Post by SABRINA MAVERICK on Dec 7, 2011 9:33:39 GMT -5
PHILADELPHIA FREEDOM SHINE ON ME
SHINE A LIGHT WON’T YOU SHINE A LIGHT.
MAVERICK, sabrina ariele | EIGHTEEN | HYDROKINETIC | NEUTRAL | TIFA LOCKHART[/center][/size]
PLEASE STATE YOUR NAME AND AGE FOR THE RECORD.
My... my name is Sabrina Ariele Maverick and I am Eighteen years old currently, as told by my birth certificate. Though my name is not the traditional Japanese name, my father was the one who chose it. He always liked American names and Sabrina was one of his favorites. I was also given his last name since my parents were thinking about getting married when they had me. Since Maverick was soon to be our family name anyway, they decided to just give it to me at birth.
WHAT BRINGS YOU TO PHILADELPHIA? HOW LONG HAVE YOU BEEN HERE? DO YOU LIKE IT?
I was born Sabrina Maverick in Osaka, Japan to my mother, Saria Sforza, and my father, Toren Maverick. I was an unexpected child born to a family who were less than prepared for my arrival. My mother, because of her drug abuse, was disowned by her family and moved in with my father. Thankfully, she was able to kick her drug habit while pregnant, but as soon as I was born, she had a relapse and began abusing her pain medications before moving on to more powerful drugs.
My father’s side of the family could not stand my mother and, when they found out that I was her daughter, began to treat my father very harshly. Being from a lineage of a strong, independant clan of Samurai, the Maverick bloodline holds very high standards when it comes to anyone who enters their family. Once they learned of my mother's past, they were quick to judge and dismiss her, and because my father fought so hard to change their minds, they eventually began to turn on him as well. The love for my mother and I was the only thing keeping my father sane during this time, that is, until my mother finally could not bare to live with herself and ran away; abandoning my father and I.
My mother has always had problems even before she met my father. When she was disowned by her family, she disgarded her original last name and changed it to Sforza which was the title of a poem that she wrote a long time ago about how it truly feels to be alone. It is the only memento I have of her. It was not fair how my father's family treated her either. When she was with my father, she never did anything wrong. It was the only time in her life, as my father says, that she actually felt happy. It upset her so much that my father's side of the family would not let them be together that she couldn't take the emotional strain any longer.
When I turned ten, my father decided it was best to leave the country with me and seek a fresh start at life. It is only now that I wonder if maybe he just needed to escape the memories...
I have been living here in Philadelphia ever since then and it is been a big adjustment for me; especially with the language-barrier between me and... well... everyone else. I love the city itself though. It is very beautiful and everything about it just makes me so happy. Hopefully the people will accept me better and maybe I will be able to make sure the city stays as beautiful as it is now.
SO YOU HAD A GOOD EXPERIENCE HERE?
When my father and I first moved to America times were very hard. We had little money and living day to was a struggle. Fortunately, just before my father had a mental breakdown, he was hired by a finance company and things suddenly seemed to look up. That is when I realized Philadelphia would be a wonderful place: just when the world was ready to give up on you, the city would always be there to save you.
MANY PEOPLE SAY THEY FEAR THE CITY. WHAT ARE YOU AFRAID OF?
I am ashamed to say it but... well... I am afraid of everything. Anything that creeps, crawls, chirps, chimes, flips or flies just terrifies me. I am also afraid of some big animals like dogs, pigs and sometimes cows, though everyone always calls me a cow so I am starting to get over that fear. I am also afraid of people: What they may say about me, what they may do to me and what they may think of me. I am also afraid of disappointing everyone around me. Mainly my father. He has been there for me when everyone else has abandoned me and I sometimes feel like he loves me more than I love myself. I do not think I would be able to live with myself if I dishonored him in any way or he suffered any kind of grief because of me. That is why I do not tell him my fears and how badly I feel sometimes.
WHAT ABOUT YOUR DREAMS? WHAT ARE YOUR GOALS?
