Post by bonnielass on Jan 28, 2013 18:07:12 GMT -5
...Bonnie Allison Cavallon*
*…I am very happy in thinking that my death will save my father's life…*
[/size]*…I am very happy in thinking that my death will save my father's life…*
{look how excited she is to meet you all~!}
...basics*
name...[/b][/size] Bonnie A. Cavallon
nickname...[/b][/size] Her dad used to call her bonny lass and that’s about it. There’s not much you can get from Bonnie, but she’s usually pretty open to new nicknames.
age...[/b][/size] Her birthday is on June 28th and she just turned 21. Yes, she’s finally an adult!
gender...[/b][/size] Most decidedly female.
grade...[/b][/size] A sophomore at Barrie University, double majoring in English Literature and Business.
occupation...[/b][/size] Bonnie is working at the public library. She’s just an assistant of sorts, but she has been there for two years.
hometown...[/b][/size] Frenchville, Maine.
sexuality...[/b][/size] She likes boys, but she likes books better.
personification...[/b][/size] Belle from Beauty and the Beast.
status...[/b][/size] Dormant as can be.
face claim...[/b][/size] Jenna Louise Coleman.[/blockquote]
...appearance*
physical...[/b][/size]
Bonnie hasn’t got height on her side, only standing five feet and three inches. She’s rather thin, too, always having watched what she ate. There’s a bit of muscle to her, as she swam a lot as a kid. There’s also the fact that she’s used to carrying stacks of books around the library and back to her dorm from school. Her hair is brown, quite soft, and it curls at the ends. Bonnie likes to wear it up, especially when reading or studying. Her eyes are brown as well, but she’s got some pretty green color contacts for when she feels like mixing it up. Her smile is rather bright as she takes care of her teeth, and her dimples are really quite cute.
clothing style...[/b][/size]
Bonnie tends to dress sensibly and comfortably. Neutral colors are what she defaults to but she’s got lots of colorful clothes to wear when she’s in the right mood. She likes to wear a ribbon in her hair when she’s got it up in a ponytail.
defining traits...[/b][/size]
Having grown up in a town where French is spoken often, Bonnie knows a lot of the language. She has a tendency to mutter in French when she’s stressed out, and if she ever does swear, it’ll be in that second tongue. There’s also always a book somewhere on her person… always. [/blockquote]
...personal info*
personality...[/b][/size]
Even as a toddler, it was clear how bright Bonnie would be. She took quickly to things like reading and music that it was obvious what she’d focus her time on in the future. Harlie encouraged her daughter to try all sorts of things, whether she wanted to play the piano or the violin, or which book they’d like to read before bed time. More often than not, they’d come up with their own story and it’d continue night after night, becoming more and more complex as they went along. Not only was Bonnie intelligent, she was also very imaginative. It’s followed her through high school and college, and she tends to find more creative solutions to get through a problem.
Perhaps one of the most important things about her would have to be her openness. To everyone she meets, Bonnie gives them a chance. The word judgmental might as well not even be in her vocabulary. Appearances have never mattered, nor choice in clothing or rude first impressions. If a first chance doesn’t go well, everybody deserves a second one. Living in a place like New York, she finds this hugely important, as there are hundreds of different people to meet in such a big city. You’ve got to greet them all with open arms if you hope to make any friends, especially in such a competitive environment.
Bonnie is a very confident individual. It might have something to do with the lack of people putting her down during her childhood. Sure, every school will have bullies and that her nose was always buried in a book didn’t go unnoticed by some of the meaner students. Still, Bonnie was generally left alone and so her self-confidence grew more than it shrank. She’s quite outspoken in all aspects of her life, and she may sometimes come off as pushy with her own opinions. Bonnie stands firm to her own beliefs and she’s never liked being told how to think or what to do. She finds people who boss her around (in general) rather annoying.
She interacts well enough with people, though, particularly ones who share the same interests as her. She will always find a friend in somebody who can sit and read all day. Bonnie adores people who play instruments, people who voice their thoughts and concerns, people who she can study with, and… well, we’ve already made it clear that Bonnie is far from picky, and she’ll spend time with anybody upon first meeting them. Even if she finds someone rather… distasteful, she’ll give them the benefit of the doubt and a second chance (that’s it, though; there’s no such thing as third chances).
Having grown up in a small town, Bonnie is rather sheltered to the world around her. She may be too trusting at times and common sense can only get one so far. Seeing as she’s finally an adult, Bonnie feels now would be the time to start trying new things, stepping out of her little bubble of safety. Since moving to New York, Bonnie is quite a bit more careful than she used to be, not leaving the dorm without some sort of protection on her (whether it be pepper spray or a hardcover book). Her attitude towards new things might be a bit contradictory, as she wants to experience them, but she also isn’t quite sure how to approach it safely.
