Cleo Warren
Feb 17, 2016 16:33:36 GMT -5
Post by Cleo Warren on Feb 17, 2016 16:33:36 GMT -5
The Basics
Name: Cleo Miranda Warren
Nicknames: None
Age: 17
Orientation: Heterosexual
Desired Rank/Job: Student
Powers: Precognition
Cleo is able to see into the not-so-distant future through dreams or waking visions. She is able to somewhat control what she sees and look into the future at will. At this point, it’s easier for her to control what she’s seeing if she has a solid object that is emotionally tethered to what she is looking for. With a deep amount of concentration, she is able to prod a vision into showing her something specific, but it’s incredibly difficult. Her conscious visions usually will not show anything further than a couple days to a couple weeks.
Occasionally, she is able to see further into the future, although it hasn’t surpassed more than about six months. These types of visions usually come to her through her dreams and are not conscious. Her dreamt visions are usually hazy and cryptic, most of the time a combinations of symbols, although they sometimes play like a slow-motion movie reel. They are typically too unfocused for Cleo to make complete sense of, and since the future is so unpredictable, they have usually changed a bit by the time the actual event happens.
Her unconscious waking visions are much more difficult to put together, and usually involve just spotty snapshots of certain events. They come randomly, and sometimes happen if she touches a certain object or person. She grows incredibly still and quiet during these times, almost like she is in some sort of trance. They usually last for a few seconds, but have lasted up to two minutes. No one can shake her out of it until the vision is complete.
Because of her visions, Cleo has been plagued with headaches and migraines since she was 13 years old. They used to come after every vision, but now are more sporadic. Usually if she’s trying to scan the future on her own, she’ll end up with a migraine depending on how long she’s been doing it. Cleo also experiences fatigue after her waking visions, often needing to sit down for a minute or two afterward, and mild anxiety, though the latter is manageable and controlled.
Play By: Cara Delevingne
The Details
Hair Color: Dark blonde
Eye Color: Light blue
Any Piercings: Ears; first and second hole, cartilage in right ear, rook in left.
Any Tattoos: None yet
Any Scars: One on her knee from falling down in the school yard when she was eight, and another just above her collar bone from burning herself with a curling iron.
General Appearance: Cleo has always been known for her fairly unique features. She has a heart-shaped face, with wide grayish-blue eyes and high cheekbones. Her nose is a bit wider as well, and she constantly has a scowl on her face when she’s concentrating or alone, though she doesn’t mean to give off an unpleasant look. Cleo’s eyebrows are about a shade darker than her hair, and are very thick. Her mother is constantly telling her to wax them, but she likes them bold and thinks that they compliment her face.
Standing at about 5”7 and weighing around 115 lbs, she’s never been incredibly athletic. While she’s slim and has acquired some muscle mass from attempting to go to the gym every now and then, her physique has always leaned more towards bony as opposed to wiry. She was stick thin and straight as a child, and while not much has changed, puberty has granted her at least a few curves here and there.
Cleo’s hair is blonde, although it’s a few shades darker than most blondes, and long, reaching about the middle of her back and painfully straight. She’s tried several products in an effort to give it a curl, or even a wave, but it always straightens back out at the end of the day. Luckily, Cleo’s hair is thick, so despite it’s length and lack of texture, it doesn’t appear scraggly. She usually leaves it down, but will occasionally braid it or pull it into a ponytail. Her skin is naturally fair, although she does tan well in the summer after the sunburn fades away.
Growing up in a wealthy neighborhood New York City, she was bound to develop some sort of fashion sense. She’s never been into anything frilly or overly-girly. She rarely wears skirts and dresses, preferring more of a comfortable and relaxed style. Her winter-time dress includes a lot of skinny jeans, leggings, and boots. She loves hats, beanies in the winter and baseball caps when it’s raining. She opts for the more oversized/drape-y look, big sweaters that hang off her shoulder and looser-fitting tops. When it’s warm she lives in cut-off shorts, flip flops, and graphic tank tops. She hates heels, claiming she’s already tall enough, even though she’s not really even that tall. The reality is that she just can’t walk in them.
