BRADLEY, minna

[minna]

despite the lies that you're making
MINNA rachel BRADLEY
your love is mine for the taking
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Every mother's prayer
Every child knows
Lead her to a place
Guide her with your grace
To a place where she'll be safe

my love is just waiting
THE BASICS
to turn your tears to roses
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FULL NAME|| Minna Rachel Bradley (nee Keller)
NICKNAME(S)|| Her now late mother used to call her Miffins, and her brothers will occasionally use it to mess with her.
AGE|| 59 years old
GROUP|| Ex-first Family
NATIONALITY|| Amestrian
OCCUPATION|| Motherhood
CANON OR ORIGINAL|| Canon

i will be the one that's gonna hold you
THE APPEARENCE
i will be the one that you run to
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HAIR|| Brown
EYES|| Green
HEIGHT/WEIGHT|| 5’0”, 140 pounds
GENERAL DESCRIPTION||

Minna is, quite frankly, an old woman. She doesn’t overly look so, fortunately, as life has spared her many wrinkles, and she is quite distinguished looking. However, it’s fairly obvious, as she has begun to grow smaller, and is approaching sixty. With dark green eyes, and her long brown hair which has faithfully retained its color, however, she still has the marks of a beauty, albeit a slowly aging one.

She is a small woman, as well, though certainly not thin, and is rather fragile-looking, like she might break, but the happy and enduring expressions that always sit on her face contradict that fact, showing the toughness within. Minna is someone that you wouldn’t overlook, per se, as she isn’t one that would blend in the background, but she looks the epitome of both an average citizen and a normal grandmother. Which she is anything but.

DISTINGUISHING FEATURES|| Her long, kind-of-odd 'ponytail'.

my love is a burning, consuming fire
THE PERSONALITY
no you'll never be alone
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LIKES||
•Her Son
•Writing in her Journal
•Telling Stories
•Children
•Having a Tidy Home
•Knitting
DISLIKES||
•Her son being called a ‘Homunculus’
•Being Alone
•Feeling Old
•Rain (Storms are okay, though)
•The Radio
GENERAL PERSONALITY||

Minna is, in general, a very amiable person. Considering her family, it isn’t that surprising that she refuses to judge anyone without having met them, and does her best to be welcoming and a good hostess. She is a very mothering person, usually taking anyone younger than herself (which is most) underneath her wing, and isn’t intimidated by the usual things. She’s like the mix of everyone’s favorite grandmother and mother intertwined, which unfortunately (or fortunately, depending on your opinion) comes with the overprotectiveness.

In fact, if one has a death wish, the best thing to do would be to threaten any of her family or her close friends, and Minna is a Mother Bear, death wrapped up in a sweet little old woman. She is highly loyal to those she cares about (which amounts to practically everyone these days), but yet, at the same time, can somehow not have a backbone when dealing with other issues. If something bugs her, she won’t speak up about it, preferring to keep the peace, and it is a true sign of how close one is with her when she makes a remark like that.

Overall, Minna is a woman who loves and adores everyone, yet will battle an army if it intends to hurt one of her loved ones.

when darkness comes i'll light the night with stars
THE HISTORY
hear my whispers in the dark
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PARENTS|| Hugh Keller and Rachel Keller (nee Schmidt), both deceased
SIBLINGS|| Conrad Keller, Adelaide Keller (nee Breit, sister-in-law), Fritz Keller
OTHER FAMILY||Nephews/Nieces: Rick Unger, Anna Unger (nee Keller), Georg Keller, Wanda Keller (nee Meier). Great Nieces/Nephews: Rachel Unger, Lisa Keller, Hugh Keller II, Elisa Keller. Former Sister-in-law: Roch Keller (nee Rahn)
SPOUSE|| King Bradley, deceased.
CHILDREN|| Selim Bradley (technically adopted)
HISTORY|| Minna Bradley was born Minna Keller, to two loving parents. She was the youngest child born into her family, and grew up with two older brothers. Naturally, though she relied on them very much, they pushed her around, and she learned to defend herself (sort of), and gained quite the temper. Her early years were fairly unremarkable, as she went to school, made friends, dated occasionally… In short, she was the average citizen, aside from the occasional outburst of temper. It was when she decided to become a secretary for the Military that her life began to change.

A few years after she had begun to work, a fairly new member of the military, whom she later learned was named King Bradley, hit on her, in a fairly narcissistic way. Minna, of course, smacked him, and, for him at least, it was love at first hit. He courted her, tried everything to get into her good graces, and slowly, but surely, became her very best friend, the one to turn to when her mother died and she needed a shoulder to cry on, and then the man that she loved. They were very slow, the both of them, and Minna had long been an aunt by the time the two of them got married at the age of 33. Still, she was happily in love, and her whole family liked King and had long since adopted him, since he had no family of his own.

And at first, it seemed there would be no problem with their marriage. The two were completely head over heels for each other, everyone could see it, but they hit a bump in the road at one very important point: Children. As it turned out, though neither had been aware, King was completely sterile, and the two of them would never be able to have children together. It took weeks of crying into her pillow, and comfort from her family, to come to terms with the fact that she would never be a mother. It helped that King was there to comfort her, and that she’d always have her nieces and nephews, but… It was a shattered dream.

