Post by Bridget Shine on Jan 8, 2015 18:09:10 GMT -5
Basics
Name: Bridget Rose Shine
Nicknames: Bri, Bridge, Shorty, Pinkie
Age: 18 years young
Birthday: October 30th
Grade: 12
Power:
Cloaking: The power to hide objects/subject from optical sight. She considers this to be the ability she has the strongest control over to date. She has the most practice with this power and uses it the most often, leading to that conclusion. While she’s cloaking no one can see anything under the cloak, however, they have the ability to feel and hear a slightly muffled version of whatever is going on while it’s cloaked. At this stage in the game she can cloak herself and two other people and any small objects they may hold in position. However, anyone or thing she is cloaking must be in direct contact with her skin. She can hold herself under cloaking for about an hour at length, the time drops by half when adding one other person and again when adding another. So, her three person max she could only hold for about fifteen minutes. If she loses her concentration why cloaking the image may flicker and reestablish, if she can regain concentration, or completely drop.
*Access and Occlusion: The power to open locks and passwords without a key. She has the ability to open any lock, no matter the kind, with a simple touch of her finger.
*As it turns how this power was labeled incorrectly when she first came to the school. She had only been able to move the locks around with her mind, however, she has the ability to do more. It was just unknown at the time. In truth she has Telekinesis. In the beginning she could only access the full extent of this ability under extreme emotional, mental, or physical pressure. Over time she has been able to unlock and control four newer aspects of this power. The first aspect was a rather simple one of pushing and pulling objects with her mind. At the moment, the items have to be within a twenty foot radius and nothing can be more than the size of a large man. The second was binding, constricting an object so that it can no longer move. The third was grip, which basically goes along with binding but instead keeping a hold of an object. The fourth was levitation, lifting an object into the air. Objects can go no further than story up and has the same limits as pushing or pulling. Still, as it is a relatively new ability that she’s working to gain control over, it does take a lot out of her physically and mentally when she’s using this power actively. Small bursts of using it hardly bother here. About ten to fifteen minutes of using it intensively wear her down quickly to a point of exhaustion. There are several other aspects of the power that she is aware she has the capability of but is unable to use all the time. Currently, she’s attempting to learn how to make constructs but they quickly fall apart. Also, when she’s under a high amount of stress she may be able to bend materials, compress an object, and send a blast of telekinetic energy in waves.
Member Group: Battle Front
Canon or not: Naw
Appearance:
Bridget stands at 5'1 and a-half inches tall, some may consider her slightly short. What she lacks in height she makes up in other aspects. She has a decent sized chest and hips, giving her a rather girlish figure. Her body is covered with small scars, though she has a few more notable ones. The first, is a lighter scar that runs about three inches along her collar bone, her first large scar. Another begins at the base of her neck and cuts diagonally over to her side, ending about mid-back. The second is a thicker, more notable scar around her right ankle. Lastly, a rather large scar off center from her heart from a lovely mercury sword.
Aside from her scaring,there's a few other features that tend to catch people's attention. Her lips are a light pink color, usually set in a smirk or a large grin. Her eyes are a bright and lively electric blue shade. More often than not they reflect her mischievous and sarcastic tones than her actual feelings, unlike most. They do tend to change to an ice blue when she gets truly angry, in which case you should probably get the hell away from her. Lastly, her abnormally pink hair. It falls to her lower back in long locks with a slight wave near the end. Her bangs hang in her face, often swooping down to cover her right eye. A newly addition are tattoo's lining both of her arms, her left holding the world 'life' and her right holding 'death' within the designs.
Her style doesn't keep with the coming and going trends of today, she has no interest in lazing around and flipping through a fashion magazine. She does have her own style though. She’ll never be caught in a skirt, and occasionally a dress for a special occasion (or if she just doesn’t feel like putting on pants that day). Normally, she’ll keep it fairly simple with a pair of old but still well fitting jeans and a graphic tee shirt. As for shoes it’s a pair of boots or sneakers. Bridget does have a trade mark that she is never seen without. A hat. It doesn’t matter the kind, shape or color, she’ll have one on her head. Her favorite happens to be a simple beanie, in case you’re wondering.
