FORSBERG, Bennett

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[style= text-align: center; text-transform: uppercase;]BENNETT ADELAIDE FORSBERG

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NAME: Bennett Adelaide Forsberg
AGE: 26
GENDER: Female
BIRTHDAY: 7 February 1986
OCCUPATION: Former Pop Star/Outsider

PLAYBY: Yvonne Strahovski

MOTHER: Mary Forsberg (39, Missing)
FATHER William Forsberg (40, Missing)
BROTHERS:
Lawrence Forsberg (14, Missing)
SISTERS:
Camille Forsberg (22, Missing)
Margaret Forsberg (14, Missing)
SPOUSE: N/A
CHILDREN: N/A
EXTENDED FAMILY:N/A

Being born to the prom king and queen means you get only the best genes (the prettier phenotypes, anyway), and the best genes did Bennett Forsberg get. Long, wavy locks of hair - just as golden as the bars stashed up in her father’s vault - and crystal blue eyes - as captivating as her mother’s - adorn her heart-shaped face; expressive eyebrows and full, luscious lips add more to an already enticing face, giving her the ability to go from looking like an innocent angel, to a full-blown femme de fatale straight out of a noir movie.

Above average height, porcelain skin, hourglass figure, legs that seem to stretch out to eternity; this girl has the kind of appearance that Hollywood loves to embrace, and boy, does she know it. Body-hugging dresses, skinny jeans, tank tops or hanging blouses: anything that has the word ‘fabulous,’ ‘gorgeous,’ or even ‘weird, but it’s designer, so I’ll get it’ automatically gets sent to her wardrobe. Practicality and comfort are not part of the equation; it’s all about looking good.

In a nutshell? Think of the HBIC in almost 99% of all high school movies. You know the one; the girl with a head so pretty, she’s become afraid of touching it, let alone injecting some form of substance into it. That’s the sort of impression that a lot of people get upon meeting Bennett; and, sadly, they’re usually not wrong about her.

Let’s jump back to the HBIC analogy from earlier. Take that archetype, turn the bitchiness to 150%, take away the propensity to engage in complicated plans aiming to trigger the downfall of her newest competition (primarily because a. she doesn’t really have the attention span for that, and b. there isn’t any competition; for Bennett, the ultimate truth is that the world revolves around her), and you would have successfully cooked yourself your very own Bennett Forsberg. She’s the life of the party: loud, obnoxious, impulsive, and willing to do the most ridiculous thing in the name of fun. A lot of people have come and labelled her a nihilist, to which she responds, drunkenly, that she has absolutely no idea what that even means.

You would think that she’d do her best to avoid the ‘dumb blonde’ stereotype, but no, she revels in it. In fact, one might even say that she deliberately embraces the image. You know what they say: bad publicity is still publicity, and there’s no one who feeds on attention more than Bennet Forsberg does. Truthfully, while she does possess some semblance of competence and intelligence, she is much less inclined to use it on maths and science and all that boring stuff, than she is to use it on manipulating people into doing things for her.

And the truth (this makes for either a sad realisation or a relief, depending on your perspective)? She could be a lot worse. It’s not like she goes out of her way to make random people think they are barely worth a dime; that would take too much effort. If you pissed her off, and only if you pissed her off (though, admittedly, this isn’t much of a feat), the worst thing she could do is throw a hissy fit, make a scene and humiliate you in front of everybody; otherwise, she’d only treat you like you didn’t exist, which, really, is a much better option. Alternatively, if she really needed something from you, she would be just the nicest thing. Perhaps ‘opportunist’ would best describe her; she really would do anything to get what she wants, and this goes anywhere from buying people off to flaunting her sexuality. If Machiavelli had met Bennett Forsberg, they would have gotten along famously.

But to anyone else ridiculous enough to consider the notion of a relationship with her? Unless you are an emotional masochist who is fine with completely one-sided relationships, don’t even think about it. As far as she’s concerned, her loyalty only belongs to herself, and her first priority will always be her safety and her safety alone. She has virtually no regard for the well-being for others, and it’s yet to be proven that she actually possesses some sort of conscience. Rules have always been alien to her, though admittedly, she only breaks them when she’s absolutely sure she can get away with it. You would think, then, that if she hates following laws so much she would have a field day with the anarchy-struck world at present, what with 90% of humanity becoming little more than reanimated corpses, but the ironic thing is, the whole zombie outbreak might have ended up doing her more good than bad, might have actually pulled her head out of the clouds and back to the earth. Honestly, though? A little more pulling and her head might spontaneously combust in utter madness.

