Post by EDGAR CEDRIC VALKYRIE on Dec 1, 2011 21:57:44 GMT -5
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EDGAR CEDRIC VALKYRIE • SENIOR • EIGHTEEN • ALEX PETTYFER
"carry on my wayward son; don't you cry no more"
"carry on my wayward son; don't you cry no more"
LOUISIANA: HER PEOPLE ARE SO LIVELY THEY OFTEN HANG ABOUT EVEN AFTER THEY'VE PASSED ON
Louisiana is a beautiful place, full of rich culture, tragic history, corruption, and a backwoods people of the friendliest nature. At the heart of Louisiana is the delicate town called New Orleans, pulsing with life at the edge of the Mississippi. One of her attractions are the mysterious women who set up their tables near Jackson Square every night, bent on sharing their fortune-telling powers--or, on occasion, their observational skills--with bewitched tourists.
These women share a coveted place with the active ghosts that roam the city, singing empowering songs on rainy nights in narrow alleys, walking around mansions stark naked and baring chains, leaving behind the pained wails of a miserable time. This alone is enough to draw so many fanatics to the city, but to Edgar, it was the way that the people here embraced their originality rather than casting it off, ignoring it, or being ashamed of it. Everything about Louisiana was different, from their parishes down to their unhealthy and heavily spiced food, and every aspect of it was displayed as proudly as a war medal in an old general's home.
Just as any other young, respectful Southern Louisiana gentleman would have been, Edgar values hospitality, chivalry, and open-mindedness. He respects his elders, uses his manners, and would never be caught swearing in front of a young lady. He does not, however, hold everyone around him to these standards. Edgar is accepting of all personality types and quite enjoys observing the habits and reactions of others.
Also like most Louisianians, Edgar is a very proud person. Not to the point of arrogance, of course; he very seldom crosses that line. However, his pride is often mistaken for arrogance and has instilled in him a great deal of stubbornness.
Edgar most enjoys reading and occasionally writing poetry of all types, cooking, and researching history. His favorite thing to do is curl up with a good book out in the bright sun on a nice, humid summer's day back home. He will also indulge in the occasional fishing or camping trip, whenever circumstances permit.
A MOTHER'S PRAYERS LIGHT UP A CHILD'S BEDROOM FOREVER BRIGHT AS THE MOON[/color]
Edgar's childhood was one of little misfortune. He was allowed to pursue his interests and lived in comfortable company, with his two siblings and his parents whom all cared for one another deeply. The bonds between his family members were always very strong, Edgar felt. He would not have had it any other way.
Edgar's absolute best friend was always his younger sister Claudia. While he did have other friends, he had always had a soft spot in his heart for his dear baby sister. They were oftentimes inseparable, and Edgar grew to be very protective of her. As a person who is rather subdued in demeanor, Ed's temper was very quick to flair up whenever someone attacked his sister, no matter verbally or physically.
On one occasion, he even resorted to violence and punched another boy in the face because, after lashing out at Claudia, Edgar's initial quip had been met with a swipe to the gut. Luckily, Ed had been able to move out of the way in time, but the punch had excited his temper and caused him to lose his head.
He learned most of his good morals and values from his family, as well as the ability to overlook personality quirks and avoid judging others unless he truly could not help it. Edgar admires most of his family members for different reasons and will always have something good to say about any one of them at any given time.
THEY SAY A MAN'S DEMONS NEVER LET HIM GO[/color]
As a child, Edgar never noticed the way people seemed to forget the more embarrassing things about him, or how they would often remember him to be a bit taller, a bit handsomer, a bit smarter than he actually was until one day he was chatting up a pretty girl and he had a rocky beginning. The girl began to look rather agitated that he was talking to her, which only made him more nervous and he fumbled even more than before.
The girl had called him a vulgar name, and Edgar felt his anger bubbling up inside of him. Suddenly, it was as though he was rooting through a filing cabinet and he had access to every conceivable memory that this girl possessed; even the ones she was unable to call forward. In his spite, Edgar rooted through the 'files' until he found a particular painful scene and brought it to the very front of her conscious mind to play out in her mind. Once back in his own head, Edgar saw tears welling up in her eyes and felt a pang of regret hit him hard in the chest as she excused herself and jogged away, past him, in the opposite direction.
She could not possibly have known that Edgar had intentionally caused her this sort of pain, but he managed to find her one day a few weeks after and apologize after a brief explanation; since the incident he had discovered more about his odd ability to manipulate memories and could offer a brief explanation. Even though the girl laughed at him and called him a freak, Edgar was relieved of his remorse.
For a while, Edgar was eager to discover more about his power and often played around with it. He used it to both his own advantage as well as the advantage as others. Ed loved to play around with the memories of others, and even experienced with his own memories. He soon learned how to bring forth test answers, and with some practice could do it rather easily.
When he was about thirteen, Ed began attempting to figure out how he could possibly give himself a photographic memory, permanently.
And when he was fifteen, he managed it. But at a cost; Edgar's right eye is completely blind and he is prone to migraines. Though he still has perfect vision in his left eye, the other does not move and its iris has faded to a milky, dead-looking sort of blue. Edgar is very self-conscious about it.
As a result, he is very wary of his power now and only uses it to perform very small tasks. He's afraid of damaging someone else the way he damaged himself.
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BECCA • 15 • FEMALE
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