Post by catiealmahack on Dec 8, 2010 12:04:21 GMT -5
Catherine Alma Hack
caring serious passionate
caring serious passionate
BACK TO BASICS ' '
Full Name: Catherine Alma Hack
Significance of Name: Catie Hack becomes Hack, Catie become Hecate (pronounced heck-ah-tay). Alma is a lating name meaning "nourishing, kind; soul; young woman; learned".
Nickname(s): Catie, Cate
Age: Fifteen
Gender: Female
Orientation: Heterosexual
Grade: Junior
Celeb you're using:
Deity: Hecate - Greek
Title of your deity:Grandmother Goddess
STRIKE A POSE ' '
Physical Appearance:
Catherine is short, standing at about five feet and four inches. She has a bit of pudge, but not to the point of being fat by any means, and wears size twelve clothes. She has curves, though she`d never dress up to show them off, and is quite hourglassy.
She has chocolate brown hair that falls in waves to just below her shoulder. It is naturally wavy, but, being one of the only things about her appearance she makes an effor about, is sometimes straightened. Her eyes are a golden caramel colour in her better moods, and in good weather, and often deepen to a blackish brown in her darker moods, or on cloudy days.
Her skin is fair, to the point of looking almost luminescent in the moonlight. She has a couple freckles, but as she ages they fade. Her lips are a dusty rose colour naturally and she hardly ever wears lipstick. Or make up for that matter. She only ever wears it if she is getting dressed up.
Catie's wardrobe is mostly casual, and never excessive or extravagant. She sews most of her clothes herself, and sews clothes for others to make money for more fabric. She has a few professional looking pieces for important things, but nothing particularly girly or sexy. She prefers jeans and teeshirts to skirts and tank tops, and runners complete her look. She wears hoodies on occasion but is more fond of cardigans.
Formal wear is something she's never really considered. She's normally the one who run's the dances, not attends them. Perhaps at Pantheon she'll have to be introduced into that social setting.
LET'S GET TO KNOW YOU BETTER ' '
Personality Description:
Catie isn't the same inwardly as she appears outwardly. Often she comes off as overbearing and overly-serious. She is never seen in a situation where she loses composure unless she is seen being angry. She never shows weakness, and never admits to having weakness if she can help it. In the case that you are the rare person who sees her cracking, you are someone she trusts deeply and truly.
Catie is an amazing judge of character, and big believer in just desserts. She will be extremely kind and warm hearted to those who have earned it, and cold and unkind to those who do not. She is not afraid to be hurtful to people who offend her. This does not me she is not tolerant. She is. She just is not tolerant of those who are not tolerant towards others.
Catherine loves children, and is very matronly. She cooks, cleans, sews, knits, crochets, sings and everything else a stereotypical grandmother type might do. She always has candy in her purse, and will not hesitate to help those in need. She tries to help everyone who is vulnerable, or in need, because she feels a compulsion to do so. A child, as defined by her powers and her beliefs, is not just someone of a certain age, but someone of a certain mental or emotional maturity that indicates they need someone to protect them.
Catherine often seems extremely serious. She does not appreciate slacking and rule breaking, and she cannot stand people who do not take serious issues seriously. If you can get her to crack a smile, other than one that is polity or false, you are very talented. Just because she is not smiling and laughing, does not mean she isn't having fun. On the rare occasion she will let down her guard and be silly, but normally that's only when she is alone. She's a teenager, after all.
Catherine is very determined and passionate. She does not let anything stand in her way. She does not believe in gray areas, and the time that will force her to recognize that there are some will be tough for her indeed. She does not believe in doing things half-way. She sees things through until the end, and is a bit of a perfectionist.
What Catherine wants is someone who can appreciate what she does, and not get in her way. That someone must, in her opinion, be able to help without screwing up, and believe absolutely in her. What she needs, however, is slightly different. She needs someone she can vent to, who can help her loosen up a little and live life for herself as well as for others. She helps others to the point of being self-destructive.
Likes:
- Children
- Animals
- School
- Working Hard
- Getting things done quickly
Dislikes:
- Museums
- Cemeteries
- People who don't take serious issues seriously
- Slackers
- Snow
Strength:
- Passionate
- Confident
- Focused
- Compassionate
- Honest
Weaknesses:
- Can become borderline obsessive
- Can come off as too serious
- Socially Awkward
- Can be overwhelming
- Tempermental
Fears:
Being useless: One of Catie's fears is that she will not do good in the world. She hates when she's not busy working at making lives better for people. In the process she often forgets herself.
