Tamsin Craig
Sept 11, 2010 0:50:35 GMT -5
Post by Tamsin Craig on Sept 11, 2010 0:50:35 GMT -5
The easy S T U F F . . .Name: Tamsin Grace Craig
Nickname: Tam, which is what she generally introduces herself as.
Age: Fifteen
Member Group: Student
Power(s): Aerokinesis- the ability to control wind currents as well as air related weather by thinking about it. Can cause tornadoes with severe emotion. Side effects include shortness of breath, headaches, trouble remembering details of things(Airhead. Lawl.)and the inability to keep one’s hair tidy.
Play By: Everlyn SampiLet it F L O W . . .
“Ladies and Gentlemen of The Hammel Institute.” The man next to the projector began, nodding to each person in turn. “My name is Atticus Ransburg. As you can see, that is me in the picture with three female Aboriginal children.” He pulled a pointer from his projector podium and tapped it on the screen, hitting the two dimensional face of the oldest looking child. “This girl you see here is Tamsin Grace Craig. With her are her two younger siblings, Amber Frederica Craig, who is eight, and Kylie Hannah Craig, who is four. Tamsin, however, is currently residing in a government facility, without her family, in the Australian outback.” He paused for a slight effect. “I wish to change that.”
“Perhaps you have heard of the pseudoscience people like to call ‘eugenics’. Eugenics in Australia was used against the natives in the eighteen seventies, through the nineteen sixties, in some places, in an attempt to ‘breed’ Natives out.” He coughed into his hand. “This practice was wrong on numerous levels. However, the government of Australia has set up the camps originally used during the time of the Stolen Generations in order to house a new problem that is growing rapidly, even as we speak.” He once again changed the slide.
“Tamsin is residing in one of these camps. Why? Many aboriginal tribes have found that they now have meta-humans amongst their ranks. A sudden, unexplained influx amongst the tribes has caused a ride in numbers. Some treat them with kindness and admiration. Others view them with growing contempt.” He sighed and ran a hand through his thinning hair. “We are no longer sure which is worse.” He looked at the table, at each individual, with a solemn stare. He was no longer a salesman, but a humanitarian. Even those without supernatural perception could tell how much he cared for this child.
“Tamsin came from a tribe that revered her. To them, she was a higher being. She was with them for two years. Now imagine this- two years without any sort of training. Two years without anyone to guide you or helping you with your powers, or the side effects to go along with them. It took us six months to find her, and then a year and a half to remove her from her tribe.” He sighed. “They did not want to see her go. They claimed we were stealing her. The truth is, Tamsin Craig, despite being only fifteen years old, is a dangerous, dangerous girl…”
“Hey. New girl.”
“Yeah?”
“Whatcha in for?”
“Dunno.”
“Why’d they come gitcha?”
“Dunno.”
“What’s your power?”
“Why you care?”
“Jus’ wanna know.”
“Air.”
“Yeah?”
“Yeah.”
“Tha’s cool.”
“I killed someone.”
“Uhoh.”
“Whatcha mean, uhoh?”
“Means they send you ‘way. To someplace else.”
“Don’ wanna go. Wanna go home.”
“…”
“…”
“Whatcha want don’t matter no more.”
“Figured.”
“Tamsin? Tamsin Grace?” The young smiling nun moved through the rows, reaching the bed where a girl was perched, staring at the ceiling. “Tamsin, you’re going to go to a new place soon.” She chirped, sitting at the end of the bed. “It’s called Hammel, and it’s in America. Do you want to go there, Tamsin?” The girl remained silent for a few minutes as the others whispered to each other. “Tam?”
“Don’t wanna go.” The tan girl muttered. She looked to the nun with a level stare, eyes set dead on hers. She could not shake this girl. Nothing could. “I wanna go home. Yeah?”
She would’ve wrote a letter to her Mom, but she couldn’t read.
She would’ve wrote a letter to her sisters, but they couldn’t read either, and they wouldn’t want to read it anyway if they could.
She would’ve wrote a letter to her Grandmother, but she was probably too busy crying still.
She would’ve wrote a letter to her Aunt, but she didn’t know what to say to her.
She would’ve wrote a letter to Old Jem, but she was mad at him for turning her in.
She would’ve wrote a letter to her father, but he was dead.
Because she killed him.
But it was alright.
She couldn’t write all that good anyway.
“Tamsin? Why aren’t you packing?”
“Not going. That’s why.”
“You don’t really have a choice, dear. You have to go to America tomorrow. You have to get on that plane.”
“Maybe I don’ wanna.”
“Tamsin.”
“Yeah?”
“You’re going.”
“…”
“…”
“…”
“…Goodbye, Tamsin.”
“… … … We’ll see about that.”
Taken from Tamsin’s classroom projects
Tough
Artistic
Mad
Stubborn
Ignorant
Nobody
“Hey Tamsin, whatcha doing?”
“Trying to laugh like Kookaburra.”
“Why? That’s bad.”
“Makes the world end.”
“Why you wanna do that?”
“Going to America tomorrow.”
“So?”
“If my world’s ending, I want it to end how I say so.”Behind the M A S K . . .Name: Fedora
Age: Old
RP Experience: Long enough
How did you find us?: My pudding cup told me.Show your S K I L L S . . .
Feddy can write a post. The end.
