this used to be a funhouse ;;

[Bonnie Felicity Carter]

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YOU'RE GONNA CATCH A COLD
FROM THE ICE INSIDE YOUR SOUL
SO DON'T COME BACK FOR ME
WHO DO YOU THINK YOU ARE?

FULL NAME

Bonnie Felicity Carter

NICKNAMES

Angel

GENDER

female

AGE

seven-teen

BIRTHDAY

april third

SEXUAL ORIENTATION

heterosexual

POSITION

damaged soul

HAIR COLOR

blonde

EYE COLOR

blue as blue baby

BUILD

petite, fine-boned, feminine

HEIGHT

five’’five

IDENTIFYING FEATURES

belly button piercing

FACE CLAIM

Taylor Momsen

OVERALL

Build &&

Bonnie is fine-boned. With such a loud personality, you would think it would be matched by a loud build. It’s not that she is that short- 5”6, but rather that her shoulders, arms, torso, everything really, is tiny. She’s not flimsy, but at the same time I not sturdy. Delicate but intimidating. Her feet are a petite size six, and she can pull off the miniature dress size of two. In spite of a small stature, she does have lean muscle mass- though no one would believe her unless shown off. Her body isn’t exactly proportioned; legs being miles long and torso pretty short in comparison.

Face && Eyes

Born with an angel’s face, it really is a shame she doesn’t care to model one. Soft, smooth skin has been graced to her, and the same velvet lines have been used to create her cheekbones. They are light, not really that high, and curve to a small, sloped chin. Rosebud lips are tinted light, bubblegum pink, entirely natural. Now, considering Bonnie’s pretty peepers; they often look cat-like, tilted just a bit and thinner at the edges. Being completely honest, she looks better with thinner make-up and eyeliner. When she packs it on, it can have a ghostly, damaged appeal and though she can manage either just fine, she looks a lot more feminine with sweet purple smokey eyes. Their tint are a hypnotizing stormy blue, forever deep. Can you picture the coldest of winters? Frigid waters slamming against the broad face of rocks. Depending on the occasion, her eye paint reflects it. Expect a quick picture in each topic to show her look that day.

Hair &&

Bonnie has never actually dyed her hair. It really is bleach blonde with the smallest hint of brown roots. Naturally, her mane falls tousled- and generally she likes to leave it like that. It takes curl easily though, and therefore takes no more than five minutes to fully spiral. As of now, when wet and straight, it sits just at her shoulders. Sometimes, when attending parties, she will clip in extensions, throwing a more female twist into her look.

Clothes &&

Her style can not be described as feminine. Nor can it be considered tom-boyish. Somewhere in between lies her graphic tank tops and frayed jeans. Her wardrobe consists of a variety of styles- some strangely girly. Bonnie has been known to sport fish-net leggings every once in a while, and constantly adds her signature leather to outfits. She has no problem with short-shorts, with high heels, or with tight shirts, though pairs them with boy shirts, loose sweaters, or things like this. When your parents are rich and bribe you with clothing, you tend to buy whatever you wish. Honestly, her choices depend on her mood- just like her make-up.

Overview &&

With blonde hair, long legs, blue eyes, and a wide array of style choices, Bonnie is a dangerous beauty.

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LIKES

-alcohol
-the wind
-gorgeous men
-chocolate ice-cream cones
-competition
-the rush of adrenaline
-falling
-horror movies
-watching stars
-that feeling when you can’t hurt anymore
-being right
-fire

DISLIKES

-rain
-horses
-losing
-Silver Stars
-being comforted
-wine
-drugs, actually
-her family
-being ordered around
-ignorance

STRENGTHS

-strong-willed
-good talker
-independent and able

WEAKNESSES

-broken
-horribly stubborn
-alcoholic
-never afraid
-has few boundaries

QUIRKS AND HABITS

-will always double check locks before falling asleep
-flinches when men become violent
-roses reap horrid memories and she could possibly break down when around them

SECRETS

-she doesn’t want to be alone

PERSONALITY

Bonnie has a loud personality. This, first and foremost, you should know. She was never really a sweet little girl. She speaks when people shouldn’t speak, and pokes and prods when things should be left alone. Feelings of others aren’t always considered. When her eye is set on something, she gets it. Whether ‘it’ be the man, the prize, or that new pair of sunglasses. And if something gets in her way- it’ll generally be blown away. It’s not easy to keep up with her, as she isn’t satisfied being in one place. Don’t make the mistake of judging her as peppy, though, because she’s a far cry from that.

