Taryn Schaffer [example]

[Avalynn]

Name: Taryn Schaffer
Age: 15
Gender: Female
Position: Student
Gift: Telepathy
Personality:

You can normally find Taryn off in some corner, alone. It's not that she's antisocial or unfriendly, she's just a bit unnerved by groups of people. This is because as she was growing up, she had no friends because she was labeled as the "crazy one". Anytime she tried talking to people, she always replied to things no one said or became quiet as if she was listening to someone talk. As a result, she has learned to avoid groups of people. Even though she is a loner, she often goes out of her way to help people in small, quiet ways. Such as holding the door open for someone, or stopping to pick up fallen books.

However, once you get to know her and get used to her odd habit of speaking too much of things uncannily similar to your own thoughts, she can be an friend. She has a dry sense of humor and is a great listener. If you have any problems or need advice, she is the person you should talk to; somehow she always knows just what to say.

On the inside, Taryn is always slightly confused and disoriented. Some of this is accounted for the fact that people are always shooting her odd, confused glances when she says something. This has taught her to say little unless speaking is warranted. Sometimes she has spells of excessive confusion and exasperation when she feels as if the thoughts in her head are getting too loud or too many. She doesn't understand what causes this, she just thinks it has something to do with the reason she is at Hollowcove: being insane.

Appearance:

Taryn has light blonde hair that stops a few inches below her shoulders. She has her bangs cut in a side swoop, so they frequently fall across her face. Her eyes are a dark, cloudy blue. Occasionally, when caught in the right light, they'll sparkle a lighter, crystal blue. Her face is small, and heart shaped. Her skin color is fair, giving her a slightly washed out appearance.

Taryn is on the short side, just barely claiming five foot and two inches. She holds good posture and usually has her hands slightly clasped in front or behind her or straight at her sides. When sitting, she almost always crosses her legs and arms. Though she is a loner, she tries not to look so because she actually would like to make some friends.

Once you get her talking, her facial expressions will vary like the colors of a rainbow. Otherwise, she puts on a bored, slightly smiling face on that would be her 'default' expression. To an outsider's eye, she would look like the perfect-mannered girl with her good posture and slightly smiling face, always off to the side and out of the way.

Taryn dress in an unnoticeable way. She often wears lighter colors paired with a black color. Her style can be described slightly tom-boy reminiscent mixed with casual girl clothes. Often times, she'll throw on a simple, cheap pearl necklace to just 'spice' it up a bit.

History:

Taryn was born and grew up Ohio. She is a single child with a single mother. If not for her 'faults', she could have grown up with a semblance of normality in the town of Lyndhurst. It was there that she first attended school and discovered her apparent social inabilities. Her mother grew increasingly worried as her daughter continued complaining of the bullying, teasing and harrasing taking place at school and the 'voices' and overcrowded thoughts that she would have. In those days, when she was younger, she would have 'overcrowding episodes' much more frequently and in more ferocity. Sometime to the point where she would break down crying, holding her head. Before Taryn even reached middle school, her mother yanked her out of school and attempted to homeschool her.

This did not go over well. Not only was her mother a single, working mom who did not have enough time to teach her child, but she was continually put on edge by the things Taryn said. Finally, after two years of the struggle, her mother decided to try putting her back in school.

It went well at first, but within a week the episodes starting happening again with more frequency and intensity. Taryn said nothing as it continually got worse, along with the harrassing. She had maybe one friend who she could confide, but eventually, even that friend left.

Her mother began noticing changes in Taryn's behavior and began worrying again. Taryn often became withdrawn and silent, staring off into space while saying nothing. Occasionally, she would speak as if replying to something no one else could hear. Just when her mother decided it may be time to take Taryn out of school again, the letter came.

Upon hearing of the Hollowcove Institute, her mother did much more extensive research. When her results came up clean and promising, her mom signed the paperwork and turned her daughter over to the Institute.
And this is where you find her today, about a month and a half into her stay at the Hollowcove Institute.

RP Example:

Her light coat swayed in the breeze as the wind rolled past her like a caress. Trivial worries, normal worries, ran through her mind as she walked through the dark night towards the dense forest on the outskirts of the city. With the little human troubles floating in her head, she didn't notice anything amiss on the cloudless night.

Below her feet, a dark shape rubbed itself against her leg, something sharp running over her shoes. Jumping back, she looked down as a small black cat stared up at her with its green eyes, a small meow coming from its mouth, its pink tongue peeking from the corner of the mouth as it sat down. “Stupid cat,” she glared down at the cat and walked away stiffly, annoyed at herself for being frightened by a harmless cat.

She continued to walk, but out of her peripheral vision she could make out the outline of a dark, human-shaped silhouette. Even as she turned the last corner to where she could see the wall surrounding the city, she watched the stranger turn towards another street, and she let out a breath she hadn't been aware that she had been holding. Forcing herself to slow down, she rubbed a hand against her chest, trying to make her heart beat at a normal speed. I’ve walked this way for years, she thought to herself, trying to find some comfort. My house is probably only a half a mile away, I’m almost there.

At the edge of the town, she paused and shivered, but it wasn't from the wind. She worried briefly, no one would be around to hear her scream if something were to happen, but she pushed the worries away not wanting to let herself get worked up. Her neck prickled and she could feel a small line of sweat forming at the back of her neck and on her forehead. Before she could shiver again she heard a sound, she spun around, bringing herself face to face with an enormous dog – a husky, possibly, but she wasn't quite sure − standing only a few feet away. It didn't appear to be vicious, as if it wanted to take a snap at her, but neither did it look like it wanted to lick her hand.

She couldn't move as its bright, yellow eyes stared her down. Wolf. The thought coursed through her mind before she was able to dismiss it. A wolf near a city was so illogical; she quickly threw it from her mind.

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