MAHS Character Application draft
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psychometricPlayer Name (or nickname): Ardath
Character Name(full): Chelsea Sandstrom
Nickname (what they like to be called): Chelsea, Chels
Fandom (series of origin): OFC
Age: 17
Grade level or staff position: Junior
GPA (if applicable): 2.8
Short Bio: Chelsea was a pretty normal girl for most of her life, until something weird started happening to her when she was fifteen. That was when she started seeing and feeling things when she touched objects. At times they were fascinating, and at times they were frightening. Chelsea is, in fact, a gifted psychometrist, but the ability nearly drove her crazy until she learned to control it. She's repeating her junior year as a result, because she was in and out of a psychiatric hospital for the better part of a year thanks to this. Her standing as an Honors student also tanked, leaving her with a GPA she's incredibly not-proud of.
After it became obvious to her, and her family, that restarting at her old school wasn't really going to work, her parents sent her to live with her grandmother in Middle Area. Chelsea can now control her ability, most of the time, although she's developed a habit of being very hesitant to touch things directly if she can help it. She has to nerve herself up for a possible onslaught of images and emotions, so people may notice that she has moments of hesitation before picking up objects or sitting down on chairs.
Some of the things she's likely to see, when she touches objects in the high school, are really going to freak her out and make her think she's going crazy again. On the whole, though, she is going to downplay those things a lot and just try to reintegrate. Mostly, what she does will be available as a plot device if people need it -- say, need some backstory filled in or something revealed that otherwise can't be -- and to make her miserable. ;)
Most of the signs of her ability can easily be misinterpreted as neurosis or mental illness. She avoids handling objects that belong to other people as much as possible, and is careful to try to bring everything she's likely to need with her. She tries not to even borrow pencils from other people. She packs her own lunches as a matter of course, and gets very picky about which chairs she sits in -- ones she knows, from experience, are "safe" and don't have ugly memories are ones she'll sit in again and again; others she won't sit in at all even if they're the only chairs left. She avoids buying anything second-hand, and often turns up her nose at labels, claiming that their items were "made in sweat-shops." She'll then claim that she "read that somewhere" if pressed. People attempting to give her presents come up against unexpected resistance, although sometimes she'll unexpectedly become effusive over something that wasn't even all that big a deal. It's impossible to predict what kinds of memories she'll find attached to something, so her behavior is very erratic and unpredictable and she often seems to be quite the anti-materialist overall.
Aside from this, Chelsea's a fairly normal girl. She wants to try to repair her grades, so she plans to study hard. Her favorite subject is History and her second-favorite subject is English, where she likes to do creative writing and pretends that the stories and poems she writes, about the things she's seen in objects, are fiction. She listens to "New Age" and electronic music a lot, and has an offbeat way of dressing that she tries to pretend is "artsy" but is really about wearing things that have comfortable "histories" or no histories at all. She's mediocre at math and totally hates Gym.
Appearance (and/or attach a photo to the email): Chelsea is a tall, skinny girl. She's about 5'10" and about 135 lbs., gangly and not very curvy. She has medium-dark brown hair with a little hint of auburn in it, hazel eyes, and a pale complexion. Her face is slightly "witchy," with a pointed chin and arched, aquiline nose, but very pretty, too. Her PB is Australian actress Rhiana Griffith. (Pictured)
Player Contact (email or AIM): ardath@gmail.com
Sample narrative rp (a short, third person narrative scene): It was its own brand of humiliation, starting over like this. At seventeen, a girl wasn't supposed to feel like she had to rebuild her whole life from scratch. But there Chelsea was, settling into her grandmother's house. She wasn't sure it would even work, but she was aware that this was probably her last chance to have a normal life.
Fortunately, Grandma had let her pick out which of the guest rooms she wanted to sleep in. Chelsea had picked the littlest room, to her surprise. Yeah, the bed was almost too small for her, meant for someone much younger and a little shorter, but it was the only bed in the house where ...stuff... hadn't happened. Chelsea really didn't want that entering her dreams. That would just be gross.
