ESTES, mariah selene.

[MARIAH SELENE ESTES]

MARIAH SELENE ESTES



it's not like I need somebody
TELLING ME WHERE I SHOULD GO AT NIGHT

FULL NAME: mariah selene estes.
NICKNAME: rye.
AGE: eighteen.
YEAR: third.
ACCOMMODATION: ward 2.
BIRTHDATE: october 12.
GENDER: female
ORIENTATION: heterosexual.
STATUS: single.
CANON/ORIGINAL: original.

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don't worry you'll find somebody
SOMEONE TO TELL HOW TO LIVE THEIR LIFE[/center]

LIKES:

• her power
  
• the color blue
  
• cats
  
• her family
  
• horses
  
• nighttime
  
• stars
  
• rain
  
• music
  
• mystery/crime novels
  
• being outside

DISLIKES:

• pain
  
• the afteraffects of using her power too much
  
• sunshine
  
• silence
  
• bad writing
  
• dirt
  
• heat
  
• reptiles
  
• heights
  
• spiders
  
• tests

STRENGTHS:

• reading
  
• listening
  
• standing up for herself
  
• being strong

WEAKNESSES:

• backing down
  
• admitting defeat
  
• opening up
  
• giving up on people

FEARS:

• someone who would/could hurt her
  
• being too vulnerable
  
• the doctors/guards
  
• losing control of her power

GOALS:

• be able to summon the forcefield at will
  
• learn her limitations so she doesn’t suffer her migraines

SECRETS:

• if she could escape, she would.
  
• she's a romantic and believes in true love and all that.

DISORDER:

• telekinesis – rye can move things with her mind. While there are many limitations, it is powerful. However, she cannot move people at all, and at this moment she can only move something up to 200 pounds. Nothing she moves can be alive – for whatever reason, her power does not work on it. Also, if she overuses it, she has horrible migraines that last for days, leaving her in her darkened room in silence, a wet washcloth on her forehead. Because of this, she tries to never overuse.
  
• forcefield – this is the weaker of the two gifts. If someone were to try to strike her, she could summon up a forcefield to protect herself. However, it could be shattered with enough force, giving her a very severe nosebleed – the kind where it is literally gushing blood. It also causes severe phsyical pain. When she is done transforming, she will be able to summon it at will; but at the moment, it only works if she is under threat.

PERSONALITY:

• passionate
  
• determined
  
• strong
  
• loving
  
• bitter
  
• fighter
  
• animal lover
  
• doesn't like being dirty
  
• loyal
  
• devoted
  
• intelligent
  
• driven
  
• trusting
  
• forgiving
  
• protective
  
• focused
  
• afraid

'cause you're so perfect
AND NO ONE MEASURES UP

PB: katie mccgrath.
HEIGHT: five two.
WEIGHT: 102.
HAIR: black and wavy.
EYES: pale blue.
BODY TYPE: rye's skin is very, very pale, due to her dislike of sunshine. She's very slender, but some of it is muscle - she doesn't just lay in bed summoning things to her. That would probably kill her, anyway. She's very small, and mostly depends on her telekinesis to defend herself if need be - she's afraid of her forcefield, because of the dire consequences of it breaking.
MUTATION: Rye does not have a physical mutation that is visible, other than the very severe nosebleeds when her forcefield breaks.
STYLE: Rye is not a t-shirt and jeans kind of girl. She likes dresses and tank tops, and while she does like jeans, try catching her in a ratty pair. She's classier than that. She often wears jewelry, having five piercings in one ear and two in the other.

yeah all by yourself
YOU'RE ALL MESSED UP

MOTHER: marian alice estes - 36 - teacher (math) - Boston, Massachusetts.
FATHER: william alexander estes - 35 - soldier(marines) - Boston, Massachusetts.
SIBLINGS: jonathon charles estes - 24 - med school student - Harvard College.
anna marie estes - 17 - high school student - Boston, Massachusetts.
OTHER RELEVANT FAMILY: none.
HISTORY: Mariah was never a normal child, and her family knew it. She was adorable at first, albeit a bit loud and needy, but she was a baby. And her family was happy. But when she was three, the abnormalities started to come out. At first it was nothing. Things would shift when she wanted them, almost imperceptibly. For years, no one noticed. She was normal, and it didnt bother anyone when they saw something twitch while she was looking at it.