Personality
Overall Personality:
When people think of Bridget they tend to think of a wild, loud, sarcastic girl who doesn't give a damn about what people think of her. She's heard the word perfect and princess thrown at her but in truth she views herself much differently than the rest of the world does.
Yes, the sarcasm is a staple of her's and it’s nearly a constant flow steaming from her mouth. If someone were to ask if she spoke another language, she would reply with Sarcasm. At times it seems like there’s another part of her brain that has one purpose, to store sarcastic comments. It's a part of her and she uses it for joking times, attacks, and defense. She is very loud and will speak her mind without a moment of hesitation, more often than not leading her into trouble. All this and her tough attitude are often what people remember of the pink hair girl but that's not everything to her.
She's actually extremely insecure, like a lot of people. And majority of the time she only wants to be accepted and loved, steaming from her past but when someone does start to care she can't understand why they would feel that way. It may not appear like it but she does care about what some think of her. Mainly she cares about her friends and, oddly, some people she hates opinions the most. She finds herself weak with powers and in other areas. Often owning up to that fact but hating that she can’t defend her loved ones and always needing to be rescued. Part of her completely hates herself for that reason and believing she will never be good enough for those around her. That and she believes people always end up getting hurt around her, so she's weary about letting some get close for fear that they will end up dead or worse.
Though people always end up find their way into her heart. To them she tries to be caring and open as possibly but that doesn't always happen. She can be quite sneaky and cunning if she wants to be. She always is when it comes to her past or her emotions. Still, she will do anything for those she has befriended and when they leave somehow a part of her always leaves as well. This causes her to be protective of her loved ones. This is always visible when it comes to speaking about those from her past or in the present. If you start to speak poorly of them she won’t hesitate to jump down your throat and get quite vicious or take all the blame on herself to protect them.
All this leads her to be a fairly complicated individual but it is all Bridget. And it all comes together. The caring, protective friend, an insecure girl with a hidden past, and most of all a sarcastic, rebellious teenage girl.
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History
Family Members/guardians:
Mother- Erica Kenna
Father- Alex Shine
Half-Sister- Hayden Knight
Cousin- Ashton Kay
History:
There was a long and happy relationship between Erica Kenna and Alex Shine soon due to be wed. At first glance the pair seemed to be a normal happy couple, severally waiting the day they could slip a ring on each other’s finger and soon after start a family. Erica learned she was pregnant a few months before the weeding. The couple was ecstatic, so overjoyed. However, there was another factor coming into play. Alex took this as the perfect opportunity to come clean before the wedding and before the birth of their first child, to tell her of his real identity. He was not the hero that Erica so often called him, in fact he is the villain dancing in the shadows of the world. In his after hours of his cover CEO Job he was a fierce and powerful crime lord.
All this time she had thought he was an honest man, it was shattering to the pure hearted expecting mother that the man she had fallen in love with was not the man she thought he was. In response she claimed she could never love a criminal. She only stayed with him because of their baby growing in her stomach as the true story unfolded. Soon came time and she gave birth to their child. She had only held her baby girl, Bridget named for the Goddess of Fire like Erica hoped her spirit would be full of, for a week before laying a kiss on her cheek and vanished in the night.
Left with a broken heart and a small child to take care of on his own Alex was lost in the mysterious ways of parenthood. Often once he put her down to bed in her early weeks he would sit in a chair by her crib, wondering how he could possibly pull this off. How he could try to keep her safe and keep her with him. In truth, he wish he could walk out and live a simple life with the woman he still loved and his daughter sleeping only feet from him. Alex knew that there was no going back, he knew he had to do his best to keep her safe from his work.
The best way he thought to do this was keeping far away from her, keeping his work away from her. While she grew up in the refurbished warehouse he would spend days, at times weeks away to keep the meetings from focusing on his home. He would spend outs pent up in his office, and his men would patrol the house making sure no one who wanted to harm him or his daughter would get in. At the same time he left his growing daughter in the hands of a full time nanny in hopes she would fill the job of parenting while Alex did his best to detach his life from Bridget.