Another trait is her absolute fear of attachments. Oh, she’s scared. She runs from them. She doesn’t trust them. In fact, she doesn’t trust anything. Within her harsh little world nothing is as it may seem at first. For this reason, she believes nothing. Forever she is running from the thought that someone could shatter her as widespread as her family and her boyfriend did. If looked deeper into this, I suppose you could trace it back to her hard exterior.

Miss Carter is forever stubborn. As a mule. Taking no for an answer never rings true in her curl-covered blonde head. Give her a goal. It will be reached. Tell her to do something, though? Expect it to be cleverly destroyed. She hates being told what to do. Try it, and assume that the opposite will happen. She will do a lot to prove someone wrong, and will continue to do so until she is either right or the person is too flabbergasted to disagree any further. Bonnie doesn’t take help easily, and will carefully avoid being stuck in debt to someone. Even when intentions are true and her rescuer truly cares, she always assumes the worst. That they will eventually want something from her.

Despite her young age, she’s managed to make wrong decisions countless times. Reckless decisions that get her in substantial trouble. She was that mischievous young girl that snuck out of her home, who fearlessly jumped from her windowsill , and messed with her step-fathers allergies. She was devil in the eyes of the older, and a hero in the eyes of the young. She was constantly scolded for being a bad example, but it didn’t deter her. A person either likes her, or they hate her. And she takes it like that just fine.

The very idea of a challenge makes her blood pump. Danger has a similar effect. She’s competitive to all hell and hates losing. Caution? It was thrown to the wind a long time ago. As would make perfect sense, this lady is completely hot headed, and has a short temper. Anger her and feel the wrath. She isn’t afraid to break a nail. Enough said.

The way she toys with the male minds is near criminal. She is a flirty devil- and the way she wraps men around her pinky finger is cruel. Bonnie can mend hearts; but she can just as easily destroy them. Her preference in boys is never the soft and sensitive one. She’s inexplicably attracted to bad boys. Dangerous. Ones she can challenge herself with. Her soul is not easily caught- far from it. Manage to capture her and you may find a complex human being.

Rough stories leave scars. She has not escaped this unfortunate carnage. On the inside, she wants love. But can she ever believe in it? She wants to be wanted. But can she ever open up enough to keep it for long? Some days, she finds herself swimming in tears and she has to scold herself to keep them inside. Her feelings are never given out to others, and she tends to bottle them up and save them for an impending breakdown. Finding her awake at night is not uncommon. She’ll stare to the moon for what seems as if forever- into the small hours of the morning. Judgments towards her come fast, but the past is what makes us, isn’t it? What would have she been like if her father had loved her? If her capacity to care wasn’t diminished?

Bonnie has a fetish for parties. She’ll become anxious if not having attended one in weeks. Yes- she has a major problem: alcohol. She gets to the point where she can’t stop and will reel, doing things she might regret the next day. A party animal, in all the sense of the word. Try to stop her, and she will get very defensive- even aggressive. Bars, clubs, bonfires. It doesn’t matter. At first, she did it to rebel. Now, it’s just a bad habit that is destroying her not only physically, but mentally as well.

No, she doesn’t like horses. At all. She’s never found them smart or ‘enchanting’ and detests the fact that her rehabilitation is based around them. On the other hand, Bonnie loves chocolate. Lame and cliché, but remarkably true. It’s amazing how much sweets she can eat without gaining a pound. However stupid it may be, she enjoys heights and even more so, falling. Don’t ask me why that is, it just is. Finally, her favorite flower is tulips. Bring her a bouquet and I guarantee you will win a couple thousand popularity points.