She thinks she’d like to be an author someday. Bonnie isn’t quite sure where she’s headed with her life, but she knows that whatever career she ends up in will have something to do with novels or storytelling. Right now, her main goal is to finish college without any issues. She’s never liked drama, having grown up in such a slow town, and if she could just make it through the next two years with passing grades and good friends, she’d be perfectly happy with how her life panned out. It’ll be interesting, to say the least, watching one trying to avoid drama in a place like New York City.
life until now...[/b][/size]
There’s not much to do in a small town like Frenchville, Maine. Manny moved to the quiet area when he was a child and he grew up there, he discovered what he’d like to do for the rest of his life there, he met his wife there, and they had a daughter there. For Manny, Frenchville, Maine is the place to live. Manny is an architect and while you’d think a tiny place like Frenchville wouldn’t really need an architect, what with the lack of people often moving in. You’d be surprised, though. The people there liked new and shiny things, and so it was often that they wanted a remodel or a new room. Manny certainly missed his hometown while he attended college for his degree in Architecture. When he finally went back, he built himself a big, beautiful home with plenty of room for a family.
It wasn’t long after that he met Harlie. She had just moved to Frenchville, trying to get away from a bad past. All she wanted was a fresh start. And she got it. The people in this new town didn’t care about whatever she was running from. How they met? Well, it was how you’d expect a fairytale to go. Manny was at the local flower shop (they were looking for a redesign) and he saw Harlie from across the room. Time seemed to slow down, an angelic choir began singing, and a spotlight shone down on her. … Okay, not really. That’s how it went for Manny, though, and that’s how it happens in all the movies. He fell hard and he fell fast. It was love at first sight.
Funnily enough, Harlie didn’t feel the same. They got there. It just took some time. The past she was running from, you see, included the falling out of a very long relationship. It took a good year before she finally agreed to go out on a proper date with him, but they’d spent a lot of their time together before then. He ended up being everything she could hope for. About a month after their first date, they made it official. It felt as if they were high school sweethearts, calling each other ‘boyfriend’ and ‘girlfriend,’ Manny sweeping her off her feet, Harlie giggling and telling her new friends about how wonderful he was. (Harlie had to say her favorite part of their relationship was always knowing when Manny bought her flowers, seeing as she worked at the only flower shop in town).
In another two years, they were married. It was a grand affair and everything went perfectly (Manny made very sure of this, given Harlie’s last experience with a wedding). The house Manny had built was suddenly so much better, another person living in it, their habits bringing the house to life. Harlie had a tendency to leave her clothes around, bring flowers home from work and keeping vases of them in every room. She baked so often that you could always count on a Tupperware container of cookies being on the counter. Manny loved everything about her: her strawberry blonde hair, her laugh, the way she crinkled her nose at spiders before scooping them up and letting them go outside.
Perhaps his favorite part about Harlie was how she handled being pregnant. She was in the kitchen more than usual, and she had him try every one of her strange cravings, and she played all sorts of music to see which genre their baby reacted best to (piano seemed to be the baby’s favorite instrument). Bonnie Allison Cavallon was born on June 28th and what a pleasant surprise she was to her parents, who had decided on waiting to learn the gender until she was born. Bonnie’s room was painted in pastel colors, light yellows and purples and blues. Manny had put together her crib and he’d even made a rocking chair for his wife (he was quite good at building, no matter what materials the object was made of).
To Manny and Harlie, it seemed that Bonnie grew very quickly. She grew as any child will, though; time feels like it goes by faster when you’re having fun, doesn’t it? Bonnie easily fell in love with reading and playing the piano, and she became very good with writing: stories, poetry, and sheet music, what have you. It seemed to come with the reading. She took to school without any issues, and she made friends fast, and there were many sleepovers and games of hide ‘n’ seek and tag. To put it simply: life in Frenchville, Maine with the Cavallon family was practically perfect in every way.
That is, until Harlie’s past caught up with her. You can’t always run and everything must be confronted eventually. If only this confrontation had gone better, we could continue with this happy story. Harlie stepped out for only a bit, to get what they’d need for their weekly pizza and a movie night. Harlie didn’t come home that night and Bonnie was left at home with a babysitter while Manny went out with a search party to find his wife. Bonnie was only nine years old when she was told her mother had been found dead in an alleyway. As if the sudden emptiness of the house, the quiet, the despair, wasn’t enough, the funeral broke her in ways Bonnie didn’t know were possible to break.
From then on, their home seemed too big. There weren’t flowers on every windowsill anymore, or cookies on the counter. People were always apologizing to her and hugging her and promising they were there for her – and of course none of that mattered, because didn’t they understand? Her mother was gone. She was never coming back and nothing would ever be the same. Bonnie had to give it to her dad, though. He really tried. He did his absolute best. It was so clear how hard this hit him, and yet he put on such a brave face for his daughter, learning to do everything his wife had done.
Manny would braid Bonnie’s hair for her, and pack her lunch, and have tea parties with her, and build pillow forts. Most of these on days where they could forget for a moment how empty the house was, where they could muster up a couple hours worth of laughter and joy, trying their best to move on. One can never move on from something so tragic but they both came to a point where it wasn’t a constant cloud over their heads, anymore. It was once she’d started high school that Bonnie felt she could finally breathe again, where she could safely say she’d fall asleep without crying.
