Post by Deleted on Jan 25, 2016 21:35:52 GMT 1
Mary Bennett
Teresa Bennett
PERSONALITY Driven Teresa is a loner and dedicates almost all of her time to her work. She has a strong sense of justice, which drives her to solve a case by any means necessary. She’s prone to biting off more than she can chew when it comes to pursuing criminals and monsters. Caring Despite her difficulties, Teresa is kind, and there’s a vulnerable side to her. But it’s a side people rarely get close enough to see. She keeps to herself and it takes awhile for her to warm up to someone. But if you hurt anyone, be prepared for a vengeful ball of fire. Teresa won’t stop until you pay, even more so if it's a person she cares about. She’s less vindictive with people she knows, but she won’t fully trust you again. Protective Teresa is courageous and very selfless, willing to give up her own life to make sure that others were safe. She is experiencing difficulties in accepting her mother’s death, coupled with her survivor's guilt. She would have done anything to trade places with her, and she blames herself for not doing something, anything. On the flip side, Teresa doesn’t fear death. Such thinking makes her reckless, jumping into danger feet first. Obsessive Once she latches onto something she never lets go. Maybe that’s another reason as to what made her a great problem solver, but that’s also what’s broken her. If someone dies she won’t stop blaming herself and will get revenge at any cost. It’s landed her in hot water with her brother once, and they’ve held it above her head ever since. The time she got too close to a case. Every death, every person she doesn't save is her fault. Everything is on her. She's responsible for everyone. Scared She puts on a front of toughness, and she’s scared that she’ll form an attachment and then something will happen to sever that. Her track record of relationships has proved this. It’s one of the reasons she kept running away from relationships. She didn’t want to give the person the chance to abandon her. To be frank she has trust issues, and doesn't give it out easily, especially to men. HISTORY Before The Curse Mary Bennett grew up in a manor with two older brothers. Her father was a lord, and was away on business most of the time. Mary didn’t mind. She knew he was only doing what was best for the land and their family. Unfortunately he died when she was young, leaving her brothers to care for her. At the age of twenty Mary had many a suitor, but he one she loved the most was the mysterious and rich Mr. Fox. She had met him while visiting her father’s summer home, and fell quickly in love. She only had eyes for him. When she found he reciprocated her feelings, it was a whirlwind romance and they agreed to get married. When Mary asked where they would live, Mr. Fox described his castle, with it’s high walls and deep moat, and where it was. Oddly enough, he did not invite Mary or her brothers to see it. So one day, near the wedding day, when her brothers were out, and Mr. Fox was away for a day or two on business, as he said, Mary set out for Mr. Fox’s castle. And after many hours, she found it. When she came up to the gateway, the gate was already open, and she went trough the door, up the stairs and down the hall, coming to a door at the end of it. Mary opened the door. To her horror she saw bodies and skeletons of young women all stained with blood. So Mary thought it was high time to get out of that horrid place, and she closed the door, went through the gallery, and was just going down the stairs, and out of the hall, when Mr. Fox through the window dragging a young lady along from the gateway to the door. Mary rushed downstairs, and hid herself behind a barrel, just in time, as Mr. Fox came in with the young women who seemed to have fainted. Just as he got near Mary, Mr. Fox saw a diamond ring glittering on the finger of the young lady he was dragging, and he tried to pull it off. But it would not come off. Mr. Fox cursed, and drew his sword, raised it, and brought it down upon the hand of the poor women. The sword cut off the hand, which fell of all places in the world into Mary’s lap. She did her best to stifle her squeak of surprise. Mr. Fox paused and looked around for a bit, but did not think of looking behind the barrel, so at last he went on dragging the girl up the stairs into the Bloody Chamber. As soon as she heard him pass through the gallery, Mary crept out of the door, down through the gateway, and ran home as fast as she could. She gathered her brothers and friends and told them of what she saw, and they devised a plan. Now it happened that the very next day the marriage of Mary and Mr. Fox was to be signed, and there was a breakfast before that. And when Mr. Fox was seated at table opposite Lady Mary, he looked at her. “How pale you are this morning, my dear.” “Yes," she said, “I had a bad night’s rest last night. I had horrible dreams.” “Dreams go by contraries,” said Mr. Fox; “but tell us your dream, and your sweet voice will make the time pass till the happy hour comes.” Mary described her ‘dream’ to him, telling exactly how things panned out. When Mr. Fox rose, presumably to kill her, Mary pulled out the lady’s hand from her dress, and pointed it straight at Mr. Fox. At once her brothers and her friends drew their swords and cut Mr. Fox into a thousand pieces. Eight years came and went, and Mary never took another suitor. She learned more about sword fighting, and as planning to become the first lady knight when the curse hit. After The Curse Teresa grew up in Storybrooke. Her father, an officer, was her whole world to her. He was the protector of the town, the hero that came to the rescue. The good guy that always won. And she wanted to be just like him. Every school has it’s bullies, and her’s was no exception. She got into more than one fight trying to help the weaker kids. At first her father was upset, but then he’d smile and ruffle her hair, saying that she got it from him. But this happiness wasn’t to last. Teresa was 14 when her father died. Shot, trying to protect the town he loved. He held on for awhile, but eventually death claimed him. She was sent to live with relatives in another part of Storybrooke. She had only met them once or twice, but they were kind people, and she was glad that they had accepted her under such circumstances. Her high school years returned with some level of normality after that. Teresa divided her time studying and running. She wanted to become a police officer, to stop people like the ones who had killed her father. She spent more time at the station than she did at home, and the real officers complained of her getting underfoot. The rest of high school was blur of running for Track and Field, pushing herself and getting into shape, as she knew they only accepted the best. Whatever friends she had made fell behind as she got closer to her goal, and by this time Teresa used to being alone. She signed up with the Academy after she graduated, where she excelled at the physical and gun tests. She got stationed in Storybrooke where she spent 6 years working for their police department under Sheriff Graham. Then Emma Swan came and the rest is history, until the curse was lifted. Teresa went to search for her brothers, but found they had died in a car accident. With nothing but gruesome memories of the serial killer Mr. Fox tied to her name, Teresa shed the identity of Mary Bennett, pretending she never existed at all. RP SAMPLE Teresa Bennett awoke with a start, lying face down in a forest that was fast approaching dawn. Her memory on how she got here was fuzzy. She’d been looking for something and then...nothing. Teresa stood up, using one of the tree for support. There was blood on the leaves where her head had been, and Teresa gently probed her face, coming to a large gash on her forehead. She turned around but whatever clues to her state had vanished completely. She leaned against the tree and tried to think. Had she been drugged, kidnapped? Drug dealers had been known to do worse. But why was she free? The familiar weight of her holster dug against her side, a comfort. Why didn’t they take her gun? This was adding up to nothing but confusion. |
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