NATIONALITY: American

C’mon. It’s Bennett Forsberg. Don’t pretend you don’t know the story. Rich girl needs to become independent, wants to make a name for herself without her family backing her up; rich girl goes to live on her own, get her own job, start from the very bottom of the ladder; rich girl decides to join a nationwide televised talent show, stuns the judges with her voice, wows the audience with the story of how she abandoned the sweet life had been born in, just so she herself could work for that very same dream; rich girl reaches the semi-finals, still gets a record deal, eventually becomes a musical sensation, stars in a few awful romcoms, inspires everyone ‘to be your own and to be your best’. It’s all too inspiring, really, and some might even say, tearfully, that it’s all too good to be true. And it is. William Forsberg paid some folks a couple hundred bucks to give his daughter a nice little backstory. It was a great investment, by the way; Bennett makes millions now. He couldn’t be more proud.

The result of a drunken celebration between the high school quarterback and the head cheerleader, Bennett was her parents’ sweet little angel - whatever the hell that meant - and never went one second of her life unpampered. Her father was the heir of a multi-millionaire businessman who had allowed the couple to keep the baby on the condition that William would attend business school (something that the latter had previously protested against). It wasn’t long before William realised that he actually had potential to do great in the corporate world, and though he grew to enjoy his career, he vowed never to make his children try out something they didn’t like; as a result, where his father was strict and at times even forceful, William became the lenient and cool dad, to the point that his ‘coolness’ might have done his children more bad than good.

Bennett grew up spoiled, grew up thinking her parents’ world revolved around her. When she had reached schooling age, she expected to receive the same kind of attention from her peers; though at first they scorned her for it, she soon learned enough about dealing with people, and later applied this knowledge to her advantage. She became a teacher’s pet, but behind the grown-ups’ backs, she would pull the most outrageous pranks that made her friends laugh. She ridiculed ‘the nerds’ and ‘the losers’ because people thought it was funny. She took theatre, dancing, and singing lessons, won enough talent shows to make her popular around the whole area.

As she grew older, her mischievousness and love for tomfoolery had turned into an air of indifference and condescension, because that was what’s cool now. When she entered high school, she became a well-loved member of their school’s drama society, and the head of their cheerleading squad; to everyone else, she was Bennett Iceberg, Queen of the Cold and the Heartless. Not that anyone ever had the guts to actually stand up to her, though; she was, by far, the richest and the most powerful girl in school, and crossing her basically meant social suicide. She eventually graduated high school with surprisingly high marks, though this really isn’t too surprising once you realise how much she winks at the science club president.

After high school, she decided to spend a year backpacking across Europe, in what she liked to call ‘a search to find herself.’ Realising, on her journeys, that she’d lost all that popularity she’d gained throughout high school, she’d finally learnt what she wanted all this time: popularity. On an international level. Knowing she had the resources and the skill for it, she finally decided to join a nationwide talent show. With the help of her dad and his publicists, she was able to gain enough popularity to reach the semi-finals of the competition (her loss actually proved to be a blessing in disguise, since it paved the way for her debut album, ‘Never Give Up’ which sold over two million copies nationwide, and shed over four million tween tears). Her theatre background allowed her to expand her career further into acting, and, in no time, despite the circulation of some controversies and rumours revolving around her and her work attitude, Bennett Forsberg became the girl that half the media loved (the other half simply loved to hate her).

When the pandemic hit, Bennett was on a musical tour in the east coast, and was due to have a concert in Philly right when the zombies spread out of DC. Though the concert had been cancelled due to the outbreak, they thought that Washington had it covered until news spread out that the virus had travelled to the other states. Bennett, who had been partying with her crew and some other people that day, tried to contact her dad for help, though the connection was cut off before her dad could even respond. It was at about the same time that word got out that the zombies were headed to the city; panic and discord ensued, and Bennett and the others she was with realised that they had to flee the city as soon as possible. Weeks passed, and her family still wasn’t answering her calls. It wasn't long before the number of the group continued to decimate, partly due to internal conflicts, but also because some of them just couldn’t run fast enough (or sometimes, they had just stopped trying to run away at all); hope, it seemed, was running out quickly. For the members of the group who had miraculously made it alive to the present day, their only chance at some semblance of stability and a normal life remain in rumours of refuge in Henley Falls, but with only five of them left, and with supplies running low, it seems unlikely for all of them to be able to see even just the gates of the rumoured haven. At least, as a human, that is.

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