High school wasn’t nearly as challenging as Bonnie had hoped it would be. Elementary and middle school had been so easy – too easy – and she was finally hoping for something that might test her. It must have been a given, being such a small town. She had class with all the same kids her entire life, the same ones that had bullied her, the same ones that always got the roles in plays, the same ones that were there for her through everything. When it came time to apply for colleges, Bonnie decided to go big. She wanted somewhere that would work against her. Despite not having much to back her, or very much money to get there, Bonnie made it into Barrie University just a couple states away in New York.
Her father couldn’t have been more proud, and he was so very pleased at himself and Harlie for working so hard and saving money for their daughter. It was enough to get her to the school and to pay a year’s worth for her dorm. After freshman year… well, she’d be on her own. Manny made that very clear and Bonnie nodded and agreed and promised to write and visit. And before she knew it, she’d graduated high school, and she was off to a brand new life, in a big new city, where all sorts of adventures were waiting for her. She was a bundle of nerves, wondering how she’d find a job and if she’d make any friends and—what if she was in over her head?
After the initial freak out, everything went smoothly. Bonnie got along well enough with her roommate, she managed her classes easily enough, and she somehow picked up a job at the library only months after she’d moved. Bonnie thought perhaps New York was where she really belonged. There had always been this feeling in her, this tiny thought in the back of her mind. She needed something bigger than Frenchville, somewhere that she could explore and learn. There was no room in her hometown. All of her classmates were stuck there. They weren’t going anywhere. Not her. New York was where she’d broaden her horizons and spread her wings.
the present...[/b][/size]
There is a lot to do in a big place like New York City, New York. Bonnie has difficulty deciding what she thinks of New York. It’s strange and confusing, but it’s also exciting and full of opportunities. There are always flyers on the bulletin board in the dorms at Barrie, broadcasting meetings around the city for various sorts of clubs and groups. There are chances to volunteer at soup kitchens and pet shelters. There are assignments for class that send her to museums and art galleries. Everything is nothing like she expected it and everything like she expected it.
Coming from somewhere so small, Bonnie’s noticed the sort of bubble she lives in. There are so many things she hadn’t prepared for before her move. She handles New York easily enough, but it’s very clear that she’s not a New Yorker and that she doesn’t know how big cities work, which makes her an easy target. Sure, she knows better than to go down certain streets at night and to always carry mace, but there are so many other things that she doesn’t know. There’s unfortunately not a class called How To Survive New York. (She’d take it, too).
Working at the public library is a dream come true, and she never plans on leaving. If she is offered a better job, she’ll most likely take it. Of course, she’d still find time for her precious books. Management at the library works around her school schedule, thankfully, seeing as she’s got a rather big plate of studies to worry about. Bonnie isn’t quite sure what convinced her to double major, just that it’s always good to have something in Business, and that she’d need to take something she’d love to really get through college, hence the English Literature.
Bonnie talks to her father every weekend, and when she gets a bit of time, she’ll write him an email on how she’s doing. Sometimes she tries to convince him to move out here, simply because New York is so big and lovely, and how she’s sure he’ll find something to do. He always insists that Frenchville is just fine, and and he’s already building another house, a smaller one this time, and how the home she grew up in is for sale now, and he goes on and she misses him the most in moments like those.
There are days where Bonnie wants nothing more than to stay in bed, curled up in her blankets, with nothing but Ben & Jerry and Beethoven to join her. Days where all she can think about are what if her mother were alive right now? It’s never easy, these days. She goes to class (you don’t ruin perfect attendance… you just don’t), but she sits through them in a daze, and afterwards, she truly does spend the remainder of her afternoon in bed with nothing but ice cream and music.
other...[/b][/size]
+ reading, books, the library, book shops, English class
tea, mornings, being outside, sunshine, speaking French,
talking to her father on the phone+
– winter, fast food, being without a book, losing her patience,
video games, messy handwriting, chat speak, sleeping in,
days where nothing seems to go right –
{the app pictures link to the tumblr posts i got them from}
[/blockquote]
...literature*
title... Beauty and the Beast
backstory...
Beauty has some awesome brothers and some vain sisters and a father who loves Beauty dearly. He ends up stealing a rose from the Beast to give to his kind hearted daughter, and is sent home with orders to send one of his daughters back to the castle in three months. Beauty, being the wonderful and unselfish girl she was, insisted on going. The Beast was very kind to her but he also asked her every day to be his wife (which is a bit awkward, imo). When Beauty visits home, her sisters pull some bitch move and when Beauty finally returns to the castle, she finds Beast dying in the garden. Beauty says she’ll marry him, and he becomes a prince again, and they are happily married, and her sisters are turned into statues for their horribleness (take that!).
...the roleplayer*
tell us about you...[/b][/size] disney princess dani. [/blockquote]
