Courtney Ross
Mar 30, 2010 22:20:26 GMT -5
Post by Courtney Ross on Mar 30, 2010 22:20:26 GMT -5
The Basics
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Name:Courtney Patricia Ross
Nicknames: Courty, Creeper
Age: 14
Orientation: Homosexual
Desired Rank/Job: Student
Powers: Animal Control with an affinity for insects. If it has a thorax and six spindly legs, she can talk to and control it.
Play By: Kat Dennings
The Details
Hair Color: Brown
Eye Color: Blue/Gray/Green/ a really ambiguous color
Any Piercings? Ears
Any Tattoos? None
Any Scars? Most prominently, one across the back of her right thumb and a long one on the inside of her right leg.
General Appearance:
She doesn’t look her full 5’8” because she slouches often, looking downward so people often don’t meet her eyes. She has medium length hair that naturally curls, which she really doesn’t like, instead wishing for the straight, regular hair of others. She has very mild acne, most of which is noticeable to only her, but due to low self esteem, Courtney thinks its much worse than it really is. She also has fairly pale skin that contrasts her bright read lips, a combination that she’s uncomfortable with. With several moles and freckles, she’s a walking connect the dots and that’s one of the few things she doesn’t mind about herself.
Courtney has many sun scars, thin white scars that only show up in bright sunlight, from a very rough and tumble childhood coupled with her easily scarring skin. Along with the aforementioned thumb and leg scars, she also has several on her arm from sticking her hand into a rosebush to retrieve a poorly kicked ball and three small ones from her former best friend’s cat.
The girl has a healthy body and is fairly curvy, though not voluptuously so, especially in the chest area. For Courtney, its more of a curse due to the back troubles and unwanted attention it can incite, usually from the opposite sex. She wears very normal clothes, graphic prints and blue jeans, but can be quite dressy when she wants to be. She only has one necklace, a thin butterfly pendant from her mother, her last present before coming to the Hammel Institute and wears it every day, without fail, only taking it off to shower.
Personality:
A very shy and awkward kind of girl. She is perfectly friendly when it comes down to it, but she normally avoids people she doesn’t already know quite well, impeding her ability to make new friends. Courtney doesn’t talk much, partial because she doesn’t know what to say and partially because she dislikes her voice, one she thinks is too low, even though its actually just fine. She doesn’t avoid people per say, but doesn’t actively pursue the company of others and doesn’t stand out, so she very rarely meets people.
Courtney is an artistic soul without artistic talent. She loves painting, drawing and singing while being minimally skilled at each., but she’s alright with that. She’s reasonably handy in a woodshop, and can handle a hammer, nails, level, screwdriver and most corded power tools. Normally she can be found doodling in the margins in her paper of humming softly, pop or classical music. She also normally has painted nails, but only uses fast drying polish, just in case anything it close enough to get caught as the polish dries.
Trust is a big issue with Courtney, as she only trusts what she knows. She mainly trusts insects, and becomes increasingly anti-social the more she stays with them. One of her more off-setting traits is that when she’s nervous or frightened, she surrounds herself with wood roaches, something that most people find both disgusting and horrifying.
When she gets to know someone, Courtney is friendly and helpful, not to mention fiercely loyal. One thing you don’t want to do, however, is to get on Courtney’s bad side. If you somehow manage to push her to being your enemy, Courtney is absolutely vicious and brutal. She has a rather black and white morality, where anyone who is a threat to her or those she loves is to be completely destroyed before they can hurt anyone. Ants may swarm, cockroaches may attack and it’ll be guaranteed that every wasp for acres will be focused in o the object of her anger. She does forgive easily, but Courtney absolutely does not forget.
