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𝐍𝐀𝐌𝐄: Wednesday Renee Bernadotte
𝐍𝐈𝐂𝐊𝐍𝐀𝐌𝐄: Not applicable.𝐀𝐆𝐄: Nineteen
𝐁𝐈𝐑𝐓𝐇𝐏𝐋𝐀𝐂𝐄: Manhattan, New York, New York.
𝐃𝐀𝐓𝐄 𝐎𝐅 𝐁𝐈𝐑𝐓𝐇: July 30th.
𝐙𝐎𝐃𝐈𝐀𝐂: Leo𝐆𝐄𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐑: cisgender female
𝐒𝐄𝐗𝐔𝐀𝐋𝐈𝐓𝐘: sapphic-preference, out and proud queer𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐄 & 𝐄𝐓𝐇𝐍𝐈𝐂𝐈𝐓𝐘: French-American
𝐌𝐎𝐃𝐄𝐋: 90s Julie Delphy
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‧₊˚✧. 𝖁𝖎𝖘𝖆𝖌𝖊 .✧˚₊‧
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𝐇𝐀𝐈𝐑: Long, tendrils of frizzy, bleached-blonde hair. Usually with some sort of curl.
𝐄𝐘𝐄𝐒: Beady, soft brown eyes with droopy eyelids.
𝐇𝐄𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓: 5’2’’
𝐁𝐔𝐈𝐋𝐃: Slender, though not bony, and mildly curvy.
𝐒𝐊𝐈𝐍: Porcelain with spindly veins often visible underneath
𝐁𝐎𝐃𝐘 𝐌𝐎𝐃𝐈𝐅𝐈𝐂𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐒: An array of silver piercings lining her ears, usually with the first two on her lobe decorated with some sort of dangly jewel or hoop. Known for wearing homemade or gifted artisan jewelry. A tattoo of a lily of the valley on her neck behind her left ear.
𝐒𝐓𝐘𝐋𝐄: Like her personality, Wednesday’s style is bold and all over the place. With endless money comes a wide array of clothes, all second-hand or bought new. Colorful, favoring muted tones and untraditional silhouettes, Wednesday’s style is ever-changing and odd, to put it simply. More here
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‧₊˚✧. 𝕻𝖊𝖗𝖘𝖔𝖓𝖆𝖑𝖎𝖙𝖞 .✧˚₊‧
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𝐎𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐕𝐈𝐄𝐖: carefree, warm, inviting, terribly unselfaware, insecure, observant though not perceptive (especially regarding feelings), charismatic, charming, well-mannered but choosingly, callous to naysayers, attention seeking, wild, guileful, inattentive, sacrificing, loyal to a fault, a pillar of calmness and curiosity, ever-questioning except of herself, wiley
𝐋𝐈𝐊𝐄𝐒: lilies of any variety, the smell of rain, spray paint on her fingers, caramel lattes, fragile pages, independence, learning about the Cuban Revolution, Jean Luc Goddard films, making a mess (figurative and literal), feeling like her mind is exploding with new information, and being complimented / recognized for her art
𝐃𝐈𝐒𝐋𝐈𝐊𝐄𝐒: people who crap on experimental or performance art, being reminded of her flaws, telephone calls, the look her father gives her when she’s too loud about something, attending class, and facing any sort of consequences𝐇𝐎𝐁𝐁𝐈𝐄𝐒: painting of some sort, doing something illegal and getting away with it, pissing off loved ones and people who otherwise hate her, phoning in any assignment she finds frivolous, giving into her id over the ego, reading French literature, and working on some sort of project always
𝐒𝐊𝐈𝐋𝐋𝐒: graffiti art/mural painting, abstract painting, mild fiction writing skills, rolling a joint with just her fingers, organizing any sort of group activity, and coming up with the next bat-shit exhibition on campus𝐐𝐔𝐈𝐑𝐊𝐒: tends to stare hIbyff into one play when being yelled at or ycritiqued, chipping off nail polish when nervous, making ringlets with her fingers while thinking, shaking when she hasn’t had enough coffee or she’s smoked too much weedh
𝐅𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐒: becoming a bug failure, turning into someone who would ever yBbygwear khakis or looks like Jackie O, and phone calls=|
To both
|=𝐏𝐋𝐀𝐂𝐄𝐒 𝐌𝐎𝐒𝐓 𝐋𝐈𝐊𝐄𝐋𝐘 𝐓𝐎 𝐁𝐄 𝐅𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐃: at a cafe, in the library, burning her bra or something of the like on the campus green, organizing some sort of school event, and in her dorm sleeping or hanging out with people -
‧₊˚✧. 𝕭𝖎𝖔𝖌𝖗𝖆𝖕𝖍𝖞 .✧˚₊‧
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𝐎𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐕𝐈𝐄𝐖:
coming soon!𝐅𝐈𝐍𝐄𝐑 𝐃𝐄𝐓𝐀𝐈𝐋𝐒:
The Bernadottes began their dynasty with a fizzle, which snowballed into an avanlache. They were lowly merchants and later mercenaries whose fate was bought, over time, by way of heroism and pounds of gold. Over time, they grew into a noble bloodline, highly recognized in the French social scene, but quickly forgotten. However, the Bernadottes always remained popular and moneyed from their stint as nobility, manufacturing a career of mass capitalistic gains. This is not where Wednesday’s story begins, but rather her father’s.
Pierre Bernadotte IV was not someone Wednesday thought her divorced mother would pick, but alas, seven year olds are not omniscient. Pierre and Liza were a strange match to everyone else, too, but over time it made sense. Liza, a free-spirit record label owner and producer and resultant millionaire, met Pierre at a release party for one of her musicians. They drank Cabernet together, laughed the evening away, and got married in Vegas only a few months later. This last detail was quietly forgotten in favor of the white, virginal wedding that Pierre’s mother preferred to recall.
Pierre adopted Wednesday not long after their marriage, officially making him Dad. Wednesday has since rescinded this title, preferring to call him Uncle P or simply Mr. Bernadotte, but for the first ten or so years of their father-daughter relationship, he was her parent. This only changed after her mother’s subsequent divorce and then death. Somehow, the blame for the first half lied upon Pierre and the second was Wednesday’s.
If she were to apply some sense of logic to this deduction, it would be because Pierre is a stuck-up asshole who wanted to move to France and force Liza to hand over the reins of Red Nail Records to someone else. The reasoning as to why her death was her fault was due to the fact that Wednesday was arguing with her mother when she suffered a seizure and passed suddenly. The truthful, realistic reasoning was unrelated to Wednesday, obviously. Her mother has suffered an overdose, as Wednesday would learn two years later at fifteen. While this made the young teen angry, insolent even, it didn’t change the guilt held deep within the thirteen year old that still lived in her heart.
The years after her mother’s passing were equally filled with anger, but mostly targeted towards her father. He’d taken to avoiding the situation entirely, unsure how to cope with the death of a woman who didn’t want him. A woman he still loved. When it came to child-rearing, he was ill-equipped, unsure if he should give into Wednesday’s desires or fight them. Clip her wings or the bands that bound them?
Overtime, as he saw his only daughter divulge into activities unbecoming of a Bernadotte, his mother convinced him to reel her in. Despite his hours away on business in France to manage one of their many vacation properties, he made time to see Wednesday kept out of trouble. Sort of. He could never quell her wild side, the type that associated with people he deemed unsavory. By the time university came about, he was shocked to even see that her grades were worthy of Columbia. Where had he missed, in all the brazen protesting, dyed hair, and risqué paintings of ‘best friends,’ that his daughter actually cared about her education?
Thus, he supported her dreams. At first. Over the months, his opinion has changed once more. A tide that never stops repeating itself. At least this time, he has only asked that Wednesday keep her college activities on that side of the city, and to keep up a good front for when her grandmother comes in town. Most of all, he warns her to never let him hear of her comings and goings, unless they’re for a Nobel prize or an award in business. As he told Wednesday, “I love you, all of you, but sometimes the world shouldn’t see every bit of you, myself included.”
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‧₊˚✧. 𝕰𝖝𝖙𝖗𝖆𝖘 .✧˚₊‧
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