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Post by Bronte Pottinger on Mar 17, 2016 21:19:04 GMT
Okay,
I guess this is the best place to put this. Bronte is a very good listener! People sometimes find him comforting. He understands grief and understands that different people have different ways of coping. He likes to be useful and has taken it upon himself to sort of be the resident shoulder to cry on or the friendly ear. He is the impromptu (although in no way professional) therapist for the group.
So, if anyone has any characters that would like a helping hand in the mental health department feel free to start us a thread and tag me in it! I am open to any and all types of characters (even those that may not actively seek help, but that want it internally). That said, please give me something to work with. If anything traumatic (besides the obvious plot points) has happened to your character please feel free to include that in the initial post. I will totally be stalking any characters who take Bronte up on this and I will be reading their profiles to get a feel for them.
This will be fun! It will also allow Bronte to interact more with the delinquents!
YAY FOR MENTAL HEALTH!!!
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"Thank you very much. My mother taught me as a child," Bronte's reply was sweet and attentive. He didn't want Bellamy to believe that he was there simply to play on the piano. He also didn't want Bellamy to think this time was all about Bronte. No, this was Bellamy's time. This was his chance to use Bronte as the kind and receptive ear that so many people seemed to enjoy doing. It was Bronte's one tangible skill and he wanted so desperately to be useful to the group. Likewise, he had a great respect for Bellamy and he wanted Bellamy to know that he could talk to Bronte if he wanted to.
"I will see what I can do about getting some people together who have played. You will join us won't you?" Again, quietly prodding and accepting. This was the trap. Bronte approached Bellamy in this way not out of any sort of manipulation, but rather because he knew men like him. He knew that Bellamy would luxuriate in the pain he felt. He knew that Bellamy would feel like he didn't deserve to heal. He had to be tricky with guys like Bellamy.
In fact, Bronte was about to do something that he wasn't sure about. He turned away from the computer, crossed his long legs at the knee and folded his hands in his lap. With a quick toss of his hair over his shoulder.
"Actually, Bellamy. I'm glad I found you here. I wanted you to know that you can talk to me. I know we haven't been close or anything, but everyone needs someone to talk to about their problems. After all you've seen and all that has happened to you, I just want you to know that I am here." This was the softball opening. What he wanted to do was scream at him for being so obdurate. He wanted to shake him and tell him that he deserved to be forgiven. He did what he had to do in order to save his people. No one could blame him for that. However, that would have to wait. Instead, he had to offer his services because a man like Bellamy would never outright ask for help. That did not mean, however, that when Bellamy inevitably refuses this conversation will be over. Oh no, this was just the beginning.
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This beautiful piece of deliciousness is Bronte's first boyfriend. This character is almost entirely open (including the face and name) and I reference him very little in Bronte's bio. What you should know is that Bronte was stealing books to take back to Rochester and read together with him. Don't judge it was a cute 15-year-old crush type thing. My only request is that Rochester hasn't entirely forgotten Bronte, as I would like for them to interact and see where it goes. Again, this character is entirely up to you, but you should know that he will have built-in plot development because I am so excited to see these two interact! If you will allow me, though, I will give you some of the things I have in my head about this character. Feel free to disregard or use any of this though. He is pretty masculine (more so than Bronte at least). He is much more down-to-earth than Bronte and he is likewise much more analytically minded whereas Bronte is creatively minded. He's a bit edgy and he never went to the Skybox, but instead came down with the other Arkers, which makes it really funny that peace-loving Bronte is who was thrown in the slammer. Anyways, once the Arkers got down here, perhaps Rochester begins the process of reconnecting with Bronte. Maybe he loves him from afar? Maybe he watches over Bronte from a distance, because he in some way feels responsible for him getting locked up? (He's not responsible for it, but maybe he feels that way.) If any of this intrigues you, please take my Rochester!
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This character is even more of a stretch than Rochester. Everything is open. The only thing is that this was one of Bronte's childhood friends and when they were 8 years old they were engaged to be married (in the typical childhood way). Of course, it meant nothing, but maybe they stayed friends, maybe they didn't. It is up to you. Name, face, history, everything is up to you as long as she at least in some way remembers Bronte. My headcanon for this character is less filled out, but I think equally as intriguing. She grew up with Bronte and they were playfully engaged at the age of 8, they remained friends after that and Eyre was the first person that Bronte came out to. Maybe they were friends up until Bronte went to the Skybox? Maybe she even came to see him there occasionally? Maybe she got herself thrown in there because she was trying to get him out? (Or for some other reason). If you like any of these ideas, or none of them and just want a character, please take my Eyre!
