Theresa McMaster
Oct 28, 2011 21:43:13 GMT -5
Post by Theresa McMaster on Oct 28, 2011 21:43:13 GMT -5
[/i][/size][/right]The Basics
Name: Theresa Rowena McMaster
Nicknames: She prefers Theresa or Reese
Age: 13
Orientation: Doesn’t have much of a preference
Desired Rank/Job: Student
Powers: Biological Manipulation. Reese has a very low tolerance for it though, and even the most minor access of her power causes her great pain.
Play By: Denyse Tontz
The Details
Hair Color: Theresa was born with mousy brown hair but she has been known to dye it lighter or darker depending on her mood and funds.
Eye Color: Typical light brown.
Any Piercings? Both of her ears are pierced, but that’s it.
Any Tattoos? Definitely not.
Any Scars? Not anymore…
General Appearance: Theresa is what most would consider a normal-looking girl. She stands at a shorter-than-average 5’1 and weighs around a hundred pounds. She is very slim, but noticeably fit – her fondness of running has given her an athletic build and a majority of her weight comes from muscle rather than her small reserves of fat. She is not, however, an intimidating figure to say the least. At least physically.
She tends to keep her hair around shoulder length, though she grows it outs or cuts it depending on how she feels. She also likes to dye it darker than it is naturally, and though it is naturally wavy she tends to straighten it when she has the time and inclination. She hasn’t quite reached the point where she feels it necessary to wear make-up, though she loves lip gloss and jewelry. She almost always has some sort of earrings in, as well as a bracelet or two and possibly a necklace should it fit her fancy.
Her typical clothing style would be somewhere between casual and trendy, as she is a big fan of jeans but her shirts can range from ratty old t-shirts to fancy frocks or blouses. She is always, always seen wearing sneakers, and though she wears it under her shirt she always wears a gold locket around her neck.
Personality: Known by her friends as the emotional rock of the group, Theresa is always there for people when they need a shoulder to cry on and if there is a chance for her to help her friends she will be the first to offer assistance. Theresa is not particularly social, and she certainly isn't the kind of person to make friends with everyone she meets. The few friendships she does form, though, are extraordinarily strong. She would die for her friends, and they are the only people she truly trusts. Even the smallest of things tends to irk her when it comes to making a new friend. Things like chewing gum while they talk, texting while they're hanging out with her, or especially a passive-aggressive comment will completely throw a person off the list of potential friends, and she will likely have little more to do with the person after that. She generally tries to have an even temper but if someone calls her a coward or threatens one of her friends, may God have mercy on their soul.
Things aren't all peaches and sunshine though. Although she won't admit it, Theresa has an extreme prejudice against religion and those who practice it. When her sister died, all her relatives had to say about it was 'it must have been her time' or 'it was God's will'. Well screw God. If he was running things, there wouldn't be Metas in the world and Cecilia would still be alive.
She also almost compulsively lies. Beyond that of the usual 'I'm fine' when asked how she is, despite never meaning it, she lies about reasons for not going out with people, she lies about her family and her past, and whenever the topic comes up she always lies about her orientation. In fact, there are very few things she will actually tell people about herself unless she really trusts them.
Theresa has also been known to be hardheaded and stubborn, and if she thinks something is right (or even after she realizes that she's wrong) she will fight tooth and nail with anyone who says otherwise. If it turns out she was actually wrong though, she is able to rein in her pride long enough to admit it. Many days later.
Your Vices
Likes: Dogs, ice cream cakes, the sound of rain, cool breezes on hot days, sports
Dislikes: Passive-aggressive people, tripping over her own feet or up stairs, when gum loses flavour really quickly, feeling helpless, bullies
Strengths: Reese is a great endurance runner as well as relatively agile and light on her feet. She is a good shoulder to cry on and is known by her friends as their emotional rock.
Weaknesses: Theresa experiences great pain, dizziness and disorientation every time she tries to access her power. She is also extraordinarily weak of body, and she gets sick often. Although she won’t admit it, she also struggles with depression, though this is relatively recent.
Fears: Vehicles, heights, drowning, anything with more than four legs, sudden noises, the dark, death
Secret: Theresa has never been comfortable sharing her sexual orientation with people.
