Name: Brynn Franklin

Nicknames: Whatever ridiculous name her family comes up with.

Age: 17

Gender: Female

Sexuality: Hetero

In Depth Appearance: Standing at roughly five-foot-six-inches, Brynn (and her twin sister) were both shorter than the average females of their extended family. With a slim frame, beautifully defined facial features, and a bit of thickness in all the right (or wrong, depending on who you ask) places, Brynn still found herself falling into self-consciousness and barely enjoyed her own reflection. As of late, she keeps her hair buzzed or cropped, and proudly wears her relatively new “black rose” tattoo on the right side of her neck.

Habits//Quirks//Oddities: Usually she finds herself humming or singing to music that's only playing in her head, especially when nervous or anxious. Occasionally talks to herself, and maybe even answers her own questions out loud. She also comes off as a bit of a germaphobe, washing or sanitizing her hands quite often throughout the day. And a useful, but still rather unusual, is being able to nap just about anywhere, almost like a cat.

Hobbies: Brynn enjoys drawing and painting more than just about anything else. Running and swimming comes in a close second.

Likes: sushi, drawing, painting, running, watching Netflix, swimming, frappuccinos, and occasionally smoking Marijuana

Dislikes: Stuck-up attitudes, cold weather, crowds, waiting, body odor, being touched, airplanes, hypocrites,

Personality Traits: Borderline Extrovert | Imaginative | Impatient | Self Deprecating | Anxious | Impulsive | Picky | Perfectionist (especially with her artwork)

Personality: To say that Brynn speaks her mind would be an understatement, because when the girl takes issue with something (which seems to be quite often) her opinions are given whether anyone wants it or not. Other times, however, she can be quite calm and reserved, delving into her artwork or ignoring everyone around her with headphones and good beats. Really depends on the day or perhaps phases of the moon. Who knows? Even though the relationship with her family is rather strained, she still loves them but doesn't always want to show it in any obvious way. Her sister, Ella, is probably one of the only people in the world that understands her random though patterns, and angsty attitude toward life, but she still gets on her nerves regardless.

History:
“Seventeen and clearly you have life figured out!…”

Brynn was tired of hearing that line quoted by her parents on nearly a daily basis, sometimes indirectly aimed towards her sister Ella, but always meant for her twin who couldn’t have been more different on many levels. But what the hell was wrong with being “different”? Just because you were born into wealth, or your parental units were some kind of significance to society, did that mean you had to be just like them and all their disgusting friends? Friends. That word is about as laughable as it’s meaning, whatever that was. When you had money, “friends” could easily be bought, which Brynn was pretty sure had been the secret to her parents success in life, as was most likely the same for the rest of the adults on Rosefell island.

But it didn’t always seem like this…

Growing up Franklin was far less stressful and demanding as a kid, and both Brynn and her identical twin sister were inseparable, one could even say, the best of friends if there ever could have been such a thing. There were no secrets between them, and whether at home or in school, they had each other’s back no matter what challenges they faced head on. And the practical jokes and pranks, oh man, legendary if the Franklin kids could boast about anything. Each Summer they couldn’t wait to see the other kids on Rosefell island, where the memories made were something to look back at and smile about. Mom and Dad were great parents, and while they worked their asses off to provide all the creature comforts and then some, it seemed their attention slowly but surely fell onto Ella, their “golden child”, as her twin sarcastically referred to her. Aside from their personalities, likes and dislikes, and a myriad of other aspects veering in different directions, Brynn just couldn’t figure out why Lewis and Lana saw her sister in a more positive light.

Of course, it might have had something to do with a natural fit into deviant behavior that drove the Franklin parents bad shit crazy just about every day, or perhaps the slipping of grades, sneaking out of classes to go hang out somewhere else, backing dad’s car into a fire hydrant, or a laundry list of shenanigans that has essentially railroaded future chances of Brynn finding positive favor in her parents eyes. Mid-teen years fast approached, and the bond that once kept both sisters inseparable was quickly deteriorating, and the girls found themselves more isolated from one another. As it usually was, boyfriends came and went, and while Brynn wasn’t all that interested in most of the guys that came a long, she made it a point to scare away those who actually liked her twin, and even on a few occasions, bickered over a guy who they both happened to like. But in the end, Brynn just wasn’t the “boy crazy” type and quite caring about relationships of the heart. Her love of art consumed most of her time, as she kept to her sketching and painting, or visited art galleries from time to time hoping to one day have her figurative work displayed for people to enjoy. On the island, her friendships with the other kids wavered, as even their lives have changed from when everyone was younger, but she still hangs with a few of the ones she can tolerate. It was only a summer after all...

Brynn loved her parents and sibling, but as time passed, she just felt less like part of the family, and kept to herself or spent time with the locals of the island, some she already knew, or maybe even strangers-turned-friends. She knew she was different from her sister, and each time she looked at Ella, she became angry because they were essentially identical, so Brynn took the only logical and extreme course of action: she shaved her head and got a tattoo. Needless to say, this sent Lewis and Lana over the edge as punishments came and went, each taking away some privilege that otherwise had little effect on the girl. Yep, the youngest born Franklin twin wanted to be a rebel, and she was certainly treated as such.

_Name
Adelaide Raye Cabernet
<sub>❀ Daisy
❀ Del

Age</sub>
15
_Gender
Female
_Sexuality
Exploring
_{Face Claim}
Daria Sidorchuk
_{Dialogue Color}
Pastel Pink


_{In Depth Appearance}
Daisy is all smiles and perfectly styled strawberry blonde hair, designer outfits and impeccable style. She inherited her mother's height, standing only at 5'3 (although she hopes she still has some growing in her), and her father's long limbs, so despite being short, she's leggy. Her go-to outfits are usually matching two-piece sets, with either soft pastel colors or beautiful floral patterns. She has a different hairstyle each day, never repeating for the week if she can help it. There are no tattoos or scars or any blemishes on her skin, and she takes care to maintain her fair complexion. Freckles dust her nose and cheeks, but there's nothing she can do about that.

