Post by bridget adele morra on Jun 6, 2012 23:29:05 GMT -6
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 the basics FULL NAME bridget adele reid-morra AGE & DOB twenty four | august 23rd 1988 HOMETOWN birmingham, england ETHNICITY mostly english, with Italian(only a grandmother with a quarter italian blood), irish, and scottish LANGUAGES SPOKEN english (primary), italian, french, russian, icelandic (loves languages & has a good ear for them) SEXUAL ORIENTATION heterosexual HAIR COLOR brown EYE COLOR green HEIGHT & WEIGHT 5' 21/2" | 113lbs DISTINGUISHING MARKS her buck teeth. a thin scar running along the back of her right shoulder from a car accident LIKES/DISLIKES likes: loyalty, respect, animals, coffee, ice cream, movies, music, all things colorful, dancing like a dork, anything vintage (expecially from the 20's - 60's), sci fi, Joss Whedon, watching youtube videos about kittens (don't judge it's an addiction), raybans, swimming, running, jelly bellies, nutter butters, lists dislikes: feeling down on herself, germs, when things don’t go as planned, forgetting thing (thus her love of lists), when people assume things about her, Valentine’s day, scrambled eggs without black pepper, white cars, being cold, mean people, irresponsible people. STRENGTHS/WEAKNESSES strengths: outgoing, optimistic, sense of humor, loyal, respectful weakness: reckless, huge flirt, blunt as a baseball bat, babbling SECRETS she wants to be a writer or mortician she's never been in a relationship that wasn't abusive. | in depth |
PERSONALITY
“I’ve always loved talking to people, since I was a kid I didn’t care if they were a stranger I’d talk my little heart out. I’m actually surprised that I never got kidnaped. I think I’ve held on to my childhood personality without it being horribly obnoxious. I can get really shy sometimes too though, which is a bit freaky when people know me as the bubbly outgoing girl. Loyalty and respect are two of the most important things for me and I don’t see the point in asking someone for something you can’t give back in spades I’m a horribly loyal person to the point of fault, it can get me in trouble if I put it into the wrong people, if I care about you I’ll go to the ends of the earth for them. Though it’s not all fuzzy bunnies and kitties, I tend to do things without thinking about them and getting myself in less than stellar situations. I don’t sugar coat either, which can sometimes rub people the wrong way, I wish I could I just don’t know how it’s like my foot is magnetically drawn to my mouth – it’s a problem. ”
FAMILY LIFE
“My family is complicated to say the least, I have my mother who’s always been quite posh and my bio-father who was in a biker gang and left us when I was four and my step dad who was in the Italian Mafia. I don’t remember much about my father, but my sted dad was my world growing up, he showed me how to shoot a gun and cut an ounce – I know it’s not the most conventional upbringing, but I saw it as father/daughter time. Rodrigo always saw my father in my appearance though, which made things hard on him, he and good old pops never got along. My sister Lucy is now some bikers “old lady” at twenty two. I ended up taking my mother’s last name and my step fathers later in life, after all as flawed as he was he was around I could never go by McGinty and feel right about it, he’s a stranger to me I won’t give him a claim to me”
PARENTS/SIBLINGS
Penelope Reid - 39, cosmetologist, good, mother.
Kellen McGinty - 45, biker ganger, estranged, father
Rodrigo Morra - 42, convicted gun-runner, close, step father
Lucrezia “Lucy” Langley - 22, nurse, indifferent, sister
Kellen McGinty - 45, biker ganger, estranged, father
Rodrigo Morra - 42, convicted gun-runner, close, step father
Lucrezia “Lucy” Langley - 22, nurse, indifferent, sister
HISTORY
“I was born in Birmingham where they make Cadbury chocolate, my mother was fifteen when she had me and though she’s always been quite posh she wasn’t every much of a motherly figure growing up – more of a friend than a mom. My father left when I was four and all I remember about him really was he had a thick Dublin accent and the same eye color as me. As much as I dislike my father I always loved Ireland still. My mother met my step father while we were all on vacation in Naples we were visiting her grandmother and Rodrigo was visiting his parents who lived next store. They hit it off, I was six years old when she and Rodrigo got married really quickly and we were suddenly on our way to America. It seemed like a bit of a whirlwind even then but it was very exciting.
