CLASSIFICATION
Gleam
POWER
Memory Manipulation
AGE
20
Civilian
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Sept 28, 2020 19:58:19 GMT
Post by Tanya Dawson on Sept 28, 2020 19:58:19 GMT
Shrugging, Tanya accepts that it's only fair that she share more of her life with Quinton, after all, he has shared most of his life with her, however unwilling and inadvertently. "I've been here for a little over two years. So I got my powers like a year and a half ago I guess."Her voice is soft. Not whispering, such that it might attract attention, but quiet enough that it would be obvious were someone attempting to listen in. Tanya is leaning forward in her chair, both hands wrapped around the elaborate iced latte she'd ordered. To anyone watching the two of them they would just like two friends engaged in a drink, or, and she tries not to think of this one, like two students on a first date. Her eyes flicker to the dog at his feet, sensing her gaze, the dog's snout turns towards her, and her tail wags fiercely as Tanya stretches out one hand to scratch her behind the ears. The dog is adorable, but also serves as a useful distraction from the difficult conversation, at least for a moment. She glances up from the dog as he questions her ability once more, she wishes, not for the first time, that her power was simpler in it's nature. Something like super-strength would surely have made life much easier. "I think so? I don't really know... Like I seem to have everyone's memories that I've touched, or at least some of them. Just when they're fresh they sort of hover at the front, like they want me to look through them."She pulls her hand back from the dog, who looks reproachfully for a moment, before turning her eager attention back to her master. "After a while I can sort of ignore them, but it doesn't seem hard to call them back up. I've not tried getting rid of any of them though, I'm too afraid I might, like, delete my own memories or something.""Enough about me though. Why be a workman? Wouldn't you have preferred to find work on a farm?"Tag: Quinton Summers |
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CLASSIFICATION
Gleam
POWER
Memory Manipulation
AGE
20
Civilian
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Sept 24, 2020 19:29:04 GMT
Post by Tanya Dawson on Sept 24, 2020 19:29:04 GMT
Tanya scratches her head, feeling awkward. "I don't get everything from people, not with a quick touch, I guess if I held on longer, or if I actually knew what I was doing, I could pick up more. I got a few memories of dogs, but all from what I guess where when you were on the farm? Didn't quite pick enough up to get the dog."She pauses, blushes, then continues. "Or lets just pretend I wanted an excuse for you to introduce your dog to me and act like I didn't massively invade your privacy."His long, to her, silence, leaves her worrying that she's freaked him out with her proposal of a drink. He's the only metahuman she's really met other than her sisters and Gravity Girl, and none of them really count. It doesn't help the situation that she finds him cute and right now probably knows enough about him to pass for his girlfriend. It's a very confusing position to be in. "Maybe coffee?"Alcohol is probably not the best idea since she's already feeling this confused about things, and at least coffee can go either way if she manages to get her head in order this evening. Plus the coffeeshop on campus is much more likely to welcome dogs than the bars. "Well this can be our normal thing together then, like everything I've done for the last two years feels like I'm playing a role, and not in a fun way either."She sets off, leading the way instinctively, to the indie coffee shop. There is a Starbucks on campus as well, but she's always preferred the little independent shop that employs students, as if the eclectic thrift store vibe of her outfit didn't give that away. The coffee shop in question, when they arrive, is in the bottom corner of one of the larger campus buildings, occupying a few hundred square feet of the ground floor of the building. It isn't overly busy, but it's clear that the more academically minded students keep it in business from the multitude of laptops and piles of textbooks that can be seen on tables and beside armchairs. She turns to Quinton before they enter. "If anyone asks, you're with me, people get, like, weirdly territorial over this place."True to her words, several of the customers look up hostilely as they enter, their expressions softening once they recognise Tanya, though still lingering on the newcomer. Tanya orders an iced honey double latte, and is halfway through ordering Quinton's preferred coffee before she realises what she is doing. Her face colours, but she continues, it would be too weird to stop now. She carries both coffees to a table in the corner, away from most of the other customers and strangely isolated from the sound of the coffeeshop. Putting Quinton's 'order' on the table, she apologises. "Sorry... Sometimes it's difficult to like, tell the difference between my memories and other peoples. Especially when they're fresh. I hope that's still what you like."Tag: Quinton Summers |