I have forgotten most of my big dreams and fantasies. I know I always wanted to be a princess like most young girls, but now I would settle for just being a servant to someone who cares for me. My biggest goal right now is to finish college and get a degree in Chemistry. I hope to be able to find cures for many diseases and ailments in order to help as many people I can.
WHAT DO YOU THINK ABOUT THE EXISTENCE OF FAIRY TALE CREATURES—WEREWOLVES, GHOSTS, DRAGONS, PSYCHICS—THINGS LIKE THAT?
Being that I am a supernatural myself, I do believe in their existence. As far as I know I have always had the power to manipulate water. When I was young my father tells me that as a baby if my bath was too hot, I would cool it down, and if it was too cold, I would heat it up. I could also do the same for beverages as well. Temperature manipulation was just a natural thing for me like walking and talking.
I do not know what to think about Supernaturals though. Back home, whenever I would try to tell the other kids, they would laugh and never believe me, but when I showed them that I could pull water from the water fountain and spell my name in the air, they would always scream and call me a witch or demon. Whenever my father would be called to the school, he would deny that I could do any of that and would tell me never to show anyone. Now, here in America, I hear talk of such things and people laugh at the ideas. They make fun of others who believe an it makes me feel as though I am nothing but a freak of nature: a witch or a demon.
I tend to stay away from mostly everyone. I have heard some talk of how there is a System in place to keep people like me in line, but I do not know very much about it. I do not mind the idea of the idea that there may be an organization policing people like me. That is just how society should be, right? But I do feel uncomfortable with the thought of constantly having to hide my abilities from the world. I do not know if this system is a good thing or a bad thing, but then again, I don't even know if it is just a rumor or not so I suppose it does not matter.
HOW WOULD YOU DESCRIBE YOURSELF?
I am nothing special at all. I like to stay inside a lot and keep to myself, but that is only because I have never been able to get along with anyone else outside. A lot of people who I thought were friends would always eventually turn on me for reasons I could never grasp and ever since I have come to America, a lot of the children would make fun of my accent, but it is my own fault that I have not talked to enough people to learn how to properly sound words and phrases.
I am extremely introverted and have a hard time talking to anyone whether they are friends or not. I always seem to make many mistakes that frustrate people and I can be a nuisance at times as well. I do my best to stay out of the way, but usually I end up upsetting somebody anyway. In all honestly I do not understand much about myself. I sometimes feel like I am just... here. “I am a little bit insecure; a little unconfident, but you don’t understand or do what I can. Sometimes I don’t make sense.” (Faint.) Hopefully, this summer, I will be able to find out more about myself, more about my powers and who I want to be for the rest of my life.
THAT’S ABOUT EVERYTHING. IF YOU’LL JUST PLEASE FILL OUT THIS SHEET, WE’LL BE ON OUR WAY.
The company my father works for moved out of state a few years ago, when I turned sixteen, but since I was legally able to stay at home by myself, my father stayed employed with them and regularly commutes to New Jersey every day. He only has two more years with the company before his retirement package is secured and he can leave, then come back and find other work in Philadelphia. Until then, I regularly am alone in my home. Sometimes for days at a time depending on what my father’s schedule is, but he always makes sure to keep food in the refrigerator, pay the bills and give me an allowance to satisfy my daily needs. I love my father very much, but I can not help but feel like a burden sometimes.
NAME
You can just call me by Sabrina, my character name.
CONTACT INFO PM would be the best way.
EXPERIENCENot very long. Only about a month or so, so I am very new. I hope it doesn’t become a problem.
ADDITIONAL INFO
Well I have been living in Philadelphia for some time now and even though my experiences are not the same as my character, I still tend to stay inside more and only know a little bit about the city.
