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{ "When I grow up, I will be brave enough to fight the creatures you have to fight beneath the bed each night to be a grown up." }
Dialogue Color: #ed8c72 || Face Claim: Halsey
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NAME
Poppy Jane Burton
NICKNAME
PBJ {friends, jokingly}
AGE
19
HOMETOWN
Seattle, TBC
SEXUAL ORIENTATION
Bisexual
OCCUPATION
Freelance photographer, bartender, waitress, barista
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APPEARANCE
For years, Poppy wore her hair long. The first time she cut it short was shortly before she left for her summer volunteering. She kept it at that length for a while, then eventually let it grow out a bit more. Apparently, when her hair is long, she looks even more like her mother. She got her mother's blonde hair and angular face, and her father's brown eyes and tendency to freckle instead of burn or tan. Emily convinced her to cut it short again, and she's kept it short and layered ever since. Poppy stands at 5'6", around average height, with a slim hourglass figure. She carries more muscle than one would first think upon looking at her, as her entire body is reasonably well toned. She doesn't have any permanent tattoos, but frequently buys good temporary tattoos from an online retailer she's found. he knows how to dress for her figure and build. Her parents always taught her that class was more important than fashion, but lately, she's been trying to strike a balance between the two. She's a fan of fitted t-shirts and either jeans or shorts with oversized jackets. It's very rare to catch Poppy in just a t-shirt and jeans. If she's going to be leaving the house, she'll be a bit more dressed up. She can dress for any occasion and conform to the dress code perfectly. A good teenage skincare regimen kept her skin clear and free of any acne or scarring, and she still has excellent skin today. She usually just wears some tinted moisturiser, lip gloss (or a matte neutral lipstick, depending on her mood), concealer under her eyes, and mascara, occasionally filling in her brows if she feels like it. She can be quite striking when she goes a bit more glam for events, but would much rather take an extra few minutes in bed than spend those precious few moments doing her makeup.
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naive âĻ kind ⧠trusting âĻ loyal ⧠sheltered
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Poppy's defining trait is her kindness. She frequently volunteered at school charity events, usually carries around food and money for homeless people, spent the summer she turned 16 volunteering in Zambia, and has been donating blood regularly since she was 16. All this comes naturally to Poppy; she does it without even thinking. She was raised to be a kind person. And even if she's discovered that her parents aren't the saints they pretended to be, it's one trait she's still determined to carry with her. Her kindness extends to loyalty. The only people she's ever really given up on are her parents, and what they did was inexcusable. Even then, it took her a while to make her mind up. It took some time away from them and some good friends who weren't afraid to tell it as it was. She's still hurting; part of her still loves them, still tries to justify what they did. But she's finding it harder and harder to do so, making her all the more confused as to why she still cares for them.
Poppy had an incredibly sheltered childhood and adolescence. And that still shows. She never realised how truly horrible people can be. When her own parents turned on her, showing that they weren't good people, her world was shattered. She's still taken aback by the complexity of people; still shocked that people who seemed so wonderful could do something like that. She was raised in a world of black and white- these people are good, those people are bad. And she believed it. She still does. She's only starting to come to grips with the fact that people are many things. She can come across as a tad immature as a result, with her Disney Princess-like outlook on life. She trusts people far too easily, and this leaves her open to manipulation. She's not dumb. She's smart, and if you try to manipulate her at the wrong time, she'll realise and will call you out on it. But if you worm her way into her heart, let her believe you really are a good person... then she's much easier to twist and use to your own will. Even now, as she hurts and is still reeling from one betrayal, she's still open to letting people in.
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FAMILY
James David Burton: Father {Alive}
Hazel Mary Burton: Mother {Alive}
Eric William Burton: Older Brother {Alive}
HISTORY
The Burtons appeared to be the perfect family. A boy and a girl- perhaps a bit more of an age gap than usual. But little Eric was always willing to help with his little sister- maybe 5 years was the ideal. Growing up, the Burtons taught their children to be good people. To help others in need. The Burton kids were some of the nicest on the playground- genuine, and seemingly immune to bullies. Maybe it was because even then, the other kids could tell that the Burton parents were important, and not the type of people to annoy. They were rich. James was a prosecution lawyer, and Hazel was the editor of a prominent women's magazine. They came across as good people, but not the type of people you wanted to cross. They would do anything to protect their children.
