Post by Carson Andres on Jul 24, 2010 13:56:17 GMT -8
Carson Marie Andres
[/center]( The Basics )
( Full Name )[/color] Carson Marie Andres
( Nickname )[/color] Cars, "C"
( Age )[/color] 15
( Birthdate )[/color] April 10th
( Sex )[/color] Female
( Hometown )[/color] Portland, Oregon
( Class )[/color] Sophomore
( Sexuality )[/color] Heterosexual, as of now. Though, if she were to meet a girl who she seemed really drawn to, that could change. She tries not to limit herself too much.
( Played By )[/color] Avril Lavigne
( Their Power )
( Ability )[/color] Fire manipulation (Pyromancy)
( Type of Power )[/color] Manipulation
( Weakness )[/color] Water, Strong gusts of wind, etc. (basically any force that could put out a fire)
( Good vs. Evil )[/color] Conflicted/Dark hero. In terms of good-cop, bad-cop, she's the bad-cop for sure.
( Personality )
Carson is extremely headstrong. Around people she's comfortable with, she can be loud and obnoxious, but she's naturally untrusting, so around most people, she's quiet, stand-offish and indifferent. She prefers to sit back and survey those around her rather than jump in and try to steal the spotlight. She's very tomboyish, and isn't the most eye-catching to boys, due to the fact that she fits in with them perfectly. Once she begins to get used to her surroundings and starts to trust or like those around her, she takes on a bit of a new personality. A side of her that's cool, aloof, and at times, lazy. Yet, she can also be extremely high-strung. Due to the many different sides of her personality, Carson can often be hard to figure out. But don't let it fool you, she's still just looking for fun, and maybe a bit of trouble, like any other teenager.
( Little Details )
( Strengths )[/color] Carson's biggest strength is her physical state. She's very toned, rather on the muscular side, and quite athletic. Plus, her mental outlook ensures she's stubborn; if she wants something badly enough, she'll try until she's either gotten it, or she's physically incapable of trying anymore.
( Weaknesses )[/b][/color] Carson has a very hard time trusting people, and tries to avoid teamwork, which can, and will in most situations, be her downfall.
( Dark Secrets )[/color] Although untrusting, Carson is still stubborn, and if something is found that is valuable enough to her, she can easily be bribed and manipulated. Even if it means allowing herself to be used or manipulated in some less than virtuous ways.
She's also a pig when it comes to eating. Even though most kids don't seem to mind gluttons, for some reason Carson always feels the need to hide her eating habits when there are people with her.
( Reputation )[/color] Not a lot is known about Carson, as she stands back most of the time and doesn't make much of an attempt to be noticed, but she does have a small reputation as the quirky tomboy.
( Family )
( Mother )[/color] Laura Andres. 46. Stay at home mom. Carson was always fairly close to her mom, and still is, despite the fact she's a gifted..
( Father )[/b][/color] Scott Andres. 47. Graphic Designer. Carson's father became fairly more skeptical of Carson's powers than her mother did, but he still wants the best for her.
( Siblings )[/b][/color] Christopher Andres. 11.
( Belongings )
( Car )[/color] None. If she needed to drive somewhere, she would use her parent's car; here at Oceanside, she'll walk or skateboard everywhere unless offered a ride.
( Phone )[/b][/color] Red Pantech Matrix
( Music )[/b][/color] iPod Touch
( Anything Else)[/b][/color] Cobalt Blue & Black Nintendo DS Light, Tony Hawk Huckjam series Skateboard, Red Telecaster with a black pick-guard, and clothing.
(Sample)
Leaves and branches flicked against her legs, prodding through her black, baggy cargos. Black Vans sneakers scaled the treetops, hopping from branch to branch, gliding with ease. Carson had fallen painfully into a
world of torture. She'd been at her home, the gifted training island, since she was just thirteen, and it had been a great experience up until the agents had come down on the island. She'd been separated from her
friends, her family. That was a week ago. Once she had caught wind of a gifted fugitive hideout, she had begun to chase the dream that hopefully her friends were safe there. Tears began to well up in the corners of her eyes. She missed her friends, especially
the always cheerful shape-shifter, Blake. She obviously had feelings for him. In her eyes, who wouldn't? Obviously something was bugging her, because seeing Carson shed a tear was rare, definitely not a
regular occurrence. She whipped the salty tears away from her face with the back of her hand. She just wanted to be home, to be with Blake, she just wanted him to hold her, and tell her it would be ok.
Carson hopped down from the tree, the 'thud' of her ratty black Vans sneakers against the forest floor echoing in her mind. She strutted along, her head turning to glance about. She was slightly surprised by the
amount of gifteds residing at this camp. Every so often, she'd see one here or there, forging for berries or firewood. Carson walked along like that for a while, ultimately holding out her hand as a small flame burst
into life. She watched it dance and lick up at the air, how the gentle breeze threatened to blow it out, sending it swaying to-and-fro. She did this effortlessly, with such little concentration, it had to make you
wonder how huge of an inferno she could create with every last bit of her energy.