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Rochester: Feel free to disregard or use any of this though. He is pretty masculine (more so than Bronte at least). He is much more down-to-earth than Bronte and he is likewise much more analytically minded whereas Bronte is creatively minded. He's a bit edgy and he never went to the Skybox, but instead came down with the other Arkers, which makes it really funny that peace-loving Bronte is who was thrown in the slammer. Anyways, once the Arkers got down here, perhaps Rochester begins the process of reconnecting with Bronte. Maybe he loves him from afar? Maybe he watches over Bronte from a distance, because he in some way feels responsible for him getting locked up? (He's not responsible for it, but maybe he feels that way.) If any of this intrigues you, please take my Rochester!
Eyre: My headcanon for this character is less filled out, but I think equally as intriguing. She grew up with Bronte and they were playfully engaged at the age of 8, they remained friends after that and Eyre was the first person that Bronte came out to. Maybe they were friends up until Bronte went to the Skybox? Maybe she even came to see him there occasionally? Maybe she got herself thrown in there because she was trying to get him out? (Or for some other reason). If you like any of these ideas, or none of them and just want a character, please take my Eyre!
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Post by Bronte Pottinger on Mar 16, 2016 13:24:53 GMT
Bronte could already feel the tension. While it was true that Bellamy made little outward sign against his desire to talk to Bronte, it was still discernible in the small quiver of breath that Bellamy took and this bodily direction when approached. Likewise, though, it was also true that Bellamy felt at least somewhat safe with Bronte as Bellamy didn't feel the need to turn around immediately when Bronte approached. That was the first step: establishing trust.
This was the easier of the steps, for Bronte at least, because he trusted Bellamy with everything that he had. Hell, he even trusted him with his life. He followed Bellamy diligently and understood him on a level (or at least he assumed he understood him) that was deeper than a simple delinquent looking for the next top-dog. That's what the Skybox did to you though, it made starkly clear society's desire for a strong leader. Bellamy filled that role and Bronte knew of its need.
"You really should take it up again. I bet you were great at it!" This wasn't Bronte blowing smoke up Bellamy's ass. It was a softball coping mechanism that Bronte wanted Bellamy to remember was available to him.
"I'm not sure that I know why I am here actually. Just to kind of be alone but not really alone. I guess." Bronte's voice was familiar and warm. He knew that sometimes that was the only reason why people spoke to him. His voice was deep enough not to be feminine and yet warm enough to be almost maternal in a sense.
"Will you play with me?" Normally Bronte would have coded this question with a sexual innuendo (and it certainly wasn't that Bronte didn't find Bellamy attractive) but this was more about getting Bellamy to remember that he wasn't alone. If they could share something, no matter how small, then perhaps Bellamy could see him as someone with whom sharing could be done.
Bronte slid himself onto the piano seat and down to the right-hand side of it. "You play low and I'll play high," Bronte invited as he patted the seat next to him. After situating his long legs, Bronte made a few runs of very common songs played on the Ark. HIs graceful fingers never fumbled with the keys, as he was taught better than to do so. These tunes were accompanied by a smile, a sweet and welcoming smile. Bronte's full lips and his light seafoam green eyes beckoned Bellamy forward.
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Post by Bronte Pottinger on Mar 15, 2016 20:23:23 GMT
Bronte had long awaited the moment when he would be able to get ahold of Bellamy Blake. The problem, of course, was the stigma attached to mental fatigue and its resultant lack of manly appeal. If anyone needed Bronte's services as impromptu therapist, it was Bellamy Blake. However, there was probably no one less likely to ask for it than the very person that needed it the most. Bellamy had worked so diligently to establish order when they arrived on this damnable planet. His actions since that moment have all been validated and justified, especially in Bronte's eyes. He was well-aware of what it took to be a leader, and Bellamy had everything the positions required. What he didn't have, at least it seemed this way to Bronte, was a shoulder to lean on. Even men as strong as Bellamy needed someone to talk to occasionally.
Bronte had been present when Bellamy was told to "get some rest" and having been around people like Bellamy his whole life, he knew exactly how little rest Bellamy was likely to get. Men like Bellamy never really rested. They were always on the go. The problem then became, that meant that their minds were never really at rest either. Knowing this, Bronte slowly but surely followed Bellamy to the hangar destination. It wasn't really stalking, but rather happening upon someone purposefully in the same destination. Maybe it was stalking. Oh well. Bronte's intentions were good. That was what mattered.