Family Ties
Father: Roy McMaster - 47
Mother: Tammy McMaster - 43
Siblings: Cecilia McMaster - deceased
Any Other Important People:Miko – Golden Retriever
History
Prologue:
Tammy looks to her husband with tears in her eyes and a smile on her lips. “They said I would never be able to conceive naturally,” she whispers, holding up the pregnancy test, its little pink plus sign standing defiant against the odds.
Weeks later, she comes home from the hospital and throws herself into Roy’s arms. Leaning in close, she whispers one word. “Twins.”
1 year:
Tammy and the twins are sitting on the floor. Theresa rolls around on her stomach, cooing and babbling random noises while Cecilia smiles and laughs, but otherwise doesn’t make a sound. All three look up when the doctor enters the room. “They’re both in picture-perfect health, Mrs. McMaster. I can’t seem to find any reason why Cecilia hasn’t started talking yet though. Maybe she just needs some more time.”
3 years:
Cecilia sits playing with a bouncy ball, a contented smile on her lips. Theresa sits some distance away, watching with a contemplative grin on her face. Suddenly she hops up and runs over, as quickly as a toddler is able, and kicks the ball away as it bounces. She bursts into delighted laughter, until she looks down and sees the tears in Cecilia’s eyes. Her face falls and she drops down to hug her sister. “Sorry Sessie,” she murmurs, then crawls over to get the ball and sheepishly hands it back.
5 years:
The twins sit on the back of a small pony at the local fair. Cecilia was too afraid to go on alone, so Theresa sits behind her protectively, despite also not knowing how to ride. Looking over to their parents, they smile and wave. Cecilia pets the pony and gets a distant look in her eyes. The pony perks its ears and stops, then turns and walks to Tammy and Roy. Lifting her arms, Sessie whimpers at her parents and is lifted off the pony by Roy. When asked about it later, Theresa claims that she was the one to lead the pony over, not quite understanding how Cecilia had done what she’d done, or wanting her mother to know about it.
7 years:
Bullies stand around Cecilia, cornering her in the hallway at lunchtime. Cries of “say something, scaredy-cat!’ and ‘if you want us to stop, just say it!’ can be heard, with accompanying shouts of ‘yeah!’ strewn about intermittently. Suddenly an ‘ow!’ breaks through the ruckus as Theresa steps up behind one of the bullies and throws him to the side. Grabbing the arm of another, she twists it behind his back and pushes him away as well, then stands in front of Cecilia and glares at the rest of the gathered children. “So,” she says, cracking her knuckles, “who here still has a problem with my sister?”
8 years:
The new golden retriever puppy romps through the house, leaving chaos and mayhem in its wake. It trips over to Cecilia, who kneels down and scoops it into her arms with a smile on her face. Watching Cecilia’s happiness, Theresa allows herself a small, satisfied smile. She had spent the past year trying to convince their parents to allow them to keep a pet, and the past two saving up her money to buy the puppy herself. “Happy birthday, Sessy.”
10 years:
The girls sit on the porch swing, Cecilia with her head in Reese’s lap as she sobs. Reese runs her fingers through her sister’s hair, muttering things too quietly for anyone else to hear. Cecilia nods in reply to something Reese says, and Reese’s eyes widen before narrowing angrily. “Don’t let something that snail says get to you, Sessy” She guides Cecilia into a sitting position and pulls her into a hug. “You’re beautiful, and don’t you ever let some stupid boy tell you otherwise.”
11 years:
Standing next to each other, the girls manage to look as different as identical twins can. Where Theresa has her hair dyed dark and cut to a boyishly short length, Cecilia’s blonde hair falls to the small of her back in soft waves. “Smile, girls,” Roy calls to them. He laughs as he spots Reese making a face and giving Cecilia bunny ears. “Alright, one silly one but then I gotta get a good picture of you guys to send to the relatives! We have to appease your mum’s aunt, and we all know how hard that is.” He laughs and snaps the picture. “Where’s Miko?” Cecilia whistles and suddenly a gold blob streaks across the yard. She points at the ground, then she motions to the camera and the dog sits obediently, facing Roy. “My three favourite girls,” Roy smiles. Tammy, standing on the deck in the background, clears her throat and looks at Roy expectantly. “Oh now, don’t be mad. They’re my favourite girls, but you’ll always be my favourite woman.” He winks at her, then turns back and gets the picture before any of them get too fidgety. “Perfect.”
