Name: Brianna Fletcher - Age: 22 | FC: Kristen Stewart
This character is taken.
‘This war, it’s like a nightmare we can’t seem to wake up from.’
Before the War:
At just sixteen years old Brianna disappeared, without a letter of warning to either her parents nor her friends. She was a dreamer as most people in Canston said, never believing she’d follow through with any of them, which often made her doubt herself. She thought if she stayed in this small town all her life, she’d never get the chance to try so just months after her birthday, she packed her bags and left, without having any intention of ever looking back. The life she wanted, was a lot harder than she believed it to be and the decision to leave her home and her family, was one she soon began to regret. Canston was small a safe. Back there she could turn to people that loved her whenever she needed help, without those people in her life, Brianna struggled. No home, very little money and only the small amount of clothing she’d packed to take with her, she was thrown into a very big world and within seconds of leaving the safety of her hometown, all she wanted to do was go back. She managed to get a small job, though it didn’t pay very much and a small flat in the city, that she struggled to keep. Her dreams of becoming an dancer seemed further away than ever, now it felt like she was onto impossible dreams. Though she wanted to return home so desperately, she wasn’t entirely sure she’d ever be able to face it. Those she had grown up surrounded by her entire life, would be the first to say I told you so and that was the last thing she wanted. Brianna had always been the type of girl that was a big dreamer, she’d always known what she wanted to be in life and a lot of people tended to think she was a little naive. She had always had the kindest of hearts, never being judgemental and always listening to those that needed someone to vent to. Back home she had so many friends, something that pained her to think about and knowing they probably hated her a large amount for leaving them. She has a kind heart and has always liked to see the good in others, no matter who they are or what they’ve done. Though she has always been a bubbly and bright person, who’s rarely in a bad mood, when someone does get on the wrong side of her, they’ll find she’s not the sort of person you want to cross.
Six years later and Brianna has finally returned home, although she wasn’t welcomed with open arms. Her parents were furious, having thought for years that something bad had happened to her and that they’d never going to see her again, or at least not alive anyway. Some of the friends she’d had before she’d left had moved on, while others were still angry from all the stress she’d put them through over her disappearance. She turned up on her parents doorstep just three weeks before the invasion, apart of her hating herself for not coming back sooner, maybe if she would have known this was going to happen, she would have been able to at least spend a bit more time with the people she loved. The day of the invasion, her mother and father were still mad at her for the things she’d done. Though they loved her and would never truly give up on her, they couldn’t help but be disappointed for how she’s upped and left, without having the decency to at least leave them a letter saying goodbye. Her mothers scream was was the first thing she heard and a sound that will burned into her memory forever. She’d been sent up the attic to fetch down some boxes which had been with her feelings over three years ago when her family finally gave up on the hope of her returning home. When soilders marched into their home, she’d been just about to bring another down when she heard her mother, dropping the box without thinking and rushing quickly to help. It was her father stopped her, whispering for her to be quiet with tears streaming down his face, it was the first time Brianna had ever seen him cry. She hid there for hours after her father closed the attic, too afraid to move in case they were waiting for her. What did they want with her family? How could anyone do such a thing to people? She’d heard gunshots but she’d tried not to question in, telling herself everything was fine and holding onto the hope that maybe, it was all just a horrible nightmare. When she did leave the attic, she realised it wasn’t a dream or a night terror, it was reality.
Now, just like the everyone else is has managed to hide and avoid being captured, Brianna just wants to save her family. She doesn’t know whether they’re dead or alive, though she has wanted to go to the showground so many times since the dreadful day of the invasion. It’s been hard on her and she feels like by letting them take her parents, that she’s lets them down again and she’ll do anything to save them, even if it means getting herself killed. She’s now spent a couple of weeks in Hell with some of the others, though she doesn’t plan on staying there very long. Once she’s gotten a place or some sort of idea on how to save those she loves, she’s going to go back into town and do whatever it takes, she’s not ready to give up.
This war, it's like a nightmare we can't seem to wake up from. My name is Brianna, I'm 22 and that's all you need to know, really. If you care to know anything else, just talk to me, I don't bite.