The makeup she wears is usually pretty light, just a bit of eyeliner and mascara, sometimes eyeshadow if she’s feeling motivated in the morning. Her complexion is normally clear, so she always opts out of cover-up/foundation, but sometimes she’ll swipe some blush on her cheeks, especially in the winter when her skin is pale.
Personality: Cleo has never been considered a social butterfly. Her brother was always the popular one, surrounded by people and thriving off of interaction. Cleo was always friendly enough; she was well-liked, but only well-known because she was Cass’ twin sister. That never really bothered her. She liked being around people, but she liked being alone as well. It was like her time to recharge. And she always preferred to be around a small group of people who she knew very well, as opposed to a large group that she didn’t.
She’d never considered herself as a girly-girl or a tomboy, falling into a category that was somewhere in between. She supposed at one point she had gone through that that boyish phase, but she must have outgrown it by the time she was nine. She preferred a more relaxed look, but wasn’t tough or sporty like some of the other girls she knew. She preferred to spend time in the art department drawing as opposed to running around outside or playing sports.
One thing Cleo is known for is her sharp tongue. She’s brutally honest and very blunt; she’s never been one to pick fights, but has been known to offend people with her lack of tact. She hates when she’s talked down to or when someone is being condescending toward her and would not hesitate to tell someone exactly how she felt about their attitude. She has a pretty sarcastic sense of humor and gets her wit from her parents.
She’s never been known for having an exceptionally sunny disposition, but anyone who knows her knows that she’s kind and friendly once they’ve reached the point of being friendly. However, she’s been told by more than one person that she’s not very approachable. Unless she’s making conversation with someone, she often has a sour look on her face that can be seen as intimidating to some.
Despite her kindness, Cleo has a judgmental side as well. While her parents are very open-minded and tried to raise their children similarly, growing up in a well-off household in Manhattan did lead to some mild prejudices against those who were not as fortunate as her family. It’s something she’s working on and she tries her hardest to keep her opinions and judgements to herself, although sometimes they’re written across her face.
Your Vices
Likes:
-Strawberry ice cream
-Waking up early
-Drawing/painting
-Music
-Broadway plays
-Her brother, Cass
-Her parents
-Baby animals
-Books/reading
-Avocados
-Summer
-Socializing
-Traveling
-Sushi
-Horror movies
Dislikes:
-People talking over her
-Being late/people who are late
-Apples
-Crying babies/children
-Southern accents
-People who ask stupid questions
-Being told what to do
-People who are being condescending
-Rom Coms
Strengths:
-Artistic
-Confident
-Literature/Writing
-Honest
-Quick-witted and smart
-Loyal
Weaknesses:
-Sports/Athleticism
-Holds grudges
-Easily frustrated
-Lack of tact
-Stubborn
-Judgmental
Fears:
-Spiders/insects
-Small spaces
-Losing loved ones
Secret: The thought of losing one of her family members or close friends (especially her brother or parents) keeps her up at night. She’s always terrified that one day she’ll see something awful happen, or worse, that she won’t see it coming at all and she’ll be completely blindsided.
Family Ties
Father: Jacob Warren, 46, writing and literature professor at NYU
Mother: Emma Warren, 43, literature professor at NYU
Siblings: Cass Warren, 17, twin brother, high school junior
Any Other Important People: Two German Shepherds who live at home with her family, Luca and Tucker; Maternal grandmother, Isabel Bennet, 69; best friend from home, Madison Lindsey, 17Cleo was born at 5:53am on January 17th, just four minutes behind her twin brother, Cass. Their parents, both eccentric literature professors at New York University, wanted to name their new babies something special and unique, although not outright weird. Shakespeare had always been one of their most passionate subjects and favorite author/playwright. Cass’ name came out of Othello, a derivative of the iconic character, Michael Cassio. And Cleo was obviously named after the title character in Antony and Cleopatra.History
She grew up in SoHo, Manhattan; a city kid living in an apartment with no backyard and little foliage. Her parents tried to to stick them both in sports and would bring them to parks on the weeks when they were growing up, but Cleo never minded growing up in the Concrete Jungle. She loved it, thrived off of it. She loved the views, the crowded subways, the tall skyscrapers, the artsy stores, everything. Well, not everything. She definitely hated the tourists, which was why she tended to avoid those hotspots like Times Square and Rockefeller Center.