So Poppy grew up happy. She made friends easily. She was in a number of different extracurriculars, and still found time to play tennis with her parents at the country club. Her first boyfriend was her mixed doubles partner. And she was good, but not too good, not too competitive. She worked hard in school and got good grades. She and her boyfriend broke up because he was moving abroad to college, and she was going abroad to volunteer. It was all on good terms, and they stayed in contact. But it was on that volunteering trip that she first began to question her sexuality. She met a girl. She was tanned and strong and sarcastic and funny, and Poppy fell for her pretty quickly. She came from a good background- perhaps not quite as affluent as the Burtons, but not far off. The girl, Emily, kissed Poppy at their leaving party, and then they fell out of contact. Poppy kept it a secret. It felt like something special, something that was supposed to be a bit of a secret.
But a few weeks before Poppy was due to graduate, Emily turned up in her hometown. Her parents had moved for work, and Emily was going to finish her time in school in the same school as Poppy. For a while, they just stayed friends- but then they were more than that. They kept it low-key. Emily wasn't out either. Poppy didn't dream for a minute her parents would have a problem. Until they walked in on her and Emily. And they lost it.
It wasn't that she'd been keeping her a secret. They couldn't stand the thought of their angelic little daughter being with another girl. They told her that they knew a therapist, someone who could... fix her. She refused to go. They didn't kick her out, but they threatened her with it. So with the help of her brother, she did a bartending course. She was already a trained barista from her Saturday job at Starbucks, so she had that to fall back on, as well as her freelance photography. She'd overheard her parents talking about withdrawing access to her savings account, so again, with the help of her brother, she emptied it into another bank account. She was more or less ready to move out by herself when her friends brought it up. So she agreed to move to New York with them.
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{ "When I grow up, I will be brave enough to fight the creatures you have to fight beneath the bed each night to be a grown up." }
Dialogue Color: #ed8c72 || Face Claim: Halsey
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NAME
Poppy Jane Burton
NICKNAME
PBJ {friends, jokingly}
AGE
19
HOMETOWN
Seattle, TBC
SEXUAL ORIENTATION
Bisexual
OCCUPATION
Freelance photographer, bartender, waitress, barista
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APPEARANCE
For years, Poppy wore her hair long. The first time she cut it short was shortly before she left for her summer volunteering. She kept it at that length for a while, then eventually let it grow out a bit more. Apparently, when her hair is long, she looks even more like her mother. She got her mother's blonde hair and angular face, and her father's brown eyes and tendency to freckle instead of burn or tan. Emily convinced her to cut it short again, and she's kept it short and layered ever since. Poppy stands at 5'6", around average height, with a slim hourglass figure. She carries more muscle than one would first think upon looking at her, as her entire body is reasonably well toned. She doesn't have any permanent tattoos, but frequently buys good temporary tattoos from an online retailer she's found. he knows how to dress for her figure and build. Her parents always taught her that class was more important than fashion, but lately, she's been trying to strike a balance between the two. She's a fan of fitted t-shirts and either jeans or shorts with oversized jackets. It's very rare to catch Poppy in just a t-shirt and jeans. If she's going to be leaving the house, she'll be a bit more dressed up. She can dress for any occasion and conform to the dress code perfectly. A good teenage skincare regimen kept her skin clear and free of any acne or scarring, and she still has excellent skin today. She usually just wears some tinted moisturiser, lip gloss (or a matte neutral lipstick, depending on her mood), concealer under her eyes, and mascara, occasionally filling in her brows if she feels like it. She can be quite striking when she goes a bit more glam for events, but would much rather take an extra few minutes in bed than spend those precious few moments doing her makeup.
