Bennett, Keira

[Keira Bennett]

I N T R O D U C I N G

Keira Gemma Bennett
I've always been the kind of girl
That hid my face
So afraid to tell the world
What I've got to say

The Basic's to You:

Name: Keira Gemma Bennett
Nicknames: The Brit, New Girl
Age: Eighteen
Gender: Female
Sexuality: Straight
Occupation: And that is?
Major: Dance, Singing, and Acting

The Basic Appearance:

Celebrity Claim: Frieda Rose

hair color: Blonde, naturally, but currently dyed brunette
eye color: Brown
height: touching five foot eight
weight: your kidding?

Fashion sense: As rule Keira is pretty smart in the sense that she'll wear a lot of blouses however, with blouses come pencil skirts and the highest of heels; she's no slut, but a lady should always stand straight and given her bad posture without them she's forever trudging around in them to improve herself. Given that she‘s spent a few years in the south east of England her skin tone isn‘t one you can easily compliment; pale pastel shades wash her out and extremely dark shades make her appear sickly so, greens, reds, blues in medium hues are generally her style. Jeans are usually skinny fitted to make the very most of her long, slender legs and she‘s the type able to get away with form fitting shirts without the fear of ‘love handles‘ showing on the sides.

At home, she fits in with the scene/artsy stereotypical group; beads, lockets on thirty-two inch chains, rings on her thumbs and wedding fingers; most of the metal on her is silver, and real silver at that Gold may have suited her mother but it has a habit of looking rather tacky on her probably because of her style of dress. It rains a good 200 days a year in England therefore pea coats, macks, hoodies, and long, button up coats are forever with her and she has an unhealthy obsession with scarves.

Albeit she has plenty of money but she'll mix and match vintage with new on a daily basis giving her a style that you really can't copy to be perfectly honest with you. Don't be shocked if you see her in a one off Chloé dress, tartan Wellington boots, and diamond studs; it's a cross between Paris Hilton, and Sienna Miller- boho, meets Paris Chic.

The History Within your Eyes

Family:

• Father: Frederick James Bennett; fifty-two; fashion designer
  
• Mother: Clara-Juliet Bridgette Madison; forty-one; deceased; once one of the top ten British Models to ever walk the runway
  
• Siblings: William George Bennett; twenty-two; currently studying at Cambridge University
  
• Pets: -

Likes:
English literature; Jane Austen more specifically
Her music
Dance
Piano
Swimming
Being at work

Dislikes:
Distrust
Liars
Fakes
Mediocre music
People assuming she's stuck up and spoiled because of her family.
Pity, and people offering sympathy; her mother's death was far too long ago and even though she'll never be forgotten, the pain and suffering has faded.

Strengths:
Piano- she’s been playing since she could remember and has a talent inherited from her mother
Singing- another Madison trait.
Loyal- Keira, despite the life she was brought up in, still knows family values, the rules of friendship, and manners.
Old English; thee, thou, art- you get the picture.

Weaknesses:
Her determination; she refuses to let things drop and although it's isn't completely a bad thing, it has it's downside.
She gets flared up pretty quickly but she doesn't actually let it show; when she does allow the veil to slip it isn't pretty.

Habits:
If she happens to spot a piano it's like a moth to a naked flame.
Her inability to match like a normal person is something she can't sort out. Her mother taught her to wear whatever she wanted with fear of mockery.
She'll speak her mind but she'll speak it in a hushed tone.

Flaws:
She's afraid of not reaching her full potential like her mother hence her reason for giving it all or nothing.
Self doubt plays a huge part in her somewhat reclusive side.
Occasionally, she'll prejudge people by their attitude without thinking that perhaps they're having a bad day or are just a little off.

Background: Keira was born in the south east part of England but was swiftly flown across the globe to Paris, France for the first few years of her life. Her mother, while being a model, was still extremely talented when it came to music and dance probably because of her French, theatrical background. Piano was the first musical tool learned and with it, over the years, vocal lessons, guitar, and, briefly at least, violin. Spared most of the spotlight Keira spent the majority of her childhood years by the side of her nanny, Alice. The young girl didn't mind; she learned the beauty in literature, and the grace that came with dance more specifically ballet however, the latter didn't play much of a role in the end. While her body shape, and elegance may have suited the style, her mind found it tedious and with it's faults. Catholic schools with found, dorm rooms were shared and Keira grew to accept that she wouldn't ever be there for very long. With fashions shows frequenting more and more as she grew up Keira saw more airports, and planes than a pilot would in his life time.

Hitting fourteen, Keira began understanding the world she was in and, eventually accepting it, began learning ways to blend in, and be apart of it without being tainted by it. The sidelines, and half flickers of lights weren't ever fun but they were what was part of supporting her family. Boarding schools came and went, Institutions for Girls became the last words coming from her lips when asked about which school she was attending but all the neglect, and faux afflictions aside Keira had her piano, her guitar, her books and her own world.

At fifteen, while attending St. Mary's School for Girls, Keira received news of her mother's death. Devastated, Keira found herself burying deeper within her written work, her reading, and her playing and by doing so officially done a great job in hiding away. For a fifteen year old to be as reclusive as she was certainly not normal and the only way her father could help, though it wasn't helping at all, was to pull her from her schooling and set her up with a tutor. The work piled up, and under the pressure of it all, while not fully mourned the loss of her mother, Keira cracked cue the spell at the looking mental health ward. Sixteen, Seventeen, the ages dragged passed along with the bad publicity; when an rising star falls from grace, model's daughters earns herself white walls - the headlines were steadily growing more vicious as months went by and still, Keira professed her sanity.

At Eighteen, people started listening to her and she eventually got released and while not exactly a happy young woman she was certainly freed. Her father, knowing it wouldn't do well to be around her childhood memories, and thus the memory of her mother, moved his 'sick' daughter to New York, enrolled her into the Academy and left her to her own devices.

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A more profound look into Keira and you’d can probably tell that this girl is as pure as the water she sips on. Never kissed, never smoked, never let a spot of alcohol touch her lips; I’m sure you get the picture, right? None of the above never really appealed to her but that doesn’t mean she’s a total wet blanket on the contrary she’s the type to draw all eyes on her without being intoxicated. Modelling under her father’s orders has made her shy for the most part but with her English charm and accent she’s defiantly got that sparkle to her without most seem to adore.

All this aside, Larkin brings forth another side to her, and one with claws. Snide, and bitchy he usually gets the fangs whenever he's near her for his arrogance.

The Puppeteer

Name: optional
Age: un deg wyth
experience: Over a year
contact info: PM
Secret Word:chocolote cookie

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[Sid Phillips]