All this was to 'protect' Bridget but it didn't work as well as he thought it would. She became lonely and more independent than any child of her young age should be. Not to mention the rebellious streak growing in attempts to gain attention from her absent father. Nothing she did matter though, he wouldn’t see any other way than what he had already planned. Soon it came time for school, she wasn’t sure how to interact with the other kids. Often appearing wild or rash in her actions. She never was able to gain a set group of friends throughout her younger years or even someone to talk to during recess.
That’s how school went for her, lonelier than her time spent at home. This change when she was about eight. Out at recess one day she noticed a group of boy bullying a small kid. She had seen the younger kid around school before, he was so small for his age he was an easy target. At that point she had been away from her father for over a week straight without word making her anger boil and the feeling of being alone enhanced quite a bit. Bridget couldn't stand to see someone else alone too when she knew that pain.
Running up to the group she shoved them away with a powerful force even with her small frame. Once there she yelled at them, going to a point to shove them away and become quite threatening. She was rather smart in causing a seen on the recess yard as the teachers started to pay attention to the area. The group was extremely startled when she thread to kick their butts if they ever bothered the kid again and then tell the teachers too. Like most bullies they decided to make a quick exit not wanting too much trouble and the fact she was a girl, they couldn’t hit her.
This was the start to her first and longest holding friendship that Bridget had. The odd pairing of Bridget and the boy she later learned was called Pipsqueak. She lovingly shortened the cruel nickname to Pip and it stuck with him forever after. Even into his teenage years, no matter how much he protested. Especially when he grew to be taller than Bridget herself, it still didn’t go away. Now, she wasn’t alone. She always had Pip by herself as they pair was stuck together at the hip. Her true personality started to develop and her colors started to shine bright for anyone to see.
Once they found each other a small gang started to form around the pair. From their elementary years to their teens. Aron was described as tall dark quiet one as he didn't speak much but had a quiet the powerful build at six feet six inches. Brody was another tall but not as quiet standing somewhere around six foot with greasy orange hair and the worst jokes springing from his lips. Janet was rather kind and constantly smiling she had beautiful blonde hair and clear blue eyes. Pip who was named the official lookout as he was the best at it with his small frame and nearly ghostly skin, he was always looked right over. Together they were the best rag-tag group of teenager you would ever see!
Bridget came into her powers completely on accident. One day she was waiting for her father to finish up a business meeting so they could go out to dinner, for once being allowed into the office as it was well guarded by Alex’s own men and he didn’t expect much trouble from the client. Hanging in the back of the room the man he was meeting with hardly noticed the girl throwing a ball up in the air. She was an unimportant factor that the business partner’s men barely even glanced at. She simply started wishing she could disappear and leave this boring place, possibly go hang with Janet afterwards even if that meant missing time with her father. What was another broken promise of evening plans after all?
Wishing became a powerful thing, powerful enough for the power activate the ball she had been throwing up and down vanished in thin air. She caught it as normal and slowly is shimmered back to its usual form. Mystified she didn’t pay attention to the others around her, she wished she could disappear and her hands started to slowly shimmer out of view, the cloaking spreading. It was one of the few times the client’s men were paying attention. They panicked as expected, leaping at the teen and attacking her within seconds. The only thing her father saw was the knife flashing in the air nearing his precious daughter.
The guard attempted to slice her throat open but he missed as he knocked her to the ground. He sliced cleaning along her collar bone but had no more time to do anymore damage. Her father had his own men that were located in the room stop him and promptly ordered them to kill him. The sight of death nothing new to the girl, Bridget could only focus on the matter at hand. Her new founded powers. Even as the blood soaked into one of her favorite hoodies. Out of this little fight Bridget got a new scar and a power which soon led to the discovery of her second ability to open any lock. With this a small idea formed in her mind.
