Karalie Heise
Jul 6, 2014 22:55:12 GMT -5
Post by Karalie Heise on Jul 6, 2014 22:55:12 GMT -5
The BasicsName: Karalie Francis Heise
Nicknames:
Age: 17
Orientation: Heterosexual
Desired Rank/Job: Student
Powers: Retrocognition. Whenever Karalie comes into contact with someone or something she risks the chance of grabbing a memory. In the beginning it was constant, causing her to suffer a lot of confusion and fear, but as the years went by she slowly began to gain some amount of control. Her emotions have a large impact on her abilities. The more frightened or angry she is, the less control she has. When she’s calm and has a clear mind she has great control. It’s passed through hands, either by touching something or being grabbed by someone, and she can sense the history of both objects she picks up and people she touches. She has no control over what she sees yet, and cannot seek specific memories. It’s very random. When Karalie receives a large memory, something more detailed than a glimpse, it can cause a headache or even nosebleed depending on the size. Over the years the memories she received would often get mixed with her own, and there are times she genuinely believes something happened to her, or she did something that she in fact did not do. Some memories stick stronger than others, though. The more detailed ones will stay for a long time, especially the ones from the beginning.
Play By: Zoey DeutchThe DetailsHair Color: Brown
Eye Color: Brown
Any Piercings? None.
Any Tattoos? None.
Any Scars? Some small scars from chicken pox.
General Appearance: Karalie is not known for her height, standing at 5’4”. She’s always been a scrawny little thing, and though she’s developed a more mature figure at seventeen, she is still very petite in size. On the surface she looks relatively happy, smiling often at people, but that’s mostly due to how she was raised. Karalie grew up doing pageants in the south and holds herself naturally with confidence and poise. She can come off looking snooty if caught in the wrong moment, but generally she has a welcoming demeanor.
Karalie also dresses nicely. Having been an only child, her parents spared no expense when it came to clothing their child. She’s had a taste for the finer things, and though she tries not to be, she is a little spoiled.
Personality: Karalie has been severely humbled by her ability. She has witnessed suffering and has more perspective on the world. She can be really bubbly, but sometimes slips into a strange sort of depression, making her more susceptible to visions. She knows this about herself and tries to keep her mind clear whenever possible and keep an upbeat attitude. She is relatively witty, often able to dish it out as much as she can take it, and has zero tolerance for rudeness. Karalie has no problem putting someone in their place if she feels they’ve wronged her or someone else, though she’s not always eloquent when it comes to speaking her mind, especially if she has a chip on her shoulder at the moment. Karalie is known to daydream, too. She doesn’t always hear people coming, often lost in her own thoughts. She forgets things often and confuses her own life sometimes with the visions she receives.Your VicesLikes:Alone time, reading, singing, dancing, the beach (though not swimming), attention and chocolate anything.
Dislikes: Marine life, swimming, arguing, dominant personalities, the pitch black.
Strengths: speaking her mind, knowing her own limits, loyalty and honesty.
Weaknesses: Being judgmental and jumping to conclusions before she knows the whole story.
Fears: Most marine life, very dark places, very small and tight spaces, almost all vermin.
Secret: She wishes she were “normal”, though won’t admit that to anyone.Family TiesFather: Jacob Maxwell Heise III, Esq
Mother: Della May Heise, homemaker
Siblings: Karalie had a younger brother, Jacob Maxwell Heise, IV, who died of SIDS when he was four months old.
Any Other Important People: N/AHistoryIt was September 28, 1996 in Mendenhall, Mississipi, a town not far out of Jackson. Della May Heise had been in labor for nearly thirty hours before she finally pushed her first born from her abdomen. To say Jacob and Della May were excited for the arrival of their baby girl was an understatement. When Karalie entered their life, their world began to revolve around her almost completely. She was their everything, their miracle bundle wrapped in pink, and they wanted to show her off to the world. Karalie began doing pageants before her first birthday and her childhood home was decorated with her many crowns, sashes and trophies. The girl had poise and charisma, a stunning personality and disposition that the judges adored and she was the envy of most little girls. When she was nearly four her momma gave birth to a baby brother, a real life baby doll for Karalie to love and cherish despite its constant wailing. But tragedy struck not long after baby Jacob’s arrival. At just four months the baby perished in his sleep. His parents were never quite the same.