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CLASSIFICATION
Gleam
POWER
Memory Manipulation
AGE
20
Civilian
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Sept 20, 2020 18:22:10 GMT
Post by Tanya Dawson on Sept 20, 2020 18:22:10 GMT
The sound of a dogs bark startles Tanya from her self-pitying reverie. She looks up to find the dog in question, and is surprised to find that the dog is attached to a leash held by Quinton, the very person she was here to see, and the very person she thought she had missed. When had he had time to collect his dog? She stops that line of thought as soon as it begins, during the nearly three-quarters of an hour in which she should have already been there probably. Jumping up, she realises how fast she has reacted to his arrival and schools her excited expression into a more neutral one. She adds a little contrition to make up for things. "I am, like, so sorry that I was late, my lecture ran over, and then people kept asking questions and things just dragged on. Then I had to…."Tanya halts her rushed response part way through, and her face colours. "Sorry I'm late. I'm glad you waited for me…"Her gaze switches to the dog. "But who is this gorgeous girl?"Strangely her ability had not picked up any recent memory of a dog, plenty of dogs on the farm, but nothing more recently. She approaches and kneels down carefully, holding out her hands to allow the animal to sniff them. Once she has apparently received the dogs approval she scratches her under her chin. "You didn't tell me you had a dog." Her tone is reproachful, albeit playfully so. Strangely her ability has never seemed to extend to animals, perhaps they cannot form complex memories in the way humans can, or maybe it's something to do with the way their mind operates. She doesn't even get a faint echo of memory, just total silence. She's wished, more than once, that she could keep some sort of pet in her dorm as a result. Eventually relinquishing her interest in the dog, though clearly keeping half an eye on her, she stands. "So… did you want a coffee or a drink or something?"Tag: Quinton Summers |
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CLASSIFICATION
Gleam
POWER
Memory Manipulation
AGE
20
Civilian
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Sept 20, 2020 9:24:11 GMT
Post by Tanya Dawson on Sept 20, 2020 9:24:11 GMT
The lecture ran over. Not only did the Professor in question have a particular fondness for the sound of his own voice, but the topic that he was covering had been one of particular complexity. Nearly half an hour later than scheduled he ended the class, once he had answered everyone's questions and given his own particular summary of the lecture. Tanya has already stopped listening. She'll come to regret it, but right now she's wondering whether Quinton is still waiting for her. She's so wrapped up in her own thoughts in fact, that it takes her a second to realise that everyone around her is packing away their laptops and notebooks. She hurriedly shoves her own notebook into her bag, she still uses it, even if she no longer requires notes to recall information, and leaps up, surprising several students in her haste to leave the lecture theatre. It's fortunate that she spends most mornings in the gym, as she runs across what feels like half of the campus. Even so, she's breathing hard when the tops of the scaffolding come into view and she slows to a brisk walk to get her breath back. Sweaty and panting when showing up, not a hot look... Tucking a stray strand of hair behind one ear, she adjusts the satchel hanging across her body and looks about. Her expression drops. Quinton isn't there. Maybe he gave up and left after she was more than half an hour late. She sighs, and sits despondently on the concrete bench in front of the site, back to the scaffolding and looking back out towards the campus. Tag: Quinton Summers |
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CLASSIFICATION
Gleam
POWER
Memory Manipulation
AGE
20
Civilian
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Sept 12, 2020 9:15:15 GMT
Post by Tanya Dawson on Sept 12, 2020 9:15:15 GMT
