Post by nehemia on Sept 27, 2010 23:45:05 GMT -8
* Nehemia Sheila West !
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full name: Nehemia Sheila West
nicknames: Mia
date of birth: June 16th 1995
date of change: ONLY FILL OUT IF VAMPIRE!
hometown: Atlanta Georgia
species: psychic/witch
abilities: sensory sight[she can see into the past of inanimate objects she touches, namely who touched it last, going back about 4 days maximum]
height: 5'7
weight: 155 lbs
hair: dark brown
eyes: brown
play by: Rihanna
likes: bubblegum, history class, music, swimming, football
dislikes: the dark, holding hands, mornings, other people touching her things.
strengths: honest, blunt, witty, curious, indipendant, guarded
weaknesses: can be lazy, gets bored quickly, defensive, will wait til the last second to ask for help if at all, not easily trusting of others
fears: going crazy from her gift, other people finding out about her ability
secrets: her sixth sense, and she's adopted, she has no idea that her biological family has roots in the mystic falls witching community as far back as the 1800's, witches when paired with psychic seers became very powerful forces, her great aunt was killed and her family scattered to escape further retribution from the towns people.
personality:social though outwardly she keeps her distance from people, she is comfortable to talk to but always finds a way to avoid talking too much about herself. She likes the workload of school but doesn't really like going so, in a way she's a closet nerd.
mother: Dorothy Carver
father: Richard West
siblings: none
other family: she does not know who her biological parents are.
other important people:
history: Her bilogical mother had the same ability as Mia. Mias mother got pregnant at the age of 25 after her bio father was killed in Iraq, Mias mother could not take the grief or the weight of having to hide her ability. soon her sanity cracked and she was committed. in the mental ward, she gave birth to Mia and gave her up for adoption. Mias mother died in the ward.
The Wests adopted Mia and she was brought up in Atlanta Georgia, where they lived mostly to support Dorothys acting carer while Richard worked as a fireman. When Dorothys career plummeted, the family decided to move to Dorothys hometown of Mystic falls where she now teaches piano while Richard was transferred to the fire department there.
Dorothy and Richard have not told Ma the truth about her real mother or father because it was a request not to do so from Mias mother, requested via a suicide note, two months after she gave Mia up.
your name: Indra
age: 20 something
experience: 8 years rping, a few more simply writing.
who you play: nobody on this site.
how to contact you: email or AIM BlaqueFigure
how you found us: on a Supernatural website
role play sample: They stopped taking people to the incinerator. When The Big Death got too, suffice it to say: big. The military stopped washing the streets and taking the infected and dead away to be disposed of because even the military became no more. It spread too fast, like that purge the adults of the old days used to tell their children about, that story from “that” book, of the floods and fires that some omni God created to purge any evidence of His mistakes. He is perfect afterall, right?
I think his name was Noah, and some omnipotent ass of a god decided to just wash the earth out and start again. Every time I think of that story, I can’t help but think about the people outside the boat. Or the story where he purges someplace with hails of fire, and some guys curious wife ended up as a pillar of salt.
The Elders of Old, they used to talk about it like these were all blessings, miracles in disguise… They said that this purge needed to happen because there was no obedience or respect among the older population, but then I wonder, what about the kids?
What about those that the age of consciousness had not fully flowered, what about those kids watching their parents and neighbors and friends, get washed out, bloated by the bodies sponging effect of the water, or the children that burned along with them, did –they- really need to be cleansed? And I’m sure they called out to that god, who just let them drown or burn.
The world isn’t all that different now. The Big Death came like those torrential rains and washed out all the elders, anyone within a year to a day of puberty; gone. Some died from the Big D, others because the Big D took away their livelihood. How do you expect a baby to take care of a baby?
Some say it was god, some say it was the government, I only agree with the theories that say it was all shit. I do find it more than odd that one decade, the Big D is running like a scourge across the land and now, death is more from hunger or power hungry scavengers raking through towns and taking what they want. It took a decade for fear to turn into paranoia, to turn into anger and now...
The danger of death is always there in this world on repair, but now we don’t need scientists and military forces to tell us of this inexplicable danger, no. Death now walks through each colony, on the tips of hunger, or the common cold that we still don’t have the medicine for…When the big D washed all those people away; it washed away the mechanics of the world as well. When people faded, so did the technology, or rather what they called “advanced technology.” The world’s clock was reset, and now we have to start from scratch. We farm, we barter, and we depend on one another for our own survival.
Some towns are lucky. Some towns figured out how to harvest the dormant energies in their abandoned warehouses for electricity. Some enclaves have schools turned into shanty towns, but it’s not like everyone with something wants to or, has to share.
