Bria Crawford
The sharpened woman who offers a negative vibe about herself when displaying her character. Crawford (born February 12th, 1990) is one of the toughest human-beings in disguise from her appearance. She usually lets people underestimate her for the amusement when in reality she is not one to be reckoned with. She considers herself an army of just one that doesn't need anyone by her side when endearing assistance, generally that she can handle her own. Brass knuckles and nasty talk describe this girl most of the time; she has her moments where she could be brash and yet sometimes gentle depending on her mood, or who is around her. Her main ambition is to defeat the one and only Mercy Madison and she'll be content with her span.
Bria Crawford would be considered the opposing image for society from her appearance. Coming from a rough environment, she had been introduced to pessimism by her awful parents Wade (father) and Diana (mother) Crawford. After years of torture and drama within her hometown, she decided to maneuver to a more secluded capital only to find herself in the same mess; if not, worse.
Contents
BIOGRAPHY
Early Life
"Yall kno' the deal. Breazy Bria up in hea' now, TURN UP! But yea... I be just doin me. I didn't have the brightest childhood at all, far from it. But I aint complainin. Livin in the hood without all the shit that happened to me would'a got my ass killed."
Brianna Crawford was born in Chicago, Illinois during February of 1990 to a small low-class African-American unit, about a year after her parents tied the knot and married to become an official item. Her mother had a great feeling that Bria was going to develop as a feisty woman in spite of her wild wriggling inside her stomach. Her inferences were fairly correct and it wasn't a surprise.
The family of three lived in the projects of West Garfield Park for as long as they knew, and they never attempted to move out of the city at all because Wade proved too lazy to avoid the crimes. As far as the violence went around Chicago, he seemed to love it. It wasn't long before her parents parted ways and they both grew careless toward anything important; but she was gained the custody of living with her mother. By the age of twelve, Bria contained a mind of her own but was led down the wrong path.
Diana Crawford developed a fetish for cocaine, and was usually out during late nights engaging in parties and clubs. Bria didn't really think much of it because it only granted her more freedom, especially since her father had been away from the household. This happened on a daily basis as Bria went out to roam the streets without the guidance of her mother. She often ran into heartless men who loved to stir trouble with her. She often felt depressed in the end because no one truly took care of her.
Bria spent a year trying to survive on her own without any tender, loving care. She frequently tried calling her father every now and then, but apparently Wade had more priorities to deal with than to pay attention to his only daughter. During the weekends where Bria had to be with Wade, she would always enter his home only to gape at women with dollar bills scattered messily on the floors. Despite being at a juvenile age, Bria was well aware about what her father did for living, she just could not understand why. Overtime, Wade started to act possessive and inward which caused his daughter to feel shaken.
Back and forth, switching her lifestyle between her two parents, Bria began to finally fair against the grain. But it was only a matter of time after two years when she found out that Diana contained a living spirit within her belly. Soon, she found herself as an older sister to newborn Nate. She was not fond of Nate’s father, because he always offered the cold shoulder. Diana did not care that Bria was treated poorly by her second husband; she cruelly placed Bria below everything that didn't matter to her.
By the time Brianna reached her 16th year of age, she went through severe mental and physical agony. Nate’s father, known for his violent acts around the dangerous town, began to shift his attention from Diana to Bria in a very sexual manner. Tony Mansfield a.k.a T-Money, his name was, tortured Bria throughout her childhood. Whenever Diana left the house to run her personal errands, Tony usually prowled himself into Brianna’s room to shut the door behind him with the girl in it. Whenever she tried to reject him, he bluntly slapped her in response until she stripped off her clothes to satisfy him. Bria often complained and informed her mother about the harm and abuse she dealt with, but Diana often waved her off in a dismissive act, ignoring the cries from her daughter.
Eventually the sexual abuse became a daily routine for Bria; she never once spoke in defiance to Tony, fearful that he may kill her. That alone helped Bria prosper into a cold hearted woman who showed no kindness or compassion. She had no tolerance for nonsense outside her home, though. The only being she smiled at was toward her half-brother Nate, who was too innocent as a baby to understand her pain. During her free time, Brianna usually spent it with Nate watching Go Diego, Go! as it were his favorite television show.
Southside Broads
"SSB all daaay~ ahahaaaaaa, no... screw 'em all. They all fake slimes n' hoes lookin for attention. I aint gonna lie, I shared my time with them when I was younger and offered my support, but that was in the past. And my ass was stupid."