From the moment of baby J’s death, Della May focused almost all her attention on her daughter. Whatever that baby girl wanted she got, and it wasn’t long before it went to her head. The old plantation house soon became home to kittens and horses and Karalie was enrolled in singing lessons, tap, jazz and ballet lessons and even tennis lessons. She entered nearly every pageant in the state of Mississipi and often those in the neighboring states, her mother fawning over her completely. Karalie loved the attention she get on stage and at home. She had both parents wrapped around her finger, standing high on her diamond encrusted pedestal. Nothing could touch her, she was headed for greatness! And then she turned twelve.
It was just after Thanksgiving the year Karalie turned twelve that the visions began. It wasn’t like a switch turning on, but her powers did come in like the tide; slow at first and then quickly rising. She had been storming around her room, raging about some stupid thing or another, and angrily grabbed a teddy bear that was sitting on her bed to fling across the room, only when she grabbed the bear her body froze. She felt a strange surge run through her, a feeling she’d never felt before, and her mind was suddenly overwhelmed with a memory of her younger self playing tea party with that bear, among other stuffed animals. It was all over in an instant, the whole memory flashing back to her in a matter of seconds, a quick glimpse into her past. Nothing happened again for a few days, but when it did she was again throwing a fit about something and flung herself onto her bed, her small fingers gripping the soft flesh of her pillow and digging in as she prepared to scream into the soft fabric only the screams didn’t come. Instead she was sent to some strange sweatshop, a young Asian woman sewing the folds of fabric. Karalie all but fell out of her bed when the episode was over, crawling crablike away from the place she had once slept so soundly, staring at it in terror. She refused to sleep there again.
The days passed by, her visions coming more frequently and sometimes much stronger. Karalie began to slink into her shell for the first time in her life, refusing to go to any of her out of school activities for fear of receiving the memories she detested. Visions of her tennis coach being beaten as a child, her friend in tap taking a trip to Disney World, her ballet instructor shoving her finger down her throat and vomiting into a toilet.. She couldn’t look those people in the eye after seeing their horrific memories, or sometimes happy ones, and she couldn’t control her ability. Her mother fell to pieces all over again, confused as to why Karalie, who had always loved her lessons, suddenly felt ill at the thought of going. Della May begged her daughter to tell her what was wrong, bribed her, threatened her, pleaded with her, but Karalie was too frightened to tell her mother what was happening, and after some disturbing visions about the woman, she had a hard time looking her in the eye as well.
It wasn’t until a recruiter came two weeks after her first vision that the Heise family received answers as to what was going on with Karalie. Karalie sat quietly as the recruiter offered insight, her father arguing angrily and her mother crying about her only living child’s new found “condition”. They refused to let them take their baby, insisted something else could be done, but in the end, after hours and hours and several threats from Jacob, the family caved. Karalie was to leave. Della May helped her daughter pack silently before locking herself in her room, leaving Karalie confused, frightened and to some degree excited about her new life. The thought of leaving her parents terrified, but the thought of life continuing as it was with these new visions, frightened her more.
