Post by Tesser on Jun 20, 2011 19:35:19 GMT -5
CHRISTINA'TESSER'WHITEWALL
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Just with a black blindfold on
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TAKING SWEET TIME SAYING
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ALIASES: Tesser
AGE: 9
SEXUALITY: She would be Bisexual if she were old enough
ALIGNMENT: Child/Civillian - for now
OCCUPATION: Street kid - the occasional pickpocket
APPEARANCE:
Tesser is adorable! She appears to be girl of what might be Irish descent. However, as a street kid, it’s sometimes difficult to tell. She has straight, tangled, coppery-reddish hair that just brushes her shoulders. The color, however, is dulled by the constant state of being dirty. Her skin is on the pale side, having the tendency to burn, not tan, with a faint dusting of freckles scattered over her nose. Tesser’s eyes would be a bright shining green. However, nobody knows that because Tesser constantly wears a black gauze blindfold over her eyes. It’s thin enough only to allow her light/dark distinctions. In general, therefore, she doesn’t run into things. However, in the dark, she’s blinded.
She also sports the other telltale signs of a kid living on their own. Her wardrobe consists of odd scraps of clothing she has found worn in every possible way, wrapped in layers and layers of clashing colors. She appears to the common observer, to be some kind of crazy colorblind gypsy. However, she never wears shoes, never needs too. The skin on the bottom of her feet is tough as old leather and couldn’t be pierced by nails.
In general, Tesser is always grimy – her only baths coming from the occasional rain storm. However, she is always seen laughing and smiling and has yet to find a good reason to really let her laughter fade.
Aside from her grimy appearance, however, Tesser shows other signs of street life. Her face is often times gaunt and every bone on her body is almost always visible from lack of food and other healthful things.
PLAY BY: Sophie Vavasseur
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FEW SCENES FROM MY LIFE
[/color][/font]OR MOMENTS MEAN MORE TO ME[/center]
- Puppy Dogs and Kitty Cats (in that order)
- Rain
- When oil spills in puddles and makes pretty rainbows appear
- Sparkly Things!
- Wallets – Tesser collects wallets, not the things inside, mind – just the wallet.
- Chocolate milkshakes and french fries with Ketchup
- Pretty people – Tesser wants to be pretty someday.
- Monkey Bars
- Anything brightly colored, scraps of fabric, bird feathers, you name it.
DISLIKES:
- Police people – they frighten her.
- Rats – she’s terrafied of them.
- Bathtubs where she gets soap in her eyes.
- The dark – she freaks out and won’t move until there’s light
- Rats – the kind who tell on you to the coppers.
- Blood
- Being trapped in one place
STRENGTHS:
-Aside from her few above mentioned fears, Tesser’s not afraid of Hell or High Water.
-Tesser has a good understanding with Animals. Not a power, mind you, she just gets along well with them.
-She’s very good at creeping around so that nobody will see her.
-She has a knack for technology that, if indulged, could become a great skill.
WEAKNESSES:
-If faced with one of her two fears, Police or Rats, her terror is enough to paralyze her completely. It’s a full phobia.
-She doesn’t understand normal human things, like money, and rain boots, and swear words. She is also completely illiterate, can’t read or write.
-She believes her given powers are a curse and will have nothing to do with them.
-If she loses her blindfold, she completely looses her already slight grip on sanity. If you have her blindfold, you control her and destroy her.
POWERS & ABILITIES:
Tesser has, what some people would call, the third eye. The second sight. Call it what you may, she sees beyond what normal people can. Firstly – she see’s auras. Her world without the blindfold is one of wild color, filling in everything. People, animals, mobs, all things have a color to her. Some of them don’t even register on the normal human color spectrum. Thanks to her blindfold, these are, while not neutralized, dulled to the point where they can be easily ignored. Loving color as she does, she doesn’t overly mind this part of her powers, only when coupled her other visions does it become problematic.