Rod was apparently a big part of the Italian Mafia at the time and we were welcomed into this huge Italian family with open arms – at least that’s how I saw them. I never had any uncles, my mother was an only child and my father was gone, but when mum married Rodrigo I suddenly had a million – aunts too! Lucy and I were really close back then clinging to each other like the other was our buoy. Lucy was still waiting for dad to come back, but I took to Rodrigo well, I saw him for what he was – my dad. We had our first big Morra family bonding experience when I was eleven we got into a car wreck no one came out unscathed and yet no one left, Lucy broke her arm, Mom broke her leg and her other ankle and Rodrigo had a concussion and a fractured ulna. My shoulder was torn up, but it’s healed up well I got twenty stitches so it’s not horribly disfiguring.
I was probably twelve when everyone took to calling me Bunny, I always hated it because I was always really mindful of my buck teeth and funny lips, I always felt like I looked like a rabbit and the nickname – though affectionate – didn’t help much. I got my first boyfriend when I was fourteen and it wasn’t the best, he was kind of a jerk, but I stayed with him anyway who would want to be with a bunny faced obnoxious girl with a funny voice besides him anyway. He broke up with me when we turned fifteen. I gave him everything trying to keep him and in the end he dropped out of my life. I guess I’ve just never really had much luck with men, all of my relationships have been less than stellar. When I was young I never realized that anything Rod and his “family” were doing was illegal until by mother started fighting with him about how he was going to get arrested.
Then when I was sixteen it happened, he was arrested and convicted with a sentence of 10 years, I never really knew what he was put away for, but my mother blamed his friends and cut us off from him, she struggled trying to support Lucy and I on her salary at Just Cuts. The next year she finally calmed down enough to let us all visit Rodrigo in prison, once she saw he was okay, she seemed to warm up to our Italian family again since they were keeping Rod safe, suddenly they were let back in our lives. They called us family – allies. Over the years I had several boyfriends no luck with any of them, but of course it took me a while, a lot of hurt feelings and a lot of money to figure that out. I went to college, but I dropped out with just my associates degree, I’d love to go on to become a mortition or writer, but that tends to take a lot of talent I don’t have so, right now I’m just making people smile as a waitress and dancer and good old maggie’s burlesque club and I’m actually happy there, I get to talk to a lot of different people and no is allowed to touch me, so it’s actually pretty cush.”
[/td][/tr]Rod was apparently a big part of the Italian Mafia at the time and we were welcomed into this huge Italian family with open arms – at least that’s how I saw them. I never had any uncles, my mother was an only child and my father was gone, but when mum married Rodrigo I suddenly had a million – aunts too! Lucy and I were really close back then clinging to each other like the other was our buoy. Lucy was still waiting for dad to come back, but I took to Rodrigo well, I saw him for what he was – my dad. We had our first big Morra family bonding experience when I was eleven we got into a car wreck no one came out unscathed and yet no one left, Lucy broke her arm, Mom broke her leg and her other ankle and Rodrigo had a concussion and a fractured ulna. My shoulder was torn up, but it’s healed up well I got twenty stitches so it’s not horribly disfiguring.
I was probably twelve when everyone took to calling me Bunny, I always hated it because I was always really mindful of my buck teeth and funny lips, I always felt like I looked like a rabbit and the nickname – though affectionate – didn’t help much. I got my first boyfriend when I was fourteen and it wasn’t the best, he was kind of a jerk, but I stayed with him anyway who would want to be with a bunny faced obnoxious girl with a funny voice besides him anyway. He broke up with me when we turned fifteen. I gave him everything trying to keep him and in the end he dropped out of my life. I guess I’ve just never really had much luck with men, all of my relationships have been less than stellar. When I was young I never realized that anything Rod and his “family” were doing was illegal until by mother started fighting with him about how he was going to get arrested.
Then when I was sixteen it happened, he was arrested and convicted with a sentence of 10 years, I never really knew what he was put away for, but my mother blamed his friends and cut us off from him, she struggled trying to support Lucy and I on her salary at Just Cuts. The next year she finally calmed down enough to let us all visit Rodrigo in prison, once she saw he was okay, she seemed to warm up to our Italian family again since they were keeping Rod safe, suddenly they were let back in our lives. They called us family – allies. Over the years I had several boyfriends no luck with any of them, but of course it took me a while, a lot of hurt feelings and a lot of money to figure that out. I went to college, but I dropped out with just my associates degree, I’d love to go on to become a mortition or writer, but that tends to take a lot of talent I don’t have so, right now I’m just making people smile as a waitress and dancer and good old maggie’s burlesque club and I’m actually happy there, I get to talk to a lot of different people and no is allowed to touch me, so it’s actually pretty cush.”
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YEARS OF EXPERIENCE seven-eight give or take
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YEARS OF EXPERIENCE seven-eight give or take
OTHER CHARACTERS Harrison james Lyons.