So for years, she and King lived completely in love, even with that stain on their otherwise perfect marriage. The two just didn’t have marital strife, simply because they were quite good at working things out with each other, and there was little that they would disagree on, anyway. Minna remained proud of her bread-winner husband as he advanced up the ranks and became Fuhrer, and was content with her life, especially once she received some grand-nieces and nephews. Yes, content, but not overly happy.

And then, when she was 53 years old, almost 54, King began to become more… secretive. He would often have long phone discussions, and go off for quite awhile without telling her where he had been, and it worried her. Most wives would’ve been worried about the possibility of him cheating, perhaps, but Minna simply worried that something was wrong in the military. She received her answer, however, when King gave her the most wonderful present he could’ve on her birthday: A son.

It turned out that he had found out he had family, however distant, and that the last adults of said family had died quite a few years ago, leaving their only son, Selim, to go into an orphanage. Naturally, King had adopted the boy, and she had a son. It was the second happiest day of her life, the first being the day she got married, and so Minna Bradley became a mother. Selim fit seamlessly into their household, like he had been here from the start and was blood-related to both of them, and the woman couldn’t be happier. For three years, three wonderful, glorious years, they lived this life, a life of contentment and family.

Then… it all went downhill. On a very steep incline.

King and Selim were spending more time away from home. Minna was kidnapped – kidnapped – by members of King’s own military, who wanted to take over it and kill her husband. And then she found out her husband was dead, but no, he wasn’t, and it was a whirlwind for her, with the woman barely understanding what was going on. It was like she was thrown right into the middle of the third movie in a trilogy; everyone else knew what was going on, but she hadn’t even seen the first two. It was maddening, and for a woman of fifty-seven, absolutely exhausting and traumatizing. Much as she is friends with those people today, she won’t forget that time, of being kidnapped and helpless.

She was still helpless, and felt that way, and then Edward Elric, a sweet boy, she had liked him and his brother, had presented her with the most horrifying news imaginable: Her little boy, her sweet, sweet Selim, was now an infant Homunculus. And her King? Her beloved husband? Gone. One moment, she had everything, family, friendship, companionship, love… And the next, the two most important things to her had vanished.

Of course, Minna didn’t blame them, though she dearly wanted to know who killed her King and give him a piece of her mind, and so she picked herself up and moved on. She would raise her son, make him proud of his father and who he was, and she would prove why she was both a Keller and a Bradley: She was strong.

my love is just waiting
THE ROLEPLAYER
to clothe you in crimson roses
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ALIAS|| Poet
CONTACT INFO|| PM, or via the e-mail I signed up with (former is better)
HOW DID YOU FIND US|| Via an Ad on Twenty-One Guns
ANYTHING ELSE|| Her Family Tree, fail as it is (because graphics is not my forte) is HERE.
RP SAMPLE||

Oh, she was certainly happy about being called by her name! It was odd, as Minna didn’t know anyone who was that enthusiastic about it, though Selim had gone through a phase where he wished to be called ‘Lim’. Still, each to their own, she supposed, and she was definitely not a person to be pointing fingers at someone for the oddness department. Though Minna felt she was fairly normal herself, her life, well… Sometimes it felt as if she were a Cosmic Plaything, or a Weirdness Magnet, with the kind of stuff that she tended to get involved with, simply by existing and not trying to mess with it… Hm, her mind was certainly going off on paths today, wasn’t it? Old age, old age…

What point had she been trying to prove again? Ah yes, it was probably perfectly normal for Abagail to like being called by her nickname. She was sure there was some reasoning behind it.

Perhaps it was a blessing that Minna was so busy looking for melon (which they had, yes!), as she didn’t see the look upon Abagail’s face. That probably would’ve made the woman feel guilty. Instead, she was eyeing the melon with her practiced eye, picking one up occasionally to make sure that it truly was okay, and mentally picking out the other fruit she was going to get. The young girl’s statement made her blink in surprise, however, and turn to her.

“Truly?” the woman asked, slightly startled and yet pleased at this piece of information. “What’s her rank and name? Perhaps I’ve run into her before, I spend a decent amount of time at the headquarters.” Mostly because of Selim, of course, and she wasn’t in it too frequently, but she was well-acquainted with far more soldiers than she wanted to be. Ooh, if she did know her sister, she should have the whole family over for dinner one night! That’d be wonderful!

Finding the idea splendid, and adjusting Selim in her arms so that she could better access the fruit (really, it was a sad fact of the world that children really did get heavier the longer one held them), Minna realized that she would end up needing another bag for her fruit, passing over the money for one to the familiar shopkeeper with a smile. Picking out her fruit (pretty much the basics: Grapes, a few apples for Conrad, plus the melon, of course), the woman turned to Abagail with a smile, offering the bag.

Oh, was it too heavy? “Can you carry it all, Abby?” she asked, considering the issue and becoming slightly concerned. She wasn’t sure how strong the other was, melons weren’t the lightest of objects… “I just have to head over to the vegetables, and then I’m done.” And while in the past, she would stop at this cart that made the best rock candy… there wasn’t really a point now.

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The way you capture Mrs. Bradley was a delight to read. It's obvious you've played her before and you put extensive work into being able to play her well. I am really looking forward to seeing you thread her (especially with our Selim). It's also very encouraging that you put so much effort into what many would consider a minor character! I have nothing negative to say about her application; welcome to the site, Poet! ^_^