| Full Name: | *rolls her eyes good naturedly* It's Belinda Bernadette Bixby. Can you believe it? How's that for a good joke? My ma must've had a grand sense a' humour, don't ya think so? The nuns at St. Marys always said it was dreadful of me to talk that way about my mother, but don't you think it's true? *grins* Belinda Bernadette? Bixby!? *dramatically* What was she thinking!? *laughs* |
| Age: | I'm sixteen, yes I am. *rocks on her heels a bit* |
| Appearance: | *looks down at herself and heaves a huge sigh* Skinny as a rail pole, Sister Marguerite used to tell me. I guess it's true. I'm a girl, but you'd barely be able to tell. *makes a face* *is, indeed, very thin, with minimal feminine curves, and is of fairly average height* Maybe I'm just a late bloomer. Ya think? *sticks out her flat chest and turns sideways* I'll wake up one morning, and boom there they'll be! *grins unabashedly* I can hope anyway. *shrugs and laughs* Otherwise, I'm just normal looking. Except for my hair. *lifts a long, sandy colored corkscrew curl and sighs at it* It's the bane of my existence, I tell you, the very bane! Except for my freckles. They're even worse. It never ends! *groans, then grins and gets back to the interview* Oh, yeah, and my eyes are blue. Obviously. Anything else? *considers this* If it weren't for my hair, my body, and my freckles, I'd be a raving beauty. *strikes a silly pose* Don't you think? *laughs heartily at herself* |
| Background: | *tucks the aforementioned unruly blonde curls out of her face and thinks about this* There's really not much to tell. *eyes twinkling* I was born out West, a child of the Gold Rush. Mama and Papa would have been rich if it hadn't been for this devious scoundrel by the name of - *stops to think* Dwayne! Dwayne... Dwayson! *giggles, knows you know she's pulling your leg* Anyway, they lost all their land and all their gold to this horrible criminal - 'cause he swindled them, see? - and had to come back to New York. Papa was so ashamed of losing everything that he just disappeared off the train one night in the Rockies, never to be seen or heard from again! And then two days after Mama got back to New York, she had me, and then she disappeared too! I think Dwayne Dwayson got her, but maybe she went to look for my pop. You never can tell. *laughs* *actually, never knew her parents at all, was born at St Mary's, where her mother passed away a few days after her birth* *has lived at the Mission her entire life* As for here - *waves her hands* well! That's quite a story, let me tell you. *grins wickedly* See, there was this boy, he worked at the factory just down the street from the Mission, and - oh, I shouldn't tell you this, you'll think badly of me. *bites her lip* *shakes her head* Suffice to say, the nuns weren't very happy when they found us. *nods meaningfully* *again, is pulling your leg, simply got it into her head that she needed to spread her wings and find her own way in life, and left the Mission orphanage to be more independent* I needed an adventure. *nods sagely* |
| Relationships: | *twirls a curl around her finger* I have lots of those. I love people. *honestly* *is a very loving and open person, and is always trying to do something nice for someone else* *unfortunately for her, her something nice usually backfires in her face* No male people though. *sighs* Well, I mean, I have boy friends, but no boyfriends, you know? Of course you do. *giggles* *is an irrepressible romantic, but has never so much as gone on a date, let alone kissed a boy or had a boyfriend* |
| Other Notes: | *thinks* *apologetically* I'm a trouble magnet. I am. Sister Clara used to just sigh and ask whatever were they going to do with me. *shrugs her thin shoulders* I don't know why it happens. I never look for trouble, it just kind of finds me. *and find her it does, usually in the form of hilarious and embarassing calamities that she always manages to laugh off* Oh, and I'm clumsy. *laughs* I bet you're not surprised about that. It seems to kind of come with the territory, doesn't it? Why, this one time - *goes off on a tangent, spinning a yarn that has some basis in truth, but is wildly exaggerated in the telling* |