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Your Vices
Likes: Butterflies, fast food, running, ninjas, cockroaches, the letter G, cucumbers, spending time outside, buffalo jerky, Boston lettuce, talking quickly, boar bristle hairbrushes, Twinkies, bright lights, summer nights, the open sea, full moons, desert sand, singing, hive mind control
Dislikes: Scorpions, weather well below freezing, rotten meat, dead animals, cats, wasps, lip gloss, low-cut dresses, string bikinis, kale, paisley, a capella groups, incredibly white rooms, queens
Strengths: Being very quiet, drawing straight lines, listening, planning, passion
Weaknesses: Talking to strangers, drawing, singing, her family
Fears: Arachnids. If it has eight legs, its out to get her. Also, men significantly taller than her, especial if she doesn’t have someone she know well nearby.
Secret: When a man tried to snatch her from her front lawn, she panicked and the man was attacked by a swarm of bees, later dying. She never mentions this, but she thinks that was completely justified. Also that she would much rather have a girlfriend than any of the nice boys her mother promises are back home.
Family Ties
Father:
Justin Mather Ross
Mother: Susan Devon Brooks Ross
Siblings: Lisa Marie Ross
Any Other Important People: (pets count) Ken and Lola Brooks (her cousins) and Janice Joplin, her beehive
History
Once upon a time in the lovely land of High Point, North Carolina, a busboy named Justin managed to wait on a charming young lady by the name of Ilsa. After a long and tumultuous romance, she dumped him for a body builder and in his grief, he got unreasonably drunk at a bar. The next morning, he woke up in the apartment of one Brooks family, having apparently spent the night in their bathtub. Slowing convincing her father he was not normally that much of an idiot, Justin very slowly began to woo Susan Brooks. A year later, they were married and a year after that, they had their first child, Lisa Marie Ross. She was a happy only child until ten years later, when Courtney surprised everyone and made her own way into the world.
Courtney was a very normal young girl, in a normal Southern conservative Baptist family, flouncing in dresses and avoiding dirt at all costs. She abhorred ants and spiders, both disgusting and mean little bugs that were to be avoided because they bit and stung and were not nice. In particular, around the age of five a bee stung her, and Courtney got her first taste of slow anaphylactic shock, along with a tense ride to the hospital and an appreciation of Epi-Pens. She like butterflies and her mother even called her a little butterfly, letting her run free in the apartment complex free area. Around the time Courtney turned nine, her parents moved to a real house out in the country, with a new school, new friends and nearly twenty acres all their own.
Very quickly, Courtney discovered that making friends in the fifth grade is difficult and awkward, and though she wasn’t bullied, she was basically ignored. She compensated by throwing her effort into her schoolwork and began exploring the family property, eventually discoing the plentitude of flora and fauna, especially the insect kingdom. Ants of every color and size, wild bees, moths and butterflies of every color and especially roaches were all nearby, and Courtney found her repulsion had lessoned. By the time Lisa Marie left for college and her cousins Ken and Lola moved in, Courtney had discovered that wood roaches were coming in through her wall, something she really didn’t mind. She knew she should be disgusted, but instead she found them fascinating, watching them fly and forage.
By the time she got to middle school, Courtney was nearly invisibly. She kept to herself and her only interest was getting home and hanging out in the woods, with or without her cousins. Her parents expressed concern for her lack of friends, but she assured them that she was just fine, even joining etymology club at school to show her interests. Her parents and Ken relaxed, but Lola filled in her big sister role and watched Courtney very closely.
It was in seventh grade that Courtney realized she was different. She was changing, gaining weight, getting unreasonably tall and getting this tingly feeling whenever the girl in her math class asked to cheat off of her test. In comparison to the first buds of a crush, being stalked by cicadas and being able to catch crickets just by wanting to genuinely paled. It wasn’t until she went a little too deep into the woods thinking that Courtney even noticed anything.
She always liked to imagine that she could hear what insects said, but that day it seemed even more so than normal, like she was hearing grasshoppers talk about grass without trying. In her confusion, she walked a bit to close to a beehive and knocked it with her hand, causing the bees to swarm. Three acres deep and with no Epi-Pen, Courtney did the only reasonably thing: cover her head and scream for them to stop. After half a minute of no stings, Courtney dared to look up and see that every single bee was simply hovering, and through the buzz, she could almost make out a vibrant ‘Yes’. Entirely freaked out, Courtney ran home and locked her bedroom door.