"Do you play?" It was a soft opening, but one that encourage a response from Bellamy as Bronte made his way between Bellamy and the door. Long legs carried him gracefully to his position, effectively blocking Bellamy's line of escape. This was going to happen. Bronte knew exactly what he had to do. He had to make it almost forced... the therapy of course.
"I sneak in here sometimes to play on it. Music heals the soul, you know. Play something for me." Bronte was pushing just enough. He moved slowly to the piano, placing his long graceful fingers gently on its dusty top. It was a coded language to which only Bronte was privy, but he knew all too well the need for ease and discretion. Bellamy would be a tough nut to crack, but Bronte was up to the task.
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Post by Bronte Pottinger on Mar 14, 2016 19:28:55 GMT
Bronte & Harper: This makes me so happy! Let's do this! Bronte loves a good nut to crack!
Bronte & Eva: I feel like they have to have a drink now!
Bronte & Levi: Same with Harper, I think these two need to happen! Whichever you deem most in need, we can start with.
Bronte & Bambi: Does she work on the barter system? If so, Bronte could go to her with a tailoring need and not having anything to offer in return, he could offer his services as a friendly shoulder to cry on and she could laugh at him!
I say we start with these and go from there, since you have SO MANY characters! HAHA! That said, if you feel something else equally as strong, please feel free to let me know. @harp
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Post by Bronte Pottinger on Mar 14, 2016 19:20:22 GMT
Awesome! I'm so excited! I think post Mount Weather would work best for us personally. So, if you want to start one (with Bellamy lounging for a quick minute) I would be glad to respond ASAP. However, if you are as busy as I assume the person who plays Bellamy is, I will gladly start one tomorrow sometime. Up to you really. Bellamy BlakeLet me know! |
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Post by Bronte Pottinger on Mar 14, 2016 0:02:34 GMT
[googlefont="La Belle Aurore:400"] [attr="class","night"] Bronte - Pottinger is looking for his people! He needs everything from friends to enemies and maybe even a special someone. Sorry girls, he's into boys. Scratch that. He wants a man, not a boy who thinks he can.
Bronte is obnoxiously optimistic and as altruistic as this world will allow him to be. Likewise, he is an incurable romantic and even in this destruction he is looking to build a life with someone. He also fancies himself the impromptu psychologist for the delinquents and loves nothing more than helping people work through the many emotional turmoils of this new Earth. He has always been fascinated by social interaction and is very good at it. Similarly, he is a great listener and he is putting that to good use, hopefully, by forcing himself and his listening ear onto any delinquent that might want to unburden themselves.
This attention to mental health and stability has made him rather useless on the battlefield, but he is slowly learning how to heal (by hanging out in the medical tent) and is hoping that his services as a kind shoulder will define his stay in the camp. That said, he knows that he needs a more practical application to pass his time (as people might get tired of him after a while) and this is why he is picking up little by little first aid care.
As for friends, anyone who wants to talk to him or just needs a bit of pep in their step, he is there for them. He is ready to help in anyway he can and will give it his all. In his history there is a mention of a girl who he was "engaged" to at the tender age of 8. Likewise, there is a mention of a first love at age 15 (a boy this time). It would be great to have those positions filled, and easy too considering the only requirement is that your character grew up on the ark.
For enemies, I imagine many people will find his attention to mental health rather useless and will not like him entirely for it. There will likely be a few of these positions to fill with him.
When it comes to lovers, though, he is looking for his one true love. He wants nothing more than to aid in the healing of spirits and minds in this camp, his own included.
So, hit me up if you want to plot! Bronte is ready and is obnoxiously happy. So, if you're okay with that, then we are good to go! optimist hopeless romantic homosexual amateur psychologist |
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Post by Bronte Pottinger on Mar 13, 2016 23:33:56 GMT
I can't help but think about our conversation in the CBOX last night! I think it would be fantastic if Bronte somehow cornered Bellamy (I imagine this is what it would take) into some sort of pseudo-therapy session! Perhaps Bellamy is lounging around with little to do and Bronte shows up, flashing that impish grin and blocks the exit to wherever they are, and talk to Bellamy? What do you think? I promise I won't be offended if you don't this would ever happen with Bellamy and we can talk about some other plot. Maybe Bellamy picks on him for not knowing enough about battle and vows to teach him a thing or two?