"Yeah... Loads..."Tanya has a late start today, but that doesn't mean she's getting an easy ride. After that late start she's pretty much booked solid for the rest of the day, with only half an hour for lunch and the bare minimum of time to rush across campus for each lecture. She's beginning to wish she hadn't missed the waffles this morning. "I just get a bit more time in the morning, then I'm pretty busy."She runs through her lectures and tutorials mentally, coming down to her last one with a little disappointment. It seemed odd, considering that she hardly knew this guy, but he is the first metahuman she's really known other than her sisters. It doesn't hurt that he's cute too. "I... don't finish till like five-thirty..."She sighs, and her shoulders drop a little. He'd have to hang around for half an hour waiting for her, although looking at him, and judging by the memories she's processed, he seems the patient type. She tries to make her question as innocent sounding as possible. "Will you still be around then?"Tag: Quinton Summers
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CLASSIFICATION
Gleam
POWER
Memory Manipulation
AGE
20
Civilian
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Sept 3, 2020 19:23:45 GMT
Post by Tanya Dawson on Sept 3, 2020 19:23:45 GMT
"It doesn't mean people will treat you like that."It is unfortunate, but true. Tanya is mixed race, so she has grown up not really fitting in anywhere other than her family, and they have their own share of problems. More than is fair perhaps. She knew how much people could hate what they perceive as different for no reason other than it wasn't the same. Metahumans have also given rise to another ugly human emotion, jealousy. For all that some people seem OK with many of the rich and powerful being born into their wealth, they seem unaccountably obsessed with the fact that metahumans hadn't worked for their abilities. It is this that worries Tanya the most. That someone might think she hadn't worked for what she had just because of her newfound powers. "People are jealous, I guess. Why did we get these powers and not them... That kind of thing."She glances over at the line of men that is growing steadily shorter. Only a few more moments before Quinton would be late. Despite the fact that she had been attempting to threaten him earlier, Tanya suddenly feels uncharacteristically shy. He's the first meta she's met on campus, too afraid to take the risk and ask someone, and she doesn't want to let that go just yet. That and she needs to keep an eye on him for at least a little while to make sure she can actually trust him. Sure, that's why she's asking "What time do you finish?"Tag: Quinton Summers
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CLASSIFICATION
Gleam
POWER
Memory Manipulation
AGE
20
Civilian
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Sept 1, 2020 19:16:20 GMT
Post by Tanya Dawson on Sept 1, 2020 19:16:20 GMT
"Yeah?"Tanya seems less wistful than Quinton as she thinks about her own childhood. She didn't absorb all of Quinton's memories, but enough to catch brief flashes of his childhood. It seems much more serene and less conflicted than her own childhood. Nodding in agreement with his comment, she pulls a face. "It's not too bad in San Francisco really, probably the benefit of being, like, Paladin's home city, people love her here."It was true, Americans all over loved the blue-haired Hero, but none more so than the denizens of San Francisco and California. That didn't mean everyone liked metas though. Liking a Hero was a very different thing to liking the guy down the street that could vapourise your dog. She knew what people could be like, jealous, resentful. There would be someone who questioned whether it was fair that she could take the same exams as everyone else when she had perfect recall. They were approaching the small gymnasium now, and she can see several men moving around in hard hats and high-vis vests. Scaffolding is already in the process of being erected, but it's clear that the shift is just now at it's beginning. A heavy man is stood at what looks like the entrance to the site, checking off names as men enter and making sure everyone has the proper equipment. Tanya slows to a halt as they come within a few feet of Quinton's destination. It's fairly obvious that she doesn't belong in this sort of an environment, but they have at least a few more minutes before the man checking names will actually require Quinton. "Is this kind of work not a bit risky for you then? Seems like the kind of thing that will definitely end up hurting you, like, at some point."Tag: Quinton Summers
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Gleam
POWER
Memory Manipulation
AGE
20
Civilian
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Aug 31, 2020 10:18:23 GMT
Post by Tanya Dawson on Aug 31, 2020 10:18:23 GMT
