Post by Tammy Dawson on Feb 12, 2010 3:14:14 GMT -6
Tammy Dawson
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Name: Tammy Dawson
Age/Age Appearance: 27
Species: Human
Gender: Female
Sexuality: Straight
Side You Fight For: She's not quite sure, but she would probably say the angels, being she is human and all.
Height: 5'6''
Weight: 145lbs
Physical Description (Human): Tammy is a full figured woman. She is not fat. Well, maybe by today's standards in America, but who isn't? She just happens to have an actual body, like women ought to. Her hair is long with loose curls that fall past her shoulders. She also happens to be a natural blonde, but she often dyes it a dark brown that sometimes can look black, though she tries to not look so "goth". She also happens to have pale skin that never seems to tan. In fact, she just turns red. Tammy's eyes are a sort of muted blue that seem almost colourless or like a transparent grey. They used to be a vibrant colour, but something happened in her past, and she hasn't been the same since.
When it comes to attire, Tammy is a simple jeans and a t-shirt kind of gal although she must dress professionally for her job so sometimes she is seen in suits or a nice slacks and a button-up combo. When at work, her hair is nearly always worn up, which is quite the hassle since her hair tends to be one giant frizzball. When she doesn't have to keep it super nice for extended hours, she usually just puts in enough mousse and defrizzer to get it to stay still.
Playby: Eva Green
Likes
• Raphael
• Heavy metal
• Honey nut Cheerios
• Sensitive men
Dislikes
• The colour red
• Her ability to "see"
• Shopping
• Mind games
Habits
• Smoking
• Nibbling on nibbles
• Tapping to the beat of nearly any song, whether it is playing aloud or in her head
• Bites her lip
Secrets
• She received her "sight" from conjuring the demon, Berith
• Can see the forms of demons and angels, or something that lets them now what they are.
Personailty: Tammy strives to be normal, or at least appear to be. She has gone from the dark hair and dark clothes to a more "normal" colour and brighter colours in her wardrobe now. However, since she has her "sight" she is unable to really be normal which affects her view on the world and its people. She has an open mind that nearly anything is possible and is much more careful dealing with the unknown. She also tries not to judge people at first since she has learned not all demons are really bad (though she never trusts them) and a fallen angel still looks like an angel. The same concept can apply to humans, no?
She also feels a need to help those going through emotional crises, especially young people going through a rebellion since she went through that. Also, she helps other Pagans through her friend, Amanda. The reason she goes through Amanda is because she feels that she should help, but she still has the strive to be normal.
Mother: Susan Dawnson; 62
Father: Jim Dawnson; 61
Siblings: None
History:
Tammy grew up with a fairly normal life. She didn't live in the high scale part of New York, but she wasn't stuck in the ghetto either. Then, she reached her teen years and her years of rebellion. She went out drinking and started smoking, along with a few drugs here and there. She also got into her "goth" stage where she wore all black and dyed her hair black. She had quite a few piercings as well and to become more "goth" and dark, she decided to get into Satanism.
It started out fairly innocent. She and her friend, Amanda, tried spells to get money and other silly little things of that nature until Amanda started bringing forth books that dealt with the paranormal: vampires, demons, and whatnot. Of course, a lot of it was still highly skeptical and they doubted most of it. They read more on it, learning that demons could give a human conjurer powers that they desired so they decided to try it. What was the harm really?
So they drew the summoning circle and the magic triangle inside of that, and Tammy stepped inside. She took a silver ring and placed it on the middle finger of her left hand. Then, she brought it up to her face and quoted the words they had found. Nothing happened. She gave a small shrug and was about to walk off when she heard a subtle "Good evening," behind her. Tammy turned around to see a man before her with yellow eyes and red skin wearing a German military uniform. "You called me?" he inquired.
Tammy stared agape, not believing what she was seeing. This couldn't have really honestly worked, and she glanced back at Amanda. "I am very much real," the demon said. "Now, what can I help you with?" With her being a young, stupid, teenager you would have thought she would ask for some stupid thing, but with this unbelievable thing happening, her head whirled with thoughts about what else was out there. From now on, she wanted to know the truth about the paranormal. The demon gave a small smile, uttered a "Very well," and then disappeared.
Ever since then, she has been able to see bits and pieces that lets her know whether she is looking at a demon or an angel. At first, it was a frightening thing, and she thought she was going mad. At first, she thought she was seeing demons everywhere, and she was being punished for meddling in affairs she shouldn't have. It was during that affair that her once brilliant blue eyes turned muted and almost colourless. Then, she ran into her demon again. She screamed things revolving around the thought of "What did you do to me?" He gave a small smile and answered, "What you asked for. I let you see the truth." More words were exchanged, and the demon decided to stay around for a bit until she was able to decipher what she was seeing exactly. It turns out she had seen some angels but mistaken them for demons.
It was also during her visions that she decided to become normal. She didn't want anything to do with demons anymore. But she was chatting with that red one, wasn't she? Well, she did learn he could have done much worse, and she needed some help, and where else was she to turn? So Berith, the demon, stayed around longer and became more infatuated with her. Through the years, she learned more about the angels and demons, and her power became more controlled so that she only saw small parts like wings or eyes. She could see more if she tried, but she hardly every wanted to. Honestly, she just wanted to be normal again, but Berith told her she was stuck with her visions for life.
Later on, she ended up meeting Raphael. He was mostly human in her eyes, but his wings had a few eyes on them and there was a faint glow around him. Berith wanted nothing to do with him, but Tammy was interested. She had never gotten to talk to an angel before. So talk to him she did, but god was she nervous. Eventually, they got on well enough and became friends. In fact, Tammy ended up liking Raphael more than just a friend. "You know, if he ever falls for you, he'll fall," Berith said after finding out about about her feelings for him so now she has to keep her feelings inside for fear of getting him to fall.
Roleplay example:Dawson let out a huffed sigh as she hurried away from the nice, common suburban home. Her feels created a soft clack on the sidewalk as she shuffled her papers back into the folder. The day had not gone as she would have liked; she didn't sell a single house, which meant less money. She nibbled on her bottom lip in frustration and placed the papers in the car. Then, she heard the vehicle of the customers start up and drive off. If only she could drive off and leave unwanted things behind, but that wasn't possible.
Tammy then eased into the driver's seat, taking off her heels before fully getting in. She grabbed her flip flops from the other side of the car and slipped them on. After that, she made sure to open the glove compartment and grabbed her pack of Camel full flavours. The flame went up on her lighter and the cherry on her cigarette glowed red. The real estate agent inhaled deeply, closing her eyes as she relaxed in her smoky facade. Ah, sweet nicotine could release any addict's stress.
She took a few more drags before settling into the car and starting it up. She then cracked the window so her dirty little habit didn't smoke up the car too badly and started home with her thoughts. Well, at least she wasn't being pestered by a certain demon...
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