BENNETT, Bonnie

[ophelia]

* BONNIE BRIANNA BENNETT !

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When will we see the end?
Of the days we bleed for what we need
To Forgive, Forget, Move on
Cause we’ve got?
One life to live, one love to give…one chance to keep from falling[/center]

full name: Bonnie Brianna Bennett
nicknames: Bon, Bon-Bon, Bree
date of birth: December 25th 1992
date of change: n/a
hometown: Mystic Falls
species: Witch
abilities: Clairvoyance, Pyrokinesis, Hydrokinesis, Telekinesis, Spellcasting, Psionic Attack (ability to cause pain upon a vampire mentally)

height: 5’6”
weight: 120lbs
hair: Chocolate Brown
eyes: Green
play by: Katerina Graham

likes:

• Cooking, Reading, Taking long walks, and being active
  
• Romance Films, Horror Movies
  
• Pizza, Iced Mochas, Chocolate Truffles
  
• Various forms of dance, especially ballet
  
• Music & playing the piano
  
• Cheerleading
  
• Charming boys
  
• Parties and events
  
• Being eclectic, and trying new things; occasionally
  

dislikes:

• Bigotry
  
• Murderous Vampires
  
• Bullying and meanness
  
• Being lied to, used or threatened
  
• Being underestimated
  
• Being caught in the middle
  
• Steven Segal films
  
• Damon Salvatore
  

strengths:

• Her Abilities
  
• Knowledge of the Craft
  
• Intuitive
  
• Brave/Protective
  
• Athletic
  
• She has a big heart
  

weaknesses:

• Her friends are first and foremost her greatest weaknesses. Bonnie would do anything for her friends, and that might lead her to doing something she wouldn't normally do, or not being able to do anything at all.
  
• Somewhat stubborn. She can be set in her ways or decisions and therefore end up doing something she thinks is for the best for everyone, but it might not be so.
  
• Emotional - it can fog her mind, or lead to indecisiveness, bouts of self conflict, or rash actions.
  

fears: Bonnie's greatest fear is death - death and loss of Elena, her friends, or any other innocent person at the volatile hands of a vampire. She is afraid of what the future may hold for Mystic Falls.
secrets: She doesn't have many secrets of her own, other than being a witch and her closest friends are aware of this. For the good of another, she would be willing/capable of doing something and then keeping it a secret.

personality: Bonnie is a charismatic, brave, supportive, good-natured and open minded girl that is quite mature for her age. She is also fun-loving and popular. One of her greatest traits is that she is very opinionated, and would defend her stance fiercely. Rarely is she able to keep quiet about what she thinks is right. And most often her actions are influenced by her strong beliefs or feelings.

Bonnie deeply cares for her friends and is very loyal to them, eager to help them solve their problems or provides honest advice. She is the type who is always there for her friends through thick of thing, ride or die. She appears to have a tendency to worry a lot, especially where Elena is concerned. Bonne still has her limits though. Depending on a situation, or her mood, Bonnie would remove herself from the “equation”. She makes herself unavailable or ‘closed off’ but not for long, especially if it means getting over whatever issues that has come between her and someone else when they are in need of her help.

Bonnie is very intuitive. She can be quite overly emotional. She can ignore certain things when she wants to. She lacks confidence in her abilities, both human and supernatural. However, she is a person who learns and grows. And what teenager isn’t a bit sarcastic and cocky?

mother: unnamed
father: Mr. Bennett
siblings: None
other family: Sheila Bennett (Grandmother - deceased)
other important people: Elena Gilbert, Meredith Sulez, Caroline Forbes
history:
Bonnie was born on December 25th in Mystic Falls, Virginia. It has been her home all her life. For the first few years she lived with her mother and father, however, they eventually divorced. Bonnie was raised by her dad and her grand-mother, whom she was very close to.

At a very young age she befriended Elena Gilbert, she was Bonnie's fist friend and by high school they were best friends - sisters, as they often referred to each other. As the years trickled by their group grew to include Caroline, and Meredith - who went away to New York for sometime.

It was her grandmother who eluded to her being psychic, and about her heritage. Bonnie was skeptical, and treated it as a joke until she begun to display actual psychic abilities. Initially, this freaked her out, but in time, with her grams help Bonnie slowly begun to embrace who and what she is. Under her grandmother's tutelage, she has come along way in learning the craft and honing her powers.

It was really hard on Bonnie when she lost her grandmother after opening to tomb, and exerting so much energy. She was devastated, and blamed Stefan and Damon for her grandmother's death as well as all the things that were going wrong in all their lives. She left town for a while, and in that time she got even more serious about witchcraft. She began learning from Emily's (her ancestor) grimoire. When she came back, she was distant with Elena but eventually made up with her best friend.

