Blaire Montoya

[Blaire Montoya]

Blaire Harper Montoya
FACE CLAIM: Camilla Luddington
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AGE: Twenty-Three
GENDER: Female
ORIENTATION: Homosexual
POSITION: College Student

POWER: Time Manipulation; Blaire has the ability to alter the passage of time, primarily through acceleration, deceleration, halting or reversing it. Shorter jumps in time do not require a set idea in mind; primarily, the power is used to take back a few minutes if she's missed something, or extend time by an hour to catch up on anything she has missed throughout her day. Any time spent in another period catches up with her the second she is unconscious if she soes not do so by choice, either by sleep or any other means.

LIMITATIONS:
Catching up on time while sleeping means the most time she can spend in another period of time is limited by the strength of her own human form. Such sleep is never the kind that can recharge in a good, deep and necessary way, meaning exhaustion is frequent if she is ever reckless. When factoring in the lengthy toll time traveling takes on the body, a full day is never the usual qualification, just a few hours at most. A longer extension - trying to go back a year to the day, for example - needs a very clear and very specific picture in mind before it can be achievable. Blindly trying to revert that far results in a catastrophic introduction to heavy vertigo as she is thrown back into her current space in time. The greatest limitation is the resolve of the human body.

Excessive years is out of the question as the strength and will of the body's nature is too weak to withstand a huge jump. Once in an earlier stream of time, observation is the only real available discourse. Any direct interaction with a specific course dating back years can force her out of a stream unaltered in an instant, like a faulty factory reset protocol.

SIDE-EFFECTS:
Disorientation is high on the usual list of issues with her ability; snapping back into the usual time frame harbours a type of jetlag akin to a usual altered time zone travel. Exhaustion. Incorrect sleeping patterns. Headaches are common. There's trouble filtering through what's a new reality and what isn't when things are potentially altered. Injuries sustained within a different point of time are hers to take the second she reverts to the present. And unfortunately, every minute spent in another time runs through her system like she lives it, providing Blaire with a much shorter life expectancy. The more she uses it, the less real time she has.



When I was a child, I was... Rough. My parents always say I was manic. Like... Constantly being affected by a personal brand of mania that always kept the energy high. Fast in life and living, but slow to piece everything together, like my mind worked too quickly and at too high a frenzy to pick up on the most obvious things. I didn't like being alone because I never liked feeling lonely, and I always did whenever I was on my own.

I liked attention. If I didn't have it, I screamed for it. I would go so far out of my way to make sure I was noticed, because I never wanted to be left behind. But I had no reason to feel like I might be left behind. They waited for me to grow out of this phase; like time would be the thing to fix it. Like time could snap terrible two's, but then it came about twice-fold, and then I was still like that the way through to early schooling. I was a lot to handle. It's a small house - the one we have in Carterton, back in the UK - I can see why they waited so long before having another child.

Early schooling was supposed to nullify the restless nature I apparently harboured. Giving something to do and something to focus on was intent to make life easier for everyone involved. Everyone was surprised to see how well it worked; how far I fell into learning everything available in the shortest amount of time. I paid attention, and I stopped missing it when it wasn't so focused on me. I learned more than just the basics in that kind of environment. I got to understand how to home attentive behaviour into something constructive. I was smart, they said, once I learned how to apply myself.

Time made so much more sense when I was twelve. Wasting time became an actual reality. Sleeping for hours only ever felt like minutes, like catching up on everything missed in a single day. I didn't even know what I was missing until happened that very first time. And even then, it wasn't until a woman showed up at my door two days later and whisked me away to St. Bethany that I knew I was any different. Time changes everything, often in an instant. They're the most memorable. Every other kind of change drags over months or years, and you drop recognising the stories of the little you who carried such mania. Steps like these are a fresh start, and I had all the time in the world to decide who I wanted to be.

I found no trouble in high school. I remember taking the time I needed to ensure every assignment was handed in on time. Every test completed well before time was up. People used to call it cheating, but had I not used the advantages given, it would have been such a waste. What could be the harm in it, I wondered, if everyone else uses their abilities for personal gain too? Why waste such grace to seem graceful? It never made sense. I never listened, I never cared, and I was happier for it. There were other things to spend free time on.

When I was younger, I thought I understood love. I thought I found it. She was undeniably beautiful, and she always - always - sat just a little too close. When she would brush against me on accident, I would lose the air in my lungs on impulse. It was almost unfair, how she smiled, and how convinced I was that it was always for me.

She had to love me. I thought; what other reason could there be for it? She had to look at me and decide I was worth every risk. The first time she risked curfew to sneak into my dormitory carried the greatest rush.

I remember it. I lived it countlessly, though that wasn't by choice in this instance. Learning to manipulate the passage of time calls for its own discrepancies, and control was something only achieved on the cusp of graduation. I was desperate to have such a grasp that I soared through all available schooling. I had friends. And I had love, up until it ended as most high school relationships do; with the end of a time at high school.

During my final year and desperate for a change of pace, I went on exchange to the American school. It was an opportunity only a fool would turn their back on, and any kind of long distance interest didn't suit, no matter the level of affection. A year in a foreign country called for an extraordinary amount of learning; I was never one to know how to sit still for long, and the jump only cemented that interest.

Then, I watched at those I met threw themselves into college right after graduation. I wished I had the energy and the drive to follow such an obvious, aids path. I think part of me had always wanted to want stability. But I couldn't. I went back - to Carterton, first - before I decided that ambition was something to try and find. I traveled for as much time as I could before I wondered what was supposed to be next.

Twenty-three years is a lot of time, even more when you live so much excess because of an obvious ability. The only feasible way to get back to America was through college studying, so a general degree seems only fitting. English. Journalism. Creativity. It's not as if anyone can make a living from writing, but it's a passion easily pursued with decent grades.

I envy those the same age or younger who have their fortunes and lives panned out. Fortunate are those with a family dynasty to follow suit. I suppose if nothing else, this city's a walking explanation of how passions and dreams fall to the wayside when easy security is offered.


SAMPLE: See Lucy Serrano

USERNAME: Eddie

AGE GROUP: Twenty-Four

EXPERIENCE: Oh, a while

WHERE DID YOU FIND US? Stalked Mel all the way to the alter board

[Mel *]

You know what to do, babe. <3