Post by Mia Calnote on Sept 26, 2010 1:00:23 GMT -8
Mia Lynn Calnote
[/center]( The Basics )
( Full Name)[/color] Mia Lynn Calnote
( Nickname )[/color] Mia, Lynn
( Age )[/color] 14
( Birthdate )[/color] December 2nd
( Sex )[/color] Female.
( Hometown )[/color] Las Vegas
( Class )[/color] Freshman
( Sexuality )[/color] Straight
( Played By )[/color] Emma Stone
( Their Power)
( Ability )[/color]
Memory manipulation- she can enhance, distort, or erase other's memories.
Telekinesis- she's only recently discovered this power so she can only lift some light things in the air, like pebbles and water bottles.
Mental projection- she can enter people's minds when they are unconscious and talk to them, Mia would create the environment around them and everything. Think Inception minus the cool machine thing. She's not exactly good at it yet, so it's mostly involuntary. It's the only way she can dream now, it was different when she was younger.
( Type of Power )[/color] Mental
( Weakness )[/color] Using her powers weakens her, and if she uses them a lot she gets splitting headaches. She can also pass out, or go into a coma if she pushes herself too hard.
( Good vs. Evil )[/color] Super Hero
( Personality )
Mia is generally very friendly and joking, though her humor can go over some people's heads at times. Or offend them. She's very good at keeping secrets, both hers and others, and is very trustworthy. She can be a bit shy around members of the opposite sex and when first meeting people. After she becomes comfortable with the person though she's very outgoing and loud. She likes large crowds and usually has a lot more fun in that kind of environment. Mia isn't much of a party girl, probably because she hasn't really been to one being so young and all.
( Little Details )
( Strengths)[/color] She's very good at keeping secrets.
( Weaknesses )[/b][/color] Some people don't get her sense of humor at times and she can come off as rude. She can also get very tongue tied around boys she thinks are cute, which is rather embarrassing.
( Dark Secrets)[/color] none
( Reputation )[/color] They don't know anything except that she's Lyra's sister. Being a freshman she hasn't had much time to build up a rep.
( Family)
( Mother )[/color] Carolyn Anne Calnote, 43, Mary Kay sales rep, close relationship.
( Father )[/b][/color] Arthur Dane Calnote, 43, judge, okay relationship. Being a daddy's girl was more of her sister's thing.
( Siblings )[/b][/color] Justin Kurt Calnote, 19, college student
Lyra Kerrigan Calnote, 17, senior at Oceanside
( Any Other)[/b][/color] Sarah Blake, 15, very close friend. They've known each other for a long time and she knows about her gifts.
( Belongings )
( Car )[/color] Buses and feet ftw.
( Phone )[/b][/color] Pantech Impression
( Music )[/b][/color] iPod nano, 4th gen. Black
( Anything Else)[/b][/color] A regular composition book that she uses a a journal. She doesn't write in it that often but keeps it on her almost all of the time.
(Sample)
looked up at the white wall, the wheels in my brain starting to whir, that sense of needing to go and fucking do something popping up again. Getting frustrated, I sit up on the couch and look over at Jimmy,”Don’t you ever get bored of this?”
“Of what?”, he replied, not looking up from the table as he rolled a joint.
“Of this. Of everything”, I replied, my arms gesturing around the room,”Of doing the same damn thing everyday. Of having these retarded, unimportant conversation about nothing. We aren’t living, we aren’t learning. We’re just floating through, accepting everything as it comes”, I could feel myself ranting, but damn it, I was sick of this. Jimmy had finally looked up, he was my best friend, the one who always got me. He had to also be discontent with this hollow life, right?
Apparently not. He looked at me as if I had just grown two heads, or said Palin should run for president. There was no way he didn’t hate this too. How could anyone be content with this hamster wheel of a life? What difference were we making, what would anyone remember about Michael and Jimmy? We were just two teenage stoners, drifting through life. We were just one of the masses.
I wasn’t content with this, something had to change. I got up and walked out of the smokey basement, not sure of my destination or what I was going to do.
It had to be something big.
“Of what?”, he replied, not looking up from the table as he rolled a joint.
“Of this. Of everything”, I replied, my arms gesturing around the room,”Of doing the same damn thing everyday. Of having these retarded, unimportant conversation about nothing. We aren’t living, we aren’t learning. We’re just floating through, accepting everything as it comes”, I could feel myself ranting, but damn it, I was sick of this. Jimmy had finally looked up, he was my best friend, the one who always got me. He had to also be discontent with this hollow life, right?
Apparently not. He looked at me as if I had just grown two heads, or said Palin should run for president. There was no way he didn’t hate this too. How could anyone be content with this hamster wheel of a life? What difference were we making, what would anyone remember about Michael and Jimmy? We were just two teenage stoners, drifting through life. We were just one of the masses.
I wasn’t content with this, something had to change. I got up and walked out of the smokey basement, not sure of my destination or what I was going to do.
It had to be something big.