"Genetic? Maybe... Who knows? I'm not taking the risk to find out until I've graduated, I don't want them to find some sort of excuse to kick me out or cut off my scholarship just cause I'm a meta, it's not like I had these powers when... Well the Event happened."That moment is strangely clear in her mind, she can remember exactly where she was and what she was doing when the great clouds mushroomed over the city. She imagines most people can, but probably not with quite the same clarity that her enhanced memory seems to grant her. They come out of the other side of the alleyway, and after a few more steps, back into the warming sunshine. Tanya shivers unconsciously as the sun hits her bare arms. It had been unpleasantly cold and clammy between the buildings, and she hadn't realised how much until she was back out in the California sun. She stretches her arms out a little, giving the impression of a cat, before responding to Quinton's next question. "Bored? No... You've had a pretty interesting life... At least after the Event farm boy."Realising that she now sounds like a stalker, she sticks her tongue out to attempt to dispel the awkwardness she suddenly feels. She's pretty sure she had social skills before her ability, but once those memories settle into place it can become very hard to parse what she is actually supposed to know and what she has stolen from others. "Sorry. I guess I could train somehow, but I'd need someone to practice on. Only my sister's know, and..." Shrugging, Tanya trails off, the look on her face making it clear that there are some unresolved issues there. "I guess yours just kind of happens? Must be handy?"Tag: Quinton Summers
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CLASSIFICATION
Gleam
POWER
Memory Manipulation
AGE
20
Civilian
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Post by Tanya Dawson on Aug 28, 2020 9:56:46 GMT
Tanya shrugs, "My sister's are both metas, and I did meet Gravity Girl once."That had been a strange encounter. Gravity Girl was a professional Hero. She was fairly well-known, though certainly had her most dedicated following amongst early teenage girls. The media portrayed her well, but she had come across as something of an airhead to Tanya, fitting the image of blonde bimbo she seemed determined to portray. On the other hand she also seemed to possess extraordinarily potent abilities. Tanya had quite literally seen bullets get squashed flat when they hit her, then watched the petite girl go through men like an actual wrecking ball. Her powers seemed almost pedestrian by comparison. Then the question about her power comes up. She knows in the case of her sisters many people find their ability to peer inside people's heads unnerving, and she's resigned to that when people eventually find out she's a meta. She plans on keeping it a secret as long as possible, but she's not so naïve as to think that will be possible for ever. "Or something..."She hesitates. He seems like a decent enough guy, and right now she has no one other than her sister's she can talk abilities with. That relationship is already strained. "I can't actually read your thoughts or anything like that, at least not really, I can read your memories."Waving a hand airily, she continues to explain as best she can. "So, like, when I touched your hand earlier, I accidentally absorbed a load of your memories, which is why I knew you were a meta even though you weren't thinking about it. I guess."It's awkward, because she has so little actual experience with her own abilities that she's really not sure about the extent of them. "My sisters think that I might be able to change them as well, but I haven't really tried that one. Seems kinda risky, messing around in someone's head."Chuckling faintly, she glances sidelong at Quinton, "Still, at least you don't have to deal with reliving someone else's sex fantasy every time you make skin contact."She lets him stew with that thought for a moment before dismissing it. "I didn't get any of yours though. It seems, like, pretty random what I pick up right now."Tag: Quinton Summers |
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CLASSIFICATION
Gleam
POWER
Memory Manipulation
AGE
20
Civilian
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Aug 25, 2020 17:03:29 GMT
Post by Tanya Dawson on Aug 25, 2020 17:03:29 GMT
She opens her mouth to threaten him. Then realises it's pointless. She doesn't feel any hostility from him, she may not have her sister's abilities, but she's not stupid. Besides, the ease with which he had pushed her hand down showed her that if he really wanted to hurt her then he probably would have done so already.
The wind is out of her sails now, and Tanya isn't sure what to do now, she hadn't planned much further than maybe threatening to melt his brain. In truth she's not even sure if she can do that, despite over a year of it, much of her ability is still a mystery to her.
"I'm sorry..."
She shakes her head, feeling like an idiot. "I really thought you'd realised when I... When I used my power on you."
She shrugs, if she hadn't reacted then maybe he wouldn't have known at all. Then they wouldn't be having this conversation. Her sister's are relatively open about their powers, as open as they can be, they don't have the worries about consequences that she is plagued with. "I'm sorry... By the way... It was an accident, like, I didn't mean to use it."