12 years:
“Have you ever noticed the way Theresa looks at Cecilia?” Roy looks over at Tammy with an eyebrow raised. “Sure,” he replies. “Best of buds they are. Not surprising though. Twins are supposed to have that special, twinly bond right?” Looking out the window at the girls playing in the backyard, Tammy nods her head absently. Theresa sits against the willow tree with a book in her hands, but every once in a while she looks over the pages to watch Cecilia playing with Miko. Her face softens just a little, and a smile flits across her lips just briefly before she turns back to her story. “Yeah,” Tammy mutters. “Just a twinly bond.” But she walks out of the kitchen looking troubled.
13 years:
Dark. The rain pitter patters on the roof of the SUV, not quite a downpour yet but certainly persistent. It drowns out the conversation their parents are having. Distantly, thunder rolls. Cecilia makes a sound of surprise and Reese puts a hand on her leg, looking across the backseat and smiling reassuringly. “Hey, it’s alright. Nothing’s gonna hurt you while I’m around.” Cecilia smiles back shyly and nods. Suddenly they are thrown to the side as the vehicle swerves. Then, nothing.
Moments or hours later, Reese comes to and finds the world upside down. It takes her a few minutes to realize that it was just her, and then she spots Cecilia outside. Scrambling to undo the seatbelt that holds her fast, she falls to the roof and crawls out of the car, ignoring the blood and the pain in her side. It takes only a moment to reach her sister, but the distance feels like miles. When she gets there she is already out of breath, and the pain in her limbs flares like fire but still, she ignores it. Her only attention is on Cecilia, who lays broken in front of her. At first she is sure the girl is dead, but then she sees it – she’s breathing. Just barely, but enough.
“Oh, Sessy…” Tears fill her eyes and she leans down, her fingers trailing over Cecilia’s cheek, her lips just barely brushing against the other girl’s. She feels something then, like a wave crashing somewhere deep inside her, and suddenly her world is pain. She gasps and falls to the side, her fingers searching out her sister’s and clamping tight, as though that one anchor would keep everything from falling apart.
She looks over at Cecilia and suddenly a miracle occurs – one of the cuts on her twin’s face slowly starts to heal. Reese’s eyes widen and as she watches more and more start to slowly close. She doesn’t understand how this is happening, just as she doesn’t notice that her sister has long since stopped breathing, or that fresh cuts are appearing on her own skin for every one that leaves her sister’s. She wills healing upon Cecilia, trying to push through the convulsions of pain that are coursing through her. Her will was strong, but her body couldn’t handle the strain. She blacked out, leaving her sister all but spotless while she herself bled out on the pavement.
Hours, or maybe days later she floats into consciousness, but all she is aware of is the pain. Piercing, aching pain courses through her veins and fills every part of her. She tries to open her eyes but finds that she cannot, and it doesn’t take long for her to slip into the darkness once more. The next week follows similarly, until one day the pain is gone. It is gone so completely it is as though it never was. Theresa opens her eyes and sits up in bed suddenly, looking around at her parents, the doctor, and the woman in front of her. “Cecilia,” she whispers. A question. The looks on her parents faces give the answer.
She almost sinks back into the bed, back to the warm embrace of the darkness. Her mind is fuzzy and the air in the room seems too thick. Somewhere distant she hears a monitor beeping, but it is not part of her world anymore. Here in the darkness, there is no noise. No pain. No overwhelming sadness.
“Theresa.” The voice cuts through her calm world like a knife and she crashes back into reality. “I’m from the Hammel Institute. We need to talk.”
Roleplay Example
Theresa walked onto the field and looked around. Not a soul in sight. She was used to this though, as there were rarely any people out for jogs this early in the morning. It was one of the few times Reese preferred having only herself and the birds for company, because it gave her time to think and put her life into order. Order, she found, was tantamount to success. Stretching her limbs she smiled into the cool dawn breeze and started on her run. Her shoes padded softly against the grass, collecting morning dew on their waterproof surfaces. Somewhere, an early bird chirped a good morning and a dog replied with a series of barks that brought the owner to the window to shout out a quick 'be quiet!'. Just another normal, average, beautiful, perfect morning.
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