You wouldn't like him when he's angry.

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Bridget "Darling" Applegate
by Fai
35
age
Female
gender
11/15/83
birthday
blood status
Halfblood
sexual orientation
Heterosexual
epidemic x status
IMMUNE
occupation
Criminal-for-Hire, Armed Robber, Former Stripper
general appearance
Sugar & spice. And just a bit slutty. Bridget– Darling, when she's at work– still hasn't gotten used to being able to buy nice clothes. Being able to wear high-quality robes is still a strange concept to her, but when she wears 'em, she wears 'em well. Her preference is to wear tight, flattering clothes and the occasional fur sweater. Her makeup is usually over the top, and she always, always has lipstick on. She's curvy, yes, and it takes hard work to keep her body that way. Of course, she usually has heels on– how else do you expect her butt to look that good?

Distinguishing Features: If you took a glimpse into the crowd, she could blend in, yes, but there are some things that stand out. Her hair is dark brown and long, usually styled as perfectly as she can make it. If you see her eyes, they're a dark grey. If not, they're hidden behind large sunglasses. She has a few small scars around her arms from previous fights; hexes gone wrong, mainly. Her abdomen tells the same story; she has a large scar that runs from the left side of her ribs across her torso.

Tattoos: She has birds across her collarbone, going outwards. Closer to her neck she has the words "his"– yes, the rest of us know how weird that is. She loves it. Danny has a matching one that says "hers". She has a few triangles on her hipbone, a heart between her fingers, and an infinity sign at her ribcage opposite of her scar.


former school
Ilvermorny
former house
wampus
achievements
At school? None. "If mom would have let me drop out, I would've. I swear."


university
N/A
university major(s)
N/A
years attended
N/A


skills
A lot of R-rated activities. Mainly stripping. But she was a great dancer, okay? She had regulars. Danny happened to be one of them, and he took her with him when he ran off the first time around. She doesn't do it professionally anymore, but it's still a skill she can drop into almost immediately.
Muggle weaponry. Sometimes, they do jobs in the muggle world. So guns are better. And it was good against wizards, too; nobody knew what to expect. Now she can easily use magic. So many people had the damn flu that she could just do what she wanted.
Twisting people's arms to get her way. She just likes to win. Who doesn't? So Bridget will do anything that she can to win, if she has the chance.
Obscure curses. She wasn't very good in school; she didn't pay attention. But what she did do was learn the curses that most other people didn't. Ilvermorny doesn't have a Restricted Section like Hogwarts does, but it does have something just a teeny tiny bit similar.
Making friends in high (and low) places. She likes to say it's her unique ethnic blend (which isn't unique at all). But the racists back home saw enough in her to talk to her, and her dad's family was willing to share some of their secrets as well. She learned a lot just from watching and listening to them.
Running in heels. Basically doing anything in heels, if she's being honest.
Charming just about everyone she meets. Even the ones at the other end of her wand or gun.
Spending Danny's money.
weaknesses
Danny, first of all. Yes, everybody puts their spouses and their family. But Bridget has actually killed once for him (out of jealousy) and would completely do it again. He chose her over the life he already had, he abandoned his ex-wife and started over with her.
Stability. She lives for the thrill. And for the leisure that comes after the thrill. Basically, she's not the most stable of people. She's obsessive, she's paranoid, and her decisions always border on sanity and not. I mean, how many people have "his" tattooed in a visible place?
Sweets. She absolutely loves candy.
Decisions. She gets stressed out easily, so she usually tries to drag someone else into making them for her. Of course it's usually her husband.
Previous drug problem. Well, it was rampant at the joint, and it took her a bit of time to get over it. She's mainly recovered, but that's because she found other things that were thrilling enough.
Handling her emotions in a healthy way. That's really where the drug problem came in, you know? Now she sort of teeters towards breakdowns. And when she's there... Well, it's probably best to stay out of her way.
Academics, book smarts, and money. She's not so good at any of it.
positive traits
Charming
Sweet
Caring
Extravert
Clever
Passionate
Spontaneous

negative traits
Manipulative
Obsessive
Unfocused
Chaotic
Possessive
Childish
Whiny
Unpolished

hobbies/interests
Crime. It's fun, it takes her mind off of stressful things.
Working out.
Going on vacation.
Spending a lot of money.
Danny, basically.

