Brielle Merci Vacanti

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Name: Brielle, Merci, Vacanti
Nicknames: None
Age: 17
Orientation: Bisexual
Desired Rank/Job: Student
Powers: Illusions,
Play By: Willa Holland

Hair Color: A darkish brown, with natural light brown highlights.
Eye Color: Hazel, mostly golden brown but with flecks of green.
Any Piercings?None
Any Tattoos?None
Any Scars? None
General Appearance: Brielle was always seen as plain, while growing up. With brown eyes and brown hair , she never stood out among others. As she grew older and people started to notice her her clothing choices became more and more boring. On a daily basis she wears dark colored jeans, and a plain colored shirt. She tries to cover as much skin as possible, and is highly uncomfortable wearing anything that is reveling. Make-up is usually dark or non at all to continue with her theme of trying to stay in the background.

Her skin is very pale, but in most aspects missing blemishes or marks. She has a few red spots on her face, as a part of being a teenager , but on the most part her complexion is fairly clear. There is really only one thing that Brielle will spend time on when it comes to appearance, and that is her nails. Every day you can see her with a new color of nail polish on.
Personality: Brielle is a very complex person. She has both a logical side and a very emotional side.

Her logical side is what keeps her safe, at least the way she sees it. It's what keeps her head grounded and her imagination from running wild. She is very smart, and makes it a point to study everyday. She believes that being smart is the only way to keep herself from floating away into a dream world. While she can be very nice to anyone who speaks to her, there are times when she can become cold. She doesn't know when these moments happen , it's almost like a natural reaction to when she is in her own study world.

And then there is her emotional side, a side that is predominant. She likes to make others happy, and tries her hardest to be nice to everyone. It's hard sometimes for her to understand when this is a bad thing, especially when coming to bullies. It's not as if she doesn't know when people are being mean to her, it's just that it takes her a while to actually be mean or angry back. But her emotional side isn't always so happy. Though it takes her a while to get angry , when she does it's explosive and harsh. In the opposite way, it's super easy for her to get sad or upset at even the simplest of things.

In general, while Brielle is very quiet and shy person, who hides herself in her studies. but when you get close to her, you really start to see her shine with her creative light and joy.

Likes: Brielle likes to: Paint, Draw, Read and Listen to her music .
Dislikes: Brielle Dislikes: Insects, Math, and Rude people
Strengths: Brielle's Strengths: Very intelligent, Creative, and Nice to everyone she meets.
Weaknesses: Brielle's Weaknesses: Gets lost in her own little world, has a hard time telling people off, and tries to stay invisible to people.
Fears:Brielle's Fears: Hurting someone. Losing her family forever.
Secret: Brielle has a secret desire for someone to understand her completely.

Father:Alexander Vacanti/ 37 / Works as a teacher in their hometown middle school
Mother: Marissa Vacanti/ 35 / House Wife
Siblings: Ashton Vacanti/ 6 / goes to hometown elementary school
Any Other Important People:Isabelle Vacanti/Deceased (Brielle's Grandmother )

With a population of 841 people, it's hard for a girl to get noticed, especially a girl who is considered plain. That was how people saw Brielle Vacanti in Blackwater, Arizona. She had always been a plain simple girl, whom sometimes had big dreams. She fell head over heels in love with painting the day she came into contact with her first paint brush. Her young life revolved around the idea of new adventures in the world of creativity. Her parents were very supportive of her dreams. And when she would paint them out on the walls or babble on and on about them at the dinner table, they would just smile and nod.

Yet not everyone saw her creativity as a thing to support. To most her love of the arts was strange. Many people in Blackwater would grow up to run local businesses or work on something better for the community of the town. For someone like Brielle to wish to spend her life chasing paint around on a canvas , was considered to be freakish. She grew up knowing that when people called out freak or loser , that they meant her. Stupid or dumb became like a second name to her. It was mild in elementary school, the children being to young to understand what was wrong with her dreams. But as she grew into middle school the bullies got worse.

So to keep herself from safe from the future bullying , Brielle tried to change herself into someone that others liked. She threw herself into her studying, making sure that everyone could see how dedicated she was. And while being a nerd wasn't going to be praised, it was still better then when everyone thought her as being strange.

But she never lost her passion for art. Even though she had advanced placement classes, math and science club, and was one of the top students in her class, she still came home to find her artwork waiting for her. It was only when she was painting did her true joy and happiness shine through.

High school made life less complicated for her. She became more involved with school, and basically made herself invisible to others. Brielle liked it better that way, you couldn't be bullied if they couldn't see you.

It was about a week after her 14th birthday that her life changed.

She was sitting in her kitchen eating a slice of leftover birthday cake and laughing with her father. Out of both her parents it was always her father that she felt closest to him. They would make jokes and laugh about practically anything. Her Father always said that Brielle reminded him so much of his own mother, whom passed away when Brielle was 9. Brielle aspired to be like her Grandma Isabelle, smart, helpful and independent. And though her death was 5 years ago , Brielle still missed her very very much. She could just see her grandmother standing next to her Father washing dishes. She could almost paint the picture in the air. She wished her father could see the image of his mother again.

It was then that Brielle noticed her father staring at something at the sink, it was only for a few moments, seconds really , but if you looked hard enough you could see her father staring at the fading image of his mother washing dishes. Brielle knew that it couldn't be real, she had just thought of her father seeing his mother, and then he did. But it felt real, so real that she could almost smell the dish soap she was using. After she told her father what had happened and asking him why it happened, he quickly got on the phone to the Phoenix police department. While he knew that all police departments were supposed to have information on meta-humans, he was worried about what a small town department would do.

