Sawyer Elizabeth Carson
Jan 23, 2011 23:45:07 GMT -5
Post by Sawyer Carson on Jan 23, 2011 23:45:07 GMT -5
[/i][/size][/right]The Basics
Name: Sawyer Elizabeth Carson
Nicknames:none
Age:18 Birthday is in early April
Orientation:HeterosexualIts anyone's guess at this point, but she deffinatly likes boys. As for girls... well lets not put it past her.
Desired Rank/Job: Student
Powers: Illusions. Can project her imagination into reality. How tangible it may be is to be determined. Side effects include dizziness, headaches, fatigue and a blurred sense of real and not real.
Play By: Alexz Johnson
The Details
Hair Color: Blond
Eye Color: greenish grey
Any Piercings? ears only
Any Tattoos? nope
Any Scars? track scars from drug use and plenty of other "Oops... how did I end up in the emergency room???" scars.
General Appearance: If Sawyer were clean and not a bat out of hell, she might be considered a very pretty girl. But she's not so she isn't. Most of the time she looks like something a cat dragged in. Half dead and covered in mud. This is the type of girl that will leave the house in one pair of shoes... and come home with a pair she's never seen before. Sure, her hair looks great to start with and her shirts on right when she leaves, but chances are she won't look even half as pretty when she crawls back home. Her daily wardrobe is fairly simple. Holey jeans, Vans, or Chuck Taylors. Plain white t-shirts, or occasionally a band t-shirt. Her curly hair hangs just barely to her shoulders in a mess of tendrils. Not like she'd bother with it anyway. She's not going out during the day.
But night time is a different story. It's all about how much jewelry she can manage and how short her skirt is. Glam tops, tights, and a signature leather jacket litter her night life wardrobe. It's all about being seen to this 5'4" 117lbs beauty. Lids caked with liner and mascara, she uses her outward appearance to mask who she really is. But perhaps its really herself she's hiding from. Track marks and accident scars are a burning reminder that she's not perfect. She's not the perfect, pretty, fun girl everyone sees. She's a wolf in sheep's skin.
Personality: Sawyer isn't really a bitch....per-say. That is to say she isn't exactly nice all the time. But she isn't sober all the time either. It's actually a rare thing to see Sawyer not drunk or not drugged a little. Should someone come across her in this state they will notice strait away, that she is positively brilliant. Not to supernatural extents. But she's been top of her class since middle school and has never failed a class. She excels in English and Chemistry but isn't so keen on history. "Who cares what has happened. We should be concentrated on what's happening now and what will happen." And that's straight from the horses mouth.
Speaking of mouths. Sawyer seems to be rather tight lipped when sober. Shy, reserved, not very outgoing. She has problems talking to boys while sober. But girls beware. She's not typically nice to other girls. Sober or otherwise. She views them as a threat as she does most people and is naturally defensive from the get go. Under that guard though she's tender and caring. Her heart is huge and she's actually very capable of being a nice reliable person.
But under the influence, Sawyer is a totally different person. While bossy is how she normally comes across, some others may say, rebellious, tempestuous, bitchy, slutty, etc etc etc. But she can't really help it. Can anyone when they're as checked out as Sawyer is? She's one spicy wild child with a super mild center. A riddle all in her own.
Your Vices
Likes: Chemistry, her brother, parties. (good ones), the quiet, Math, Mike and Ike's, swimming, dancing, reading, flirting, Boys.
Dislikes: food. being called spoiled even though she is. teachers because she's probably smarter than they are. hyper active people. Anyone who doesn't like Brax. Bullies. Girls. sober nights. the dark.
Strengths: Very smart. Fast runner... Um honestly she doesn't have many strengths.
Weaknesses: Lack of strengths. No drive. No will to train. Too attached to her brother. Sometimes SOMETIMES cares too much about others and not enough about herself.
Fears: The dark, Loosing her brother, Failing classes, herself.
Secret:Has only recently been struggling with drug and alcohol abuse as well as anorexia. Seriously just wants someone to love her for her.
Family Ties
Father:Gabriel Marconis Carson
Mother: Emily Marie Carson
Siblings:Braxton Xavior Carson (Twin)
Any Other Important People:None.
