’d left he’d left her behind. His departure had been the only time he had ever made her feel young, and not in any good way. That he sent letters without allowing her a way to write back had infuriated her every time, and each letter hurt just as much as it soothed when she found it in the mail. This part she did intend to tell him—since when did he deserve to explain himself and in return she’d had to sit in silence? |