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Post by Bronte Pottinger on Mar 13, 2016 6:03:44 GMT
The wind seemed especially violent today. It was quickly becoming a nuisance to Bronte. He had searched since his arrival on Earth for a way to tie his hair back, and finding none he had forgotten his cause until this very moment. He sat quickly on a log, despondent and disoriented. He was unable to understand where his own hair ended and the world around him began. It was a new and fresh Hell for him to deal with, but he was determined not to be bested. In his best attempt he gathered his dirty blonde hair into his hands, a makeshift and impermanent ponytail, and felt the ends of this unruly abomination snaking out around his fingers. He sighed loudly, his personal distress signal, and lost himself momentarily in both a diatribe against his slithering and striking hair and also a dance down memory lane back to his education of Greek Mythology.
How must it have felt to have literal snakes for hair? How could these women stand it? I wonder if the snakes ever gave them wet-willies.
Similarly, he contemplated what it must have been like to have the ability to turn men into stone. No, that wouldn't do. Bronte liked to talk too much and was naturally intrusive with his eyes. If everyone he looked at turned to stone, he wouldn't have any conversation partners. No, that certainly wouldn't do.
The weight of his hands still wrapped around his rebellious hair, jolted him out of his contemplation on the now doubly-ancient mythologies of ancient civilizations and back to his current situation. He had to find a hair tie. He looked about him for a pliable material from which to form this necessity, but found nothing. Another distress signal went out but this time he stood up on his log. In conjunction with his long legs and elongated torso, the height of the log gave him a fairly useful view of the camp. He searched desperately for anyone with a handle on their life and more importantly a handle on their hair. Boy or girl, long or medium hair, it didn't matter. He needed to see someone who was evolved enough to have figured this situation out.
Disappointment washed over him like the ripples of lava down the volcanoes he had seen in books as a child, and orbited him like Saturn's rings which he had also seen as a child but simply by looking out his window ever so often. Finally, he spotted her. A girl with the beautiful luxury of kempt hair. "What a miraculous sight!" he thought to himself and bolted off in her direction. His ridiculously long gait wouldn't have taken him long to catch up to her, except that she was obviously just preparing for a flight into the woods and had managed to head off on her journey before he could pick her out of the crowd again.
Squinted eyes and flared nostrils followed this failure but he was far from deterred. He would wait for her as long as it took. He was in this for the long-haul. This was a problem and he was going to solve it, no matter how useless it may seem to anyone else. So, he took to the ground and threw himself in the very spot he had seen her preparing at. This must be her spot. Little did she know she was about to have a dinner guest when she returned to her little home. He looked around, bored already, and unable to use his hands for anything other than holding his hair, for someone (absolutely anyone) to cure him of his boredom.
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Post by Bronte Pottinger on Mar 13, 2016 5:20:12 GMT
General:
1. How long have you role played? 10 Years, then a 2 year hiatus, and now I'm back
2. Favorite genre of role play? Sci-Fi/ Based-On
3. Favorite fandom to rp? Harry Potter, but The 100 is a close second
4. Favorite pairing to rp? Mr. Rodolphus and Mrs. Bellatrix Lestrange. I'm a purist that believes these two have a sick and twisted love story that needs telling.
5. Favorite rp author's threads to read? Don't have one. I should find one though. I read very little RP as it is more of my creative outlet for exercising and exorcising my muse.
6. Favorite plot ever rped (or one of them)? Bellatrix Lestrange as pregnant. The hormones were real fun!
7. Short or long threads? I am prone to write entirely too long threads. I like details. It's my thing.
8. Do you read WIPs or wait for threads to finish? I can never wait! In fact, if you post a WIP with me, prepare for me to have a reply already done when before you finish, barring last minute additions of course.
9. What is the longest thread you’ve wrote? Not sure if this means highest number of consecutive threads or highest word count. I am notorious for my 2000 word replies. It's a disease.
10. Favorite trope/element/scenario to rp? I love a good romance, but specifically I love a romance that buds from a friendship and is a surprise to both parties. Makes my heart tingle.
11. Least favorite trope/element/scenario to rp? Conflict, which is funny considering this site. However, I much prefer to write dialogue than action.
12. What turns you away the most from a rp? Members who don't reply regularly.
Angst:
13. Has a rp ever made you cry? Many times, but not for the reasons your probably thinking of. A good sex scene can make me cry as easily as a heart-warming moment. Likewise, a character revelation is entirely too personal for me, as I invest so wholly into my characters. They are my babies!
14. What tropes/elements/scenarios get you the worst? Again, probably a character revelation. That is the stuff tears are made of.