(Yes. Some of these paragraphs were stolen from some warrior cats that I wrote :3)

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PARENTS

biological mother- Caitlynn Carter ;; 43
stepfather- Trent Storm ;; 50
biological father- Henry Carter ;; deceased

SIBLINGS

ELLA-- step-sister six

PETS

n / a

SIGNIFICANT OTHERS

Micheal Gregory- previous abusive boyfriend
Brooklyn && Dierdre- previous friends

HISTORY

Bonnie didn’t have an easily made childhood. That, I can tell you. What you should know, first of all, is that she was once a sweet enough child. Her father figure, Benjamin Carter, was a missing piece in the puzzle that was her life. He was never around- and for years Bonnie thought it normal to be missing a dad. The earliest of memories was far and few- but she vaguely recalls a slamming door, a weeping woman, and being picked up and ushered from the house. Her mother never showed a weakness in being a single mom, and summer evenings were spent drinking lemonade and painting little nails. They did indeed have a relationship back then, and a good one at that. It was Bonnie and Caitlynn against the world. It would continue to be like this until she turned a quiet eleven.

She had not had any idea they were dating. The first time she saw him was the day her mother announced a marriage. Immediately, Bonnie was defensive. An hour, she hated him. She felt betrayed- how could her she say vows to another man? Weren’t they the only two forever together? Trent was rich. Swimming in money. And being young did not shadow the fact that Caitlynn was currently working three jobs just to keep up with their small home. Was it love? You’d have to ask her. Now, all Bonnie sees it as is a whorey move. Gold-digger. The wedding ended in a ripped wedding dress and an intense allergic reaction on Trent’s part. He was rushed to the hospital. Don’t you think he maybe got the message that he would never be a father to her?

Actually, yeah, he did. Their interaction was short or shouted, and a fallout was always on the brink. Even her and her mom’s friendship had disintegrated, and she had grown bitter towards her. No more lemonade and cotton candy. Living in Trent’s house was convenient. It was so vast and sprawling that she rarely had to see either of them. Merely six months after their wedding, Ella was born. Obviously her mom was knocked up before the proposal. Oh, little Ella. She was perfect. Locks of blonde hair and pretty blue eyes. Bonnie was taken down from the perch of spotlight and yet another soul was added to her dislike list.

Bonnie was turning into a teenager when she heard word from her biological father. She was sitting upon a stallion, looking disgruntled and angry, when Trent called to her. Ridding lessons were not her thing. She stepped into the air-conditioned stable and found her mother with a tight, weak expression on her oval face. ‘Your father is horribly ill.’ She had long since given up attempting to get Bonnie to call Trent anything paternal. The look on her face, of absolutely no care, made Bonnie filled with rage. And pity. But not for her, for her dad. The hospital where he was at was only twenty miles from her home- and even though Caitlynn never visited, she did constantly.

He was in a shaky condition, cancer. Terminal. And even though she knew she’d have to give him up very soon, Bonnie stubbornly refused to stop seeing him. It was probably the most love-based relationship she has ever had. They connected in a way she never thought possible. Suddenly, he was her life. And it was at that moment that he was ripped from her. One day, midway through school, the 14-year old girl was called to the office. She rushed to the hospital, just in time to cling to his frail hand and murmur parting words. Moments before his eyes misted over, he shakily placed a snow-white tulip on her lap, a smile at his lips. Her face was a mess of tears. She cried until she could no longer cry. Then, when nothing was left, she merely felt hollow. Gone. A week after his passing, Bonnie found her mother, head in her hands, sobbing quietly. She had never seen this strong woman looking so frail, so hopeless. And it shook her, maybe more than anything else.