The life of crime had never been far from her heart, no matter what her father tried, it was exciting and dangerous. She loved that aspect often knowing every move her father was making once she learned to sneak into his office and find out herself. The idea she could get into any place at any time was thrilling. She knew she could become a grade A criminal, more importantly she could make a point to her father. A point that she wasn’t a delicate little flower that needed protecting and he could trust her. He could be involved in her life and she wouldn’t get hurt. So, to prove it she would create her own crime filled life. Bridget decided to become a thief.
At first it was only Pip and her stealing. It started out small things like a charm from a stand or a few bills from the local ice cream shop but it slowly started to grow. Their first real job was when they broke into a jewelry shop who's owner was threatening to rat out her father to the cops. Stealing his best, biggest, and favorite jewel out from under his nose did not sit well with him. She planned it perfectly as the morning after she stole it her father's men showed up, enforcing the idea that he shouldn’t rat Alex out. Needless to say the man decided to keep his trap shut in hopes of getting his jewel back. Slowly they whole gang got involved each having their own parts in a heist, each loving the thrill and danger of the snatching the bigger, more expensive and well-guarded treasures.
Her father soon learned of the activities his daughter was involved in and he did not approve. He blamed her friends and called them 'bad influences'. They got in many arguments over it further damaging their already strained relationship. It seemed these arguments started to erase every good memory she had of him. The good times at Christmas, her first hat, birthdays. Each memory being replaced with his strained face attempting to contain his worry and anger, often failing and ending up screaming at her. The words that passed between the two always ran circles in her head when she was in her own home. It was torture to be within the walls of her own home, to constantly feel his disapproval and hear his attempts to keep her within the confides of the warehouse.
It felt like the walls were closing in on her that she was in a prison. One night they had a particularly bad fight, the pair screaming at each other. Things were thrown around his office. And every low bow either of them could deliver seemed to come into play. In the end he literally had to force her into her room where one of his personal body guards stayed with her in the room. A place that had always been her sanctuary. It was the last straw. Bridget screamed that she hated him from inside the room. That night she was forced to stay inside her room until noon on the next day, after her father left for a job in Chicago.
Immediately she ran for Pip’s house. A place that had always been like a second home too her. However she soon found it to be empty, a for sale sign on the door. Glancing in the window she saw just the bare walls and floor, it was like no one had ever lived there. In a panic she ran around to her other friend’s houses. Finding the exact same result for each and every one. She was all alone again. Bridget knew that she was the cause that her closest friends were up rooted and shipped away from their homes, if not dead. That fact killed her. Returning home she shut herself up in her room for days on end until her father returned from his business trip.
When he did she came out and the final blow out began. She argued with him, screamed at him, begged him to bring them back eventually breaking down to a point of slipping to the floor in tears. She needed her friends, she didn’t want to be alone again. She swore up and down she would never do anything wrong a day in her life again. He didn’t believe her, he didn’t listen to her and decided to ignore her. She was broken and soon it was seldom for her to be seen outside of her room when he father was around.
It wasn't long after that a government worker contacted him and he learned of Ashford Academy. He loved the idea of a safe place for her to grow up a little and learn to control her powers. Not to mention he figured under the watchful eye of the school she wouldn’t be able to do anything wrong. He spoke to her about it and she hated the idea. Claiming he couldn’t force her to go but of course he did. The two haven’t spoken at all since. Bridget refusing to attend most classes and still not finding herself on the ‘straight and narrow’ path of life her father believed she should be on. The only contact the two have shared was a Christmas present he sent to her.
When Bridget arrived at Ashford she was livid. She hated the school and hated the people. She wanted to be home and with her friends but was well aware that was never going to happen. Slowly she adjusted to the school making friends, finding someone she cared for. And once again it was all thrown to the wind when the Kidnappings took place. Losing her first real battle with powers took a blow on her self-esteem not to mention the loss of her close (almost boyfriend) friend Zane Kuro. After the fact she was a bit quieter and unsure of herself but slowly she is coming back fiercer than ever.