History
Age 6
It was the first test she'd ever failed, and the last. The room was lit with florescent bulbs. The walls were plain white. Very little was remarkable about that room. Just a boring little office downtown. The sisters had brought a lot of children down. But none of them exactly understood why. "Sawyer, can we be friends? What do you think about that?" The tall brunette woman sat next to a curly haired blond girl. There were crayons and paper on the table but the little girl just stared at them. "We can tell each other secrets!" The lady smiled. "I bet you've got all kinds of secrets stored away." There was a long pause and Sawyer didn't move an inch. "Your brother and I are friends now. We talked about all kinds of secret things. I wanted to ask you, if you'd ever done something you shouldn't be able to do. Like move something without touching it? Or get a cut that just went away like magic?"
The lady was simply a therapist that the sisters hired to see the children just in case any of them happened to be unusual. The little girl looked up at the shrink and said very softly, "Magic?"
"Yeah!! Like hearing people talk when they aren't moving their lips?"
Sawyer blinked at the lady a bit. "That's called ventriloquism. Magic isn't real." Sliding off the chair she went to the door. "I'm just a kid. And all I know is that secrets.... are a secret for a reason." She was a very well spoken child for only being six, and as Sawyer left the lady sat back and made a note for another evaluation once the child was of age.
Age 7
A tall man walked down the halls with a very pretty red head at his side. They were adopters. All the kids knew. Sawyer and Braxton stayed close together as they watched them. "That man is creepy."
Braxton looked at his sister. "He's just a man. Besides, she looks really nice!" They stayed side by side so that potential parents would know they were a packaged deal and that they didn't want to be separated.
"These two are Braxton and Sawyer. The twins!!!" The nun was unnaturally happy and Sawyer thought she smelled like cabbage. And really..she did. "Sawyer, Braxton, this is Mr. and Mrs. Carson. They're here to meet all you little children today."
The red headed lady crouched and smiled at them. "Why hello there, I'm Emily." the twins greeted her in unison. "Oh! Gabriel! How adorable is that! they practically share the same thoughts!" While she was looking up at her husband Sawyer made a face at her brother. Same thoughts? This lady was nuts.
Emily Carson was exactly the type of woman who would have a child just to make her look good. But why in hell would she bother putting her body through that when she could just adopt? At seven, the twins were at a very much less troublesome stage in their life. Emily could easily leave them with a nanny. And with two of them, she'd never have to worry about entertaining them. "Gabriel, they're the one's. I feel it inside me. They need a mother and it just has to be me!" Of course, Mr. Carson agreed and the twins left their orphan days behind.
Age 12
"Not like you can do anything interesting either." Sawyer taunted him over her waffles.
"Even if I could I wouldn't want to." The letters about meta-humans were circling their neighborhood, but the twins didn't care much. Especially not Brax. He actually thought it was weird. "They're weird. It's just not normal." The nanny shushed at them as Mr. and Mrs. Carson both came down from their respective studies. The Carson's were well businessed people. What exactly they did Sawyer never could figure out.
Sawyer gave Brax one last look, stuck out her tongue then pulled it in fast as their parents came into the dining room. The tension was awkward. Not an angry tension; just a strange air had come into the room with them. "Nanny," Mr. Carson was pulling up the paper as he was poured a cup of coffee. "Begin packing the children's things."
"Are we going on a trip, Dad?" Braxton looked excited, but not Sawyer. For simply being 12, Sawyer was sophisticated, and very bright.
"Highly unlikely." She had only whispered it to him. "More than likely they've finally gotten tired of us and are sending us back to that stuffy orphanage." It wasn't quiet long. But long enough for Sawyer to make her mind up about going back there.
"No Braxton. Your father has to move to New York for work. So the two of you are coming with us of course. We'll be leaving next Tuesday."
She hated it. New York. Not only was Sawyer no longer a fan of moving, she was no longer a fan of taxi's or the color white. "It smells like nasty fish here." Sitting in the window, Sawyer looked out at the dark yard. "I'm going to go tell Mom this place stinks and I want to go back to California." Braxton obviously wasn't amused by her bratish attitude, and very simply rolled his eyes.
Her talk with their mother was short. "I hate this! I hate them!" She kicked over a stack of boxes and threw herself on her bed. The nanny was rushing in after her with an incredulous look on her face. She scolded Sawyer and ordered her to pick up the boxes and put the things back right. Unfortunately for the nanny, Sawyer was not in the mood to oblige. "NO!"
