::Username::Silverstream94
::Name::Bee short for Beatrice
::Gender::Female
::Personality::Quiet for the most part, but can be pretty chatty once you get to know her. She is a very loyal friend and would travel to the ends of the earth if it meant helping them.
::Likes::Hot cocoa / sweet fruity tea
Rainy days when she can curl up with a warm blanket and listen to the sounds of rain
Music, namely Enya and Imogen Heap
The gentle flickering of candle light
The smell of a new book
Reading, especially on those rainy days
Cozy movie nights with friends
Jumping on crunchy leaves
::Dislikes::Bullies
Meat lovers pizza
Noisy places, IE; big parties, cities, bars/clubs
Sour and spicy things
Fake people
::'Theme' Song::Canvas - Imogen Heap
::Favorites::Color- Royal Purple
Season- Fall
Book Series- Mortal Instruments
Standalone Book- Poison Study
Genre- Action-Fantasy
Movie company- Disney
Movie- Brave
Music genre- Celtic and Indie Rock
::History::When I was young, I was picked on a lot. Kids would make fun of my eyes, or my fangs calling me 'freak', 'weirdo', and the favorite, was 'nightmare fuel'. Everyone thought it was just
so funny. But I didn't. I would stay as far away from them as I could at any given time causing me to be labeled as not only a freak, but an outcast as well. That only caused me to avoid them more. Soon it got to the point that I would only rarely leave my home and books became my escape from the name calling. Tragically, when the bullies realized that I wasn't around to call me names anymore, they tracked me down at my house and attacked me. Nothing that would be visible unless you were to look really closely, but I was bruised and my spirit was broken. Years passed with me silently enduring the emotional and occasional physical pains, but eventually, I decided 'no more'. I was done. I stood up for myself. Not by attacking back, but by standing up for someone younger and smaller than me that they had decided to pick on. That little kit looked up at me in fear as the bullies decided that it wasn't worth it. It broke my heart. This tiny, young kit already has so much fear in the world that anyone bigger than him is automatically after him. I smile softly and say "Don't worry, I'm not going to hurt you." he flinches from my words as if they sting him. "Its okay that you don't believe me, but you should get home, it looks like it's getting ready to rain." He ran like a mouse that the hawk had just given a pardon to. From that day on, I swore that I would never sit idly by when seeing someone bullied, no matter how many were picking on them or how big they were. If I see anyone who needs help standing up for themselves, I will not hesitate to be that person. I will help, because nobody ever helped me. Its okay though, I have worked through my problems and am happy now. My only wish is that more people would stick up for the downtrodden more often.