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naive âĻ kind ⧠trusting âĻ loyal ⧠sheltered
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Poppy's defining trait is her kindness. She frequently volunteered at school charity events, usually carries around food and money for homeless people, spent the summer she turned 16 volunteering in Zambia, and has been donating blood regularly since she was 16. All this comes naturally to Poppy; she does it without even thinking. She was raised to be a kind person. And even if she's discovered that her parents aren't the saints they pretended to be, it's one trait she's still determined to carry with her. Her kindness extends to loyalty. The only people she's ever really given up on are her parents, and what they did was inexcusable. Even then, it took her a while to make her mind up. It took some time away from them and some good friends who weren't afraid to tell it as it was. She's still hurting; part of her still loves them, still tries to justify what they did. But she's finding it harder and harder to do so, making her all the more confused as to why she still cares for them.
Poppy had an incredibly sheltered childhood and adolescence. And that still shows. She never realised how truly horrible people can be. When her own parents turned on her, showing that they weren't good people, her world was shattered. She's still taken aback by the complexity of people; still shocked that people who seemed so wonderful could do something like that. She was raised in a world of black and white- these people are good, those people are bad. And she believed it. She still does. She's only starting to come to grips with the fact that people are many things. She can come across as a tad immature as a result, with her Disney Princess-like outlook on life. She trusts people far too easily, and this leaves her open to manipulation. She's not dumb. She's smart, and if you try to manipulate her at the wrong time, she'll realise and will call you out on it. But if you worm her way into her heart, let her believe you really are a good person... then she's much easier to twist and use to your own will. Even now, as she hurts and is still reeling from one betrayal, she's still open to letting people in.
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FAMILY
James David Burton: Father {Alive}
Hazel Mary Burton: Mother {Alive}
Eric William Burton: Older Brother {Alive}
HISTORY
The Burtons appeared to be the perfect family. A boy and a girl- perhaps a bit more of an age gap than usual. But little Eric was always willing to help with his little sister- maybe 5 years was the ideal. Growing up, the Burtons taught their children to be good people. To help others in need. The Burton kids were some of the nicest on the playground- genuine, and seemingly immune to bullies. Maybe it was because even then, the other kids could tell that the Burton parents were important, and not the type of people to annoy. They were rich. James was a prosecution lawyer, and Hazel was the editor of a prominent women's magazine. They came across as good people, but not the type of people you wanted to cross. They would do anything to protect their children.
So Poppy grew up happy. She made friends easily. She was in a number of different extracurriculars, and still found time to play tennis with her parents at the country club. Her first boyfriend was her mixed doubles partner. And she was good, but not too good, not too competitive. She worked hard in school and got good grades. She and her boyfriend broke up because he was moving abroad to college, and she was going abroad to volunteer. It was all on good terms, and they stayed in contact. But it was on that volunteering trip that she first began to question her sexuality. She met a girl. She was tanned and strong and sarcastic and funny, and Poppy fell for her pretty quickly. She came from a good background- perhaps not quite as affluent as the Burtons, but not far off. The girl, Emily, kissed Poppy at their leaving party, and then they fell out of contact. Poppy kept it a secret. It felt like something special, something that was supposed to be a bit of a secret.
But a few weeks before Poppy was due to graduate, Emily turned up in her hometown. Her parents had moved for work, and Emily was going to finish her time in school in the same school as Poppy. For a while, they just stayed friends- but then they were more than that. They kept it low-key. Emily wasn't out either. Poppy didn't dream for a minute her parents would have a problem. Until they walked in on her and Emily. And they lost it.
It wasn't that she'd been keeping her a secret. They couldn't stand the thought of their angelic little daughter being with another girl. They told her that they knew a therapist, someone who could... fix her. She refused to go. They didn't kick her out, but they threatened her with it. So with the help of her brother, she did a bartending course. She was already a trained barista from her Saturday job at Starbucks, so she had that to fall back on, as well as her freelance photography. She'd overheard her parents talking about withdrawing access to her savings account, so again, with the help of her brother, she emptied it into another bank account. She was more or less ready to move out by herself when her friends brought it up. So she agreed to move to New York with them.
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