See Merrick

[See Merrick]

Seeniah "See" Talize Merrick
FACE CLAIM: Natasha Lyonne
(I swear to god this image will be replaced when I have access to Photoshop again, but it's just so... her.)
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AGE: 18
GENDER: Female
ORIENTATION: Pansexual
POSITION: College Student

POWER: Voice Alteration/Ventriloquy
See has the ability to both throw and alter her voice.

Her voice can be adjusted to more or less any depth or pitch, which means she can typically imitate any voice she hears if she is exposed to it enough, and she is also able to imitate sounds without enough practice (she has a few standby sounds that she uses often).

She can also throw her voice, which is to say, she projects her voice to make it sound as if it is coming from somewhere else. This can work over significant distances, but is subject to some limitations, which are below. She accomplishes this by using a solid object with which she can reflect the waves of sound. Covering her mouth won't silence her because she's able to throw her voice beyond whatever is covering it.

LIMITATIONS:
Throwing and changing her voice, while not mutually exclusive, don't go together very well. The further she throws her voice, the less she is able to alter it, and after about eight feet of distance she's not able to change the sound of her voice at all. She can project her own voice to any point that she can physically see something to deflect the sound from, but after a certain amount of distance she can no longer hear herself.

She is good at accents but such things as an accent or set of inflections don't come to her automatically when she imitates a voice. Same with sounds - she can't get it right on the first try and needs a fair amount of practice before she's able to properly imitate the sound. Even then, if she were imitating an air horn (one of her favourites), she wouldn't be able to get the volume of an air horn on her own.

Anything that goes wrong with her throat will impact her power, such as being sick or eating.

SIDE-EFFECTS:
See is never far from a pack of soothing lozenges, because even when she isn't using her power, it is very taxing on her throat. She sometimes literally can't remain silent - her power escapes her in the form of random sounds or phrases and she does not control what they are. This will happen if she spends too long without speaking (she will wake herself up almost every three hours or so at night with a random sound or phrase).


HEIGHT: 5'7
HAIR COLOR: Cherry Brown. If that's a colour.
EYE COLOR: Brown.

:: Where we lay our Seen (also known as 'Misc'. I' m a subtitle rebel)
See is not an overly tall girl, nor is she overly skinny - she's pretty average-looking, generally, except when it comes to her hair, which is more or less impossible to control. Her sense of fashion is much like every other sense she has, which is to say that it more or less doesn't exist in any structured way. She wears what she wants, when she happens to want to wear it. Sometimes that means oddly bright skirts with goth makeup, and other times it means going topless. 

The one constant is that she is never seen without eyeliner. Even she doesn't know why, but she loves the stuff. 


:: Do you See what I See? (aka 'Personality')
See lost any consideration she had for the opinions of other people rather a long while ago, and today is an unstable, off-the-hinges, brash, blunt and very uncouth crazy person, and she loves it that way. She does not think twice before doing exactly what she feels like doing, which with her voice talents, can range from happy-go-lucky to downright effed up.

She has a perfectly happy and stable family life, whenever she gets around to appreciating it, which she rarely does because she sees them as a limitation, a barrier that stands between her and whatever she wants to be doing at that moment. She has friends - ones that can see past the obnoxious exterior and actually get to know her a little, and then appreciate the fact that she just doesn't give three shits.

See likes going places she isn't supposed to go, eating ice cream (it soothes her throat), trying out new extreme sports or thrills, screaming like Darth Vader on a roller coaster, waking people up with various different types of machinery noises, fucking with her teachers, and essentially just existing in the exact moment she's in and no further.

SECRET(S): See is an open book. That's exactly her problem. And why she can be such a shitty person. Secrets just kind of aren't a thing with her - partly because it's the nature of her power to blurt things out.


FATHER: Alvin Merrick
MOTHER: Virginia Merrick
SIBLINGS: "No, See, bellybutton lint doesn't count as a sibling."
WORTHY MENTIONS: N/A - TBD

:: I See a little silhouette-o of a man (Childhood and Adolescence)
See was born Seeniah Talize Merrick in the big fat tourist destination of Dover, Delaware, which - for a "capital" city, anyway - is rather small and for an up-and-coming case of insanity like See... not all that interesting. She was born premature, but pulled through just fine and lived a relatively normal childhood right up until the onset of puberty and the discovery of her vocal talents.

But, back up.

The name 'Seeniah' came from an odd clash between her father's desire to conform and her mother's desire not to. The compromise was a made up name that wasn't so out of the ballpark as to get her made fun of at school.