Her time at Ashford was a struggle but she learned to love the people she surrounded herself with, especially Chandler Fernandez. He was her first love and she didn’t think anything could be any truer than what they shared. However, they did have their struggles and some other feelings for a certain Menma Void began creeping up. Aside from her complicated love life she had begun to build a new friend base, a family, and finally feel at home again. Yet, fate would throw her another curve call with all the fights she had to endure. After all, Pitch Black was a ball of fun and the last battle, well, it allowed her to take a short leave of absence.
Having been on the verge of death government agents took it upon themselves to take the body and bring her back from the brink of death. Of course, they had a reason for this. They had been monitoring Miss Shine’s ability and thought she’d be perfect for a recon mission. To get her to comply they threatened to kill those she loved most on the island. Safe to say she did was she was told. Which, for the first few she was very good at, after all, sneaking around in the dead of night was second nature to her. However, on the last mission she messed up. She was nearly caught, had to abandon the information and was promptly shipped back to Ashford to require more training.
Behind the Character
Name: Y’all know
Chatango Name: Jez158
RP Experience: Honestly, I have no clue
How did you find us?: … yes.
RP Sample: Why not, right?
How long had it been? How long ago was it that the cool night air had embraced the pink haired girl hiding among the crowds of the busy city life? Nearly two years now. It was quite amazing how the girl had gone from small jobs to larger, striking out at her father’s competitors, her father, and her own targets all at once. And now she was using her skills to fight for other’s freedoms. Switching from bad to good. At times it made the criminal want to laugh, other times it made her roll her eyes, and at times her past made her want to hang her head in shame.
None of those feelings were running through Bridget as she laced up her shoes, specially made to make as little sound as possible. Straightening up she was dressed in a slightly off black color from head to toe. Her pink hair was tired up and hidden within a hood, even with her cloaking abilities she couldn’t help but want to have a backup to hide herself. Taking an even breath she checked to make sure she had a small flashlight and a specially designed camera made by Roman. The techno geek had constructed a decent camera about the size of a Nano iPod to take on jobs, it worked wonderfully.
This job would be sneaking into the hub of the prefects. Sneaking a peak at the future plans, usually hanging around the prefect commander’s desk. Then taking a peak at the new arrival’s files. It was time to get back into the swing of things now that they no longer had people on the inside. Slipping the camera and flashlight into her pockets before simply vanishing from sight. Making sure to keep her cloak up she made her way through the West Tower and halls of the school. Her feet nearly glancing across the tile in swift, silent movements as she walked the empty halls. Her eyes constantly moving through the shifting shadows trying to guard against prefects on night patrols.
In only moments the pink haired girl arrived at the main center of the prefects. Only, instead of being busy with many kids running around, each one flashing a silver badge, it was silent and dark. Then again that was to be expected at one o’clock in the morning. Not many were up at this time of night which was exactly what Bridget was counting on. Unlocking the door with a swipe of her hand she entered without a second thought. Immediately she headed for the commanders desk. It looked different, somehow, less Mer-ish but not all the way, at least from the least time she had been here. Maybe the prefect leader was redecorating. Dismissing the thought with a light she pulled out the camera and flashlight, setting to work.
Time continued to tick by as Bridget went through nearly all of papers in the desk, unlocking the drawers without a second thought. After finding some with exactly what she was looking for she snapped some careful pictures, holding the flashlight in her mouth. An hour or so passed until she finally moved onto the new recruits. Moving throughout the room she held several files in her hand when she heard the click of the door. Snapping her head up, she immediately cloaked herself from sight, nearly an automatic reflex at this point. Even if the annoying prefect entered, she was pretty much golden to escape.
After all, besides her physical presence in the room she had placed everything back so it was like no one was there. That what she had thought anyway, until she saw the reflection of the flashlight against the wall door as it opened. Silently cursing herself on her head she was fairly sure whoever was coming in was already blinded by the flashlight. Resorting to talking herself out of this, or fighting, she dropped the cloak and pulled the flashlight from her mouth. Glancing down at the files she started putting some away, having already taken pictures of them when she casually called without looking over her shoulder, “Hey there Olliebear, long time no see.”