She had a while to adjust. The fall semester at her new school wasn't over yet, and she didn't actually have to start until after winter break. It meant she'd lost a whole year of schooling, but at least it would be an even division. She'd spent the last month proving that she could handle all of this without another breakdown, but that had been in her own home, surrounded by things with a history she understood. She still had to find out if she could really make it in the outside world.
Well, I have all of December to get ready, right?
Her aunt Reba believed her; that was the part that had come as a big shock. Reba had suggested that there was still a future for her outside of hospitals, if she could learn how to inure herself to the onslaught; there were a lot of police agencies that kept people like her on retainer to help them with their more inexplicable cases. She wasn't sure that she could actually stand doing that.
So I'd better be able to make it in the world without, right?
She had a month to get ready. But hey, this was Middle Area, Pennsylvania. It wasn't like a lot happened in a town like this. She'd be just fine.
Sample Character Journal Entry (short, first person entry the character would make in their journal): Okay, I think I have my room the way I want it. Gran didn't ask why I wanted to swap dressers. Maybe Mom and Dad told her to let stuff like that slide. She's not treating me any differently but I keep expecting her to.
I have a referral for a local psychiatrist. Guh. I guess that's required at this point, but still, how is he actually supposed to help me with this? Well, I'll make something up, I guess. I need to get good at that, anyway. Woo hoo, I get to learn to be a liar. I'm going to get so good at fake-smiling my way through life.
Gran's going to take me by my new school sometime in the next week or so, so I can look around and pick out my classes. That'll be a real acid test, won't it? I hope there hasn't been a lot of gang violence there or anything.
What am I talking about? I'm in the middle of nowhere. This place isn't like Cinci. I think the total lack of a Neiman-Marcus proves that right off, doesn't it?
Okay, things to do:
1. I need a really good pair of winter boots. Not that it's snowed yet. Hell, it's ridiculously warm at the moment. But Gran says this place gets a lot more snow than I'm used to.
2. Long underwear, too. Wow.
3. Make an appointment with the DMV to get tested for transferring my driver's license. Definitely practice in Gran's car beforehand so nothing in it surprises me.
4. Find somewhere in town that's safe to work. Shouldn't be too hard, right? It's not like anything ever happens in a place like this.
I'll figure out the rest when the time comes, I guess.
Character Name(full): Chelsea Sandstrom
Nickname (what they like to be called): Chelsea, Chels
Fandom (series of origin): OFC
Age: 17
Grade level or staff position: Junior
GPA (if applicable): 2.8
Short Bio: Chelsea was a pretty normal girl for most of her life, until something weird started happening to her when she was fifteen. That was when she started seeing and feeling things when she touched objects. At times they were fascinating, and at times they were frightening. Chelsea is, in fact, a gifted psychometrist, but the ability nearly drove her crazy until she learned to control it. She's repeating her junior year as a result, because she was in and out of a psychiatric hospital for the better part of a year thanks to this. Her standing as an Honors student also tanked, leaving her with a GPA she's incredibly not-proud of.
After it became obvious to her, and her family, that restarting at her old school wasn't really going to work, her parents sent her to live with her grandmother in Middle Area. Chelsea can now control her ability, most of the time, although she's developed a habit of being very hesitant to touch things directly if she can help it. She has to nerve herself up for a possible onslaught of images and emotions, so people may notice that she has moments of hesitation before picking up objects or sitting down on chairs.
Some of the things she's likely to see, when she touches objects in the high school, are really going to freak her out and make her think she's going crazy again. On the whole, though, she is going to downplay those things a lot and just try to reintegrate. Mostly, what she does will be available as a plot device if people need it -- say, need some backstory filled in or something revealed that otherwise can't be -- and to make her miserable. ;)
Most of the signs of her ability can easily be misinterpreted as neurosis or mental illness. She avoids handling objects that belong to other people as much as possible, and is careful to try to bring everything she's likely to need with her. She tries not to even borrow pencils from other people. She packs her own lunches as a matter of course, and gets very picky about which chairs she sits in -- ones she knows, from experience, are "safe" and don't have ugly memories are ones she'll sit in again and again; others she won't sit in at all even if they're the only chairs left. She avoids buying anything second-hand, and often turns up her nose at labels, claiming that their items were "made in sweat-shops." She'll then claim that she "read that somewhere" if pressed. People attempting to give her presents come up against unexpected resistance, although sometimes she'll unexpectedly become effusive over something that wasn't even all that big a deal. It's impossible to predict what kinds of memories she'll find attached to something, so her behavior is very erratic and unpredictable and she often seems to be quite the anti-materialist overall.