She returns the look up and down, she hadn't paid much attention to him before, but it's clear that he has, as he says, been searching. The boots are probably the most expensive thing he's wearing, heavy duty, the kind people only wear when it's required.
He's older than her, twenty-six, and good looking in a melancholy sort of way. She glances down the alleyway, out of the cool, damp shade of the narrow corridor people are passing in the sun. Nobody even glances in their direction, too much in a rush on their way to classes, tutorials, or just breakfast. There are definitely no waffles left now.
"I guess I should really show you where you're going huh?"
She starts walking down the alleyway again, it really is a shortcut, though it probably wouldn't have saved that much time anyway.
"So..." She shifts awkwardly as she walks, aware of the fact that she's invaded his brain, however accidental it may have been. "You heal and shit?"
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CLASSIFICATION
Gleam
POWER
Memory Manipulation
AGE
20
Civilian
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Aug 23, 2020 15:15:52 GMT
Post by Tanya Dawson on Aug 23, 2020 15:15:52 GMT
It is an odd experience absorbing memories. Tanya had avoided experimenting with her abilities, too afraid of discovery. Perhaps there is some way that she can absorb memories and avoid the sudden and intense loss of identity. Whether or not she absorbs memories seems to be completely random at the moment, she should learn some way to control it, at least to help her hide it. She smiles awkwardly at Quinton, "It's the other end of Campus, but it's really not that far to walk, so shouldn't take me long to get you there Quinton."She immediately looks ahead as she says the name he hasn't told her. Sometimes the memories do this, automatically join the dots without her having to inspect them inside her head proper. She knows that when she looks at him his name is Quinton Summers. She knows that he is from Oklahoma and she knows that he is a metahuman. She's managed to acquire this information without going through the process of actually learning it, and it's a disquieting experience for a person like her. They've only been walking for a couple of minutes when she spots an opportunity. At the point where two buildings almost touch there is an alleyway of sorts, shaded from the sun. Without hesitation Tanya turns into the alleyway, throwing an explanation over her shoulder. "This cuts like five minutes off the route, otherwise you have to walk like all the way round."When they're far enough down the alleyway that they're mostly out of sight, she turns and pushes Quinton back against the wall. It's not particularly aggressive, but her face makes it clear that she's serious. "If you tell anyone I'm a meta then your secret is out too!"One hand in the centre of his chest, she can tell that if he really wants to fight back there's probably not a lot she can do physically. She's fit, but he's much taller than her, and it's clear that he's some sort of physical labourer. Quinton is obviously a lot stronger than her, and if his power is what he thinks it is, then he should have no problem overpowering her. Will it heal his brain though? Tag: Quinton Summers |
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CLASSIFICATION
Gleam
POWER
Memory Manipulation
AGE
20
Civilian
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Aug 21, 2020 19:57:16 GMT
Post by Tanya Dawson on Aug 21, 2020 19:57:16 GMT
Tanya hesitates, clearly he's not here to try and get her to join his society or anything like that. Her question had simply been a way of trying to deflect what she was sure was coming. Her smile loses it's hesitation and becomes more confident as she notices his blush however. Cute. She fights the urge to laugh as he explains where he's trying to go, though a hint of that amusement is shown on her face. Oh boy. "You aren't anywhere near it, it's like, at the opposite end of the campus."Instinctively she reaches out to indicate the spot where they are stood, the central quad, which contrary to it's name, is towards the bottom of the map. The map is small, and she isn't thinking, which is why her fingers brush against his hand. It seems trite to say, but the contact was electric. Tanya is still growing accustomed to her abilities, and has developed none of the ease that her sister's seem to already have mastered. She stiffens almost imperceptibly, hesitating just a moment too long as the memories rush through her brain and her mind's eye is flooded with