Losing Control: Catie fears that she may, in some scenario, be overwhelmed by her powers. It happened once in the past, and she became unaware of her actions, and had no memory of what she'd done in that time period.
Goal:
Change: Catie's biggest goal is to achieve change. First in her school, then the community, the state, the country and then the world. She wants a place where children are safe and not taken advantage of.
Family: Catie wants to have a family. She wants children, and husband who is as fatherly as she is motherly. She doesn't want it until she can take care of it, but she doesn't want to date someone who is afraid of that.
Controlling her Powers: Catie wants to be able to control her powers. She'd like to be able to stop them, not allow them to overwhelm her. She also wishes that she could make them more powerful, so that they could better help her take care of those she loves.
Power/Ability:
Psycometry - the ability to discern a person, place, or object's history through touch, or in ceratin cases just being close to it. Catherine's abilities are restricted to children, or those in childlike states. She is able to read the past of an object through physical contact if it is or has been part of a major event in a child's life. She can also read children, and people who are not yet past a childlike state of immaturity, or who are as vulnerable as a child. Somewhere where there are large amounts of children, or child-like people, she would be able to read by being in proximity to the energies they'd left behind. Or in a place with a large collection of things that belonged to children. So no children's shoe display at the haulocaust museum for her. She'd be overwhelmed.
Catherine can not control her psychometry. If she touches something that has child-energy she is given it's history, or in the case of something that has had a particularly important event, that event. Even if she is wearing gloves, stronger objects may be hit her, an the strongest things, people and places require no contact. However; she can only read an object once, unless it will help a situation of life and death.
WELCOME TO MY LIFE ' '
Place of Origin: Riceville, Iowa
History:
Catherine was always very mature for her age. Even in pre-school she was more of a teacher than a toddler. She would help cook and clean, she figured out creative ways to access the first aid equipment and always kept bandaids in her pocket. Everyone thought it was adorable.
Catie's parents were quite lenient with her as she grew. They discovered that she rarely broke their rules or did anything outside their wishes, and if she did it was always for a good reason. Originally they homeschooled her, but she longed to be involved so they sent her to public school. She was treated as an outcast at first, until a young boy found himself caught in a tree. He didn't want to have his photo taken for picture day and had climbed up. The teacher on yard duty had left to phone the fire department. Catherine was appaled. The child was terrified and obviously needed help. She hiked up her new dress and grabbed the lowest branch, pulling herself up. She then took the child, much smaller than she, and carried him down.
Shortly after that, Catherine hit puberty. That was when the psychometry began. She'd skipped a grade so that she could be sent to middle school and put in an advanced programs. Her grades were good, but her creative thinking skills and leadership traits were something they had never seen in the area. She was passionate and determined. She was given detention one day, for hitting another girl. She had been in an issues class, talking about sweat shop labour, and was in a heated debate. A reasonable debate, she didn't mind the other girl, she was just playing the devil's advocate. It was actually a boy who incited her anger. He laughed at Catherine, and made a whispered comment about her being 'a loser who gets fired up over such a stupid thing'. She had turned on him, and smacked him across the face, yelling at him for being such an ignorant jerk.
It was in detention that she discovered her gift. She was sitting in the room, by herself, working on an essay when she got up to get some more paper. She reached for the handle of the cupboard, and as soon as she touched it she was frozen.
She saw a young male, her age, sobbing as he reached into the cupboard to grab a sheet of paper. He was insisting again and again he had not done anything. He turned away from the cupboard to see a man, who was demaning he write more lines. Already sheets of paper were strewn across the desk covered in lines of writing growing more shaky each sheet. The student sat at the desk again, and began to write. He paused and made a rude comment under his breath. The man grew red in anger, and brought his hand across the boys head, forcing the skull to bang with great force into the metal table.
A searing pain had cut through her own head at that moment, and she realized the student had died. If not there, then somewhere nearby shortly after. She spent the next few nights wandering around the school, trying to find evidence of this. Finally she came across a yearbook in the library, and when she opened it there was a combination scribbled in the back. She knew that there were abandoned lockers in the school, and she tried the combination on each and every one of them. As the final locker fell open, the corpse of the boy fell forward.