She was always a nice person, but not too nice. She was loyal and devoted, but if someone pissed her off, she'd gladly rip off their head. She was the girl that people didn't mess with in school, and the smart one that everyone wanted to work with because she got good grades and worked hard. Again, not abnormal. It wasn't until high school that her own power came out.

She was sitting in math class, working on a project, and she needed a yardstick. Because she took pity on one of the students with a bad grade and was working for with him, she was doing all the work herself, and when she asked him for a yardstick, he failed to get. That made her angry - she was working, couldn't he get the damn yardstick? Angry, she gestured at the them - and the yardstick fell over and dragged itself two inches. Terrified and believing it would be best for her, her family sent her to Bellafields, believing that they would 'cure' her and send her back. However, she learned otherwise.

The first year, she honestly thought she was dying from the pain. She would stay in her room for weeks, crippled by headaches and pain that would leave her unable to do anything but lay there. For weeks at a time, it would blind her and deafen her with the roaring in her ears from the pain. But she could see that her power was developing, at least when she was well enough to be pushing it.

The second year was easier, in a way. Less painful, unless the tests pushed her beyond her limits. Still, at least she wasn't crippled with the pain. So far, her mutation is developing right on schedule, and she looks forward to being fully developed so she can know her limits forever. However, she wants out of Bellafields, believing it to be a prison. She doesn't want to go home, but she does want out.

i was losing myself
TO SOMEBODY ELSE

OOC NAME: izzy.
AGE: fifteen.
AREA: US, mountain standard.
CODEWORD: -edit-
RP SAMPLE:

Really, Cat didn’t know what she was looking for by being here. She didn’t even know why she was here? Could she really offer Max any comfort? But…when she thought about it, there were lots of reasons why she should be here.

Maybe it was that when she first came here, alone and aching from the abandonment of her parents, it was Max who came to talk to her. Maybe it was that Max hadn’t turned away from her, even with all her problems. Maybe it was that he was always there when she was hurting. Or maybe it was just that when Max was in pain, all she wanted to do was take that pain away, even if it meant taking it herself.

Because the truth was, Maxwell Toyama meant more to her than almost anyone – he even rivaled Jon in that respect. She didn’t know why, and she didn’t know how, but even though their relationship had been rocky almost from the start, it had lasted. And when Max was cut, she bled right along with him. She didn’t know how, but there was no going back. Their relationship was too complicated for words, but it was there, and it was a very strong thing.

It hurt when Max retreated away from her, but she persisted, sitting down next to him, and putting her hand on his back. Because all she wanted to do was help him, and what would hurt more than her leaving? Because walking away meant abandonment, it meant being alone, it meant she didn’t care. And she did care. A lot.

She waited for him to say something, or to react to her at all, besides his subtle retreat when her heart her voice. And when he did start to speak, she listened patiently when he tried to say something, waiting through his tears and false starts. She didn’t really know what he was trying to say until she had the whole picture. It surprised her, his question. What had brought this on?

But still, she had to answer, and she needed to think about that. Because really, there were a few reasons why she might have hated him, but when she thought about it, they weren’t his fault. She had her own problems, and she’d put him through enough pain that the times when he stood by her meant that much more. They both had their problems, and Max had accepted hers with open arms. The least she could do was not hate him for his.

“I don’t hate you because you didn’t do anything wrong,” she said honestly. Really, there was only one real reason why she might hate him, and that was Kuroda – but that wasn’t his fault. He hadn’t asked for that, and the only thing that had made her walk away was his involvement, and that had stopped. So no, she didn’t hate him. “We’ve all got our problems, Max. You dealt with mine. How could I hate you for yours?”

She continued to let her hand rest on his back, thumb moving up and down in a slight rubbing gesture while she tried to comfort him. She was still wondering what it was that was upsetting him so badly, so she finally said, “Do you want to tell me?” It wasn’t meant as a hint, only as an invitation to tell if he wanted. And a way to let him know that she was still listening, whatever he had to say.

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