Carter Chevalier
Oct 15, 2012 0:03:28 GMT -5
Post by Carter Chevalier on Oct 15, 2012 0:03:28 GMT -5
The easy S T U F F . . .Name: Carter Gareth Chevalier
Nickname: None that usually stick. The only one he accepts is Cart
Age: Eighteen
Member Group: Student
Power(s): Terrakinesis: The ability to control geologic minerals, rocks and dirt. Carter's ability is more proficient when he has particles of the element in question on his hands or skin. The more he tries to lift or shift, the more strain it can place on his muscles. Side effects include muscle cramps and exhaustion.
Play By: Jorg PeroutkaLet it F L O W . . .
Into the world in pairs . . .
Carter and Dom: Age 0A boy! A baby boy! Lance, I want to name him Carter, after your father! Is that alright?
Well...
LET ME NAME HIM CARTER!!
OKAY! Anything for you! I don’t care.
Good!
And what about the second? He should be here any moment now.
The second!?
Two babies, remember?
Oh shit, that’s right... Oh, I don’t know, you name him.
Jesus woman, you forget you’re going to have another one already. Damn!
What was that!?
Da-Do-Dom. I said Dom! I want to name him Dom-inique!
▪ 1994------
Double trouble, for the rest of your days . . .
Carter and Dom: Age 8
Young Dominique keeps watch as Carter sneaks
Into their mothers’ paints does the young blonde creep
He opens the drawers and finds everything red
Twists off the cap and draws on his own head
“Come over!” Cart calls, “Let me draw on you!”
“No way!” He retorts, “But what else can we do?”
Dom walks across the room and meets at his side
Cart grins; “This’ll be one hell of a ride.”
The caps fly away and the ends hit the walls
Red lines the artwork and their beauty falls
From water coloured lakes to images of hell
The boys laugh in delight, until they hear that bell
“Supper!” Cart calls, and throws the paint down
“Let’s go!” Dom replies, fun ruined and a frown
With washed hands they take their rightful place
And their mother appears with that look on her face
“Carter Chevliar! What have you done?”
“Nothing, I swear!” She couldn’t ruin their fun
She extends her hand and upon his brow she does trace
“Then what is that colour you have on your face!”
▪ 2002------
A furious justice between two brothers . . .
Carter and Dom: Age 11
“Dom, you fuck! That’s cheating!” Carter dove at his brother’s midsection and tackled him to the ground. He tore off the twin’s helmet and curled his hand into a fist, launching it at his brother’s face.
“Don’t you dare hit me in my face!” Dom’s foot pressed against Carter’s chest and kicked him off with all his might, making the punch obsolete. Carter fell back onto the map again, gritting his teeth and ignoring the pain in his stomach.
“Bastard!” Carter retorted. Dom pushed off the ground and went forward, an open hand swinging through the air and colliding with the older brother’s cheek. Carter held his face as it burned; stinging in a perfectly crafted outline. “I hate you!”
“No you don’t.” Dom shot back. But Carter’s face ached.
“You think that mid-strike counts? You don’t get points for making up your own rules.” He grinned, still with his hand to his face as his blue eyes shot daggers across the way. “You can’t beat me at fencing so you always cheat.”
“Shut up, Cart!”
“I hate that nickname, and I hate you!” He repeated. Carter picked up his sword from the ground and moved to place it back on the rack in tandem with his helmet. His voice cooled and softened suddenly as he spoke; “But I’ll see you at supper.”
▪ 2005------
Blackbird singing in the dead of night . . .
Carter and Dom: Age 13
▪ 2007------
Rock the earth and move land like God . . .
Carter and Dom: Age 14Dear Diary,
I can’t believe I’m doing this. This is so ridiculous. These things are written because people think you’ll want to read them when you’re twenty so you can look back and ponder. I’ll just look back and laugh if I ever find this again. I bet in six year I’ll think I’m really stupid.
Something happened today.
Dominique and I were just playing soccer in the yard with the help when it happened. The ground was shaking. Under my feet and under Dom’s too. And the world shot up when I kicked the ball, making a ramp to send the hit straight up into the air. On Dom’s end, it seemed to make a ramp for the ball to sail back down.
We were livid. No, not livid. I would say more enthralled than enraged as livid implies. Moving the Earth? That is a kind of power that shouldn’t exist. But it does, and I have it. And so does Dom.
A man came to the house that afternoon. He was beautiful, but I don’t think he was interested in me in that way. No, he spoke to father for quite a long time before they both came to us and explained the reality of the situation. Moving to Vermont.
Vermont...
I don’t know much about Vermont, but I’d much prefer the facilities in Europe. If there were one in France I would go there in a heartbeat. I could complete my summer programs in the arts and work on the Earth moving-mentality. But father asked us to remain in America. I suppose I don’t actually care either way. I’ll be with Dominique.
The end,
Carter Gareth Chevalier.