15. Do you mind when characters cry? Absolutely not! Let it out baby doll, let it out!
16. How do you feel about character death in rp? I don't mind it, as long as it isn't my character. We are fighters, we are survivors.
17. Any characters who you can't stand to see in pain? Animals, children, and extraordinarily beautiful characters. There is something so tragic about seeing a pretty boy cry.
18. Favorite angst plot? Probably characters who have mutually friend-zoned each other.
Kink:
19. Do you read kink or does it make you uncomfortable? Bring it on! The kinkier the better!
20. Do you like PWPs? (this is basically no plot, all kink) I don't mind them at all, but they have their place. I don't want it all the time, but it is nice sometimes.
21. How and when did you get introduced to smut rp? Any horror stories? I was actually roleplaying smut from the beginning (like 12 years ago). It was dragon smut, but smut nonetheless. I also hate that I just admitted that.
22. Biggest turn-ons in rp? Dominants to my submissives. Also, people who post regularly.
23. Biggest turn-offs in rp? People who lose interest in a thread and either neglect it or their replies begin to visibly suffer.
24. Do you have any dirty kinks that you’re ashamed of? I am ashamed of nothing! Embrace the freak!
25. Any kinks that you’d love to try in real life? Dear Lord yes!
26. Any kinks that you don’t want to try in real life (but are still hot in a rp)? Nope.
27. Rough kink or gentle kink? The rougher the better!
28. How do you feel about masturbation in rp? Doesn't bother me.
29. How do you feel about non-con and dub-con? Nope. Nope. Nope.
30. Favorite kink thread you've written? Bellatrix and Rodolphus Lestrange in their torture chamber for mudbloods.
AU:
31. Do you like AUs? Absolutely!
32. Favorite AU tropes? When it is the generation before the canon one.
33. Least favorite AU tropes? When the world isn't accurately represented. There is such a thing as too much.
34. Do you like UAs? Absolutely!
35. Do you like high school and college AUs? Not really, too real for me.
36. Do you like crossovers? If so, favorite crossover? Hell no! Crossovers make my brain hurt.
37. How do you feel about parent!rps/lovechildren? I don't know what this is. Sounds like something illegal and gross, though.
38. How do you feel about genderbending? De-aging? Animalizing? Again, I'm not sure I understand all of these terms, but I love a good genderbend. Not gonna touch the others because I feel like my ignorance would come back to haunt me.
39. Favorite AU plot? Marauder's era, HP.
Fluff:
40. Do you like fluff? Fluff has its place. I use a lot of detail, some people think it is fluff, but whatever.
41. Favorite fluffy tropes? Describing clothing. Makes me so happy to see that attention to detail!
42. Least favorite fluffy tropes? Describing the character's body when that body is clearly shown in the avatar, signature, etc.
43. Do you like fluff on its own or in conjunction with other elements (angst, sex, etc.) Fluff cannot stand alone, in the same way that my damned meringue will fall if it is not carefully prepared and attached to a solid base.
44. How fluffy is too fluffy? Once we get into paragraphs where nothing happens but fluff, I would say that is too much.
45. Favorite fluff plot? Fashion show. Makes me so happy!
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Post by Bronte Pottinger on Mar 13, 2016 4:16:00 GMT
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.:Name:. Bronte Achilles Pottinger
.:Nick Name:. Bront, Brawny
.:Affiliation:. Delinquent
.:Age:. 18
| ~ • ~ | Appearance | ~ • ~ |
.:Physical Appearance:. Tall, a touch scrawny, but nimble. It has always been Bronte’s gift that his lanky arms and legs are not the awkward appendages of so many of his kind. Long-limbs and an elongated torso describe his body, with his dirty blonde hair following suit. Angular facial features, a wide-set nose and seafoam green eyes adorn his face. Ears just a touch too big for his head and a square chin create a profile that he is usually embarrassed of. His features have always been feminine, and as a child he was teased relentlessly for them, but as he grew his jaw squared off and his skin tone darkened just enough to offset his light eyes.
.:Height:. 6’0
.:Portrayed by:. Emil Andersson
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.:Personality:. The product of an avidly-reading schoolteacher and a scientifically-minded mechanic, Bronte inherited most of his qualities from his mother. However, there are moments when his father will shine through in him. His mother passed down to him her love of reading and certainly her humanistic mindset. His father, however, gave to him an attention to detail and a love of the minutiae of life. Bronte, although mechanically-challenged, grew up loving puzzles, Gothic literature, and social interactions. He is rather outspoken and entertaining as he feels it is often his job to be both the comic relief and the literate conversationalist. He thrives off of social interaction and although his personality begets no real use-value in this apocalyptic world, he continues to believe that his mission in life is to keep the spirits up. He is forever the jokester, but more importantly he finds it impossible not to at least attempt to help those in need. Again, he is largely without any tangible use-value on the ground except that he often takes on the role of impromptu therapist.