In 2007, Bria had enough. She considered committing suicide to stop her suffering, but was not brought upon herself to end her life. Ever since her father Wade abandoned the household, and Diana welcomed Tony in their lives, her childhood had been miserable. Running as far as she could from the danger was all Bria thought would work... and so she did, one night. But it was not far, because around the corner of her street, she bumped into a cliche of teen girls near the same age as her who also had trouble adjusting to life due to violence. Not able to defend herself against a group of eight, she was beaten, pummeled and stomped to the near death. Brianna held her own well enough that it impressed the dominant damsel of the group.
Bria thought her life was over that night, but she only had been tested as a potential member of the Southside Broads. Tammy Turner accepted her into the gang as well as the rest of the other girls, ironically reassuring her that she was safe. Bria did not turn them down in fact, she was added to their roster because she felt like maybe Southside Broads was where she belonged. She thought by joining a gang that she’d gain the respect she lacked from home. As a tradition of SSB, all girls needed to have a surname. Eventually, Brianna debuted her street-alias as Breazy.
Her delinquent mind led her to make absurd choices and decisions. Months into adapting the new expectations of the gang, she surmised to get multiple tribal tattoos over both her triceps and across her chest. Brianna wanted be a trademark of her own despite being in a crowd of similar personalities. While she had long black nappy hair, she wanted to roughen her appearance by dying it dark carmine, also converting to braids, and then dreadlocks. It made her a unique individual compared to the other females in SSB. The humans of Chicago knew full well who Bria Crawford was after her debut with the group of womanly thugs. It was pleasant, but at the same time vile for her protection.
It wasn’t long until drama unfolded around the group of girls. One of them who befriended Bria while welcoming her, Destiny, stirred negativity with a stranger girl downtown which ended up causing war. Bria quickly came to see that the gang lifestyle was anything but glamorous and fun. Any initiation could involve stealing, fighting or even killing. Sure, she thought on the bright side that she may get some cash every so often—that’s been stolen. Wearing the crew’s colors is also cool. Bria also pondered about enjoying some of the excitement at times, but it’s not long before her life would consist of doing things that could get her arrested or even killed.
In a way, Bria thought of SSB as her second family. Where ever she went, they followed. They always made her feel secure since she was not alone anymore. But the violations they involved themselves with dragged Brianna into a harvest of anxiety. One moment they encounter another street-affiliation and fight over suppression. The next, SSB finds themselves rob separate civilians for their currency, attire, etc. and it truthfully satisfied Bria. Since she lived in such a troubled city, why not embrace the circumstances of Chicago and wear it?
T-Money
"I aint ever gonna forget that dude for as long as I live. I hate him... I dont know what ma' saw in him that was so dayum attractive 'n appealin. But rip to Destiny, she was real. She tried to save me against all those men that owned me in my own crib. Fuck Tony and his squad... But shoutout to daddy tho, muah!"
On the 3rd of June, a phone-call was delivered to her cell phone from Tony while at her job as a cashier. He ordered for her assistance in selling his tobacco to a famous pimp known in the east coast of Chicago, since he wishes not to do it due to simple laziness. He threatened her, emphasizing the fact at how his life is jeopardized depending on if the tobacco reaches the drug dealer in time. Bria wanted to refuse his bidding, and consider entrapping him with her girls. She sincerely did not regard Tony as someone meaningful, and could care less about his fate since he put her through anguish as a child. Why would she help him, when all he did to her was mutilate? She eventually followed what her brain believed, and rejected Tony’s request. He was angry by this, and sought out to deprive Bria of existence... so he said to her. Bria did not bother to call her mother since she never really displayed any concern when in hazard whereabouts. Southside Broads were not informed either, because Bria wanted to handle this on her own.
That same day, Tony arrived in front of Brianna’s house with company-- four men with black leather jackets and low faded haircuts. As to no surprise, Diana was not home. Brianna looked out of her window expectantly after hearing the clicks of a car-door shutting, but her heart skittered faster than ever before after her eyes traced the sight. She kicked herself for not thinking beyond the possibilities, like being outnumbered when it came to Tony; she regretted not contacting her gang. Tony entered the house with the four fellows, yelling out Bria’s name. She squeezed in the time she could bare by texting her father through device out of panic for help. There was no reply from his device, and again she was ready to brace her demise.
