cutler, breanne e.

[breanne elizabeth cutler]

BREANNE ELIZABETH CUTLER

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if i were a boy
even just for a day
i'd roll out of bed in the morning
and put on what i wanted and go.

I'D STAY THE HAND OF GOD[/color]
BUT THE WAR IS ON YOUR LIPS[/font][/center]

[/b][/SIZE]. I'VE BEEN JUMPING AROUND THIS WORLD FOR fifteen and a half YEARS NOW, BUT ONLY FOUND THIS SPOT one and a half YEARS AGO. I WAS LED TO THIS HAPPENING PLACE BY advertisement of it on another site. IF YOU LISTENED CLOSE ENOUGH, YOU COULD HEAR breanne elizabeth cutler, BUT I GUESS THAT DOESN'T MATTER TOO MUCH. LASTLY, I'D JUST LIKE TO USE THIS OPPORTUNITY TO SAY i'm really excited to get to now you all. OH! WAIT! AND I LIKE crayons.[/color][/font]
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BRACE MYSELF FOR RAZOR BLADES[/color]
EVERYTHING WITH MEANING IS SHATTERED[/font]

[/b][/SIZE] breanne elizabeth cutler
NAME MEANING: strong one
NICKNAMES: bre, anna, b
SEX: female
AGE: seventeen
SEXUAL ORIENTATION: straight
ETHNICITY: white
MEMBER GROUP: sin[/font]
CANON OR ORIGINAL:[/color][/font] canon
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THIS DAY WILL DIE TONIGHT[/color]
AND THERE AIN'T NO EXCEPTION[/font]

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HAIR: she has beautiful light blonde hair that reaches the small of her back
EYES: sparkling blue eyes that, when reflecting sunshine, seem to have gold flecks in them
HEIGHT & WEIGHT: bre is 5 feet, 4 inches tall and weighs 114 pounds.
BODY TYPE: she is a slender girl with a beautiful complexion. because of her sin, lust, her eyes sparkle and she tends to attract men easily. she has a nice bust and a lot of guys say that she has a cute butt.
DISTINGUISHING FEATURES:[/color] breanne has a tattoo of an orchid on her waistline and she also favors the feature of her eyes, so sparkling blue that sometimes they're captivating.[/font][/size]
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TRICK WITH A DOUBLE TONGUE[/color]
BUT THE ONLY FOOL HERE'S ME[/font]

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- lipgloss
- dancing
- photography
- boys
- parties
DISLIKES:
- drama
- fake people
- apple juice
- lying
- rodents
STRENGTHS:
- confidence
- intelligence
WEAKNESSES:
- goes too far sometimes
- a little selfish
HABITS/QUIRKS:
- chews on her nails sometimes
- plays with her necklace if she has one on
- tucks her hair behind her ear when she's flirting
OVERALL PERSONALITY:

• SLUT: breanne is your overall, everyday slut. she kisses a lot of boys, and sometimes messes with other already taken boys. yes, that does include a few flings now and then.
  
  
• OUTGOING: breanne's very outgoing, and willing to speak anything on her mind. since she is so outgoing and carefree, she does sometimes get in trouble. she blurts out something before thinking, and her mouth has gotten breanne in trouble more than once.
  
  
• SMART: though breanne does represent the deadly sin, lust, she is very intelligent. she's not your typical dumb blond, in fact she's the opposite. though, bre isn't someone who'd flaunt THAT fact around, so she likes to keep it on the down low so people don't think she's a nerd or something.
  
  
• ATTACHMENT: breanne gets attached to many different things quite easily. she still has the blanket that her grandmother gave to her as a baby before she died. also in relationships, bre may be found almost stalking her ex, or at least following him around everywhere. ah, never mind. i would say that's stalking.
  
  
• DREAMY: breanne has the tendency to daydream, and just stop in the middle of a conversation to blank out and just think. she gets most of the powerful thoughts during this time. breanne just recognizes almost anyone while she dreams, and sometimes even talks to herself.
  
  
• ROMANTIC: even though breanne gets around, she makes the moments of her three-week relationships last. she is big on planning secret parties, and candlelit dinners, as well as buying a puppy as a present. she says some sappy things a lot, but only because bre gets pretty involved.

