Post by Bree Cassidy on Dec 19, 2009 13:19:06 GMT -5
Name: Brianna Cassidy
Nickname: Bree
Age: 23
Birthday: August 1
Race: Mortal
Species: Human
Family: Parents: Emile and Helena Cassidy
Appearance:(written version – at least three lines)
Celebrity Avatar:
Celebrity Claim: Marie Avgeropoulos
Personality: Good girls are bad girls that just don't get caught. Not that Bree has ever been a good girl but she's never been caught in the act and considers herself fortunate in that way. Wild and reckless, she has a streak in her that just can never be tamed. She speaks her mind in her own bold and brash way and occasionally surprises people with hit and miss eloquence. Although Bree may seem rough and tumble, she's a girl you want on your side. A defender of the underdog, the weak, the oppressed, she'll fight for you until her last breath. It has been her life mission to make the world a better place after her own tumultuous childhood.
History: Bree Cassidy was born to American parents stationed in Germany on the military base. Whereas the rest of the world seemed to be caught up in the immortal fighting, Germany seemed to resist the witch hunts. After all, with their history, they thought they'd ignore the US paranoid ranting. Of course they knew about witches and vampires and wolves, they had their fair share of immortals but they weren't willing to take such extreme action. So Bree grew up in the eye of the storm. Her Mother was an immortal- One with a gift that ran every other generation. Bree was her Father's daughter, his little soldier.
Peace isn't a very kind nor steadfast mistress. Because of the so called threat, most of the German deployed troops were brought back to work patrols and help out the Red Hands. Understandably, Emile and Helena were scared for what that would mean for their family- And for their daughter's future. Because Bree, if she ever chose to have children, would carry the next line of immortals, their parents made a hard choice that would forever change all their lives. They lied to the then twelve year old girl, convinced her she had cancer. They cut off all her hair, shaved her bald and one of Emile's medic friends hooked her up to an IV with saline solution. They made it so she couldn't have children because it would be best for her. Because their type would not be accepted in this new world order that was growing.
After the surgery and once she was given time to heal, only then did the Cassidy family make their move to America. They bought a farm that was close enough to the base and tried to stabilize their daughter's life. Helena decided to home school her so she could avoid further trauma right away. The preteen spent a lot of time sleeping, moping, grasping onto her school work. With no siblings, it was her Mum that was her best friend. Her Dad was strict but did his best to support his little girl, especially after the terrible lie they'd told her.
It was a lonely, quiet life they lived on the farm but it gave her opportunities that city kids never would have had. She was driving by fourteen, the old farm truck and by fifteen she had her own motorcycle. Her mother had taught Bree all about gardening and trees, how to tend to them and get maximum yielding from them. She learned all about animals and the few livestock they kept. Her Mother had been one of the teachers on the army base and through her connections in Germany, she kept her daughter's studies current.
At seventeen, she enrolled in cadet school which was a precursor for military enrollment. Through second term, when she turned eighteen, she enrolled for active duty in the United States Army. Her mother cried and her Father simply gave her a clap on the shoulder. Boot camp broke her down both mentally and physically but she knew the reasoning behind it. When she passed, became a low ranking soldier, no more special then the others. And Bree was happy doing it- She loved her work; serving her country. Her superiors, noticing she had a particular proficiency with hand to hand combat and weaponry, put her in advanced classes.
Her love affair with the military ended after three years of perfect service. They had been sent into an area where there had been high reports of immortal activity. They were tipped off about a coven of witches hiding in an industrial area. Scoping it out, they were given the go ahead to move in. Bree had never been on one of these before- She really had no idea about the immortal threat. She'd heard about it but had never seen it. What she thought was going to be a capture, was a massacre. The rest of her unit shot and killed the whole group of people: women and children included. Bree was shocked, sickened by it, and hadn't raised her gun the whole time.
After leaving papers that would give her a dishonorable discharge and probably brig time, she ran. Stealing a motorcycle, she just drove until she couldn't drive any longer. When the gas was gone, she started walking and kept doing that until she wanted to die. The first place she came to, she went to a pub with a green square on the door. It reminded her of her squad symbol. Inside, she sat in the back corner and drank until she passed out in a booth. When she woke up, she was in a bedroom. Bree freaked, grabbed her gun, and got on point. Then the door opened... and a little old lady was there.
Genniveve was a Pendragon and a witch. She ran the inn as a safe house for those on the run to Gaia but the tavern paid the bills. She gave Bree two options: either leave and keep it a secret or she could stay and help out. Having no where else to go or nothing else to do, she agreed and took on another identity: She shorted her name, grew out her hair, and began working at the bar. Any time military staff came in, she thought they were there for her but no one ever paid attention to the bar maid but her mentor saw how uncomfortable she was so she sent Bree to meet a friend of hers: Abbey, who was going to New York for a conference with the Pendragons there. Genniveve thought it would be a good start over for her and it would place her amongst friends. So, meager possessions in hand, she's off to the Big Apple.