SAMPLE POST
So sat the girl with the dyed brown hair. She sat awkwardly in the chair as the young Korean woman twisted and pulled at her delicate locks. It hurt. Though her hair was strong and resilient, every tug pulled at her scalp and a burning sensation would send chills down her body. Why did she let the other girls talk her in to this? “It will make you look sexier, Sabrina.” They said. “Brown is so your color.” Even though Sabrina did not have much confidence in the way she looked, the one thing she did like was her hair and its natural jet black tone. But now, as the honey-brown coloring ran down her face like blood, it felt like she was killing the last part of her that made her feel like Sabrina, and for what? To satisfy the chattering of her school friends? They were the ones who made her feel ugly and hideous in the first place.
They were the girls who all through her school life called her dairy cow, weirdo, and creepy, but here she is with them. They are all just chattering on about boys and what other girls are wearing, completely ignoring the pained squeaks and terrified tears escaping into the sea of brown coloring running down her nearly pale face. The other girls were getting their nails done and the three of them seemed to be having the best time in the world. It made her wonder if they were just using her again. The girls did have a coupon that said “Girls Night Out” but Sabrina never got to see exactly what it said. Maybe they only needed one more girl to get a discount and talked Sabrina into being the forth wheel.
She sighed, but sat there anyway and took it. ~I am not going to think that way.~ She thought to herself as her fingers began to dig into her kneecaps. ~Maybe they are just trying to be friendly.~ She knew that she was lying to herself, but life experience has taught her that the truth hurts and sometimes it is easier to live with herself if she just lied every now and then. Honestly, at this point, she just wanted to go home.
IF YOU CHOOSE YOU CAN LIVE YOUR LIFE ALONE
SOME PEOPLE CHOOSE THE CITY.
SHINE A LIGHT WON’T YOU SHINE A LIGHT.
THE LESS I SAY THE MORE MY WORK GETS DONE
MAVERICK, sabrina ariele | EIGHTEEN | HYDROKINETIC | NEUTRAL | TIFA LOCKHART[/center][/size]
you enter a dimly lit room where a shadowed figure sits across from you with a thick file in hand. The figure’s face is indistinguishable. a hot cup of coffee made just the way you like is waiting on the table. the figure beckons for you to sit. you do. finally the figure across from you speaks.
PLEASE STATE YOUR NAME AND AGE FOR THE RECORD.
My... my name is Sabrina Ariele Maverick and I am Eighteen years old currently, as told by my birth certificate. Though my name is not the traditional Japanese name, my father was the one who chose it. He always liked American names and Sabrina was one of his favorites. I was also given his last name since my parents were thinking about getting married when they had me. Since Maverick was soon to be our family name anyway, they decided to just give it to me at birth.
WHAT BRINGS YOU TO PHILADELPHIA? HOW LONG HAVE YOU BEEN HERE? DO YOU LIKE IT?
I was born Sabrina Maverick in Osaka, Japan to my mother, Saria Sforza, and my father, Toren Maverick. I was an unexpected child born to a family who were less than prepared for my arrival. My mother, because of her drug abuse, was disowned by her family and moved in with my father. Thankfully, she was able to kick her drug habit while pregnant, but as soon as I was born, she had a relapse and began abusing her pain medications before moving on to more powerful drugs.
My father’s side of the family could not stand my mother and, when they found out that I was her daughter, began to treat my father very harshly. Being from a lineage of a strong, independant clan of Samurai, the Maverick bloodline holds very high standards when it comes to anyone who enters their family. Once they learned of my mother's past, they were quick to judge and dismiss her, and because my father fought so hard to change their minds, they eventually began to turn on him as well. The love for my mother and I was the only thing keeping my father sane during this time, that is, until my mother finally could not bare to live with herself and ran away; abandoning my father and I.
My mother has always had problems even before she met my father. When she was disowned by her family, she disgarded her original last name and changed it to Sforza which was the title of a poem that she wrote a long time ago about how it truly feels to be alone. It is the only memento I have of her. It was not fair how my father's family treated her either. When she was with my father, she never did anything wrong. It was the only time in her life, as my father says, that she actually felt happy. It upset her so much that my father's side of the family would not let them be together that she couldn't take the emotional strain any longer.