Bonnie has taken on a more protective role since her return. She stands up to Damon, and continues to do what she must to keep the people she loves safe.

your name: Ophelia
age: 24
experience: A few years
who you play: No one yet
how to contact you: PM
how you found us: A friend
role play sample:
She woke up to a chill, which pervaded the shadowy bedroom. The sheets had all but been rooted off of her – the thick, mosaic quilt clinging to a leg, as it lay on the marble, floor. Adriana groggily, yanked it up and over herself, exhausted but certain that she wasn't going to fall asleep again. She turned her head to check the clock on the bedside table. It's crooked, little hands told her it was five minutes to nine, in the night. She'd had a four hour nap, one not intended, but there was just something about the New Orleans family house, that lulled her - urged her to rest. And she needed it.

When Ben had changed, becoming the monster he'd admitted he was afraid would emerge, and again overtake his life, Adriana hadn't had an ounce of peace. It had been an increasingly rough time for her. At the start, she had stalked the halls of the public library, with Ethan in tow, and tried her best to find some answer, or solution to getting the Ben she loved, back. After that, she spent the remainder of time being scared because Ben came back, and he begun a routine of watching her, following her, and often times breaking in.

Her hands glided over the baby, bump. It was for his or her sake, that Adriana left New York during the Holidays. He was already being unpredicatable, there was no knowing what he would've done if he'd found out she was pregnant.

Adriana held her stomach with a protective grip, at the thought of anything happening to her baby. Out of the whole ordeal, the child was the best thing to have happened – he or she was the light in the dark. Perhaps, it was more literal than anyone could fathom. Her baby was the last good thing of Ben Carver. And if living with relatives for a while would keep them both well, then so be it.

In total, six months had past. Four of which were absolute torment, until her great-aunt, Caroline called her a week or two before Christmas, insisting she come and spend some time. There was something else about feeling it in her bones, that she should leave the City. That was all it took for Adriana to pack up, and get out of New York – welcomed thereafter at the antebellum mansion, that she grew up in. It was as she remembered too. The old house, now desperate for a fresh coat of paint, tucked in a dark, corner of the Garden District. The fluted white columns, wrapped with vines, and the iron railings festooned with roses. It would seem that even with the changing climates, the flora remained untouched, unaffected. A natural characteristic of the estate, which came as normal to the family, but an oddity to all others.

Snuggling into the warmth of the bed, Adriana closed her eyes. The nightmare that had startled her awake no longer felt real. The feeling of being in danger was waning. With a deep breath, she relaxed her body. Her mind drifted to the summers, when the sun came in dusty, beams through the twisting branches of the surrounding trees, and the flowers left a drowsy fragrance in the air. She remembered playing with marbles on the flag stones.

“Adriana, dahling.” A soft southern voice at the door. Adriana opened her eyes, and turned her head towards the silhouette in the doorway.

“Yes Aunty Carol?” she answered, sitting up.

“Aren't you cold, child? Ah'm sure the heater is off. Your cousin, Michael will fix it up tomorrow. Good wid his hands.” Carol said, as she sauntered into the room.

“It did start to feel a bit cold, yea.,” Adriana admitted, as she watched her aunt make her way to the lamp on the dresser table. She turned it on, illuminating her face, and her green sweater. She had the same curly, as all the women in the family did.

“You hungry?” asked Aunt Caroline, as she looked from Adriana to the curtained, window. She didn't give Adriana a chance to answer. “Peas and rice, curry chicken. It's in the oven. You gotta eat. Keep that boy strong.”

Adriana nodded her head, half smiling. Caroline had been adamant that the baby was a boy. It wasn't new to Adriana, the predictions. Her family fancied themselves....supernatural. And some of it had rubbed off on her. It was the reason she used tarot cards, and was semi interested in the occult. But there was a fraction of her that was skeptical. Regardless of the many coincidences. But then again, there was Ben, who was immortal.

“Why are you so sure it's a boy, Aunty? It could be a girl, it could be both,” Adriana, joked. But her Aunt didn't laugh. She only smirked.

“The same way, I'm sure...” she began. Carol edged towards the window, and gripped the drawn, blinds. “That there's a man outside, looking for you.” She pulled the blinds open, beckoning Adriana over with her finger.

Adriana got out of bed, padding barefoot to the window. She looked out. There was snow, and rain. “Where?” she said in a quivering voice.

“By the willow tree...” pointed Aunt Carol.

“He..he...can't come in here...” stammered Adriana, rushing from the window. She pulled on a blue, turtle neck, sweater-dress, over her night-gown.

“Are the doors locked?” she asked in a panic. She knew full well that doors wouldn't stop Ben, but still she fled downstairs to make sure. Her Aunt slowly in tow.

“He's coming in, whether we like it or not, cherie.”

[Damon Salvatore]