However, as is usually the case, behind the smile lurks something darker, something more mischievous. He is sometimes prone to impishness and more often than not inclined towards the macabre. This part of his personality manifested as he came to terms with his sexuality at a very young age and has remained with him just below the surface. He prides himself in being able to find the beautiful in most things and people, but sometimes surprises even himself in how dark his mind can get.
A sensual and curious creature from birth, he is an incurable romantic and a pitiful optimist in most situations, especially that of love. It isn’t naivety that spurs him forward, as he has been hurt a few times, but rather a blind hope that keeps in him search of his true love. Not even this end-of-worlds mentality (and reality) will stop him from being happy. On a smaller note, he is likewise constantly at war with himself because of the state of life on Earth. As much as he was curious and touchy-feely as a child, he was also very hygienically-aware and this created in him a constant disdain of the dirtiness of the life of the delinquents on Earth. Thus, he is often the first to volunteer for water-retrieval duty and will steal moments for cleaning himself, guilt-free.
.:Special Skills:. Bronte has an exceptional memory and enjoys little more than learning. This has made him highly adaptable to social situations, but less so in physical altercations. His ability to recall the minutiae of what he reads is fascinating, but he is an incurable romantic so the majority of what he knows comes from literature and history. He refers to himself as scientifically-challenged as he finds the artistic side of life much more fulfilling. A few of his friends taught him the basics when it comes to first-aid and combat, but he’s much better at running for help or just running away. He wants to learn more about healing and first-aid so as to be of more assistance to the group and is actively seeking this knowledge. He spends much of his time in the medical tent and makes himself as useful as possible. Let someone ask him about a classic love story, though, and you will see him shine.
| ~ • ~ | History | ~ • ~ |
.:Birthplace:. The Arc
.:Family:. Mother: Janie Pottinger, Schoolteacher.
Father: Charlie Pottinger, Mechanic in Mecha Station
.:Occupation:. Resident listener and volunteer for maintenance of living conditions on Earth. So, probably a cleaner.
.:History:. Bronte was born to a schoolteacher mother and a mechanic father, into a world of love and care. His early years were traditional in their progression except for his budding attraction to the boys in his class. He was such a curious child that he would often get reprimanded for eavesdropping and shooed out of places not fit for his small ears. A delicate child, he spent a majority of his days with his mother, reading and rereading her books. He was briefly engaged to a girl at their mutual age of eight and their life was a fantastic one. It was filled with adventure (which mostly included sneaking into places they weren’t supposed to be and taking books, reading them and returning them before anyone could notice.
As puberty set in, his playful engagement had to be broken and he set his mind to having a torrid love-affair (whatever that meant to him) with the son of his father’s friend. The two grew immensely close and kept their secret kisses hidden away until one night at the age of 15 Bronte was caught stealing books from other classrooms and hoarding them for him and his beloved to devour in private later. In his flair for the dramatic he ran, attempting to evade his accuser, with the handful of contraband and smashed directly into a Council Member. He was sentenced for theft and remanded to the Skybox for his crimes. There was nothing worse than the look on his mother’s face, as he passed her on his way to his confinement.
Sometimes he thought even being sent to Earth wasn’t worse than that moment. As much as he was a curious child he was also one that put his emotions first and one that took the roles assigned to him in life very seriously. He had let his mother down and there could be no cure for that. His mother, knowing her child well, was allowed to visit him and was always sure to read to him from any of his favorite books. These were some of his most pleasant memories.
On Earth, he has taken on the role as amateur therapist for many of the delinquents, taking mental health as seriously as physical health. He is a dramatic, nurturing, curious, and hopelessly romantic individual who comes by every one of those attributes honestly. He takes his tasks on Earth seriously, but is little in the way of a physical laborer. Instead, he prefers the maintenance of the psyche and morale of the delinquents. His lack of practical training is something he longs to change as he believes it will one day be his downfall, but only as long as it does not impede upon his other duties. His is a great and terrible beauty.
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.:Name or Online Alias:. Bronte
.:How Did You Find Us:. Caution 2.0
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