Birthday April 14
Age 27
Gender Female
Race Caucasian. Of mostly Irish descent, with some Scottish thrown in.
Blood type B+
Appearance Bridget dresses conservatively and rather traditionally, typically choosing to wear skirts -never above the knee, mind you- instead of trousers, and blouses instead of T-Shirts. She favours natural tones, but in the summer she's likely to throw some pastel in there, too. She's not fond of heels, preferring to wear flats exclusively. Bridget also wears a rather distinctive perfume - always the same scent, regardless of the season. It's mostly lily of the valley and narcissus, with hints of citrus -the same scent her grandmother wore. She's quite short, about 5'3, has excellent posture, and not particularly curvy or muscular -though her arms are pretty toned due to constantly practicing the violin. Bridget barely ever wears make-up, either - well, at least none that's obvious, anyway. She does take care to hide her freckles with concealer, though - she's quite self-conscious about them. The only part of her appearance she puts real effort into is her hair, which is always well-groomed and glossy. And she's a natural red-head, of course.
Sexuality Rigidly straight. At least, that's what she thinks - she's not really sure and doesn't think about it.
Occupation Classical musician, plays in a symphony orchestra. Often teaches children at a local music school for extra dosh.
Personality Very reserved and rather stoic. Really keeps to herself. She's observant, though, and though she rarely speaks first, she'll always respond. Tends to be blunt, and is often sarcastic- however, due to her serious nature and tendency not to speak much, her sarcasm often comes off as sincere, which can lead to... Misunderstandings. Bridget is also pretty bad at dealing with said misunderstandings. This leads her to prefer quiet to social situations, though that’s also because she's bad at dealing with people in general.
Likes: Music (obviously), reading -specifically history and folklore-, black tea, sushi, forests.
Dislikes: Alcohol, babies and toddlers, her father, tight spaces, being overly social.
Habits: Always brings a hand to her mouth when she's nervous.Typically fiddles with her hands when dealing with people.
Diseases Anxiety disorder.
Abilities/talents Playing the violin, very knowledgeable about folklore- specifically the Irish variety, mentally resilient.
History
Most of Bridget’s fears stem from her childhood experiences, and it’s quite difficult to tell where one issue begins and the other ends, they’re very much intertwined. Firstly, her fear of her father comes from the fact that he was an alcoholic and hopeless drunk, who’d come home and beat whoever would get in his way, whether that was Bridget, her four brothers, or her mother – it didn’t matter. Her claustrophobia comes from how her father would typically lock her in very cramped spaces –cupboards, closets, that sort of thing- whenever he got mad –he got mad a lot- and she was in the way. Her father’s behaviour is where her aversion to alcohol comes from – she stays as far away from it as she possibly can. Finally, though she was predisposed to anxiety as her mother and maternal grandmother have it as well, it’d be fair to say it was triggered due to her stressful home situation. Abusive alcoholic father, submissive pill-popping mother, three younger brothers to take care of, not to mention the fact that they were dirt poor – add that together, you’ve got a perfect recipe for an anxiety disorder.
In fact, once the disorder manifested, her anxiety got so bad Bridget could barely function. This was when she was 11, going on 12. No one could help her deal with it, or could be bothered to, really, so she was taken out of school for a while to live with her maternal grandparents. They were very kind to her – she still believes that without their help she wouldn’t have recovered. It was in their home that she was first introduced to folklore, which she immediately was obsessed with. It helped her cope. Even now, the majority of the books in her home are on folklore.
Then, she was 13, and she still hadn’t gone back to live with her parents. Her grandparents scraped together enough to send her to a music school – a drastic change from having to teach herself, or having to take lessons from second-rate teachers as she had had to when she was younger. From there, her life was much improved –until the nightmares started. They were quite horrible –most were about her father- but, just like with the anxiety before it, Bridget coped, and stopped having them all together when she was 18.
She continued her musical studies – funding them herself this time, she made money as a teacher- until she graduated at 23 and joined a small chamber symphony. She’s changed jobs since then, not really caring where she works as long as she’s playing. She moved into the Mythos Complex since it was close to where she needed to be, and, above all, cheap. She sends half of her monthly income to her grandparents, always. She would send some to her parents, as well, but she’s lost all contact with them – and her grandparents are evasive whenever she asks. She’s established contact with her younger brother, though it’s still in the early stages, and she hasn’t learnt any information from him yet.
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Originally Posted by AsianFighter
The fact that Ken and Barbie was in the picture on that site was pretty hilarious to me.
And of course I'd be wearing one of your sets, Ru. You know I love them. Also, no problem with the Dice roller. I noticed you mentioned the older version, and I only remembered the new one because I used it in the D&D Campaign Naz had going here. 
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