The teacher was fired, and Catherine applauded for her sleuthing. However; she could not answer any of their questions. Her parents became exasperated and finally moved, trusting that their daughter would explain to them what had happened when the time was right. Catherine started into high school with the hopes of doing great things. She headed many funraising efforts, and many trips. Her biggest mistake was having one of the groups visit an orphanage. Her powers, which she had now researched and knew to be psychometry, acted up, and she had to be taken to the hospital. She could never explain her powers, she knew.
It was an episode like this, in her sophomore year, that had her discovered. She'd been carted to the hospital, and a nurse had approached her, asking her how long she'd had these psychometric powers. Without thinking about it, Catie answered. The nurse nodded as if it was the most casual thing in the world. She was told to pack her bags that evening, and that she would be picked up in the morning. Oddly trusting, and slightly frightened for herself, she packed what she could. The car picked her up, and she was taken to Pantheon.
CONNECTION TO THE MYTH ' '
Hecate was the grandmother goddess, she was the one who took care of children in the afterlife, as well as those who could not take care of themselves (handicapped). She ruled over land, sea, and sky. She was the sole titan who retained her powers under the rule of Zeus, as he adored her above all others. Her calling, however, was with children. She aided in childbirth, helped Demeter find Persephone and rewarded those who deserved it.
Catie is all about children. She was involved, until the time she was taken to Pantheon, in many organizations dealing with unfair child labour and child abuse, as well as volunteering to help the impoverished and struggling mothers. She cannot stand people taking advantage of those who have no means to protect themselves and often assigns herself the role of 'guardian'.
Catie has the gift of Psychometry. She can read an object, person, or place's history. However; she can only do so if it has child-energies. Meaning in the case of an object or place, it has been part of a child's life during a major event or subject to handling by many children.
ROLEPLAYING SAMPLE ' '
”Huh?" Friday was startled, and she quickly fixed her gaze on the blonde haired boy in the black coat. He must have been boiling, she reasoned, under that thing. However; she loved it, and would make sure to ask where he got it later. She smiled at him and tucked her hair behind her ear, blushing slightly at her stupid response to his question. ]"New? Yes. Planning on staying? Not so much."
He was about the same height as her. Maybe a fraction of an inch taller. She wondered if he was the same age, but didn't bother to ask. Her train of though was interrupted by a comment about campfires and beaches. She quirked an eyebrow at the comment. "I like long walks. On short piers. With guys who wear trench coats in hellish weather." The comment was intoned in a way that suggested she was only teasing him in fun.
Back home a cute blonde never would have given her the time of day. Then again, everyone was a cute blonde in Riceville, Iowa. Everyone was a cute blonde, caucasion catholic who liked to hit the 'oddballs' in the jugular with bibles. Friday felt a lump in her throat thinking about how it had escalated. The fire. And the word 'witch' sprayed with paint on the road in front of her house. Back home a cute blonde never would have given her the time of day, but back home a cute blonde never would have worn that amazing coat. Back home he'd be beat with a bible until he cried, which somehow Friday didn't imagine would take long.
"You, however; don't look like the graveyard type. Come here often?" Friday reached up to tighten her ponytail, wondering how she must look after her trek across the badlands. Well, badlands was an exaggeration. It was maybe a mile or two from where the car stopped. THE CAR! Her memory snapped back into focus for a moment, before she caught sight of his cocky grin.
What a cocky bastard, she thought, mentally smiling. She sincerely hoped for his sake that his last name was not Twain. That would be a terrible misfortune for him. It would ruin everything. Unless his name was Mark, in which case, it wouldn't be so bad. No other names worked with it. The name 'Twain' irked her to no end.
She kept playing with her ponytail, tightening it, loosening it, tightening it, loosening it... It was so frustrating not to have a mirror. She wondered where the nearest restaurant was. She doubted that if there were a bathroom here she'd want to use it. In the end she just grew so tired she pulled the purple elastic around her wrist. She ran her hands over her black tank top, smoothing the wrinkles that might have worked their way in while she'd been walking, and sliding her hands into the back pockets of her jeans. A common position for her.
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BEHIND THE SCENE ' '
Your name: Riley
Age: Sixteen
How long have you been RPing? Years. More than five.
Where/How did you find us? Affiliate: Blackwood Asylum