HOW'D YOU FIND US? an ad.
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With his freshly powered nose Graham sat in front of his place of employment drumming on his legs, his hands seemingly going a mile a minute. It probably looked strange but he still felt the urge to do it. Partially because he liked to drum and partially because he couldn’t sit still and it seemed like a good way to enjoyably pass time. a beer sat next to him as he watched people walk in and out of the night club. Lex had said that she’d come and visit him, but he knew her well enough to know she didn’t always show up when she said she would. Luckily for her Graham was usually too snowed to care. However, when he was more sober and clear headed he missed her company after all why would he be friends with someone he didn’t like being around? Lex was strange enough to keep his attention through pretty much anything, she was the intriguing sort.
Though, Graham didn’t have the best tract record with women, they tended to be bad for his health. Lex seemed to be okay, even George liked her from what she’d seen except that she was flaky and George tended to dislike that sort. Understandably so, but Graham didn’t mind so much it made it all the more fun to see her, maybe not all people would look at it that way, but Graham was that type of person. Accepting people’s flaws was what got him into messes, but never the less it was a habit he couldn’t kick. He expected people to let him down, his view on people was not a flattering one and Lex was simply doing what people did. It wasn’t really her fault anyway, she was human and Graham tended to adopt Machiavelli’s eloquent way summing up human nature.“Men are a sorry lot”. Not a very lovely outlook and not even a completely true one, but it was something Graham felt had been proven to him time and time again.
Some people saw the world in black and white, but he only saw a lot of grey. It seemed that his whole life he did the opposite of what he was supposed to, people told him not to smoke – he smoked, granted it could have been ‘cause he had very little regard for his life. People told him not to drink, do drugs, or have sex – he did it all. He had very little real ambition, he didn’t expect to be able to do anything he was actually passionate about, but it was that passion that gave people who loved him hope that he’d stick around for a bit longer. To the people who cared about him he was something special, something talented and a prime source of mental stress. He didn’t try to be nor did he see himself in the same glorified light. Even if he was talented and special he didn’t see it.
Leaning back he grabbed his beer bottle and took a swig from it before returning it to its place next to his bouncing legs. He lit a cigarette and began to drum his knees again with it burning snugly between his fingers. His eyes darted around the parking lot waiting for something, he wasn’t sure what he was waiting for, but he felt like he needed to wait for something to happen. He was obviously on something, but no one really cared, that was the benefit of working at a night club, everyone else was pretty much in the same boat. His bright blue eyes had become fixated on a beige car across the lot, why beige had tickled his fancy who knows, but a smile spread across his lips regardless. His hands were still rapidly tapping away though he’d become unaware of them.
Though, Graham didn’t have the best tract record with women, they tended to be bad for his health. Lex seemed to be okay, even George liked her from what she’d seen except that she was flaky and George tended to dislike that sort. Understandably so, but Graham didn’t mind so much it made it all the more fun to see her, maybe not all people would look at it that way, but Graham was that type of person. Accepting people’s flaws was what got him into messes, but never the less it was a habit he couldn’t kick. He expected people to let him down, his view on people was not a flattering one and Lex was simply doing what people did. It wasn’t really her fault anyway, she was human and Graham tended to adopt Machiavelli’s eloquent way summing up human nature.“Men are a sorry lot”. Not a very lovely outlook and not even a completely true one, but it was something Graham felt had been proven to him time and time again.
Some people saw the world in black and white, but he only saw a lot of grey. It seemed that his whole life he did the opposite of what he was supposed to, people told him not to smoke – he smoked, granted it could have been ‘cause he had very little regard for his life. People told him not to drink, do drugs, or have sex – he did it all. He had very little real ambition, he didn’t expect to be able to do anything he was actually passionate about, but it was that passion that gave people who loved him hope that he’d stick around for a bit longer. To the people who cared about him he was something special, something talented and a prime source of mental stress. He didn’t try to be nor did he see himself in the same glorified light. Even if he was talented and special he didn’t see it.
Leaning back he grabbed his beer bottle and took a swig from it before returning it to its place next to his bouncing legs. He lit a cigarette and began to drum his knees again with it burning snugly between his fingers. His eyes darted around the parking lot waiting for something, he wasn’t sure what he was waiting for, but he felt like he needed to wait for something to happen. He was obviously on something, but no one really cared, that was the benefit of working at a night club, everyone else was pretty much in the same boat. His bright blue eyes had become fixated on a beige car across the lot, why beige had tickled his fancy who knows, but a smile spread across his lips regardless. His hands were still rapidly tapping away though he’d become unaware of them.
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