Vesper Bae

[Vesper Bae]

NAME: Vesper Bae
NICKNAME: Bae
AGE: Thirty-five
GENDER: Female
ORIENTATION: Demisexual
POSITION: Counsellor
FACE CLAIM: Sandra Oh

POWER: Memory Manipulation: Vesper can manipulate memories. This ability has several different mediums, viewing them being the first. Once she has an understanding of the memory in question, she has the ability to use certain tools to edit these standing memories. Modifying, suppressing, influencing, restoring, erasing and even fabricating new memories. Having a clear mental state is key for her ability; distractions allow her to lose focus and a memory can slip from her mentality before she has a chance to do anything with it.

Limitations
Vesper can see recent memories people think of through a short proximity (15 feet) of if she has eye contact. The individual must either be thinking of a specific memory or have something prominent happen to them for her to pick up on it. But for any memory altering, or memories dating back past the last week, she must have direct contact.

Certain aspects take more time than others. Modifying minor details like the colour of a shirt or specific words said is easier than injecting a completely new person into a memory. Suppressing memories is much easier if the individual wills them to be nullified or taken out. Traumatic experiences are burned into the psyche, but that willingness acts like a blade to the glue that keeps it in place. Most experiences are temporary; a parameter that falls into the same allocation - if a person is willing to lose the discourse of a memory, it takes longer to catch them again. Their overarching willingness to dissipate a memory completely means it will work.

Edits to a memory can last from a few hours to over a day, depending on the depth of the edit and the age of the memory. The older the memory, the harder it is to access, and as such the more difficult it becomes to manipulate in any way. These edits are very short term. Fresher instances can last for days - longer adjacent to the effected's willingness.

Side-Effects
Vesper suffers from the usual mentality related side effects; she has great headaches. She often loses track of time, and sometimes even her own literal placement in the right world. The after effects of a person's emotional state when viewing a memory can cling to her for a short period of time. She also suffers from significant episodes of vertigo.

Furthermore, Vesper has the unfortunate knowledge that the more she uses her ability, the less of herself she gets to keep. In time, the power takes its toll, and the line between other's memories and her own blurs. As she ages, too, she loses little moments in time. Primarily, the short term memory is effected in allotted bursts; she'll forget where she left something, or what she wore yesterday, or a conversation she had last week. She also carries no memories from the first eight years of her life; a progression which is slowly bound to add years to its loss.

THE NAME
NO, IT'S NOT FAKE
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There's a really easy place to start. People always ask about it.
It's the first thing you're asked.
It's always at the top of the page. It's the first thing you fill in.
"Vesper"
No idea where it came from. I don't even think they know.
I think they thought it sounded nice.
"Bae"
It's not a joke. It's not unrealistic.
It's Korean.

THE FAMILY
A LOT OF LOVE, YOU MIGHT SAY
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Being an only child? It's... Nothing.
I don't know anything else. So I have nothing to really say about it.
I don't even really know it in the first place. Childhood, I mean.
I have parents who love me.
Parents who devoted time to everything I am.
To everything I've become.
They worked hard.
They were practically perfect when I was growing up.

THE SCHOOLING
A SERIES OF GRADES ISN'T REALLY SO IMPORTANT
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People always talk about grades.
Like it matters. Forever.
Straight A's since preschool, but what does that even mean?
Perfect marks for over twelve years? Sure.
No distractions? Maybe. No detentions?
Not necessarily.
School is work, but it's also about survival. So it's about fun, too.
So sometimes, it's about detention.
Straight A's and stress relieving detention.
Because it's about trouble.
As trouble is - or was - fun.
I got straight A's since preschool. So?
I got in trouble, too.

THE POWER
IT'S NOT WHAT I EXPECTED
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I don't remember much of it, honestly.
I know that sounds strange, but it has to be believable.
I don't remember the memories, and I can't.
But there was a moment... I think.
Somewhere. At some time.
Where I was someone else in some other time.
A single father, I think it was. Frustrated with his daughter.
From fourteen to forty-four in a crowded mall in less than a second.
When I came to, I was reeling.
Screaming at a girl called Heather, who didn't exist.
Who I wished would just stop screaming.
Three - or maybe four? - days later, there's a woman at the door.
She was explaining this thing I didn't understand.
Like it made sense. Like it was the easiest thing in the world to understand.
Like it was... Normal. Like I was normal.

THE COLLEGE
WHEN YOUR TIME IS TOO DIVIDED TO LOSE FOCUS
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I was very focused on studies by the time I realised I should be.
Working hard to keep a straighter mind; it was important.
Because here's where it stops being a game.
It becomes more about walking out with straight A's.
Keeping them. They're not so easy to keep.
Education is a broad field full of a wide variety of people.
But I maintain the fact;
There was no one like me.
No one so driven. No one so focused.
Except for her.

THE JOB
TALKING TO PEOPLE IS SOMETHING TO BE PASSIONATE ABOUT
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Taking a job at Bellefonte was an easy choice.
Staying in Kalispell was an easy choice, too.
There's something about life where you recognise it.
There's something about that safety.
And then there's something about being there. There's something special about that.
It's more than just a job.
It's not something you can ever really walk away from.
Being there for people, I decided, was where my mind fit most.
It was what I understood well. Well enough to handle it.
Well enough to talk myself through it.
To talk others through it.
Humanity. We're talking about humanity.
Their complexities. Their interests. Their issues.
Wants. Needs. Heartaches and heartbreaks.
Mental anguish and painstakingly intricate elations.
We've been talking about this - humanity - for eight years.

THE LOOK
THERE'S NOTHING THAT GREAT ABOUT IT
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The breakdown?
Five foot six.
A hundred and seventeen pounds.
Canadian, originally. American now.
The hair? Naturally this curly, I swear.
Dark as the eyes, too.
Who has time to put much effort into hair?
Pants are better for work; I prefer them.
Perfectly pressed shirts with perfectly aligned buttons.
It's practical. Dresses are better left in the closet.
Until you, y'know, need them.

THE INTERESTS
THERE'S NOT A WHOLE LOT GOING ON
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Hobbies? I... Like. Books.
I like to read. Actually, love to read.
Love the library. Love the quiet, honesty.
I jog, but that doesn't mean I like it.
I like to drink.
Drinking. Does that count as a hobby?
Coffee. In the mornings. Always.
Maybe that's more of a habit...
I don't like eating breakfast in the mornings.
I usually forget to. Or I just don't have time.
I'm a mess. That's not a hobby either.
Unless being messy is a hobby.
Or an... Interest..?


THE RELATIONSHIP
WHO EVER SAID IT MEANT I WAS ALONE?
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Am I married? No. Engaged? No. In a relationship?
No.
But I'm not alone.
At a certain point, everyone says you can be too old to have a roommate.
But I need her. She's my friend.
She's my best friend.
I love her in my own way.
If I loved her loved her, don't you think I'd know it?
That's a pretty significant thing to miss.

THE LOSS
I DON'T HAVE A PROBLEM TALKING IT ALL THROUGH
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It isn't a major loss. Not yet. When it is, we'll say it is.
But right now, it isn't.
It's... An impending loss. Sometimes things are... Unclear.
Like my mind is just a little too full.
Like new information will just... Dissipate of its own accord.
Without warning.
Without fail.
Sometimes, I lose things.
A shirt's not where I folded it. Keys aren't where I put them.
It's not something to worry about.
I'm not worried.
I'm...
I'm not.

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