When the nanny put her hands on the bratty child, the little girl lashed out, arms and legs flailing. And in an instant the Nanny was on fire. She dropped Sawyer flat on her bottom. "Braxton!" The little girl was screaming and scrambling to put the nanny's blouse out. Then the flames were gone and no sign of them was left behind.
3 days later
There were officials down stairs talking to their parents. Sawyer and Braxton were listening from the banister above. Until this point in their lives, Brax and Sawyer had been thick as thieves. Now there was a divide in the pair. Glaring at her, Braxton shook his head. "You're a monster."
Sawyer glared back and sighed. "She didn't' even have the smallest burn on her."
"Sawyer! She had a heart attack!!! Nanny is in the hospital! Those guys are here to admit you to an institution!" Braxton got up and ran down the hall. Listening to his sudden distaste for her chiseled away silently at something deep inside the sensitive little girl. She was different after that. Soon after, Braxton began showing signs of being a meta-human as well. If course he was very upset. For the next four years their days at Hammel Institute were quiet. All until...
Age 16
Quickly their lives were spiraling out of control. Sawyer had alienated herself from all people during the day, and spent her available free nights at various clubs and parties. When she could sneak in and out that was. The fast lane life was consuming her. It was her only comfort in the world and that made her love it. Plenty of times had she been reprimanded by school officials about her outrageous antics, but they never knew the true extent of the issue. In her own secret solitude, in her own little room, Sawyer was flirting with much more dangerous vices than just dancing and occasional underage drinking. Drugs were fast becoming her best friend. And Braxton was becoming her enemy.
A year has gone by and there's been no such change in either of them. Sawyer just as reckless as always; and Braxton, an ever broody boy who blames his sister for all his problems.
(I find it appropriate to mention this now as there isn't really anywhere else to say it. But I am not playing Braxton as well. For now he's an npc unless someone wants to take him up. I was asked exactly what his power is and to explain it, Brax can manipulate the size and shape of an object yet it does not loose it's weight or it's density. Thus making a very large heavy desk the size and shape of a marble could be very lethal if dropped on one's toe. And same in the other sense. Making a small object very big will make it appear to be very light. Side effects would include fatigue and muscle strain. And the possible loss of property and/or return of it in some other shape or state.)
Roleplay Example
((I decided to put two... to sort of show two different character types. Both are from another site I'm on. First one is an Alice Longbottom (pre-longbottom) post and the second is an original DE character, Integra Echoes, I have on that first site's sister site.))
How dull! Even by Alice's standards. And she wasn't really picky. She was sure he was a nice boy. He just.... Well he was just weird. And in their world, that was really saying something. "Oh look Reginald! Caerphilly Catapults lost their match against the Holyhead Harpies." She looked up at him to see if she'd caught his interest. No? Nothing? really? Suddenly Alice was determined to get him to say....SOMETHING! "What is that you're having for breakfast, Reginald?" Looking at him eagerly she watched as he paid no attention to her, however very pointedly took a bite of plane dry toast.
With a slightly annoyed and defeated look, Alice turned back to the paper. AH!! Got it! Snatching an empty cup she looked out from behind the paper. "Hey, Reginald? You think you could get me some more pumpkin juice from down the table?" She smiled sweetly. Alice had made a mission to get him to make friends. At least this way he'd have to summon the juice from down the way. That permitted at least an accio....Waiting, she watched as he pulled out his wand. Holding her breath she waited. But Reginald simply continued sipping his coffee as he wordlessly floated the pitcher her way. Catching it Alice glared a little and went back to hiding behind the paper.
It was then that she heard Dorcas speak to her. Crap. What did she want?! She took in a deep breath and didn't return the hello. "I just wanted to apologize to you. I'm not interrupting anything am I?" It was impossible to hold back. Alice snorted and shook her head with a chuckled little sigh. "Oh you have no idea. Reginald here was just recounting his glory days as a singer!" She'd not really been known to be sarcastic, but the last few days had made her feel... easily irritated. And a little snarky. It stressed her out when she couldn't figure something out. Or in Reginald's case someone. But now the issue wasn't going to be him any longer. Dorcas was here so naturally the story would become all about her.