accomplishments
WENT FROM MISTRESS TO MRS
yes i know this is professional accomplishments she just wants it known, okay?


character history
Bridget Wang was born on a gross Tuesday afternoon, something that she whines endlessly about. Tuesdays are the most boring of all of the days of the week. People hate Mondays, yeah, but Tuesdays are a whole different beast. Tuesdays are long and straggly, and there's never anything exciting happening. To her, most of her life was a damn Tuesday. Her childhood was boring. She was born in a coastal city in South Carolina, and absolutely nothing of interest happened there. She was considered diverse and different in her town, and she didn't even speak Chinese. She could barely count to ten– and that was with a serious amount of forethought. Her father took her to the shop before she was old enough to go to school, and she spent hours staring at all of the merchandise that her parents could barely afford. They didn't make much money, but that didn't stop her from staring endlessly at their things, wanting more. She always talked wistfully to her grandmother about the things she would buy when she was rich and famous. Her grandmother had laughed at her, promising that it would happen someday. It was one of the saddest days when her grandma passed away, but she did get some nice earrings from the whole event.

Her academic career was just as boring as the rest of her life. Ilvermorny didn't hold her interest very well. Learning how to use magic was fun, but it wasn't something she held in high esteem. She did, however, like the freedom that school gave her. Sure, there was a curfew. But Bridget worked her way around it easily enough. If you smiled sweetly and moved in the right direction, you didn't even have to listen when people told you what to do. By thirteen, she already had a gang of kids following behind her, and she loved the attention that followed. Her grades obviously suffered, much to her parents irritation. They wanted her to do well in school and find something to do when she graduated. Bridget, in turn, responded with a panicked pregnancy scare in her sixth year and multiple owls home in the year that followed. When she graduated, her mother wanted her to move back home. Her father wanted her to help out in the store again, and Bridget really didn't want to go. So instead, she moved to Atlanta and started working at a mixed magical/muggle strip club.

Since her mom worked for the CDC, she at least knew that she was in Georgia. One of her sleazy coworkers had slipped a memo to her mom while she was at work, and Bridget received her fifteenth howler. She framed that one, funnily enough, in her studio apartment. All the guys she brought home saw it, but that didn't bother her. She was making pretty decent money, after all. The issue was that she didn't know how to spend it well. She started doing muggle drugs, stupidly enough. It was easy to get hooked on, and she thought she was stronger. After all, she was a witch. She barely used her magic, sure, but she was a witch.

After all that time working at the club, she had more than a few regulars. She was twenty-five years old– she had worked at the club for seven years. She had her favorites, of course. There were the guys that tipped more, the guys that treated her well. And there were the ones that hurt her, the ones that she wanted to punch and curse and kill. She would react with normal, physical violence, but some guys just didn't get it.

And then came Danny.

She used an alias at the club. It was safer that way; people couldn't follow her home, and she could make sure that she was safe. She called herself Darling, and most of the people took to it instantly. They honestly believed that was her name. But not Danny.

She knew he was married. She saw the ring the moment she walked in– she had called dibs, and the other girls were mad. He was handsome as all hell, and dangerous too. She liked that about him. All gruff and silent. And then he opened his mouth and an English accent came out; Bridget swooned the moment that happened. But she saw the ring. And then she saw the way that he slid it into his pocket. Out of sight, out of mind, right?

Bridget learned more about him– and his wife. Her name was Sabrina, and she was a raving bitch. She didn't pay attention to him, she had only married him for his money (she had nearly cried when she learned he was rich), and she was having an affair with the guy who delivered their groceries. And she was also sleeping with his best friend. Bridget thought to point out that he was constantly at the strip club asking to see her, but she wasn't about to lose the best part of her nights. Besides, she knew that she probably was just another dancer to him.

And then she just wasn't.

