Brittney 'O Brean

[Brittney 'O Brean]

Brittney 'O Brean

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NAME:

[/font] Brittney 'O Brean

AGE: Seventeen

GRADE: Eleventh ;; Junior

NATIONALITY: Irish





POSITIVE TRAITS:

• Independent (Huh, that's what she thinks)
  
• Strong-willed
  
• Powerful (Mind-wise)
  
• Oblivious to anything 'scary'
  
• Intellegent

NEGATIVE TRAITS:

• Can't be understood very well
  
• Stubborn
  
• Short temper
  
• Can be easily overtook
  
• Terrible resister

LIKES:

• Helping out the unfortunate
  
• Loud music at a low volume
  
• Drinking whiskey
  
• Irish folklore
  
• Clovers
  
• One of her siblings. (Scotland, mostly)

DISLIKES:

• Being thought of as immature
  
• Being thought of as a good-for-nothing little brat
  
• Her other siblings (England, Wales, North Ireland, she's talking about you.)
  
• Soft music in loud volume
  
• Being isolated, without anyone around

FEARS:

• Not being independent anymore
  
• Being taken over by anyone.

out of character

NAME: Icy, the occasional Natalia~ <3

OTHER CHARACTERS: I play little 'ol Hong Kong and Belarus, thus making Ireland my last character for here. Other places? I have: Japan, Belarus, Greenland(OC), Confederate States of America(OC), Finland, Seychelles, Canada, Republic of Rose Island(OC), and England. 83 Told ya it was a long list~

ROLEPLAY SAMPLE: Ireland's a new charrie of mine.... So her example isn't as long as HK's or Bela's. Sorry~

Peaceful, wasn't it? Bright cerulean skies casting a bright gleam on the spread out Irish fields, shining directly on the dim green clovers. It was always in this field whenever Brittney felt relieved from her stress of her annoying as hell brothers, not to mention the constant threat of North coming right up behind her, plotting some sort of revenge. No, she couldn't think about that now. She had to finish what she started when coming out here; finding the so-called 'mythical' four leaf clover. Boy, did she know that was a load of shit, for how many had she found when out here? Seven, eight? Perhaps a hundred? She didn't know, she just wanted something to do.

Taking a moment to inhale the fresh, crisp summer air, just wet after a nice and short rainshower, the red-headed girl crouched down on her knees, running her delicate fingers through the grasses. How much this felt like home, she thought, even though that was a complete lie. She was home, though she didn't feel like it. Her brothers, Arthur, Fraser, and the other one she forgot for the moment, were at her summer home, awaiting the time of her return. Well, they would just have to wait, because for now, she was not going to entertain them!

"Oi, Britt, are you getting back soon or what?" She flinched as soon as she reconized the voice. Arthur, damn it. "Not ye', Arthur." She snapped, bright teal eyes blazing in the direction of her younger sibling. Without another word (Or maybe a curse or something), she turned back to her fields, swiftly admiring her painted nails of the Irish flag. Orange, white, green, her colors, her flag, always the most peaceful~ She gave a light sigh before returning to what she was doing.... Which was what again? "Damn 'et, lost mei train of thought aga'n." She muttered self-conciously, collapsing on the field in a heap of confusion.

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