Description

Breenan's got a certain structured face that makes her look completely and utterly vulnerable, and she hates it. Her expression is more or less sad, nervous, or uncomfortably awkward in most cases. It's not that she means to look like this, but her eyes are a tad to big, lips positioned in a slight bend downwards-nothing dramatic-, cheek bones angled high, and an intense gaze that could make anyone feel threatened. In the light Breenan's hair almost looks auburn but if you mention this you'll get a quick retort of some imperfection on your body. The brown locks are often seen pulled back - with the bangs still just above her honey eyes- with some sort of hair clip, head band, or an indian-related items. Breenan is always adorned in some sort of vintage outfit, whether it be the faded flowery, thigh high skirts, sagging tank tops that show the bra, or white sundresses that are much too big for her 5' 5", 115 pound body. Her favorite color would have to be black; it makes her tan stand out slightly more than it would in a brown shirt, and in a white shirt it would stand out too much; and the brown hair with black makes her look older. She hates her age. As for tattoos, she's got one. On her inner left arm the words "May the bridges I burn light the way" are inked in cursive. Her parents found it silly and useless, but to her it means a lot.

Personality

Breenan can, and more than likely will, come off as snoody. Mainly because she is; to a point at least. The woman likes her personal space. If it's taken away from her, she'll be sure to tell you. Tension radiates off her skin like a perfume; she's always on the alert for any mishaps or dangers. Breenan is perfectly fine with the way she is. If she let's no one in, there's no worries of them judging her true self or changing her. Her true self, though, is quite the same except for the pinch of shyness, some playful moments every now and then, and the occasional hyper moment after she's just had her cup of coffee in the mornings; she spends these times in the confines of her house. Maybe it's the fact that she's gotten an obnoxious brother, or the simple answer of her taking on her mother's traits, but she never speaks unless spoken to in most occasions unless she spots the kid she's crushing on. And even then she rarely speaks. The drunk side of her..Well. Breenan doesn't own a drunk side. Drinking isn't something she fancy's, along with drugs, pills and things of that sort that allow your body to relax and reveal a side she would rather keep to herself. Not being able to recall the night before would get on her nerves too much. Being drunk is something she's experienced once on her 21st birthday. After that, she's decided that drinking is not for her. Lot's of people get the idea that she's a heavy drinker just because she's a bar tender, when the truth is she loves to watch people ruin their lives by just one drink. This 23 year old has seen some pretty amusing drunks.

History

No, her parents did not die in some freak accident. They didn't get killed in a car crash, and they sure as hell haven't been murdered by masked men that magically appeared in their house. Both 'mommy' and 'daddy' are still kicking, still breathing, and are very alive. Too alive for their own good, Breenan always says- not too their faces of course; that would result in them not calling her for weeks on end. It's happened a couple of times actually- it wasn't that she minded the quiet absence of her phone ringing every day; it was more soothing than not. As she had always promised to her parents, Breenan was out and on her own at age 18; how far she moved? Not too far, but far enough that she couldn't see there house which was good enough for her. College, for her, was something important. A motivation of life, and -basically- the only way she would continue to have life; money no issue for her now that she would soon be taking up a job in the doctor's office as a nurse. She major's in the medical field, ignoring the frequent parties and staying home to study late at night. At the moment, however, she's a bartender at the local bar only a few blocks away from her dorm she currently resides. Her brother, whom she normally declines to claim, has invited her to 'The' party of the year. After hours of persuasion and only a few minutes of annoying her, her lovely brother has finally gotten her to attend.