She was never really a sporty girl, and while her brother attempted to play everything under the sun and basically lived in the gymnasium at school, Cleo preferred the art wing. Paints, clay, colored pencils, pastels, anything she could get her hands on. Over the years, she found herself more attracted to painting and drawing than anything else. She’d always been a little on the anxious side and drawing soothed her.
Aside from her anxiety, Cleo was like any other city kid. She’d learned how to ride the subway as soon as she could read, and by the time she was 11, and her and her brother were riding it on their own to and from school when they got to sixth grade. She’s always been extremely close with her brother and both her parents. Her parents made decent money at NYU, but her father had also inherited money from his late father. As a child, both Cleo and Cass had longed for nothing. Their parents didn’t outright spoil their twins - they made sure that both Cleo and Cass earned everything they had with good grades, etc. - but as long as they behaved, they usually received what they asked for, within reason.
Right after Cleo and Cass’ 13th birthday, the headaches started. Crippling and debilitating migraines that kept her home from school, locked in her room with the lights off and the curtains drawn. The dreams started not long after. They were different than the dreams she usually remembers having. They played like a film reel, skipping around sometimes. She wouldn’t be part of the dream like normal, instead she’d be watching it from the outside. Some of them were cryptic and choppy, a few quick, sporadic symbols and sometimes everything would play itself out in slow motion.
The first vivid dream she remembered having involved her family at one of her brother’s soccer matches. Her parents were cheering, she was cheering, everything was normal. Except it wasn’t. She wasn’t with her family watching the game; she was on the outside looking in and watching everything. She couldn’t understand what anyone was saying because everything was in slow-mo, despite her best efforts. She turned her head back to the atro-turf in time to see her brother - who was playing goalie, even though his usual position was mid-field - diving for the ball. It sailed past him into the net and Cass went crashing to the ground, landing on his elbow the wrong way. Cleo could have sworn she felt it break herself.
She woke up right after, her head pounding and her heart racing. After getting a glass of water to calm herself down, she went back to sleep. The next day at Cass’ soccer came, his coach had switched him to goalie about halfway through the game after their usual player got into a fight with someone on the opposing team. Cleo thought it was off, but didn’t really think anything else of it. It wasn’t until the game was almost over, when Cass landed on the ground hard, and didn’t get up, instead clutching his elbow in pain, did Cleo think something was definitely strange. Later, when they’d gotten home from the hospital, Cleo told him about her weird dream.
“And you didn’t warn me?” He teased, laughing the situation off.
So Cleo did too. It had to have been just a weird coincidence. People get hurt playing soccer all the time. Over the next week or two, she’d have similar dreams. They were smaller things though; she’d dream that it would rain the next day when the forecast predicted sunshine, or that the Mets would win their next game, as well as other simple situations she’d just brush off as deja vu. She had few quick and accidental waking visions as well. Her conscious visions were uncontrolled, and didn't make a lot of sense at the time. She easily passed them over as intense daydreams since they lasted no longer than a few seconds.
She couldn’t brush off the migraines though. They were vicious, coming and going at will. She missed several days of school because she couldn’t get out of bed. After a full two weeks of debilitating headaches, her parents finally took her to the doctor. After a few tests, they finally concluded what was going on. Aside from the one time she’d told her brother, she’d kept her strange dreams to herself, which was why it took so long to put the pieces together. Their answers were found in a recruiter from the Hammel Institute, who explained that there was nothing wrong with Cleo. He explained that she had an ability and these migraines were just an unfortunate side effect.