There was a town a while back called Cranston, it was about two miles up from what once was a military base. Word was, was that the man in charge of that base, had it in him to play god reincarnate, and just like He sent those storms and rains to wash out the guilty and innocent, Markus planted some daisy cutter bombs up on Cranston, to use a town as an example of his omnipotent power. The story goes that he wanted people not only to depend on him..but to pray to him, REALLY make him a god. With a push of a button, Cranston went up in flames, and a new god was feared.
Imagine that, you wake up, the world is shit but all you know is that your survival is key, you want to push trough it, and you get up, greet the sun and bang, you’re gone.
That town of Cranston base is now a crater. Nothin survived the fabled blast, everything is still charred black, and the soil is still too dry to plant anything worth growing, so that mass grave, where they tell that people were blown to bits, for our survival, it has been turned into a trading center.
I don’t go there much, can’t leave my business. I run a small hotel of sorts. I was five when the Big D took a run at humanity. I don’t remember much about my parents; it was pandemonium when they left me. I remember that day like it was yesterday but, I know I’m not the only one who has their memory of the last time the world was…what we thought it was, still a gaping fresh wound in their memories.
I remember my dad was some kinda science type, I remember that he never turned off the television when they reported that the Big D had spread out of Bombay, all the way to Tuscany. I remember my mother and father talking about a disease that was running about in Canada. I just remember a lot of T.V and countries in peril, only because my mother was a teacher and I had a knack at a young age, for geography. I loved maps, I still do.
Then Dad got sick, and mom kept asking him if the chopper was going to come for us too. Dad got sick, and then mom got a cough, and I remember that she packed my backpack, and my wheelie-bag. Dad told her to, he was really sick but I heard dad yell at her to get me to the country house. He said that she should take me and Christopher, the guy, though he wasn’t much of a guy but anyone in middle school was susceptible to that moniker that glorified their age on me, he was the guy that used to babysit me. Dad said that we should both go to the country house and wait, and that he’d send the chopper there to get us there.
I remember mom telling me that I was going to go on a trip, she said that I was a big girl and I could go by myself. I was scared, shit, I was so scared but Dad said I could do it. I couldn’t go in his room, but I stood at the door and he told me to be his big strong girl. He said that he’d be right there when the big plane came to get me and Chris. He told me to be nice and listen to Chris, who at the time was only 12.
Well, it don’t take a genius to figure out that the chopper never came for us. My parents died, like so many others. When I got tired of the same storybooks, when I stopped crying and asking Chris when they were going to come for us. That’s when he started reading those gardening books to me. His mom had a greenhouse back home. And he took some of her stuff when he left. I think it was like his security blanket of sorts. He read the books, and we never threw out anything that had a seed. When we started to run out of food, Chris would venture out, to see how the world beyond our log cabin was doing.
I didn’t want him to go at first. I didn’t want to be alone. I still thought the Big D was going to come for me, or worse, for him and leave me to be the single standing person in all the world, and that I’d be alone with nothing for all time. I had such a vivid and wild imagination.
The first time he went out, he left me with a crackling fire that I had gotten real good at keeping up with, and two meals. They were small meals, cooked veggies and some rabbit meat. He told me he would be back when the sun came back the next day. He told me to keep the doors locked, and earlier on, he found my dads rifle. That’s how he’d bag the meat. You shoot your game, and then when you clean ‘em, you just take the bullets back. We had fresh amo, but like the food we rationed, we didn’t waste the bullets either.
Chris left and came back just like he said; he came back with food that he bagged in the forest that bordered the land where we stayed. Every week he went out, until he found a trading center. Everytime he went out, I learned how to do, by myself. Sometimes other people came back with him; they were trying to get to other places where they heard that things were better. They wanted to get to the places with the schools, the rumor of scant electricity, and some say that some of the military basses left over, weren’t run by power hungry Markuses from Cranston. With the new people we got news about what was going on in the world. We got trade, we got survival.
Days turned into weeks, and weeks to months and soon..Chris was seventeen, and I was ten. Word of our cabin got out, and just like everything else, there were good things, and bad things. Scavengers came by.
By then the Big D had calmed down, receding from the shores of humanity, people were having babies again, It was harder than a car ride to the hospital when the contractions hit but, in a way, it gave us all hope.
Atleast when they died, it wasn’t from the Big Death, it was just because we weren’t developed enough. But the scavengers came, and like that day when mom had packed me away, Chris packed my stuff, and gave me a map to the trading center. He told me to look for Katey Johnston. Like my dad, he said he’d be right behind me, a few days later. He told me I was his big strong girl, and when they set the cabin on fire, I didn’t look back. I heard the gunshots, and I didn’t look back.