unfamiliar visions, now familiar. One disadvantage of suddenly absorbing most of a person's memories is that one has to relive them, Tanya has never experienced serious injury, but her mind is momentarily flooded with the memory of impact, breaking bone and agonising pain. Then, nothing, the bones knitting before her-his eyes, the blood flow staunched. She remembers the pain, even though it didn't happen to her. It's impossible that Quinton hasn't noticed her reaction. She knows his name now, her power automatically providing that piece of information when she looks at his face again. Her jaw works for a moment, clenching and unclenching in indecision. He must realise now that something unnatural has happened. Metahumans are still ultimately humans, so technically they can't be discriminated against, but equally there is no law or amendment that protects them. Already several high profile cases are proceeding involving professional sport's players that woke up one morning with super strength or inhuman reflexes. If the University finds out that she is a meta, or worse, exactly what her ability is, she could face anything from heavy exam scrutiny, to losing her scholarship, to worse. Tanya can't afford to sue if something like that happens. She takes the map from his hands on the pretence of getting a closer look, then simply folds it up, speaking as brightly as she can considering the circumstances. "On second thoughts, I'll just show you where it is. This way!"After all, there is no law explicitly allowing discrimination against metas, but it doesn't mean his life would get any easier if people realised what he could do. Tag: Quinton Summers |
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CLASSIFICATION
Gleam
POWER
Memory Manipulation
AGE
20
Civilian
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Post by Tanya Dawson on Aug 21, 2020 8:55:02 GMT
It takes a moment for Tanya to realise that the southern accent intruding upon her thoughts is in fact directed at her. She removes her earphones as she swivels to identify the owner of the offending voice. She's slightly surprised by what she sees. He's dressed much like she is, in what looks like a collection of thrift-store finds and hand-me-downs, albeit with none of her flair. On the other hand, she can't believe that any student here would be wearing steel-toe capped boots unless they were making a serious point. Probably not a student then. Also he'd called her Miss, which just rubbed her up the wrong way for unaccountable reasons. She hiked her satchel back up onto her shoulder and sighed. She was only going to be late for breakfast. No early lessons this morning which meant she could take her time in the gym and then salivating over waffles, if there were any left. Still, her memory of the waffles she'd had last week would keep her going, while leaving this strangely innocent looking guy to fend for himself would bother her. The curse of eidetic memory. "Sure. You lost or something?"Her own accent makes the fact that she's from San Francisco obvious. Tag: Quinton Summers |
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CLASSIFICATION
Gleam
POWER
Memory Manipulation
AGE
20
Civilian
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Jan 13, 2020 20:15:09 GMT
Post by Tanya Dawson on Jan 13, 2020 20:15:09 GMT
[nospaces] [attr="class","hopelove"]  | | [attr="class","hopelovename"] [attr="class","hopelovename2"]Tanya Dawson [attr="class","hopelovelyric"] | You will remember me[break]for centuries |
[attr="class","hopeloveleft"]ALIAS // T [attr="class","hopeloveleft"]AGE // Twenty [attr="class","hopeloveleft"]GENDER // Female [attr="class","hopeloveleft"]GROUP // civilian |
[attr="class","hopelovetitle"]APPEARANCE [attr="class","hopelovetop"][attr="class","hopelovesub"]HAIR // Black[break]EYES // Dark brown[break]SKIN // Mixed[break][break]ATTIRE[break][break] Quirky and eclectic seems to define Tanya's style, if that's what you could call it. She usually elects to wear muted colours, many of which look like they've been rescued from a thrift store. Occasionally she will spice things up with an accessory or two, a habit she's picked up from Tanice, rather than Taliah. [break][break]GENERAL[break][break] Sharing the same striking looks as her sisters, Tanya's mixed heritage is clear, though she is darker than either of her sisters, showing more of their African American heritage than either of her elder sisters. That is made particularly clear in her hair, which is often tightly curled, naturally, rather than through cosmetic efforts.