▪ 2008------
Seek council in hidden uncertainty . . .
Carter and Dom: Age 15
WINDOWS LIVE MESSENGER: CARTERCARTERCARTER (CartioKart@live.com)
Dom-inate is online . . .
CarterCarterCarter says:
▪ 9:28:36pm: Hey Dom
▪ 9:28:41pm: You busy?
Dom-inate says:
▪ 9:29:09pm: A little, but I got time. What’s up?
CarterCarterCarter says:
▪ 9:29:22pm: Did that girl ever call you back?
▪ 9:30:28pm: I kinda need to know...
▪ 9:30:56pm: She left me this like... Really weird message. Dunno how to respond to it
▪ 9:31:06pm: She said she wasn’t into you, but y’know how it is
Dom-inate says:
▪ 9:33:45pm: She kinda did, yeah
▪ 9:34:26pm: Wanting to know which of us was older. Like she wanted to make some bullshit connection to being the younger sibling
▪ 9:34:09pm: I of course didn’t lie. Y’know how it is
CarterCarterCarter says:
▪ 9:34:13pm: Lemme guess
▪ 9:34:17pm: You were your usual dick self.
▪ 9:35:28pm: What’s that saying you use? Treat em mean keep em keen?
Dom-inate says:
▪ 9:36:51pm: Never failed me before.
CarterCarterCarter says:
▪ 9:37:34pm: I’ll never get why they go for that.
Dom-inate says:
▪ 9:38:01pm: You know I do it for you anyway. Makes you look better
CarterCarterCarter says:
▪ 9:38:29pm: Ahh, you’re so good to me <3
Dom-inate says:
▪ 9:41:56pm: I gotta go Cart
CarterCarterCarter says:
▪ 9:42:13pm: Why, is she there?
▪ 9:42:41pm: Dom?
▪ 9:44:19pm: Bro?
Dom-inate says:
▪ 9:44:27pm: Her brother is. She left my dorm not too long ago. Had somewhere to be
CarterCarterCarter says:
▪ 9:44:39pm: Where’s she? Do you know?
Dom-inate says:
▪ 9:45:27pm: She was crying, so be prepared
CarterCarterCarter says:
▪ 9:45:48pm: What’d you sa
▪ 9:45:48pm: Shit. Hold on. Gotta get the door
Dom-inate says:
▪ 9:49:27pm: ;D
Dom-inate is offline . . .
CarterCarterCarter is offline . . .
▪ 2009------
Lash out from a broken home . . .
Carter and Dom: Age 16Dear Lancelot,
I hope life is treating you well. I’m emailing you to inform you on Carter’s trip to the Optometrist. They tested him and informed us that he needs glasses. Not for everyday use, but for reading. Our son normally has a level head about these kinds of setbacks, and he seemed fine with the news. A week later we returned to pick up his glasses. Again, Carter seemed fine.
But when we returned to the manor he locked himself in his room and refused to come out, even for supper. The next morning I sent he and Dominique back to you, as you no doubt recall. I ventured into his room to find his glasses snapped in two and resting on the nightstand.
Please talk to our son, Lancelot. He obviously doesn’t want to talk to me.
Regards,
Evonne Lefevre---
Dear Evonne,
Lancelot here; good to see your name change finally went through. Maine is wonderful, though as you can imagine I don’t spend much time here anymore.
I spoke to Carter and he requested that I give you a message.
“Glasses are for douches.”
Maybe contacts will work better?
Regards,
Lancelot Chevalier
▪ 2010------
Search your soul to find a real dream . . .
Carter and Dom: Age 17
“Dom!”
“Cart!”
“How’s America? Vermont weather treating you as well as per usual?”
“Yeah, yeah. Soak up that French air while you can. You’ll be back in the dorms soon enough.”
“The program finishes in two weeks. Are you missing me?”
“Ha. Of course. It’s not the same here without you. Where’d you go today?”
“I went to Saint Circula Popie and painted the view from where I had lunch. Hold up, let me email it through to you.” Russle, russle.
“Food good, though?”
“The best, as per usual.” Click! “There, sent through.”
“Hold up.” [beat] “Dad was asking about you too.”
“Ahh, tell him I’ll talk to him tomorrow. It’s late, so I’m guessing he’s asleep.”
“Yeah he is.” Click! “Wow. That summer arts program really is doing wonders for your work, Cart.”
“Thanks Dom. I’m really trying to get better.”
“Je suis très fière de toi.”
“Ahh... Merci.”
“...Tu me manques frère.”
“Tu me manques trop, Dom.”
“Hey, even your French is getting better.”
“Yeah, yeah. I gotta go.”
“Au revoir!”
“Haha. Au revoir.” Click!
▪ 2011------Behind the M A S K . . .Name: Eddie
Age: 21
RP Experience: Years.
How did you find us?: Money.Show your S K I L L S . . .
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