Aside from this, Chelsea's a fairly normal girl. She wants to try to repair her grades, so she plans to study hard. Her favorite subject is History and her second-favorite subject is English, where she likes to do creative writing and pretends that the stories and poems she writes, about the things she's seen in objects, are fiction. She listens to "New Age" and electronic music a lot, and has an offbeat way of dressing that she tries to pretend is "artsy" but is really about wearing things that have comfortable "histories" or no histories at all. She's mediocre at math and totally hates Gym.
Appearance (and/or attach a photo to the email): Chelsea is a tall, skinny girl. She's about 5'10" and about 135 lbs., gangly and not very curvy. She has medium-dark brown hair with a little hint of auburn in it, hazel eyes, and a pale complexion. Her face is slightly "witchy," with a pointed chin and arched, aquiline nose, but very pretty, too. Her PB is Australian actress Rhiana Griffith. (Pictured)
Player Contact (email or AIM): ardath@gmail.com
Sample narrative rp (a short, third person narrative scene): It was its own brand of humiliation, starting over like this. At seventeen, a girl wasn't supposed to feel like she had to rebuild her whole life from scratch. But there Chelsea was, settling into her grandmother's house. She wasn't sure it would even work, but she was aware that this was probably her last chance to have a normal life.
Fortunately, Grandma had let her pick out which of the guest rooms she wanted to sleep in. Chelsea had picked the littlest room, to her surprise. Yeah, the bed was almost too small for her, meant for someone much younger and a little shorter, but it was the only bed in the house where ...stuff... hadn't happened. Chelsea really didn't want that entering her dreams. That would just be gross.
She had a while to adjust. The fall semester at her new school wasn't over yet, and she didn't actually have to start until after winter break. It meant she'd lost a whole year of schooling, but at least it would be an even division. She'd spent the last month proving that she could handle all of this without another breakdown, but that had been in her own home, surrounded by things with a history she understood. She still had to find out if she could really make it in the outside world.
Well, I have all of December to get ready, right?
Her aunt Reba believed her; that was the part that had come as a big shock. Reba had suggested that there was still a future for her outside of hospitals, if she could learn how to inure herself to the onslaught; there were a lot of police agencies that kept people like her on retainer to help them with their more inexplicable cases. She wasn't sure that she could actually stand doing that.
So I'd better be able to make it in the world without, right?
She had a month to get ready. But hey, this was Middle Area, Pennsylvania. It wasn't like a lot happened in a town like this. She'd be just fine.
Sample Character Journal Entry (short, first person entry the character would make in their journal): Okay, I think I have my room the way I want it. Gran didn't ask why I wanted to swap dressers. Maybe Mom and Dad told her to let stuff like that slide. She's not treating me any differently but I keep expecting her to.
I have a referral for a local psychiatrist. Guh. I guess that's required at this point, but still, how is he actually supposed to help me with this? Well, I'll make something up, I guess. I need to get good at that, anyway. Woo hoo, I get to learn to be a liar. I'm going to get so good at fake-smiling my way through life.
Gran's going to take me by my new school sometime in the next week or so, so I can look around and pick out my classes. That'll be a real acid test, won't it? I hope there hasn't been a lot of gang violence there or anything.
What am I talking about? I'm in the middle of nowhere. This place isn't like Cinci. I think the total lack of a Neiman-Marcus proves that right off, doesn't it?
Okay, things to do:
1. I need a really good pair of winter boots. Not that it's snowed yet. Hell, it's ridiculously warm at the moment. But Gran says this place gets a lot more snow than I'm used to.
2. Long underwear, too. Wow.
3. Make an appointment with the DMV to get tested for transferring my driver's license. Definitely practice in Gran's car beforehand so nothing in it surprises me.
4. Find somewhere in town that's safe to work. Shouldn't be too hard, right? It's not like anything ever happens in a place like this.
I'll figure out the rest when the time comes, I guess.