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She's taller than average, tall enough that she can mock her sisters for their diminutive stature, even if the difference is only an inch or two. Her eyes, though dark, betray the spark of wit, though the bright flash of a smile rarely splits her features. She usually wears minimal makeup, unlike both of her sisters, and doesn't rely upon diet to maintain her figure, instead taking part in regular exercise. [attr="class","hopelovetitle"]PERSONALITY [attr="class","hopelovetop"]Tanya is closer to her mother than her elder sisters, but has learned not to rely on her for anything, even if her worst days are behind her. Maybe as a result of that she is less likely to rely on other people as well. Also unlike her sisters, Tanya frequently dwells on the nature of her father's death.
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She has a wary relationship with her sisters, being closer to Tanice than Taliah. She doesn't harbour negative feelings towards either of them, but it would be easy to see she isn't as close as the two twins are to each other. Though this might be put down to simple connection between twins, Tanya feels it's more than that. She was too young to really know their father, and has always been seen as the twin's baby sister. Perhaps a little, deep down she envy's them for that. [attr="class","hopelovetitle"]HISTORY [attr="class","hopelovetop"]Anya was born the third child of Jaheim Dawson, once a High School football star. Her mother, Anya, had met Jaheim in High School, and like a true Romeo and Juliet the two had married against the desires of their parents only a few months after they first met. Unfortunately Jaheim's football career ended before it started, with a serious injury destroying all chance of playing professionally.Though the two struggled financially, they were still delighted to find that Anya was pregnant. Unfortunately that pregnancy was shown to be twins. Though the Dawson's were still overjoyed, their finances grew tighter still, leading to a dependence on multiple jobs. Somehow, they managed to make ends meet, barely.
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Tanya, threw a spanner in those works. It became clear that Anya would have to care for the three young children, and doing so would limit the family's ability to make ends meet. As a result Jaheim took another job in order to support his burgeoning family. Tanya has never quite forgiven herself for what came next.
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Knowing that his absence and the three children were taking their toll on his wife, Jaheim took a stop on his way home to buy flowers. No one could have predicted that his thoughtful gesture would have resulted in his death, but it did. Jaheim died taking a bullet that would otherwise have hit a young girl. Sacrificing himself for someone else, as he had done all his life.
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Anya couldn't take the loss of her husband, or the pressure of raising three kids alone. She turned to drink to numb the pain of her loss. As a result Taliah, Tanya's eldest sister, found herself forced into parenting her two sisters. Worse, she had to act as caretaker to her own mother. When the inevitable happened and Anya got a questionable boyfriend, a heated altercation occurred between Taliah and him. Taliah was temporarily removed from the home and the duty of caring for Tanya fell to Tanice.
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The continued attention of the social services led to Anya cleaning up her act. Trevor left and thing slowly seemed to improve in the Dawson household, even with the increased tension between Tanice and Taliah. Eventually the twins reconciled their differences enough to get both of them through high school, though neither went to college.
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Tanya, on the other hand, proved to be a superb student. She excelled in high school, becoming valedictorian, and being accepted into Stanford on a full academic scholarship only confirmed that. It was fortunate that she had earned the scholarship, her chances of attending Stanford would have been next to none otherwise.
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It was a little over a year after her acceptance into Stanford that the Event happened. Tanya went without much issue for some time after the Event, not even realising that her exposure to the agent had affected her. She realised a few months later, with her then boyfriend. In a somewhat intimate moment she caught an accidental glimpse of his memories, memories of a similar situation, with another woman. Confused and upset, things didn't end well that night, and Tanya's relationship ended soon afterwards.
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Now she keeps her abilities hidden, fortunately her ex didn't put two and two together. Tanya fears that should her power to read and manipulate memory be discovered, there would be far too much attention paid to her exams, so much so that she might even lose her scholarship, though they wouldn't dare have her expelled. Her sisters know, but none beyond that. [attr="class","hopelovetitle"]POWER [attr="class","hopelovetop"][attr="class","hopelovesub"]ABILITY[break][break] MEMORY MANIPULATION [break][break]
Tanya possesses the ability to read, absorb and manipulate the memories of individuals. Like her sister Tanice, she requires physical contact in order to form a bond strong enough to do this, but once she has done so, can do almost anything with a person's memories. The human mind is a strangely elastic thing, and when Tanya changes someone's memories, their brain will fill in most of the extraneous detail for her, allowing her to recover faded or lost memories or even convincingly fake memories in someone else's head.