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LOVE ME IN THIS FABLE[/color]
MY HEART IS IN YOUR HANDS[/font]

[/b][/SIZE] natalie wilco, 33, journalist, alive; john cutler, 35, banker, alive
SIBLINGS: n/a
OTHER FAMILY: n/a
PETS: n/a
OVERALL HISTORY: A man and a woman. A woman and a man. What more can you say? When these two species get together, anything can happen. And it obviously did for John Cutler and Natalie Wilco. After a three year relationship, and many snuggle-filled nights, Natalie became pregnant. John, being the respectable man he was, fought hard for his beloved and his baby. On that faithful Halloween night, Breanne was brought into the world. Natalie was a true believer in magic, and thought her baby was bad luck. Thrusting the baby into her husband's arms, Natalie never saw little Breanne again. John was shocked that his wife has left him, and their daughter because she thought Breanne was bad luck.

Growing up, John cared for Breanne without a call from her mother. They were extremely close; always going on trips together, shopping for groceries together, and one time Breanne even painted her father's toes! Breanne could easily call her father her best friend, and once she did. John instantly got worried that his daughter didn't have any friends, and instead of doing things a normal Father would do, like sending her to a summer camp, or sign up for an activity, John ignored his daughter completely. After three weeks of silence, or very little talking, Breanne thought that John didn't love her anyone. That was only the beginning of her forming, her existence intertwined with the deadly sin of lust.

By the time Breanne was thirteen, her father and her barely even talked. Whenever she came home from school, he would ask her how was the day, and then ignore her for the rest of the night. Breanne kept to herself at home; talking on the phone, or making out with a boy in her closet...and doing other things. Lust overcame her. At these times, like when a boy was in her arms, or a late party to go to, Breanne was extremely happy that her father ignored her. Other times, like when her boyfriend broke up with her, she wished she had someone to talk to.

Now, in present day, Breanne goes to Santa Cruz High School. She moved to California two years before she started, and loves it. The gorgeous beaches, late night parties, tans, and surfer boys instantly caught her attention. Bre loves hanging out now at Santa Cruz, and has lived peacefully for a while. In her Sophomore year she suddebly craved for risk and surprise. She started becoming more open, outgoing, and more of a slut as lust overcame her. [/color][/font]
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WON'T CRY FOR MY SOLITUDE[/color]
LAY MY HEAD AND DREAM OF YOU[/font]

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sin
ROLEPLAY SAMPLE:

A boy and a girl. A girl and a boy. Seems rather simple, right? To some teenagers, it probably is. But to Amalia Breezy Flores, boys were the most complicated science on the Earth. After breaking up with her second boyfriend this month, Drew, her brain had been in a depressed state. She certainly didn't purposely want to break hearts, and boy, she had broken thousands. Ama just couldn't stand how boring boys got after a few weeks. To top that off, her throat burned wildly. She had politely asked her political science teacher to excuse her to the nurse, and she would make up the class work later. Mrs. Monticello agreed, and here Amalia was; walking down the steps of the school, leading into the school grounds. Her books were held tightly to her chest, Ama clutching them ever so slightly. Finally reaching the grounds, or so some students called them, Amalia spotted a few football players. Her mouth watered, wanting to kiss one of them. Especially the one who was waving to her. His shaggy blond hair was covering his eyes, obviously a dark color. Shaking her head, as well as the chocolate brown hair on top of it, Amalia whispered to herself. "I can't keep doing this! " She scolded herself, not bothering to look back at the other boy. Quickening her step, Amalia hoped to reach the furtherest she could go on the grounds.

The tall, thick oak trees came into view, and Ama sighed of relief. Hopefully swallowing her troubles, the girl broke into a run. She dropped her books on the ground, and laughed. Amalia could see herself; running across the grass, arms out, giggling with herself. She looked like a scene in a happy, sappy movie. The teenager loved running; the freedom, the wind in her ears, and the power of going anywhere at a great speed. Slowing down as she reached a tree, Amalia was about to sit down when she noticed someone in the distance. The girl was familiar, but not someone that Amalia knew very well. At least, that was what the girl looked like from a distance. Ama didn't have the best eyes, obviously. She took the Jansport backpack off her shoulders, gently placing it behind the tree. Ama tilted her head, almost like a confused cat. The girl walked up to the other figure in the distance, thinking of herself as a lion catching it's prey. She snickered at her ridiculous thoughts, but kept her gaze locked on the distance.

Reaching the figure after a few minutes, Amalia tucked a piece of loose hair behind her ear. Her hair was in a loose bun, and the girl didn't especially like how her hair flew everywhere. Her own voice filled Ama's ears. "Why, hello there. Skipping class, as well?" Amalia snickered, crossing her arms. She felt in control again, but not necessarily rude or mean. Just like she was the boss, and you had to obey her. Or else.

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