Anything Else:
*Bree has a scar on her bikini line from her surgery.
Nickname: Bree
Age: 23
Birthday: August 1
Race: Mortal
Species: Human
Family: Parents: Emile and Helena Cassidy
Appearance:(written version – at least three lines)
Celebrity Avatar:
Celebrity Claim: Marie Avgeropoulos
Personality: Good girls are bad girls that just don't get caught. Not that Bree has ever been a good girl but she's never been caught in the act and considers herself fortunate in that way. Wild and reckless, she has a streak in her that just can never be tamed. She speaks her mind in her own bold and brash way and occasionally surprises people with hit and miss eloquence. Although Bree may seem rough and tumble, she's a girl you want on your side. A defender of the underdog, the weak, the oppressed, she'll fight for you until her last breath. It has been her life mission to make the world a better place after her own tumultuous childhood.
History: Bree Cassidy was born to American parents stationed in Germany on the military base. Whereas the rest of the world seemed to be caught up in the immortal fighting, Germany seemed to resist the witch hunts. After all, with their history, they thought they'd ignore the US paranoid ranting. Of course they knew about witches and vampires and wolves, they had their fair share of immortals but they weren't willing to take such extreme action. So Bree grew up in the eye of the storm. Her Mother was an immortal- One with a gift that ran every other generation. Bree was her Father's daughter, his little soldier.
Peace isn't a very kind nor steadfast mistress. Because of the so called threat, most of the German deployed troops were brought back to work patrols and help out the Red Hands. Understandably, Emile and Helena were scared for what that would mean for their family- And for their daughter's future. Because Bree, if she ever chose to have children, would carry the next line of immortals, their parents made a hard choice that would forever change all their lives. They lied to the then twelve year old girl, convinced her she had cancer. They cut off all her hair, shaved her bald and one of Emile's medic friends hooked her up to an IV with saline solution. They made it so she couldn't have children because it would be best for her. Because their type would not be accepted in this new world order that was growing.
After the surgery and once she was given time to heal, only then did the Cassidy family make their move to America. They bought a farm that was close enough to the base and tried to stabilize their daughter's life. Helena decided to home school her so she could avoid further trauma right away. The preteen spent a lot of time sleeping, moping, grasping onto her school work. With no siblings, it was her Mum that was her best friend. Her Dad was strict but did his best to support his little girl, especially after the terrible lie they'd told her.
It was a lonely, quiet life they lived on the farm but it gave her opportunities that city kids never would have had. She was driving by fourteen, the old farm truck and by fifteen she had her own motorcycle. Her mother had taught Bree all about gardening and trees, how to tend to them and get maximum yielding from them. She learned all about animals and the few livestock they kept. Her Mother had been one of the teachers on the army base and through her connections in Germany, she kept her daughter's studies current.
At seventeen, she enrolled in cadet school which was a precursor for military enrollment. Through second term, when she turned eighteen, she enrolled for active duty in the United States Army. Her mother cried and her Father simply gave her a clap on the shoulder. Boot camp broke her down both mentally and physically but she knew the reasoning behind it. When she passed, became a low ranking soldier, no more special then the others. And Bree was happy doing it- She loved her work; serving her country. Her superiors, noticing she had a particular proficiency with hand to hand combat and weaponry, put her in advanced classes.
Her love affair with the military ended after three years of perfect service. They had been sent into an area where there had been high reports of immortal activity. They were tipped off about a coven of witches hiding in an industrial area. Scoping it out, they were given the go ahead to move in. Bree had never been on one of these before- She really had no idea about the immortal threat. She'd heard about it but had never seen it. What she thought was going to be a capture, was a massacre. The rest of her unit shot and killed the whole group of people: women and children included. Bree was shocked, sickened by it, and hadn't raised her gun the whole time.
After leaving papers that would give her a dishonorable discharge and probably brig time, she ran. Stealing a motorcycle, she just drove until she couldn't drive any longer. When the gas was gone, she started walking and kept doing that until she wanted to die. The first place she came to, she went to a pub with a green square on the door. It reminded her of her squad symbol. Inside, she sat in the back corner and drank until she passed out in a booth. When she woke up, she was in a bedroom. Bree freaked, grabbed her gun, and got on point. Then the door opened... and a little old lady was there.
Genniveve was a Pendragon and a witch. She ran the inn as a safe house for those on the run to Gaia but the tavern paid the bills. She gave Bree two options: either leave and keep it a secret or she could stay and help out. Having no where else to go or nothing else to do, she agreed and took on another identity: She shorted her name, grew out her hair, and began working at the bar. Any time military staff came in, she thought they were there for her but no one ever paid attention to the bar maid but her mentor saw how uncomfortable she was so she sent Bree to meet a friend of hers: Abbey, who was going to New York for a conference with the Pendragons there. Genniveve thought it would be a good start over for her and it would place her amongst friends. So, meager possessions in hand, she's off to the Big Apple.
Anything Else:
*Bree has a scar on her bikini line from her surgery.
