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Bree Candeau

"I'm not much of a leader, I'll tell you that now."

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a character in “Project Zero: Escape”, as played by Adelphia

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"Always remember that you are absolutely unique. Just like everyone else."

- Margaret Mead





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| Name |
"I snuck out one night and managed to get a look at my records. Rather than being known as Subject #87562, I have a name. I like it quite a lot.
Bree Elaine Candeau

| Nickname |
"Nothing much you can do with Bree. I don't have any ideas, but if you think of something, let me know."
None

| Age |
"I've been dying to try a drink, though I hear I'm not legally allowed."
Nineteen

| Role |
"I've never thought of myself as much of a leader, but I'm all these kids have got."
Rescued Leader

| Gender |
"Ouch."
Female




"Appearances are a glimpse of the unseen."




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| Height & Body |
"I've always been small. Doesn't come in handy much when you're trying to be frightening."
5'2" | Thin and Curvy

| Hair & Face |
"My file said I look like my mother."
Bright Blue Eyes | Long, Blonde, Straight Hair

| Description|
"People tell me often how much I look like my parents. Hearing that really makes me feel good; I have something permanent of theirs that I can hold on to." She has her mother's eyes, her father's hair. She likes both features, though often wishes her hair was a bit longer; it doesn't grow quickly. The blonde waves stop at the middle of her ribs. Body wise, she is toned. Stripes almost always have a natural muscle; hers is just more feminine and isn't easily seen. The scientists said she often looked more like a Flock than a Stripe; small and seemingly fragile.
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"Delve a Little Deeper"




| Likes |
Running | Swimming | Calligraphy | Coffee | Blush Wine | Winter | Snow | Cold Weather | Pretzels | Autumn Leaves | Navy Blue | Her Familiar

| Dislikes |
Rain | Fog | Heat | Humidity | Red Wine | Whipped Cream | Scientists | Labs | Fighting Others

| Fears |
"The only fear I have is fear itself. I hate the idea that there is something out there that can strike me down."
Drowning | Scientists | Death


| Personally |
"The scientists always had trouble recording what I was like; I changed every single day."
There are many layers to Bree. She can be a doll one moment, and a raging wildfire the next. She's been through a lot in her short lifespan, and all of the horrific things she witnessed will show on her face. Her expression may seem emotionless most of the time because she doesn't like to show how she feels. She remains calm in tough situations, but even in the most serene places, horrible images will replay in her mind, and frighten her. She will usually go off on her own to think, weep, or remember.

The girl is also compassionate. Throughout her life as an Other, she had always been a compassionate person. When someone is hurt or in need, Bree will be there to offer a hand to squeeze or shoulder to cry on. She sympathizes with others, and has a strong feel for human emotions. She gets sympathy pains and feelings when around others in distress, and can't help but be there when someone in her group needs her.

Getting close to someone can cause little Bree to become over protective. Tigers tend to be overprotective, but Bree has seen that is becomes worse with age. The older you are, the more attached you become, also making you more protective. She will not let her family be in harm's way. She will not stand to see those she loves in danger.

Over protectiveness comes with rage, and that is something Bree has dealt with before. When her parents died, and she believed it was her fault, she became so angry at the world, at herself for not going with them. She was close to making a big mistake in her life, and it was all because of her anger. Once a match hits the fuse, she'll go off like a bomb and blow out everyone in her path. Her anger only comes in desperate situations, and when she feels everything is falling apart.





“History is a guide to navigation in perilous times. History is who we are and why we are the way we are.”

-David C. McCullough





| History |
"I grew up in the labs, the Institute. Unlike most, I was born in the wild with my mother and father. It was one horrible night when I was too young to remember their faces was the last time I saw my parents. A sneak peak in my file when I was thirteen told me everything I needed to know and wondered about my past.

Since I was natural-born, the scientists had a particular. . . fondness with me. My natural abilities intrigued them, and they conducted a number of studies on me. They tried enhancing my powers; the other mutants who were forced to partake in the same experiment died; I didn't. I am much stronger and faster than other Stripes, frighteningly so. I was asked to become a Hunter, to which I violently refused.

I've been in the labs my entire life, silently putting up with their experiments. Do I hate them? Yes. Would I kill them? The first chance I got. The idea of justifying my parents' deaths sounds so sweet I will have no choice but to jump on the chance should it be presented.





"Familiar"


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| Familiar's Name|
"When I was younger, I decided the easiest way to remember her name was to give her my middle name."
Rayna

| Familiar's Gender |
"The same as me. I couldn't imagine it not being that way. . . "
Female

| Relationship With Familiar |
"She's a part of me. The idea of not being as close as we currently are is. . . sickening."
While most Mutants and Familiars have a bond, the bond between Rayna and Bree is powerful. It was not nearly as strong when they were young. The two could be miles apart from each other for long periods of time without having any side effects. As the two aged, the bond became more intense. Currently, the two cannot be more than two miles apart from eachother for longer than two days. The need to be close is not easily ignored, though it isn't as if either wants to.

When apart, each may get head or stomach pains. Even being close together, Bree and Rayna can feel the emotions and pain the other feels. When Bree was twelve, she broke one of her fingers. Rayna moaned for days after realizing that she was feeling the pain of Bree's broken finger. This bond is the same for other Familiar's and their Mutants, though Bree and Rayna are able to block out these shared thoughts and pains thanks to the countless number of extra experiments the scientists did on them both.




So begins...

Bree Candeau's Story

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"You are my sunshine, my only sunshine. You make me happy when skies are gray. . ."

Her mother's voice sings softly, the child lullaby sounding hauntingly familiar. When she was a child, Bree's mothers would sing this song just before she went to sleep. Sunshine was a nickname her mother gave her, with her golden locks.

"You never know, dear, how much I love you. Please don't take, my sunshine away."

Was it a coincidence that those were the last words she had ever said to me?






The sirens started first. Flashing red lights reflecting off the glass of the tubes the Others were all kept in. The thick glass between them and the scientists kept each of them away from the frantic hustle and bustle. Papers were being thrown around, armed security officers running around, things being locked away and computers being shut down.


Many officials kept glancing back at the contained Others, worried looks on their faces. Turning, Bree noticed the rest of the Others as confused as she was. Never in her many years at the Institute had anything happened quite like this. Of course, there were times when the doors were doubled locked, windows shut, but shutting down the computers? Even after the building was dark and quiet, the only humans on the premises being the guards, the computers are always on, constantly running some kind of program.


Curiosity killed the cat, her mother would always say. As a child she would never help herself, taking the extra step to see what would happen. Once the step had her falling into a lake. Gazing around at the scientists, it seemed Bree was the only one who noticed light spilling from the bottom of one of the window shades. It wasn't bright, perhaps not noticeable for the humans, but her keen eyes could see it. Tilting her head, her brows scrunched in confusion and wonder as it grew brighter, shining off of the metal walls. Unconsciously, she stepped forward.


The wall exploded, bricks and pieces of metal shot in every which way. Humans fell, others ran, and some even were thrown forward from the blast. A stray piece of brick hit her capsule, shattering the glass and breaking the barrier the small other had. A gasp escaped her lips a moment before she fly backwards, hitting her back and head against the wall. Dizzily, she fell. Slowly, she pulled her arms, legs, and head in under herself, trying not to expose herself. Metal, papers, and bricks hit her repeatedly, and unwillingly Bree's eyes started to droop the dizzier she became.

"Please don't take my sunshine away. . ."