Bria sneakily slipped her pocket-knife into her bra from inside her dresser, holding in her fear while descending the stairway to meet Tony and his men. Not even a couple of steps when reaching the floor, Tony assaulted Brianna before she could even prepare herself. His men joined in eventually, physically pounding her until she could not hold herself to stand. Bria could not naturally meet their ties of strength, and was thrown around by them. Her body was battered, and was on the verge of death. Destiny coincidentally appeared at Bria’s house, unaware that her friend and partner in crime was being thrashed by overpowered men. Casually shifting to glance through the living room window, Destiny gawked at the horrific scenery and busted through the entrance of the small house to aid Brianna. Bria could only watch helplessly as the men beat Destiny to a pulp. In a desperate attempt to save Destiny, Bria tried to use her blade to at least kill the man of her nightmares, but the tables turned on her. She was not killed, miraculously, but it was unfortunate for Destiny; the girl who had not even been prepared for such ludicrous was critically pierced through her heart and chest by Bria’s own weapon.
It was bad timing, but Brianna soon heard Wade’s roars from the outside. She grew even more fearful of her father’s outcome result. Tony was infuriated now, and attempted to use Brianna as a hostage. Before anyone could blink, Wade too entered the house and shot down each of the four men swiftly with a pistol he brought, hoping to dear God that he didn’t cap a bullet through Bria by any chance. He had the holster aimed toward Tony, ready to blow his brains out but T-Money had Bria in his grasp, her own blade to her neck ready to slice across by his physical command. She had been in tears, not able to contain her inner pride. T-Money threatened that he would kill Brianna if Wade didn’t drop his gun, and that forced Wade to desperately let go of his pistol. The stepfather of the household dominated this confrontation, ordering Wade to force Bria into delivering the illegal substance to the east side dealer otherwise known as Blaze, if Wade wanted his daughter back. Wade insisted on taking the task, relieving Tony. Eventually Bria was released and found herself crying into her father.
Central High
"I mean... it wasn't nothin' too special. I guess my time over there, the only thing I regret was gettin into that bang wit' Mercy and comin off an expulsion. SIKE! That bitch betta' know whats comin to her when I see her again. Forreal forreal, she gon' get the hands. She think she all that and a bag'a chips, well booboo you aint shit."
Brianna’s home had been disastrously recked. Wade escorted her pained anatomy to his own, and treated her for weeks until her wounds were healed. During those days, Brianna couldn’t resist but blame herself for Destiny’s death. Southside Broads were told about the tragic event and mourned over the loss of a significant member. They grimly accused Bria for the tragedy, since she did not call any of them that could have prevented it from happening.
For months, Tammy and the girls offered nothing but the cold shoulder toward Bria, and she could not help but feel neglected. Feeling so angry with herself, she ultimately decided to move away from Chicago temporarily, to ease her mind from the overwhelming pressure. It was a week later when Bria announced her departure to Detroit, however the girls waved her off discursively.
Bria traveled with Wade south to land on the unfamiliar turf of Michigan by plane, and was fairly hopeful that she could refresh her life there. She went to school at Central High, and found herself being the center of attention. Despite her new appearance at the fresh environment, it seemed people praised her for her high self-respect. It eventually screwed into her dome too hard, and she evolved into an arrogant queen who ran the females at the school ironically. During her time at Central, she came across a shy, innocent girl named Mercy Madison who despised trouble. Bria liked the attention from the crowd whenever picking at Mercy, making her feel so belittled. She was so cruel to the younger girl that she often struck the poor lifestyle that Mercy lived. It was a shame, because it would get worse and worse. One day in the cafeteria, Mercy transformed into a powerhousing woman, and literally mashed Brianna into the ground for all the suffering and depression she put her through. It surprised the dreadlocked woman dearly because she hadn’t witnessed anything that amazing in her entire life. Though she fought back, Mercy gained the victory over her as Bria had been bleeding immensely over her eye. Security guards, police officers and teachers had to break the fight apart; the energy between the two girls were outrageous.
Millennium City
"I aint gon' lie, but this place is even more terrifyin' than Chicago. Hea', you got them vamps, werewolves, demons, aliens, hybrids 'n shit like that to kill you if you fuck up just a tad! Millennium wasn't what I expected but fuck it, this'll help me develop into an even better bawse than I was before."