Those who don't know any better would think Daisy a pillar of natural elegance: slim and shapely, bearing almost regal. Her gait is light and airy, as though she's gliding across the ground with her quick, tiny steps, with naught a care weighing her down. She's got her mother's effortless politician charm in her bright, inviting smiles, and her father's oozing confidence in the steely glow lighting up her eyes. Those who don't know any better would envy Daisy for hitting the genealogical jackpot--after all, she doesn't have to work hard for anything, right?

But there's a reason they say not to judge a book by their cover, and Daisy is proof.

In truth, this supposed elegance she possesses is superficial, only something mustered and willed with a lot of resolution, honed after years and years of practice. It's not inherent. Daisy can be pretty to look at, but when you look closer, you can see the blood, sweat, and tears that fuel her. She wakes up early to exercise, eats healthy and rarely indulges to keep her figure. She pores through fashion magazines and binges how-to make up videos on youtube. She stresses over every outfit choice and hairstyle and takes to heart that perception of her is a reflection of her family. The last thing she'd want to do is tarnish the Cabernet name.


_{Habits//Quirks//Oddities}
❀ Scrunches her nose when forcing herself not to enjoy something she clearly likes
❀ Blasts classical music on her headphones when she needs to stay focused on a task
❀ Digs her nails into her palms when she's anxious
❀ Ties her hair up in a ponytail when she Means Business™

_Hobbies
❀ Singing. Daisy's a great singer, but doesn't have a lot of free time to devote to her craft, even though she desperately wants to. Mostly, she sings her heart out when there's no one else at the treehouse
❀ Instead of writing a diary, writes about her day to a penpal instead (like with an actual snail mail, not IM or text or email)
❀ Running
❀ Watching cheesy RomComs

_Likes
❀ Lemon cakes
❀ Dogs!
❀ Being praised
❀ Seeing her family get along
❀ Love stories
❀ Disney movies
❀ Rain

_Dislikes
❀ Failing
❀ Not being able to see her siblings as frequently as she would like
❀ Frogs
❀ Swimming (shh… she still can't swim)
❀ Gossip and people that spread them around


_Personality
Daisy is like a luxury crystal vase, always half-full and never half-empty, decorated with pretty jewels. She radiates authenticity and is very much genuine to a fault that you might even feel bad if you were to trick or fool her (at least the first time). The world she prefers to see isn't fraught with crises and quandaries, but is instead filled with pregnant possibilities and opportunities, of romantic notions that would have been quelled long ago had she not have the immense privilege she's had all her life. Daisy is a perfectionist, an overachiever, and a people pleaser; quite a dangerous combination when she hasn't gotten a taste of the world beyond her gilded gates. The side effect of getting everything you’ve ever wanted and needed is… well, thinking you can get everything you want. Rejection and failure are strangers to her, and as such, she is perfectly ill-equipped to cope when it inevitably happens.

The occasional prick of reality isn't enough to completely break Daisy's rose-tinted glasses, though. Impossible is only another word for challenge, and she never backs down from one. She is enthusiastic and passionate in any and all matters, and so dogged in her endeavors that she'll likely wear you out with her persistent smile. No matter how much of a space case she can be, she is at heart a Cabernet, and she will succeed.

Unlike her rebellious siblings, or perhaps shaped by it, Daisy is a goody-two-shoes who likes getting attention and affirmation from her parents, siblings, and friends. At home, she is often the peacemaker, the one running around doing everything possible to make sure her parents and siblings aren't at odds. With everyone else, she is trusting and too eager to help and to please. Her loyalty is as undying as her sense of wonder, and though she might overextend her optimism at times, there is something infectious about her rosy view of the world.


_History
Being the youngest Cabernet has been a bit of a mixed bag of almost contradictory experiences. When she was younger, everything was so much easier: everyone got along, everyone was happy. Once upon a time, they were that picturesque happy family that her mother has always touted they were.

But it didn't last long. As they all grew older, unrest began to fill their home as both of her siblings began to rebel. The cracks in their perfect family were beginning to show. Daisy didn't have the pressures that were placed upon Wyatt, groomed to take the reins of their father's company, or Aliana, who their mother insisted must be socially acceptable at all times. Her parents were less hands-on with her, being busier than ever in their respective fields, but instead of being able to relish in this freedom, she felt suffocated by it. Daisy knew this was the only luxury not afforded to her older siblings, and she didn't want them to hate her for it. So here she was, practically able to do whatever she wanted without being punished for it, and what does she do? Exactly what her parents had forced her siblings, and what they refused, to do: she strived to be perfect.

Her parents rewarded her acquiescence by outwardly doting on and favoring her, although that didn't necessarily mean they paid any more attention to her. She was, after all, the least troublesome of their children, and thus required the least interfering. There were times that Daisy felt it was lonely, not being able to spend as much time with them, but every time she rationalized that it was worth it to get their praise. Besides, because of this, she got to spend more time with her siblings and her friends.

In school, Daisy is no less the high functioning perfectionist that she is at home. Classes and extracurricular activities are taken seriously, almost to a fault. Sometimes, she gets so busy that she is overwhelmed and drained, but she is nothing if not determined and optimistic. She can't remember a day where she just got to laze around and do whatever she wanted, but she daydreams about it a lot.

Daisy is currently a sophomore in a private school, overextending herself as always. After a particularly stressful end of the school year, one of her friends suggested she loosen and up enjoy a worry-free summer.

_{Miscellaneous}
She's student body president and head cheerleader in her high school.