Alice put the paper down and turned to look at the girl. "Apologize? You?" So she was a little bitter about the incident at the party. How could she not be? The woman had stunned her...For the better half...OF NO REASON AT ALL!!! "What are you really here for, Dorcas??" There was little Dorcas could say or do now that would make Alice like her again. But, there was a time when they all got on well, and Alice was practically the patron saint of second chances. At the moment Dorcas was being pleasant and before the party she'd never done anything against Alice before.
"A peace offering. It would be something more but it's all I've got on me at the moment and it's all I've got on me that isn't covered in sweat, water or mud." It caught Alice off guard a little. Did she really chew gum that often that it was a known bartering chip? She thought back to the boys she'd sent along in the hall. Damn... it was true. "Umm....Thanks..." She slowly took the gum and set it on the table after looking at it once or twice. "Sit...have some..." She looked back to Reginald and his dry toast. "....toast..." Her tone was flat as she turned to her own oatmeal.
She wondered if the gum was hexed. The thought of just out right telling her off right here...in front of practically everyone, did cross her mind. But no doubt she'd heard about what happened after she'd left the party and wouldn't be surprised by Alice standing up for herself. Besides, it wasn't exactly proper to be so out ward in public. "You know... this doesn't mean I totally forgive you. The gum is a start.. don't get me wrong." Mostly because she was almost out and if it wasn't hexed Dorcas had saved her from having to go with out gum for the day. "But...you stunned me Dorcas....I mean... Honestly?!" I gave her an 'Are you bloody insane' type look and just sighed. I wasn't sure she'd ever understand.
(number two)
Perfect. Perfectly unfair and sinister. That's how Integra thought she looked today as she was putting the final touches to her outfit. Not that she really cared. Hell she technically didn't even have a shirt on. Now... What was it that she was missing. Or right.. part of the actual school uniform. Ehh... She picked up the Slytherin tie she'd found on the floor. She thought it belonged to the boy she bedded last night. Shrugging she shoved it in her back pocket and let the end of it hang out a little. There, that worked. The outfit had only one flaw... no safe place for a wand. Shit. She was going to need that. It happened to be just every day she was hexing someone. "Well...It just wouldn't be a normal day if I didn't go around helping the innocent and defenseless." She laughed and stuffed her wand through a little loop she'd sewn on the side of her bra under her arm. Precisely for this sort of outfit.
Naturally she was one of the last girls out the door. Ehh who the hell cared about arithmancy anyway? Finding her bag she threw it over a shoulder and sauntered into the common rooms. A first year boy damn near died at the site of her. "Dang... Not enough skin showing." In a bit of tiff she walked out into the dungeon corridors. It felt good to be back at Hogwarts. There was only so much you could torture in prison. Sad really. She was beginning to worry she'd lost her touch. No matter, a little warming up, she'd be right back in her element. Once she had orders to kill that was. Murder came ever so easy to her. The issue was that she had one more bloody year here before she could be out there with the other DE's causing real trouble. But she needed to lay low and make a good impression anyway, other wise it was back to the slammer for her. The thought of upsetting her master like that wrenched at her heart.
Integra decided that food was something she'd like to try for once. She was hoping that the food here would help her gain her stature back. Generate more strength. Not that she minded having sticky out hip bones. Most men thought it was pretty sexy. And given the right amount of alcohol and Integra thought the men were pretty sexy too. Clanking down the halls she sang a little song on her way. "I'm a coo coo and you are a cow! I'll tell you I kill you, but I won't tell you how! It's up to the platypus that wears a yellow hat, But he'll only say, 'dear you're incredibly fat!' He has tea on Tuesdays he tells me. But that doesn't matter because you'll already be balmy." She laughed and zigged back and forth down the hall until she burst into the great hall and smiled wickedly at everyone there.
"Well good freakin' morning to you!" She climbed a top the Slytherin table and made her way down. Stepping over people's breakfast plates and tea trays as she went. "Oh so sorry... were you planning on eating that?? Ehh... Dust it off. I think that shoe is clean....Or is it the other..?" She shrugged and hopped off the table at an empty spot. And the spots around her cleared quickly. "What?! I don't bite....eh... that's not entirely true.." She shrugged and began to dig into the food.
What About You?
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Name: Kara!!!
Age: 21
Experience: AGES!!!! since I was about....12?
How Did You Find Us? An ad on Going Down in Flames.
Ready To Play? Well… are you? HELL YESSS!!!!!!!!!!
