Name: Heather Bradford-Day
Age: 39
Sex: Female
Appearance: Heather holds up to a meagre 5'2", not that she is one to complain, aiming happily to be petite in all manners, as she barely weighs in at 104 lbs with her slender frame. Even about ready to hit that big Four-Oh mark, she keeps herself in peak form and stellar look, with a routinely worked out body and artificially bronzed skin. Her chestnut hair is styled to go down in relaxed waves half-way down her back, with highlights and lowlights. Her face is perfectly free of lines, meticulously made so with cosmetic fixes only the best of money could buy before applying her "real face" with smoky eye shadow and winged eyelashes outlining chocolate eyes and rouge lipstick on her full, pouty lips. Most often, she can be seen wearing a stylish dress that accentuates her curves and snares attention… with matching heels and jewelry that is to die for.
Personality: Heather is shallow, vain, entitled and an utter bitch at the best of times. However, she knows how to work her angles, unafraid to butter up to those who snag her attention… And might even be a little sweet and attentive to them. However, she is utterly vindictive if she is to feel scorned, showing those manicured claws aren't just for show. Of course, entitled and spoiled as she might come off, she is confident and hard-working for anything she truly desires and does not shy away or back down for anything. All this is tied up in a prissy package.
Fears: Being poor, dying alone, losing her looks, spiders, filth, and favorite pair of pumps being ruined.
Goals: To find a new charming, influential man; Keep looking young and beautiful; outlive her parents and inherit their fortunes and estate.
Background: Heather Bradford-Day was born, the first and only child to Gerald Bradford-Day and Stefanie Bradford-Day. Her father was a well-to-do politician and her mother an heiress to a modest fortune accrued through the expansive business of her family. Heather's childhood was one without hardship, the most traumatizing thing she can truly remember being her not getting that pony she wanted for her eighth birthday.
Heather attended private schools all her years and went to Princeton for some years, her way paved through influence and not a small sum of donations. She spent a great deal of time waffling between majors, one parent pushing her for business, another for political science. That is, until she decided upon something to spite them both: a degree in fine arts. Of course, lucky her, while father dearest was disgusted and darling mother disappointed, it was not enough for them to cut her off.
Heather was fast to marry her college boyfriend, Brian Sutton, who, while a few years older, was a promising med-school student introduced to her by her aunt on her father's side. They lived well together for some years, Brian setting up his own private practice before they ultimately divorced after Heather found him sleeping with the pool boy. Heather, for a time, became a serial monogamist, having a series of brief marriages with two other men throughout her late twenties and early thirties: Richard Volk and Diego Marques (oh how she loved Diego). Each ending through irreconcilable differences of one nature or another.
In her mid-thirties, though, she met a man she truly had hope for that things would go well. A man, a little older, by the name of Salvatore Luccello. He was a lawyer of some merit in a prestigious firm. It went all too well, and she was convinced she had finally found her Mr. Right like all the romance movies and magazine articles talked about. That was until the day he told her about his dalliances with that slut at his firm. Sufficed to say, she was venomous and wanted to see him suffer, hiring the best lawyer she could find to handle the divorce proceedings.
Since the bloody legal battle ended, Heather has found herself back out on the prowl for her next man and finding it much harder than it once was, given her years. She became increasingly aware of the years beginning to show on her body and began to correct them in any way possible. Of course, this costs money, and running out of her own funds from her series of divorces, she has found herself a drain upon her parents once more.
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Age: 39
Sex: Female
Appearance: Heather holds up to a meagre 5'2", not that she is one to complain, aiming happily to be petite in all manners, as she barely weighs in at 104 lbs with her slender frame. Even about ready to hit that big Four-Oh mark, she keeps herself in peak form and stellar look, with a routinely worked out body and artificially bronzed skin. Her chestnut hair is styled to go down in relaxed waves half-way down her back, with highlights and lowlights. Her face is perfectly free of lines, meticulously made so with cosmetic fixes only the best of money could buy before applying her "real face" with smoky eye shadow and winged eyelashes outlining chocolate eyes and rouge lipstick on her full, pouty lips. Most often, she can be seen wearing a stylish dress that accentuates her curves and snares attention… with matching heels and jewelry that is to die for.
Personality: Heather is shallow, vain, entitled and an utter bitch at the best of times. However, she knows how to work her angles, unafraid to butter up to those who snag her attention… And might even be a little sweet and attentive to them. However, she is utterly vindictive if she is to feel scorned, showing those manicured claws aren't just for show. Of course, entitled and spoiled as she might come off, she is confident and hard-working for anything she truly desires and does not shy away or back down for anything. All this is tied up in a prissy package.
Fears: Being poor, dying alone, losing her looks, spiders, filth, and favorite pair of pumps being ruined.
Goals: To find a new charming, influential man; Keep looking young and beautiful; outlive her parents and inherit their fortunes and estate.
Background: Heather Bradford-Day was born, the first and only child to Gerald Bradford-Day and Stefanie Bradford-Day. Her father was a well-to-do politician and her mother an heiress to a modest fortune accrued through the expansive business of her family. Heather's childhood was one without hardship, the most traumatizing thing she can truly remember being her not getting that pony she wanted for her eighth birthday.
Heather attended private schools all her years and went to Princeton for some years, her way paved through influence and not a small sum of donations. She spent a great deal of time waffling between majors, one parent pushing her for business, another for political science. That is, until she decided upon something to spite them both: a degree in fine arts. Of course, lucky her, while father dearest was disgusted and darling mother disappointed, it was not enough for them to cut her off.
Heather was fast to marry her college boyfriend, Brian Sutton, who, while a few years older, was a promising med-school student introduced to her by her aunt on her father's side. They lived well together for some years, Brian setting up his own private practice before they ultimately divorced after Heather found him sleeping with the pool boy. Heather, for a time, became a serial monogamist, having a series of brief marriages with two other men throughout her late twenties and early thirties: Richard Volk and Diego Marques (oh how she loved Diego). Each ending through irreconcilable differences of one nature or another.
In her mid-thirties, though, she met a man she truly had hope for that things would go well. A man, a little older, by the name of Salvatore Luccello. He was a lawyer of some merit in a prestigious firm. It went all too well, and she was convinced she had finally found her Mr. Right like all the romance movies and magazine articles talked about. That was until the day he told her about his dalliances with that slut at his firm. Sufficed to say, she was venomous and wanted to see him suffer, hiring the best lawyer she could find to handle the divorce proceedings.
Since the bloody legal battle ended, Heather has found herself back out on the prowl for her next man and finding it much harder than it once was, given her years. She became increasingly aware of the years beginning to show on her body and began to correct them in any way possible. Of course, this costs money, and running out of her own funds from her series of divorces, she has found herself a drain upon her parents once more.
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