It was only 3 days later that a representative from Hammel Institute came to their home and spoke with Brielle's parents and her. They gave her information on the institute and why it would be good for her to go there. With her parents blessing and a deep breath for courage, she packed her backs gave her brother a kiss goodbye and started on her journey to The Hammel Insititute.

Hammel was a strange experience for Brielle. When she first came to the Insititute she thought it would be like every other school she went to. She braced herself for the bullying and indifference that she faced everywhere else. But once she really started to notice the people who surrounded her, she realized that they were unlike any other place she had ever been. No one at Hammel criticized her because her dream was only focused on art. She didn't feel different or strange in the Insititue, she felt almost normal.

She still buried herself in school work, she had gotten to used to hiding to just quit. She tried to let herself go a little more around others, but it was hard for her. She knew that sometimes she could just get lost in her own fake world of education, and be cold to people. Her first 2 years at Hammel was great, but in the end spent alone. She couldn't blame anyone else but herself for that. She made no effort to make friends, though she tried to be nice to everyone she met. Because she had such low expectations for herself coming into Hammel, she didn't see why people would be her friend. But once she relized how different everyone was compared to the people who resided in Blackwater, she thought it was to late.

It was at the end of her 2nd year at Hammel Insititue that Brielle realized that something had to change. She couldn't just keep going through with her schooling without help. She was having trouble controlling her power, she could be just be sitting in class and suddenly someone would see a random image in front of them for a few seconds and blink away. She tried to control them, she worked very hard on keeping them under her rein. But she had no one that she could talk to about her issues. Not just about her power issue, but about how she was homesick time to time, or about how hard a class was for her. She couldn't talk to anyone about anything going on with her, because she never made friends. So on her 17th birthday she made a vow to herself that this year at Hammel she would be better. She would go out there and make an effort to make friends. She would find people in the Insititute that she could talk to about anything. She made a vow that no matter what she would try. If this meant sitting out in the common room instead of locking herself in her room the moment she got to the dorm, then she would do it. If it meant she would have to talk to people first then she would do it. She would do anything she meant to make her 17th year the year she changed herself for the better.

Mona stood outside as the cold air blew her hair away from her face. She shivered as she waited for Dolores to get done for the night. Usual she got a ride home from someone at the club but Dolores had asked Mona to come and giver her a ride home tonight. And Mona being the friend she was said yes she would. What Mona didn't realize at the time was that she had to park around the block and had to wait outside the club for Dolores. She would of waited in her car but she was afraid that Dolores wouldn't see her so she stood there in the freezing cold. Her double breasted coat went down to her knees which kept some of the wind away, but the dark jeans and heeled boots that she wore underneath it were not made for standing in the cold. She crossed her arms over her chest as men passed by her eyeing her up and down like a piece of meat. She was glad she was into women , they were much more subtle when checking Mona out on the street. Not that Mona didn't like the attention, it just made her feel better about herself.

Mona tapped her foot as she hummed to herself. She looked up at the lights of the buildings that made up of New York. She had never understood as a child the appeal of them, but now that she was older she understood the attraction. It was in human nature to love things that seemed other worldly. She often wondered what made something worthy of being named beautiful. She knew people thought that Lo was beautiful, which Mona agreed, but she wanted to know what made it that way. Was it fate or genetics, a random draw of straws or a perfect science that was accurate. Her own mother had once been beautiful, so beautiful that men fell down on their knees for her. Now she was nothing but a wrinkled hag that didn't know the days of the week. It was Mona's mother's fault why she rarely drank anything, the smell of vodka made her sick to her stomach. She couldn't stand the effects of alcohol one people, the drug that burns you from the inside out until your nothing but a ghost of your former self. Alcohol was another reason she couldn't go into the warm club to wait for Lo, all those drunk men plus the stench of alcohol would be too much more Mona.

Mona watched as men started to pour out of the club and moved out of sight. If the guys were leaving it meant Lo was done inside and she could get out of the cold soon. This excited Mona to no end, she personally hated the cold, which was why one day she would move out of New York and go someplace warm, like Santa Fe or California. Someplace quiet though, although New York had a certain appeal to people, it became quite noisy. But it wouldn't happen till she was done in her career, New York was the perfect place for her to start her career in therapy. She had always dreamed of having a job one day that would help others, to help those with the same issues as her though was her goal. Many people go through the world troubled and in pain and she wanted to put a stop to that, any small way she could. And if New York was filled with anything, it was with people who needed help. She may be a "sucker" or a "sap" because she volunteered with suicide patients and gave money to the homeless, but it was all for the better good of the people she wanted to save.

Mona hummed a few more bars from her favorite song as she waited for Lo. She smiled finally whenDolores came out of the club and walked towards her. Moan frowned as She noticed that Lo's jacket was too small and wasn't nearly long enough to keep her protected from the cold. Mona sighed and took her jacket off and wrapped it around Dolores' shoulders. She always felt a need to give everything to Lo and if she asked for it Mona would give it to her without hesitating. Lo was her best friend and Mona didn't want her to get sick. So Mona would just walk to the car in her tight long sleeve sweater. But she just smiled at Lo and pretended she someplace warm. Because she would face a thousand blizzards without a jacket if it meant her BFF was warm.

Name: Um well everyone just calls me Bri, or The Random Thought Generator , but Bri is shorter
Age: Almost 18
Experience: 6 years now
How Did You Find Us? Google
Ready To Play? I volunteer as tribute! (AKA Yeah I'm soo ready)