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Briana_603
Legacy Name: Briana_603
The
Glade PopokoOwner:
nora_499Age: 14 years, 1 month, 3 weeks
Born: March 10th, 2010
Adopted: 14 years, 1 month, 3 weeks ago
Adopted: March 10th, 2010
Pet Spotlight Winner
April 2nd, 2011
Statistics
- Level: 1
- Strength: 10
- Defense: 10
- Speed: 10
- Health: 10
- HP: 10/10
- Intelligence: 0
- Books Read: 0
- Food Eaten: 0
- Job: Unemployed
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Briana 'Bree' is the It-Girl of 2023. She lives in a world where shoes don't match and microphones run on air.
Her Story
Briana Summers kicks her school-bag beneath her bed and instantly gets to work on something other than algebra. She fluffs her feathery-brown bob and slips into her signature skirt and top. The brunette stretches on stockings that prettily curve along her legs, steps into the unmatching sneakers that she's worn thousands of times. She begins to tie her favorite, red-dipped ribbon onto a curl of hair, clips on her favorite charms. Harmonies and scales escape from her glossy lips as she preps for the concert.
She is an idol. Girls and boys alike cheer as she saunters on stage with a peppy dance, introduces her world-known name. Bree giggles as flowers are tossed on stage, sweet petals prettying the turquoise-tinted ground.
Beaming, she calls out, "Are you ready?"
A booming, 'Yeah!' encompasses the stadium and she grins, beginning her song.
♪♫ I'm right here, oh
standing in the sun of
your eyes, but can you
see me, the real me...?
The crowd goes wild, banners swinging and glowsticks--pink and green--melting into one another; sparkling like stardust. This goes on for hours, as she sings until her lungs threaten to burst and her fans have used all their screams for the night. She bows cutely once the concert is over, slipping backstage and into her limo in a matter of moments.
Once home, she winds down, staring into the mirror. The waterfall of a screen, usually reflecting her striking gaze and shining tresses, runs deeper into her being. A snow-light squirrel stares back, a ribbon tucked behind one ear, a patch of brown trailing down her luxurious tail. Briana sighs.
"No matter how far I run," she murmurs. "How famous I get..." she swallows heavily: "I'll never be a real girl, won't I?"
She pulls the coral ribbon from her hair, and suddenly she hasn't any hands or feet, but diamond-white fur that shone beneath the pale moonlight. The enchanted bow remains still in her paws. Won't I? she wonders, tears brimming her glossy eyes.
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Pet Treasure
Microphone
Pink Hair Ribbon