The fight was so hazardous that it was shown on the daily news. Tammy and the girls were tongue tied at the nonsense they heard from the reporters, each of them watching the cafeteria footage from inside their homes. They were all disgusted by this, and held an intervention about Brianna’s position as a Southside member of the gang. Little did Bria know, the Southside Broads determined that she was to be disbanded. In their eyes, Bria did nothing but only make a fool of the affiliation, and trace herself as a pathetic disgrace. Tammy was going to make sure Brianna had a memorable exit from the group.
Crawford was expelled from Central High School for the nasty brawl that took place. She had no other school to go to since they all did not want her for acting so roguish. It caused her to return back to Chicago because she had no other choice. Tammy and the crew met up with Bria to make amends, to Crawford’s knowledge, but she was lured into a trap. Signaling the other six females to stand down, Tammy deliberately fought Bria one-on-one with such tension. Bria felt so betrayed and hurt, because she really thought these girls were her sisters in a way. Tammy spoke harsh words to her, ruling Bria out of the group while pitifully slamming her around. Bria screamed and cried her heart out at the dominant girls around her, agonizing her love that she felt for them all when all they did was knock her down. Tammy was much tougher than Bria; she contained more experience since she had been in multiple gangs beside SSB.
Brianna had the most painful exit from SSB. That was it, she thought, it was time to move on. Not wasting too much time complaining about the traitors who beat her senseless, she departed herself from Chicago and moved into Millennium City to restart all over. It shocked her to an extreme extent when all she saw roaming the streets were mutants, power armored beings, monsters and more abnormal figures. Though it did not scare her, because she actually felt motivated to accomplish more in the state than in Illinois. She met a lot of iffy creatures that often summoned beef with her, and gained friends whom she lost within weeks and months later. Bria made a vow to worry about no one but herself for as long as she breathed.
Millennium City was a great twist for Bria in varieties of ways. Her view of life matured on higher levels. Bria always took extra caution in engaging socially toward people she did not know. While learning that trust hurts, she planned not to get too attached to anyone. Club Caprice was her place of interest, and usually stopped by there every night mainly to observe and review the deviant folks. During this respite, she met Krysta. At first, of course, she kept her distance from the blonde woman, and had not intended to grow close because of the fear of losing another ally.. Fortunately before she knew it, the two went from casual acquaintances to the best of friends in a considerable amount of time. In comparison to the people in the past that Brianna dealt with, she was confident to a high degree that Krysta was different... unique from the SSB, perhaps. It truly surprised her when she found herself committed to protect Krysta until the day she died, because the assassination of Destiny still haunted her memories. Followed by gaining a devoted confidant, Brianna also encountered Stitch in Caprice. She was grateful to have met them both.
- The air breezes serenely as Bria walked with hands in her pockets in the skirts of the Renaissance Center. She was on her way to see the number one being that meant most to her-- Krysta. She smiled to herself slightly, reminiscing the horrific tragedies of the Bloodmoon that just happened recently. Finally; the worrying... the concerns... the fears... they were all gone from within Bria's core. For the longest time, she had doubt that the menacing threat Takofanes was going to be stopped since he mauled heroes overtime and had a great advantage.
- She remembers witnessing the unforgettable scenery in which Takofanes met his demise. Everyone including the remainder of innocent humans cheered on with remedy. Even she was shocked at how single handedly he was defeated by the quantity of heroes and villains that ironically allied together. She did not engage in any part of the fray however; she knew better than to be near a zombie overlord. All she did was watch from a secluded distance.
- Her thoughts and flashbacks were abruptly cut from her mind as she froze her movements near the Club of Caprice, hearing a shriek from around the area.
- "Y-You hit me!" Cried what sounded like a distressed woman.
- "What? I didn't do it," replied another who seemed to be in defense.
- Bria blinked, now watching the scenery observantly from a distance without revealing her presence for the time being. Surely one of the two women sounded familiar... Krysta?
- The damsel in the dreadlocks grew suspicious in just a short matter of time, her attitude flicking like a lightswitch. By this point, she didn't care that her image was noticed any longer. For some reason Brianna felt in her heart that she had valid reasoning for getting upset despite the altercation not being her business.
- She eased up the pathways of Renaissance Center, nearing toward a close flowing fountain. Bria was inching closer to the scene. Finally, she was proximate enough to gaze at the two bickering females.
- Her eyes were utterly shocked by what she saw. From a range, a short blonde woman with a red strap around her ponytail was seen in a sitting position rather dazed while the other, implied to be a brunette archer due to her costume, had been patting her face.