Emma and Jacob Warren were open-minded people, and while they did not want to see their only daughter pack up and leave, they knew that this would be what was best for her. They knew that they wouldn’t be able to give her what she needed here, which was to be around people who understood her and would teach her how to control their ability. However, Cleo was beside herself. She didn’t want to leave her friends, or her parents, or Cass. She didn’t want to leave her city. Vermont? That was basically in the middle of nowhere.
Nevertheless, she ended up going. Her parents told her she had to, that the migraines wouldn’t stop unless she did. And Cass told her that it was best too, and that he visit her whenever he could. So Cleo packed up her things, and her family drove with her to Pilot Ridge, Vermont to say goodbye.
To say Cleo’s adjustment to Hammel was an easy one would be a lie. There was a period where she incredibly homesick; she missed her family and her friends, and she hated the foliage. This lasted a few months, but like everything else, time makes change easier. She made friends and eventually adjusted to life in the middle of nowhere. She found that she liked the people here; they were definitely a lot nicer than the New Yorkers she was so accustomed to. Her training helped her control her ability, and eventually her migraines lessened. While they were still frequent, they were grew to be less intense and they were endurable.
When she was fourteen - almost fifteen - she’d developed the ability to briefly look into the future at her own accord. This required a great deal of concentration, and left her head pounding and her body exhausted at the end, but she grew better at it over time.
Going into her junior year at Hammel, she’s grown quite good at utilizing her sight, although she still has a long way to go. Her headaches still come and go - some more intense than others - although she’s learned to have a full bottle of Advil or Tylenol ready at any moment. There are still times when she misses her family and being in New York City, but she enjoys her time in Pilot Ridge. It’ll never replace SoHo, but she now is able to think of Hammel as her second home.
Roleplay Example
“I swear your grandmother must have stolen half of these rings. Even after four marriages, there’s no reason a woman should have this many engagement rings.” Cleo’s mother scowled, dumping all of the old jewelry onto the table.
Cleo ran her fingers over the scattered rings. There was a lot of other jewelry too; random pendants and brooches. It was so ugly though, and just screamed old. It was summer, late July, and Cleo’s grandmother had just passed away.
She knew that neither her grandmother didn’t get along with her daughter-in-law, or even her own son. Frankly, Cleo didn’t really remember much about her. She moved to Florida when Cleo was ten and when she did live near New York, she didn’t come around often.
The two spend the next hour or so sifting through the box of jewelry. “You can keep whatever you want.” Cleo’s mother told her. “We’ll get it resized if we need to.”
But everything they found was vintage and tacky. Her grandmother was the poster board for gaudy jewelry. Except for her rings, her rings were beautiful. Maybe Cleo’s mom was right, and they were stolen.
Cleo looked down at the ring on her hand. It was an engagement ring, a gold band with three beautiful diamonds on top. It was big on her hand. If she wanted it, they would have to get it resized. As she thought about it, Cleo supposed she really wouldn’t have been too surprised if the rings ended up being stolen. It slowly dawned on her that she really didn’t know that much about her grandmother.
She knew a lot about how lonely her grandmother was when she moved to Florida, and how her medicine made her lose 50 pounds, and how she couldn’t even move her hands because of her arthritis. She knew because she would tell her, every time she called her on the phone, along with everything else that was going wrong in her life.
Cleo also knew that her grandmother was self-centered, conceited, and so incredibly beautiful. At least, that’s what other people would tell her. And she knew that her grandmother loved her: she would tell her so every time she called. Everything else had sort of been a mystery that her parents chose not to tell her.
Was she a liar like her mother always said? Was she a thief? And suddenly, Cleo thought that things might be better this way. Some mysteries are meant to stay that way.
Cleo put the ring back in its box and closed the lid.
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