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This can have strange effects, people's personalities don't change overnight, even if their memories are rewritten, and theoretically people could have memories and a 'past' that does not match the person they actually are, at least until the weight of those memories slowly change their personality. [break][break] EIDETIC MEMORY [break][break]
A side effect of Tanya's ability is that she can manipulate her own memory. This has allowed her to make it far superior to that of any normal human, while not infallible, it allows her to recall obscure facts and specific details about moments far in the past. It also has the unfortunate consequence of leaving her more than capable of holding a grudge. She always remembers exactly what you did wrong. [break][break]
LIMITS[break][break] MEMORY MANIPULATION [break][break]
While difficult to detect, it is possible for someone to identify that their memories have been affected. This can be through some inconsistency in the memory, or the original memory attempting to return to it's rightful place. In addition, any complex manipulation requires Tanya to have prolonged physical contact with the subject, she cannot simply delete memories with a touch, it needs to last longer. [break][break]
Eidetic memory [break][break]
Tanya's eidetic memory only stretches back to the Event, and she cannot seem to recall with any additional accuracy any events preceding that. It is also fallible, she can make mistakes or misremember things, though simply at a far lower rate than a normal person. Her memory is exceptional, not perfect. [break][break]WEAKNESSES[break][break]
Tanya's ability to absorb memories means she could quite easily possess more memories than any normal human should. Though her brain has adapted to her powers in some ways, it is still possible for her to confuse someone else's memories with her own, or even be overwhelmed by the memories of another. Theoretically she could even start suffering from personality disorders as a result of other people's memories affecting 'how she grew up'. [break][break] [attr="class","hopelovebot1"]PLAYED BY NOSUCHTHING [attr="class","hopelovebot2"] LOGAN BROWNING as TANYA DAWSON PHARAOH LEAP. [newclass=.hopelove]padding:25px;width:500px;color:#707e8c[/newclass][newclass=.hopelovename]background-color:#ffffff;border:solid 9px #4a5b66;padding:1px;[/newclass][newclass=.hopelovename2]background-color:#4a5b66;color:#ffffff;font:bold 10px Calibri;text-transform:uppercase;line-height:50px;text-align:center;letter-spacing:2px;[/newclass][newclass=.hopelovelyric]font:bold 8px Calibri;letter-spacing:1px;color:#707e8c;height:50px;text-transform:uppercase;text-align:center;line-height:8px;[/newclass][newclass=.hopeloveleft]border:solid 1px #e5e5e5;border-top:none;padding:10px;font:10px Calibri;text-transform:lowercase;letter-spacing:1px;white-space:nowrap;background-color:#f9f9f9;overflow:hidden;[/newclass][newclass=.hopeloveleft b]text-transform:uppercase;color:#4a5b66;[/newclass][newclass=.hopelovetitle]background-color:#4a5b66;font:bold 10px Calibri;text-align:left;padding:15px;color:#ffffff;text-transform:uppercase;letter-spacing:2px;margin:10px 0px;[/newclass][newclass=.hopelovetop]border:solid 1px #e5e5e5;background-color:#f9f9f9;padding:24px;font:10px verdana;text-align:justify;[/newclass][newclass=.hopelovebot1]background-color:#4a5b66;height:10px;width:30%;padding:10px;font:10px Calibri;line-height:10px;color:#ffffff;float:left;margin-right:10px;margin-top:10px;[/newclass][newclass=.hopelovebot2]background-color:#f9f9f9;border:solid 1px #e5e5e5;padding:9px;height:10px;font:10px Calibri;color:#4a5b66;line-height:10px;text-align:left;margin-top:10px;letter-spacing:1px;white-space:nowrap;overflow:hidden;[/newclass][newclass=.hopelovesub b]font:bold 10px Calibri;text-transform:uppercase;color:#4a5b66;letter-spacing:1px[/newclass] |
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