- What in the world was Krysta doing outside of her home? Wasn't Bria supposed to be meeting her there?
- Krysta doesn't say anymore and obscenely tries to scramble away. She wore heels that found purchase on the ground, lifting just enough to turn, grab the top ledge of the planter and pull herself up. In a burst of purple mist, she haphazardly takes off in a dangerous flight. She ascended several feet in the air only to flop and lose her balance as she slammed belly-first upon the grass. Krysta groaned in pain, clearly still groggy and thick-headed.
- Bria scowled loudly, stomping forward. "What the fuck's going on?"
- "Buh-Bria-...!" Krysta meeps.
- The unknown girl sitting crisscrossed alone snaps her head toward Bria's direction, scrambling to her feet. "I haven't the slightest idea!" Her eyes dart between the blonde and redhead.
- "Again..." Bria pushed on verbally, "What the HELL is goin on!" She narrowed her eyes at the suspect, "What'chu mean you don't got the slightest idea?"
- "I-- I just don't!" The long haired woman stammered nervously.
- Bria shifted her attention from Litalya disdainfully, jogging straight to Krysta as she hopped over the leveled platform using her acrobatic skills. "Krysta. What happened gurl?"
- Krysta had been sprawled out upon the barley face first, her cheek then resting on the green lawn. Her face looked as if it took considerable damage. Pushing her hands at the grass with all of the might she could muster, she tried to arise on her feet. She lazily blinked about, struggling to speak properly, "Sh-she... Think she... Hit me."
- Immediately Bria's heart ran at 150 miles per hour it felt, the beat was so hasty and heavy. Her eyes shoot wider than before, the sudden adrenaline raging through her.
- "WHAT?!" Brianna snapped her gaze at Litalya, glaring at her harshly.
- Litalya cringed, staggering back from Bria's dark demeanor. "I don't.... Heh... W-Whoops?" She stuttered constantly, her voice shaking.
- Crawford gritted her teeth, the sight of Krysta in pain and on the ground with blood dripping from her forehead causing her to sneer darkly. How dare anyone touch her best friend.
- "Oh you bitch," her voice quivered with venom, "Square the fuck up!" She began to adjust and strap her gloves in preparation, walking hurriedly toward Litalya. "Ima kill yo' ass."
- Litalya's eyes grow large in fear, shuffling further away from the angry Bria while holding her hands up near her face in resignation. "Hey, hey take it easy now!"
- Meanwhile, Krysta had still been fighting her strength to stand strong, but she eventually gave in. Flopping down on the grass, her fingers dig at the blades while the world spins through her vision.
- “You tellin ME to take it easy?! What fuckery is that?!” Bria shouted at the girl, aggressively motioning an arm toward Krysta’s direction as if reminding Litalya what harm she caused.
- Litalya did nothing but just gawk at Bria. She opened her mouth to reply, but no words came out. In a response to the intimidating dreadlocked woman, she turned on her heel to begin making a run for it.
- Bria quirked an eyebrow, watching the guilty girl stumble. “Oh no no, bitch...” She wagged a finger in disapproval, launching off as well to chase the perpetual maiden. The two had a wide gap in between them since Litalya had an advantage of early start. But Brianna wasn’t letting her apparent enemy escape... over her dead body, maybe.
- While charging for the archer, Brianna used her great speed, jumping to bounce off of the nearby tree, displaying how athletic and specially trained she is while landing perfectly on her two feet well-balanced in front of the fleeing Litalya, bearing her teeth like a savage beast. Brianna was beyond infuriated.
- Litalya skidded to a halt, wide eyeing at Bria. She just stood there helplessly, unsure of what to do.
- “Oh you think you gon’ get away with this?” Crawford frowns viciously, and in a swift blurry movement, she tosses a couple of smoke pellets that seem to be from her jacket, launching at Litalya's feet.
- The tiny balls smack at the ground and explode into a mist of breathtaking fume. Litalya looked around nervously, not able to resist coughing as she is gradually blinded, not able to see a thing.
- Bria gritted her teeth firm when the smoke covered Litalya. With the time she was able to manage, she used it to rush at the woman. Utilizing her ninja-like skills, Brianna abruptly appeared at an unpredictable angle to land a devastating blow toward Litalya’s dome with her clenched fist.
