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u s e r n a m e
Dawnbreeze10210
n a m e
Byrne
p r o n o u n c e d
Bye - Rin
g e n d e r
Female
p e r s o n a l i t y
- You might want to call Byrne an odd little duck. Being the young adult that she is, she enjoys sleep whenever she gets the chance. Often times you’ll see her sleeping the day away without much care as to when she has to wake up. This is just one of the factors that seemed to irritate the other colours. Byrne is a deep sleeper once she has drifted off, yell as loud as you can in her ear or dump a bucket of cold water on her head… She’ll barely even stir. If anything she’ll just curl up and have the most peaceful and innocent look on her face. Some have said she even has the smallest of smirks on her lips, teasing and mocking the fact that she hadn’t woken up. To make matters seemingly even more adorable, Byrne absolutely loves cuddling and is also known as the ‘cuddler’ of the group. In fact, she is rather childish about it all, the point where her siblings say she’s a child stuck in an adult’s body.
What’s more to her childish attitude is her frequent pouting and whining, and she usually does so without much of a good reason. You didn’t let her sleep long enough? You didn’t hug her good enough? Perhaps you didn’t agree with her on the simplest of things… Out slips the bottom lip and the innocent puppy eyes as she whines like a five year old. That stubborn character well known as Donald Duck.
Despite the fact that Byrne seems to be an often ‘hibernating’ child, she has troubles actually expressing her feelings to strangers, acquaintances, or even friends. This may be due to the fact that she has a slight lisp, having minor troubles with pronouncing the ‘s’ sound. The fact that her speech is ‘improper’ she becomes extremely sensitive, and often times can’t take a simple joke. What’s more to this tale is that Byrne will collapse in on herself when other’s point out her speech troubles to the point where she’ll just shut up with the saddest expression you could imagine. The point where it all turns around is around sibling three or a right-hand friend. That’s when her childish attitude becomes playful, genuine, and purely innocent. When cuddling steps up to the point where you’re classified as her teddy bear and her innocence can make about anyone cave in or laugh.
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s h o r t . s t o r y
- It had been a while, a long while since she had last slept. Truthfully it had only been eight hours since she had gotten up that morning… Or rather since Five so rudely plugged her nose and mouth until she woke up gasping for air. She sat alone by the little pond she and her sibling Three had decided to call the duck pond. There were always ducks and ducklings swimming and waddling about, the two of them, occasionally One, would come here to feed crumbs to the animals. It was peaceful, compared to the hustle closer to the city. The neighbourhood her siblings lived in was nice, and allowed them the opportunity to somewhat enjoy themselves. She wasn’t exactly sure what it was but she felt different. Her siblings seemed to fit in well with their new lives in the city they had moved to, none having the memory of coming to Earth by the power of Talonzi and Meili.
What was it that was so different about her? Was different the right word? Maybe, she wasn’t too sure. Was she too childish? Or too innocent.. Her actions always seemed to make at least one person crack a smile or chuckle even a little. Five thought she was too whiny, in fact she knew she whined and pouted a lot, but that never stops her. Was it her weakness for cuddling and piggy back rides? Huh.. She did rather love cuddling, but who could blame her. Were piggy back rides meant for children like Five always told her? If they were, then why did One and Three always agree to give her one when asked or got teased. Something about her was always a little odd, maybe there was something odd about her siblings as well, but she hadn’t noticed yet. Perhaps she’d ask Three later, or maybe Two.. Two gave her an interesting look even though they never usually talked to each other. Probably not Five though, Five would just tell her to grow up like she normally does.. And probably wake her up earlier then she tends to. Ugh, why did Five always have to wake her up? Why couldn’t she just let her sleep like Three and One let her.. Even Two let her sleep the day away.
She always had trouble making new friends, even though she seemed to always make someone smile… Someone had once told her they loved it when she smiled or laughed. What was it about her that seemed to cheer people up the slightest bit? Why did everything have to be so confusing. The move to the city had been easy. It was a wonder how the five of them all seemed to be able to live under one roof without wanting to murder each other. Byrne knew that wasn’t true, she often noticed the bickering between pairs or groups now and then. She and Five always had that problem and Three had open arms to her when she stormed into their room with angry tears welling in her eyes. Speaking of tears, why were there wet salty tears streaming from her eyes. Streaks ran along her fur and her thoughts came to a blubbering stop.