This continued, and even as the girl in math class began sucking face with the boy who sat on the other side of her, beetles still came to her call and cockroaches still listened to what Courtney said. Though she never had anything nearly as successful as the original cease-attack with bees, Courtney found if she though hard enough about it, the bees were willing not to sting her.
However, everything comes out in the wash. Lola was suspicious of Courtney’s behavior and followed her one day, getting to see Courtney make a swam of gnats follow the tip of her finger. Shocked and disgusted, Lola told Ken who in turn told Susan and most of his friends. Word spread fast, and soon Courtney was the creepy bug girl. Her mother was furious and her father took her to get tested, making sure there weren’t any other problems.
When the Hammel Institute contacted her, Courtney was nearly delirious with her anticipation to get away. She packed that night and taking only her ant farm, with the chance of sending for Janice Joplin later, she was gone with only enough time for her family to say fleeting goodbyes. Her mother was the only one who seemed sad to see her go, but Courtney hopes that distance will repair her family bonds. Now a fresh student and somewhat anxious freshman, Courtney hopes that the Hammel Institute will be kinder than High Point.
Roleplay Example
(From Hogwarts Express, a HP roleplaying site)
When Rachel heard Professor Blackstone taking twenty points from Gryffindor, her heart sank. She knew that Perry certainly deserved it, but it still felt bad. All those points from her house in one quick motion...
She winced, hearing the awful grating noise the table made against the floor, and she hoped that hers wouldn't be so loud. However, she wasn't quite sure how she was going to manage moving a table. Tables were big. She had been thinking chairs, or maybe a stool. But it was time to face the music, or rather the table.
"Alright, you know this." she whispered, standing up and facing the table. "Table... Consider yourself banished." She held her wand securely - once during a swish and flick, she had thrown her wand, sparking, across the room - and performed the swish and flick loosely, with practiced ease followed by the twirl and another flick. Her flick was a little too sharp, and even though she held onto her wand, she managed to cause a corner of her table to fly off. "No!"
Rachel grabbed the corner, looking around quickly and not seeing anyone looking at her, and placed it back on the desk with a hissed Reparo and the table was fixed, if not a bit corner-crooked. Stepping back, she exhaled and curled her fingers around her wand, ready to try again. Gentle flicks this time.
She spun her wand almost lazily before her swish and flick, then the twirl, another flick, with no falling pieces, and a concentrated X. Perhaps the down stroke was too fast, or maybe too strong, but either way her table, instead of being banished fell forward with a very loud thud.
"Oh no." Rachel said, quickly picking her table up, not remembering its weight. Slamming into the ground was not a part of the spell, not at all. "Table, do you not like me?" Wisely, her table did not respond
Rachel looked at the unresponsive table before sighing and very carefully going over each motion. She was going to do this right or the table was going to banish itself.
"Swish and flick." she said, performing a smooth swish and flick. "Twirl." The spiral was controlled and fluid. "Flick." This one wasn't as sharp, but still a good flick. "X." She took care to make her X deliberate. "All together now..." And Rachel performed the standard swish and flick, also adding the one quick twirl used when banishing a small object and also added an extra flick of the wand and a quick X in the air as well with her wand. "Depulso!"
Her unfriendly table scraped forward about the length of her thumb, and Rachel felt a surge of pride.
"Yes." she whispered so herself, getting ready to swish and flick again. "I did it." And because she had done it, Rachel got a firm grip on her wand and prepared to do it again. She was going to get this table across the room inch by inch. "Alright table, let's get moving."
What About You?
Name: Anastasia Hilton, real name no gimmicks.
Age: 17
Experience: Since… October
How Did You Find Us? Mirasaven, November Adams, that girl
Ready To Play? You better believe it.