- Litalya gasped, her voice breathless. For a brief moment her life flashed before her eyes, catching the appearance of Bria. Unfortunately for her, she was far from able to react quick enough to the swing. She was struck in the face by the blow, her head whipping backwards forcefully as she crashes directly on her back. The ground impacted loud enough for the birds to scram from inside the nearby tree branches.
- By this point in time, Krysta slowly managed to roll onto her back and sit up, bracing herself against a tree that luckily supported her, watching with a pale, bloodstained face. She dug her fingernails into the bark of the trunk, exhaling in boisterous breaths to steady and settle her spiraling head. She can only view on with a worried expression.
- Litalya laid there, staring up at the sky seemingly almost out of commission from the single hit.
- Brianna snarls, her eyes filled with rage. “You hurt my rod!” She then marched toward the downed woman who appeared to be dazed. “I could stab yo’ ass UP right now! ‘Juu kno ‘dat?!” She yelled when eventually standing above Litalya. “Yo’ ass aint done yet tho.”
- Bria scowls with all the hatred left in her, mercilessly sinking her knuckles violently into Litalya’s gut while bending down slightly, delivering the clinching blow.
- Litalya grunts squeakily as she's punched in the stomach. She was knocked the wind out of, the air leaving her with a sharp heave. Though in the severity of her vertigo, no other signs of pain are displayed. Her eyes roll upward and close as she slips out of consciousness, going limp on the concrete.
- The dark toned woman in black leather clothing, dreadlocks hanging from her face, clenches her teeth, hissing fiercely as she then slowly stood back up, peering down at Litalya in disgust. She notes that the woman is now unconscious, and grimaces. "Why do that to yourself, you cunt...” Sucking her teeth, she reached down to grab Litalya by the wrist and drag her to where they previously stood.
- Krysta was still seen clinging to the tree. She had a look of horror on her face from the violence that happened right before her eyes. She clearly wasn’t prepared for such animosity at a time like this. But... she was saved. She focuses her gaze on Bria for a while, at first blinking in fear until manages a disoriented smile of relief, those pretty features warming on her face. She beams in a fond murmur, "Oh Briaboo..."
PERSONALITY
- Passionate Sports Girl - Brianna loves her sports, no doubt. She grew up watching basketball for as long as she could remember, watching almost every game. Let's not mention the post-season.
- Sassy Black Woman - She can be nice when deciding to be although it is rare. It is best not to engage with her attitude because there is no telling if she may just physically break your limb. Her short temperament usually led her into brawls when young, and it still happens to her at 23 years old.
- The Lad-ette - She loves sporting activities, beer, cars, swearing and competition. Bria can be crude, rude, often hygienically challenged and cheerfully ignorant and aggressive. If you are a guy, she'll probably challenge you to a fight, stand victorious and then start teasing you mercilessly for as long as she lives. Brianna talks in a slang fashion as a signature of her symbol; where she evolved, West Garfield Park was loaded with vulgar language.
- I Have You Now, My Pretty - As a teenager, Brianna had to go through devastating and scarring times with her stepfather where he would sexually molest her when Diana had been out of the household. It was as if Tony had been satisfied at all times. This caused Bria to develop with a mental scab, and she at one point later in life caught herself in Tony's position because of her monotonous experience with sex, dominating ones smaller than her. She eventually had a breakdown from the revolting nightmares she fed off from, and made a vow to pull herself away from the cruel treatment she often delivered to those frail of her. For a fact, Bria knew she wasn't Tony, and wasn't going to transform into him. Nowadays, she could still feel the urges to entice, but successes to keep herself in check.
- Things Get Real - Brianna doesn't take her soul as a parody; if she notes a situation where her life is being severely jeopardized, she will go out of her way to make sure harm stays from near her... nothing will stop her. She has the mental state to kill whom ever it is first, before she is the the first to lay dead.
- Death Is A Sad Thing - Throughout her life, Bria could only witness murders before her eyes. While she was in SSB, one of the girls in the group was violently killed at the corner of her street. Death is a difficult enough matter for adults to deal with. It's no surprise that children find it especially painful when they meet their demise, because it isn't natural. Brianna learned that life is too short to grieve, and stay doing her business.
APPEARANCE
- Face of a Thug - Bria contains a hardened expression usually all the time. Her eyes show the true pain of what she had to deal with practically her entire life. You'd have to be a really close friend to her if you expect to see her smile at all.