However, that’s merely the easily explainable part. When Tesser looks at a person, even in passing, without the blindfold, she sees through them. Through all the facades they put up to the world, the masks they wear and the lies they tell. She can see mental illness, depression, pregnancy, emotional scarring, everything about you. In a single glance, she knows a person’s life story. Fears, weaknesses, personality. nothing can shield a person from her gaze save a single dirty strip of black gauze. Tesser, afraid and not understanding her powers, chose to hide from them. Her blindfold has – to this point – proved without fail to keep her powers unusable and that is all Tesser wants. However, should she ever be in a position where she opens her eyes without her blindfold, she goes into a delusional hysteria and may attempt to harm herself or others. It is thought that the unhampered sight may bring her physical pain, though there is not proof as of yet.
PERSONALITY:
It is Tesser’s firm belief that she is completely and hopelessly insane. Now, this being stated, she doesn’t overly mind being insane. To an extent, this firm grounded belief of hers has led her to an almost greater mental freedom. She has no qualms about society, what does a mad man care for such things? In this, she is innocent, even as she constantly grows older. Tesser, though she has seen many things that could have hardend her, still believes in love and happiness, and that all the world really needs is a couple of Kittens to keep itself occupied with.
However, she can be firm. No man or beast or alien could convince her against her believed maddness. The idea was repeatedly forced upon her when she was still at a young and impressionable age, so now it is as much fact to her as that the sun raises in the East and sets in the West. If you were to attempt to convine her repeatedly, she would mark you off as a lyer and would never trust a single thing you ever said.
In her mind, people are either good, or bad. There is no gray in her world. There are only two types of people. People who see a starving girl and give her some spare change, or people who see and starving girl and ignore her.
All things aside, Tesser is a remarkably cheerful child. She always smiles, always laughs, and can amuse herself with the simplest things for hours at a time. Honestly, she just loves that fact that she continually wakes up to find that she’s still alive, and there are too many things in the world for her to ever be bored.
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TWO, TWELVE, NINETY-NINE
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FATHER: Jonathon Whitewall - Dead
SIBLINGS: none
OTHER IMPORTANT PEOPLE: none
ORIGIN: Gotham City
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Tesser was born in one of the richest Neighborhoods of Gotham, christened Christina Ann Whitewall. She was the daughter of a wealthy Social climbing mother and well meaning, but weak-willed father. Christina was a very normal, very pretty child. She had everything a girl could want, and a fairly good upbringing; and if her mother didn’t have much to do with her, the girl’s father and nursemaid made up for it. However, just about when Christina turned three, her father died from a heart attack. It was at this time that Christina’s second sight began to emerge. Sparked by the death of her father, whom she had adored completely, she began seeing in people colors and pictures and memories that weren’t hers. It terrified her, and at her young age she was afraid that she was going to die too, just like her father. In her panic, she ran to her mother.
Elizabeth, terrified of what the prospect of an insane daughter would do to her social standing quickly made arrangements for Christina to be shipped to an Asylum where she would be kept by the doctors and completely out of the public eye. Then Christina’s death was feigned and her empty coffin buried while she was locked within the Asylum walls. It was, in face, Arkham Asylum.
During the next three years, the only human contacts Christina had were a constant stream of psychiatric doctors attempting to cure her, and her fellow inmates. At first she was kept in fairly comfortable quarters, but she became more and more difficult to control as her second sight grew more and more prevalent. Finally after attacking two nurses and a doctor during a particularly bad episode, she was straight-jacketed and confined in a padded room. After three weeks, she was let out for good behavior, but ever after she was housed with the criminally insane. Her company was among such villains as the Joker, the Penguin, Two-Face, Poison Ivy, and more. Their proximity with her had a profound effect on her ability to function in normal society – in that they destroyed it.
However, they also served to convince her that she was completely insane – and in turn, helping her come to terms with that fact. The other effect these years had on her were that she, at first deliberately and then completely forgot everything about her past life, renaming herself Tesser. Sinking into the shadows of her inmates, Tesser found one friend among her fellows, a neurotic old lady named Antebellum Spike. It was Antebellum who, having taken a liking to the child helped Tesser escape. She wasn’t even missed.
The first thing Tesser did was leave Gotham, swearing to never come back. From there, she lived the life of the hobo. She jumped a train that took her south, did some odd jobs, learned to pick-pockets, started her wallet collection, and moved on.