She had gotten bruised up by a nasty guy from the night before. Bouncers had kicked him out, of course, but she had forgotten to put a healing salve on it and she hadn't bothered with a glamour, either. Her makeup had slipped off as well, and then Danny was holding onto her elbow softer than anyone else had. "Who hurt you, Darling?"

The next thing she saw on the news was that he had died, and her heart skipped a beat. She knew who had done it. And she saw from the cause of death that it wasn't muggle, not by any means. So it was with a lighter heart that she skipped up to him the next time he came to the club, dropping into his lap to tell him the good news– she liked his gift, and she had one of her own: her actual name.

To be fair, she didn't think he had meant for it to turn into an affair. Bridget had meant it to be, of course. She would treat him far better than his wife. She was sweeter. She actually liked him, so she was one up on that. And they carried on for a whole year before he ended up whisking her away for the United Kingdom.

Danny had showed up at her place in the middle of the night, slightly frantic. And that was when Bridget both got the most exciting news of her life. She didn't know how he expected her to take it, but he probably wasn't anticipating some actual excitement. Apparently, he was a pretty damn big crime boss in London, and he was spending a lot of money on International Portkeys every few days just to see her. And he had been found out in the Muggle world for passing bad checks; someone in one of the muggle crime circles had found out, and was attempting to come after him. And, unfortunately, they had found out who she was as well. So they upped and left.

He took her back with him to London, and that was how she got hooked into a world of crime. And it was ten times more fun than she had ever thought. She did jobs when she wanted to, and she used all the extra money on vacations and clothes. She got to keep her dancer name, too; using code names was so much safer. But for the first two years, he was still married to his stupid wife, who seemed to know that they were together but didn't seem to care. On their official second year, Bridget put her foot down: either he had to divorce the bitch or she was leaving. He sent her the papers; she didn't sign them. So Bridget took care of things herself.

They got married in Las Vegas when they were on vacation, and she hasn't looked back since. She doesn't always do the work for the gang– to be fair, neither does Danny. And they always use their aliases unless they're with each other.

Thankfully, neither of them were hit by the flu, nor were they much involved in the magical world during the constant turmoil of leadership. It was easier to stay in the muggle world, after all, where they could disappear easily. When the flu hit, though, that was when they started paying more attention. They could afford to take more risks. Nobody even had magic anymore. They were far easier targets.


parents
Eliza Wang (nee Bailey) ; CDC, Wizarding Division. Research Analyst.
Robert Wang ; Owner of Wang's Wizarding Wants.

siblings
N/A
children
No. Never. Thanks.
partner
Daniel "Ace" Applegate, Husband. Boss of the Manticores.
other family
Since she left them all behind, she doesn't think they're important.
family history
Eliza Bailey was one of three kids, the middle child nestled between the perfect lawyer and the artist. Her parents definitely got the lucky straws out of all of that, in her opinion. Her parents were from Alabama, and they weren't really fond of her husband. But Gray Bailey and Nathan Bailey weren't ones to preach all that perfectness directly to their kids. They just kinda tried to instill it in them sideways. Gray was a Southern Belle through and through, attending one of the more private and elusive schools (Salem Institute for Witches) instead of Ilvermorny. Nathan was in Thunderbird, and the two of them just happened to be from the same hometown. They grew up there, they got married there, and they had kids there. Eliza was almost their favorite, but then Celia, her elder sister, wound up being a famous attorney, and Eliza ended up marrying a shop owner.

Robert Wang was the child of immigrants, and pretty much a disgrace for not teaching his only child how to speak Mandarin. And for the fact that she didn't really understand anything that was said to her. His parents were from Guangdong, and they had moved when they were teenagers. It was a perfect little love story. They had met at fifteen, moved at eighteen, stayed together... Had a kid... Sent their kid to Ilvermorny, helped him open his own store... Robert was miserable when his father died before Bridget was born, and even more upset when his mom was gone when Bridget turned ten.


other
N/A
face claim
kelsey chow
status of application
Complete
have you read the rules?
lol
how did you hear about us?
yes.
roleplay sample
this could have been done earlier, but steph, who does not ever use the sleep, said i had to use the sleep.