See's father was a dentist working out of a small clinic in downtown Dover. He was a patient man, to a fault, but very methodical and quiet. Very much the "yes, dear" stereotype of a skinny and quiet gentleman. He liked reading and crossword puzzles, and occasionally indulging in a little Glenn Beck.

See's mother was an activist for the sake of being an activist, which meant that she was often out of Delaware trying to find things to be an activist about. One day it's gay marriage rallies in Kentucky, the next it's a pro-choice demonstration in Utah. A large inheritance from her father and a steady paycheck from her otherwise-bland husband had left the good Mrs. Merrick with a lot of cash flow to jet around doing what she did.

And, they were both quite happy. Mr. Alvin Merrick doing what he enjoyed and taking vicarious pleasure from the escapades of his wife, who would come back and tell he and their daughter the most entertaining stories.

(Adolescence starts here:) See was pretty much hooked on these escapades. She loved hearing about the more extreme things her mother would get up to. While most children would be upset that their parents were in jail, See loved it the two times her mother was put behind bars for her activism, she could barely contain her excitement. She'd brag about it at school. She got in trouble for bragging about it at school, and she got sent to the office, which only made her more excited. She was a political prisoner like Mommy. "I'm a potilical prisomer, daddy!" she said that day to her father. He laughed, because that was who he was, and said "yes, dear."

Of course, See was the type to confuse political activism and plain old mayhem, and unfortunately Virginia and Alvin Merrick weren't paying enough attention to curb that trend. In fact, when See discovered her power, it was shortly after having pulled the fire alarm at her school. She was being walked outside, and she started to parrot out the sounds of a fire alarm, and then she practiced and practiced over the ten to fifteen minutes she was standing outside with the students, and soon she had a pretty decent impression going.

She was sent home from school. She said, "Pull my finger!" and when her father did, she burst out into her fire alarm. 

Chaos ensued, temporarily. 

When the dust settled in the Merrick household, which took quite some time amid all the sounds that young See was starting to make, the conversation began surrounding just what they would do with a girl who could suddenly imitate the sounds she heard.

This turned out to be less of a problem than they had anticipated; less than two weeks passed after the fire alarm incident at school before the Bellefonte recruiters were at their door.

The departure was not easy. See idolized her mother and felt safe with her father, and with those things torn from her, it was very easy for the lines to blur. See arrived at Bellefonte at the tender age of eleven years old, feeling like a political prisoner. More than once she tried to escape the place, but it never worked. 

Unlike so many kids would, See never really accepted her fate. Where she had once enjoyed mayhem with her mother, advancing political agendas that she was too young to understand, she now sought mayhem just for the sake of mayhem itself. She somehow managed her way through high school - the girl was devilishly smart, despite all - and is now working her way through college... barely.

Boy. The place had no idea what they were getting into bringing her along, did they?

ADULTHOOD: See has really only just become an adult. College and the added weight of eighteen-year-old life are both mysteries to her and completely boring to her. She lives, as she always has, right in the moment and has little interest or patience for life's eventualities.

So, having already forgotten where the line is drawn between the good and the bad kinds of mayhem and self-expression, she rolls with her impulses like always.

See doesn't make the greatest adult yet.


SAMPLE: "So there's this guy, right?" he says. "And he's all, grr, I'mma kick your fucking ass, and I'm just standing there with my drink like, what the fuck, dude? And so, right? He comes up to me, he's this big old beefy frat guy, and I'm like come on, man. Put your dick back in your pants, nobody needs to see you waving all that testosterone around."

"No you fucking didn't. You didn't say shit," the friend laughs.

"No, I didn't say shit. I got out of there like a terrified puppy." Takes a drag off the joint they're passing around, looks at the campfire.

"Yeah, that's what I thought, cocksucker," says Friend A again, with an ugly-ass grin on his face. "You need to grow a pair, man, get a spine so you have something to bone the bitches with."

Guy snorts. "Fuck bitches."

"Fuck bitches," echoes Friend B.

Then, all of a sudden, there's a police siren, and some blue-and-red lights. Panic ensues. Guy snuffs the joint and stuffs the remainder in his pocket. Friend B frantically stomps out the fire. Friend A grabs the weed. They leave, basically kicking up dust behind them, not even there to see the lights coming around the corner.

See closed her mouth, pocketed her red-and-blue flashlights, and grinned to herself as she wandered over to the still-smouldering remains of the fire. A little coaxing brought it back to life in a hurry, and she sat down on the log. Spotted an abandoned, dropped or forgotten joint lying on the ground. Totally unsmoked. Fucking idiots. She leaned forward and lit it off the fire, and sat back to enjoy the night.

"My spot," she said to nobody.

USERNAME: Teodor!

AGE GROUP: 27.

EXPERIENCE: A few years, on and off.

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