I think Trent made her even more infuriated now that she had met the kind man that was her real father. Any time she could, she would scream in his face. Although her school marks weren’t exactly high, she got by. Mostly, she attended school for the social parts. She was known as queen bee. Everyone envied her and they either liked her or pretended to like her so she wouldn’t make their lives miserable. Soon, her crowd turned into ridiculous partiers. They would house competitions to see who could throw the wildest ones. Bonnie- yeah, she would win. Her giant house was a keen spot. Within a few months, her grades took a nosedive and her alcohol intake upped. Soon, she was a full-on addict. The entire student body knew how wild she was, how fun it was to attend one of her parties.

As boys go, they take advantage of girls. A senior, Micheal Gregory, caught Bonnie’s attention. And she caught his. They weren’t a cute couple, not at all. The relationship was scary, actually. He acted like he owned her, and she was with him only because of his social status. They were a deeply troubled pair, and when they partied it ended in lust and then cold hard slaps. The term used and abused is a reasonable way to explain them. But Bonnie needed to be loved again and though she would never care to admit this, she liked the attention. No matter how bad it was. While Ella became a novel young prodigy, she dated a bad boy. It ended only when Bonnie came across Brooklyn, her best friend at the time, lip-locked with him, in a compromising position. She dumped him, right then and there, and gave Brooklyn a hearty bitch slap as well.

Frankly, Micheal took little acceptance to that. When he tried to get her back, late at night, she pushed him away. Then, his friends hurt her. Hurt her bad. They punched her, raped her, did things she will never speak about again. And they taunted her, and laughed. When the authorities found her, she was on the street, shaking uncontrollably. It took her a month to recover from the pain. Unfortunately, the emotional pain lasted for a lot longer. If people thought her alcohol addiction was bad before, they should have seen her when she was trying to drown out something. Sent to therapy, little Bonnie discovered nothing about herself. The sessions simply made her angrier. Finally, her mother gave up on saving her and shakily let her be.

Obviously luck was not on her side. Trent slipped into illness. It made him constantly weak, always in bed. Caitlynn followed in his mood. She was in despair, at a loss at what to do. After a heated argument, she threw out Bonnie- told her to go to her grandparents. Torment them instead of her. Anything was better than the sickhouse that was Whyte Lane, so she went.

That lasted for about three months. Even the elderly folk couldn’t handle her. The most legendary party ever to take place went down when they were gone. Half the house went up in flames, the field was covered in clothing, and her grandma’s car sat crashed in the fountain. Their expressions were priceless, and Bonnie did not stop laughing from the euphoria for three entire hours.

Though that should have been the final straw, it didn’t come until two weeks later when, in the passenger seat of a two-door car, her mutual friend, drunk as hell, slammed it into an oak tree. One second, she was giggling, making out with the boy she was straddling, and the next she was flung from the front window, hand over her head to cover from the rain of glass shards. Face down on the floor, she looked to her right, seeing Dierdre impaled with a piece of machinery. The car was unrecognizable, and Bonnie watched, helpless, as her friend died right before her eyes. Being so close to dying should have crushed her, should have taken away anything reckless within her. It didn’t. What it did do was push her parents over the edge of dealing with her.

And so, when no one else wanted her, she was shipped off to Damaged Souls, in hopes that just maybe they could uncover the precious daughter Caitlynn had once had. But she isn’t willing to be helped. And what’s a patient without any hope of help?

Quick View &&

-real father leaves
-mom remarries
-ella is born
-real father falls ill
-grows a good relationship with him
-passes away
-starts drinking/partying
-gets abusive boyfriend
-finds him cheating and breaks up with him
-mugged/raped by old boyfriend
-goes to therapy
-step-father also slips into illness
-Bonnie sent to live with grandparents
-burns down half of house
-in car accident where her friend dies
-shipped to Damagaed Soul

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NAME

Bonnie.

EXPERIENCE

Uhh. 4 years? 3 maybe?

REFERRAL

man- I’ve been here before the remodel/reopen.

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