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PLEASE DON'T LEAVE ME
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AGE: 18
EXPERIENCE: Five years, give or take
OTHER CHARACTERS: Raven
WRITING SAMPLE:
Tesser was not having a good day. The air around her was hot and humid and she couldn’t help but pout as she wandered in and out of side streets. The small girl wasn’t exactly sure what city she was in. It was a new one though. She had arrived here last night in the bed of a loud pickup truck. When the man driving it had discovered her sleeping in the back he had yelled a lot and hit her before she had managed to run off. Her bruised arm wasn’t helping her mood any. It was going to rain soon, and she wished it would go ahead and do it because the moist hot hair was making her blindfold scratchy against her skin. Grumbling and scuffing her bare feet against the pavement, Tesser continued on her way.
However, it wasn’t any more than a moment later when her frown turned upside down. The red headed girl smelled french fries! Her favorite food in the whole wide world, Tesser took a running start, did three cartwheels and danced the rest of the way towards the smell. It was coming from a large brick building with some kind of signs over head. The symbols were large and blocky, but Tesser didn’t pay them any mind.
The door opened with ease and she walked into the building without any inhibitions, following her nose to the source of the smell. About halfway down the hallway, she came across a large dog. It growled at her, not sure what to make of this odd smelling girl child that came its way. Tesser stopped where she was, crouching down and opening her palms to the spotted animal. It came slowly, sniffing first her hands, then her head, then all the rest of her body, before decided she was a friend and led the rest of the way to where the food was.
The source of the smell was a large open room filled with cafeteria type tables. At every table sat men and women in matching uniforms. Tesser’s new dog friend barked a friendly greeting when he led the girl into the room. Slowly, the whole room quieted as all the people turned to look at the street girl who had entered their midst. The girl in turn inspected their uniforms closely. They didn’t look like coppers, but she had to be sure. However, a moment later she recognized a hat that was sitting on a bench. It was large and round with a lamp on the front. They were firepeople!
Grinning, knowing that she was safe with so many qualified fire experts around her, Tesser then turned to where the food was being served, not able to ignore the hordes of people watching her. With her dog by her side, she picked a tray and went through the line, asking very politely if she could just have fries and extra ketchup please. Finally, her food on her tray, the girl chose a table at random, sitting down and munching on her fries.
“Hi!” She said brightly to the firepeople who were all still watching her. “I’m Tesser! What’s your dog’s name?”
However, it wasn’t any more than a moment later when her frown turned upside down. The red headed girl smelled french fries! Her favorite food in the whole wide world, Tesser took a running start, did three cartwheels and danced the rest of the way towards the smell. It was coming from a large brick building with some kind of signs over head. The symbols were large and blocky, but Tesser didn’t pay them any mind.
The door opened with ease and she walked into the building without any inhibitions, following her nose to the source of the smell. About halfway down the hallway, she came across a large dog. It growled at her, not sure what to make of this odd smelling girl child that came its way. Tesser stopped where she was, crouching down and opening her palms to the spotted animal. It came slowly, sniffing first her hands, then her head, then all the rest of her body, before decided she was a friend and led the rest of the way to where the food was.
The source of the smell was a large open room filled with cafeteria type tables. At every table sat men and women in matching uniforms. Tesser’s new dog friend barked a friendly greeting when he led the girl into the room. Slowly, the whole room quieted as all the people turned to look at the street girl who had entered their midst. The girl in turn inspected their uniforms closely. They didn’t look like coppers, but she had to be sure. However, a moment later she recognized a hat that was sitting on a bench. It was large and round with a lamp on the front. They were firepeople!
Grinning, knowing that she was safe with so many qualified fire experts around her, Tesser then turned to where the food was being served, not able to ignore the hordes of people watching her. With her dog by her side, she picked a tray and went through the line, asking very politely if she could just have fries and extra ketchup please. Finally, her food on her tray, the girl chose a table at random, sitting down and munching on her fries.
“Hi!” She said brightly to the firepeople who were all still watching her. “I’m Tesser! What’s your dog’s name?”
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