- Facial Markings - On the right side of her face, there is a large, red scar plastered over Bria's eye caused by Mercy Madison. She thinks it makes her look ugly, but people have told her that it actually makes her twice more attractive than without the marking.
- Tattooed Crook - Brianna's body is covered in tattoo ink, mainly displaying tribal designs. It more so traced her persona as a criminal when associated with Southside Broads. But now, she must live with them forever. Bria often now refers to her tattoos as a fashion accessory.
- Dark-Skinned Redhead - It isn't usually acknowledged by many people, but Bria is a redhead. She has dark carmine dreadlocks, which she dyed late in her childhood, and crispy brown skin. While being dark is not a particularly alien choice, it is more often used to reflect a bouncy, energetic, fiery personality than actual nationality. It is a distinctive feature; Breazy is referred to by others such as 'the girl with the dreads'.
- Femme Fatale - Bria is attractive and she knows it. She can use her good looks to gain advantage over anything she could put her mind to... well maybe, almost. Based off of just appearances to a plus, she looks as though she can fight brutally and defend herself when need be, which is a full package. She is no nonsense. Men in despite of Bria's defiant and tough demeanor still cannot resist her however.
- Black Boss Lady - Bria Crawford is one of a kind, and proud to call herself black. Before she left Chicago to transport to Millennium City, she left impressions that left most jaw-broken... even the most intimidating men. The scarred woman often calls herself a boss, because of the accomplishments and stunts that she pulled throughout her life while also overcoming her struggling emulations. The community around Bria incredulously acknowledges the fact that Bria is one of the most successful goons that breathe to this day. Sure, she's been stabbed and sexually abused, but you still see her standing defiant and not under the graves.
- Even The Girls Want Her - It isn't just the men who find Bria appealing; the women do as well. Her body strikes as a very curvaceous figure... well, unless wearing heavy urban clothing like sweat pants and a casual hoodie. Crawford is noticeably tall for a lass with shoulder-length dreadlocks. Despite not being too thin, she isn't too thick either. Her bust is considerable, followed by her build being well-toned. Women in both Chicago and Millennium City have approached her seductively in the past.
POWERS & ABILITIES
- Kung-Fu Clairvoyance - Bria uses the Aikido style of martial arts majority of the time when in combat. She has mastered it sometime ago after her devastating defeat by Mercy. Unlike before, she is very confident of dismantling anyone that steps in her way.
- I Can Still Fight - Just when you think Bria is done and over with in a fight, she'll usually get right back up. Her adrenaline surpasses most that she knows; she is graceful to accept the fact that she was born a fighter. Her stamina can consist for a long period of time, unless her heart stops beating. Historic scenes that prove this trope of her was the fight against the Southside Broads before she had been affiliated with them and Mercy during that school day.
- Deadly Delivery - Almost like how a criminal or terrorist poses as a package courier or mailman to deliver a bomb, or get the target to open the door so he can be shot or kidnapped. Brianna uses herself as a package when within her carries a sharp pocketknife. She has used it on many victims before, and she will not hesitate to act if necessary.
- Fists of Rage - It is highly recommended not to mess with Brianna. Her hands can be her deadliest weapons.
- Victory By Endurance - Sometimes, the one who wins a battle is simply the last man standing, and Bria is frequently the favor. She revolves around ensuring that her will—either over an extremely long period of time or after great expenditure of energy—is the deciding factor in the battle. This is usually her main tactic whenever in combat. Bria waits for her target to either run out of gas, collapse, or die altogether.
WEAKNESSES
MUSICBOX
...Songs from Bria's playlist...
TRIVIA
- Bria idolizes NBA basketball player LeBron James. She thinks he is the greatest player to ever step foot on the court after Michael Jordan. She would do anything to defend him in a debate, especially over who she despises as an overrated player to her-- Kobe Bryant.
- She entered a gangster affiliation representing the south when she was notably residing west of Chicago.
- Music is her life. She cannot thrive without it.
- Brianna contains a heavy Chicago-accent that she's developed over the years active in her hometown. To many people in Millennium City, she sounds foreign to them.
- Her favorite drink is Iced Tea by Nestea, raspberry flavor. It is a must for her to purchase it at Club Caprice.
- Brianna would be seen in Downtown of Millennium, since that is where she lives now.
- She owns a mechanical motorbike. Instead of traveling by foot, Brianna jets to her destinations by using the copperhead vehicle. She created a name for it, calling it Coppa'.