She wasn’t sure how long she had been sitting there, but an arm was draped around her shoulder’s, drawing her close to the comfort of their body. A sniffle came from her when she heard the familiar voice of Three. “You’re silly mi pequeño patito.. There’s no need to cry.” Byrne rubbed at her eyes, “What does that mean?” she mumbled feebly. “My little duckling.” Three chuckled softly, and it took Byrne a moment to realize Three had placed something on her lap, blinking away any remaining tears she found herself looking at a dark grey beanie with a small pastel yellow duck stitched onto it.
Hesitantly pulling it onto her head she peered up at Three who was grinning. “I think he likes it.”
“Who?” Byrne asked confused, only to see Three point down to a small fluffy little duckling looking up at them, peeping once Byrne had noticed it. A slow smile appeared on her lips and Three chuckled, kissing her forehead.
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r e l a t i o n s . w i t h . s i b l i n g s
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One wrote:Byrne and I? I’m not the closest sibling to her.
Three has that covered, guess you could say I’m the backup plan.
If Three isn’t around, I’m usually the one she comes to. Not that I mind, she sleeps a lot..
And I hate catching her in that grumpy-pouty mood of hers. She’s a real pain when
she’s all huffy. ButI’ve learned to hold my tongue.. She’s really sensitive you know.
I tend to tease her a little too much, but it’s all in
good fun.I usually give her a piggy back ride to make up for it.
Two wrote:I don’t usually talk to Byrne much.. She tends to stick around Three or One.
I’ve noticed she becomes rather closed in when she’s around me. She has that look on her
face like she’s ready to scurry away like a frightened rabbit.. But sometimes she lingers.
I wouldn’t say I’m the best influence for her, and I’ve always found her little lisp to be sort of
funny. However, one thing about Byrne that I admire is the fact her innocent and childish
nature can put a smile on anyone’s face.
I don’t know what it is about it.. Adorable.
Three wrote:In a way we happen to resemble Mickey Mouse and Donald Duck.
That little lisp? I find it adorable and was rather glad that it hadn’t gotten fixed that
time ago. We have a relationship of understanding and loyalty, namely I put up with
her stubborn and childish attitude. It’s a strong connection where I can surprisingly
interrupt actions into what she’s feeling. We put ourselves at risk for one another...
Getting her out of troubled situations is something I’ve gotten pretty good at.
My nickname for Byrne is mi pequeño patito, which means my little duckling in Spanish.
Five wrote:I’ve never understood Byrne. And I’m pretty sure she dislikes me anyway, the lisp she has
just sort of irritates me and that beanie she always wears...
I’m not sure why, but it just… does.
Another thing is One, Two, and Three never have the heart to wake her up I’m usually
the one that does so. I don’t care how I do it, I’m waking her up.
She sleeps too much and her grumpy attitude when she wakes up is probably my fault.
I don’t baby her, and I never will… Byrne just really needs to grow up already.
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- Byrne gulped, feeling extremely awkward being in the room meant for children. Five had suggested.. Demanded that she get her small lisp fixed and scheduled an appointment with a speech ‘teacher’. She guessed that Five was trying to prove a point. Maybe she had seen the upset look on Three’s face when she agreed, but the thoughts were interrupted when Five cuffed her ear for not paying attention.
The woman sat across from her, and Three waited outside. Her feet scuffed the ground, and her blue eyes focused on the rainbow carpet underneath their feet. She was small compared to the other’s, not that she minded.. being smaller had its advantages.. like piggy-back rides from One and Three. “Let’s hear what we’re working with. Read this sentence for me.” The woman asked kindly, like she’d forgotten she was speaking to a young adult. Swallowing hard, Byrne looked at the laminated paper on the table. In precisely typed black letters: Silly Sally slept on the seashore.
Her mouth opened to speak the words, when she first heard herself say “Silly,” it sounded funnier than usual. She gulped, feeling herself flush in embarrassment. The teacher waited patiently. She sat there, silent, staring at the paper feeling self-conscious. “Byrne? Say the sentence please.” The woman repeated calmly, wondering why this young woman wouldn’t let the help needed to be given. Minutes passed, all in silence by Byrne, she just couldn’t. This woman wanted to change something about her and she couldn’t seem to let her. As the clock hit 2 she bolted upright from her chair. “T-Thank you.” She managed to squeak before dashing out and to the awaiting arms of Three.
“Quack.” Three whispered to her, a grin appearing on Three’s lips when he heard Byrne’s little lisp when she said. “Sorry.”
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