Name: Dawn
Gender: Female
Age: 18
Power: Sound Manipulation
Appearance: Dawn stands about 5'2 with hazel eyes and fair skin. She wears a white blouse with black short shorts, and a black head band.
Personality: Dawn is the quiet type of person. She finds interacting with others close to impossible and enjoys spending time on her own. Sometimes, Dawn can get very upset that she can't have any kind of relationship with others and tries to interact, only concluding in a horrible accident that her almost constant bad luck brings on. Smiling is very rare for her and often seen with a sad look upon her face.
Spending her days in TSR locked up in her sound proof room in complete solitude, either by choice or liliterally beign locked in, turned her into more of an individual then she all ready was. On occassion she will open up to people, however ony little.
Strengths: Her hearing. As a sound manipulator, Dawn's hearing is far more acute alowing her to understand peoples emotions and planned actions.
Weaknesses: Dawn is somewhat naive and is far to easily scared. She is known to suffer from panic attacks and when she is her powers become uncontrolable.
Fears: Dawn is pretty much scared of anything she is uncertain of. However, the one thing she is most scared of is her history that still haunts her.
History: As a young child, Dawn was always known for her soprano high pitch cry, but neither of her parents thought anything of it. In fact, they never thought of Dawn period. Her father was a wife beater, who occasionally turned on her if Dawn's mother wasn't around. He was drunk almost 24/7, and sometimes touched her in ways she had never even imagined.
It would be more than an under statement to call her mother the "Best Mum in the World". She was around less, but only because she was to busy earning cash by sleeping with other men. On the chance that she was home, anything Dawn did was against the unwritten law she had created, and punished her by also beating her.
When Dawn was 6 and a half, she had managed to get out of the dump she had spent her crap childhood in and escaped to the alley ways of the city she lived in. Not being used to other human contact, other than fist to face, Dawn kept herself hidden behind a dumpster that seemed like years. Not to long after she had finally begun settling down, a homeless man appeared and tried to hurt her.
Just in time, another man appeared and shot the homeless man in the back. Moving the corpse aside, he reached a hand out towards her with a welcoming smile. First, Dawn eased further back behind the dumpster but the man started saying calm things to her and she soon held his hand as he walked her towards a black vehicle.
Once in TSR, Dawn spent most of her time in her room. This place wasn't as worse as her previous home, but it was still bad in its own way. She wasn't stupid, she could tell when she was being expiremented on, and she soon dicovered the abillity of sound manipulation.
12 years later, Dawn still sits within her single cell, avoiding attention from any of the residents, planning her one man escape.
Other: Dawn carries around a journel with her every where she goes. It is also very common for Dawn to suffer from panic attacks around strangers, causing her power to get out of control.
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I actually didn't pimp it out as much as I thought I would, so bits of it are still bad >.< Anyway, here it is =)