Once at Hammel, Karalie was really able to stretch her mind so to speak. It took years to gain any semblance of control over her power, but finally with the right training she was on the path to success. She began keeping a journal of everything she saw, what she was doing and how she was feeling, and figured out a pattern. The calmer and happier she was, the less likely the visions were to occur, and if they did they were often pleasant ones. If she herself was angry and lacked control of her emotions she was more inclined to absorb someone, or something’s history, and a not so pleasant one at that. Due to her inability to completely control what she saw, she kept to herself often. That wasn’t to say Karalie didn’t have any friends, but she certainly didn’t like to put herself out there. She liked letting people have their own privacy, and she got the feeling they all preferred it that way. There are days, though, she longs for the life she should have had back in Mississipi and speaks with her parents whenever possible, who to this day refuse to believe what Karalie is. Deep down Karalie likes it that way as well. It’s hard to keep some semblance of normal when you’re anything but.Roleplay Example“You haven’t gone to visit her in the last few days?” He rolled his shoulders, a stupid, almost amused look on his face. "Can't drive with my bum arm." It was a stupid excuse, they both knew it, but she wasn't going to fight with him. She sighed and he could see the anger on her angelic face. “She’s fine. No big changes, but the doctor says she’s healing well. The infection isn’t getting any worse and her fever doesn’t go above a hundred and one anymore. He believes she’s through the worst of it.” He was relieved to hear that and nodded, not having much else to say on the matter. He wasn't optimistic about her recovery, though, and he couldn't bear to see her in that condition. That was the real reason he was avoiding the hospital. His mother had always been a fighter, someone who would yell on the phone for an hour to save her company literally $50, and to see her so helpless and lifeless on a bed.. it was more than he could handle. It was easier to pretend she was at work.
Remy moved past Julie and went towards the sofa, grabbing a half drunk bottle of water from the counter and chugging the rest of it. He could hear Julie following him, his eyes moving to watch her pick up his trash. It was all he could do to not roll his eyes at her. “Remy, this is gross even for you.” She sounded exasperated and he sighed, pulling the empty bottle from his lips and tossing it towards the can she was trying to fill with his garbage. He missed and the bottle clattered to the floor with the rest of the trash. She looked up at him in disbelief and he raised his brows trying to look innocent, opening his mouth to tell her he would pick it up when she spoke first. “Really? You can’t pick up your goddamn phone for me, but you can fuck one or five other girls while I’m worrying about you?” His deep blue eyes flashed on the condom wrappers and he sighed heavily, running his hand over his face, giving her a pleading look and opening his mouth to attempt to smooth things over, but she snapped at him before he had the chance. “I saw the cute blonde who came by here yesterday, by the way. I’m guessing by the cans of chicken soup she had in her hands that she wasn’t a hooker.” It actually took a lot for him not to laugh about Alexis and the soup. God, she was an idiot. A beautiful, air headed idiot. “How many other girls are helping you get over your trauma, hm? Have you ignored any of them since this happened, or are you just ignoring me?” She was angry, and he knew she had every right to be. They had been hooking up and Julie probably thought she was the only one. Truth be told, he'd been working so much that she pretty much was the only girl he saw these days. In fact he hadn't been with anyone else for nearly two months before the hold-up at the hotel.
"I wasn't ignoring you." He defended, his voice surprisingly gentle and it was obvious that he was trying to smooth things over and calm her down. He was tipsy, though, and not in the right state of mind to be doing something like this. "See, Jules? This is why I can't have you around right now. You're just so.. Jesus Christ, your a fucking saint, you know?" His nose wrinkled like she would completely understand what he was getting at. "I mean, you come in here all lecturey, cleaning up after me, moming me around about what a fucking mess I've made and then clean up after me. You.. Fuck, Jules.. you just want to take care of me and be sad with me and want someone to console you and you want to console me but that's not what I fucking want. What I want is to get shit faced and pretend this whole god damned thing never happened, and you.. you can't make that happen." He wasn't trying to hurt her, and in his state he didn't think he was, but the look on her face said otherwise. "Come on, Jules.. you know you're too good for me. Don't be so surprised I'm such a fuck up. You've known it for years." He slumped into his chair and reached for a beer bottle, sighing when he realized it was empty. Why did it need to be empty?What About You?Name: Pam
Age: The big three oh
Experience: ugh, forever. Twelve-thirteen years?
How Did You Find Us? Ad on a site, can’t remember which now.
Ready To Play? Hells yeah I am!