When I turned ten, my father decided it was best to leave the country with me and seek a fresh start at life. It is only now that I wonder if maybe he just needed to escape the memories...
I have been living here in Philadelphia ever since then and it is been a big adjustment for me; especially with the language-barrier between me and... well... everyone else. I love the city itself though. It is very beautiful and everything about it just makes me so happy. Hopefully the people will accept me better and maybe I will be able to make sure the city stays as beautiful as it is now.
SO YOU HAD A GOOD EXPERIENCE HERE?
When my father and I first moved to America times were very hard. We had little money and living day to was a struggle. Fortunately, just before my father had a mental breakdown, he was hired by a finance company and things suddenly seemed to look up. That is when I realized Philadelphia would be a wonderful place: just when the world was ready to give up on you, the city would always be there to save you.
MANY PEOPLE SAY THEY FEAR THE CITY. WHAT ARE YOU AFRAID OF?
I am ashamed to say it but... well... I am afraid of everything. Anything that creeps, crawls, chirps, chimes, flips or flies just terrifies me. I am also afraid of some big animals like dogs, pigs and sometimes cows, though everyone always calls me a cow so I am starting to get over that fear. I am also afraid of people: What they may say about me, what they may do to me and what they may think of me. I am also afraid of disappointing everyone around me. Mainly my father. He has been there for me when everyone else has abandoned me and I sometimes feel like he loves me more than I love myself. I do not think I would be able to live with myself if I dishonored him in any way or he suffered any kind of grief because of me. That is why I do not tell him my fears and how badly I feel sometimes.
WHAT ABOUT YOUR DREAMS? WHAT ARE YOUR GOALS?
I have forgotten most of my big dreams and fantasies. I know I always wanted to be a princess like most young girls, but now I would settle for just being a servant to someone who cares for me. My biggest goal right now is to finish college and get a degree in Chemistry. I hope to be able to find cures for many diseases and ailments in order to help as many people I can.
WHAT DO YOU THINK ABOUT THE EXISTENCE OF FAIRY TALE CREATURES—WEREWOLVES, GHOSTS, DRAGONS, PSYCHICS—THINGS LIKE THAT?
Being that I am a supernatural myself, I do believe in their existence. As far as I know I have always had the power to manipulate water. When I was young my father tells me that as a baby if my bath was too hot, I would cool it down, and if it was too cold, I would heat it up. I could also do the same for beverages as well. Temperature manipulation was just a natural thing for me like walking and talking.
I do not know what to think about Supernaturals though. Back home, whenever I would try to tell the other kids, they would laugh and never believe me, but when I showed them that I could pull water from the water fountain and spell my name in the air, they would always scream and call me a witch or demon. Whenever my father would be called to the school, he would deny that I could do any of that and would tell me never to show anyone. Now, here in America, I hear talk of such things and people laugh at the ideas. They make fun of others who believe an it makes me feel as though I am nothing but a freak of nature: a witch or a demon.
I tend to stay away from mostly everyone. I have heard some talk of how there is a System in place to keep people like me in line, but I do not know very much about it. I do not mind the idea of the idea that there may be an organization policing people like me. That is just how society should be, right? But I do feel uncomfortable with the thought of constantly having to hide my abilities from the world. I do not know if this system is a good thing or a bad thing, but then again, I don't even know if it is just a rumor or not so I suppose it does not matter.
HOW WOULD YOU DESCRIBE YOURSELF?
I am nothing special at all. I like to stay inside a lot and keep to myself, but that is only because I have never been able to get along with anyone else outside. A lot of people who I thought were friends would always eventually turn on me for reasons I could never grasp and ever since I have come to America, a lot of the children would make fun of my accent, but it is my own fault that I have not talked to enough people to learn how to properly sound words and phrases.
I am extremely introverted and have a hard time talking to anyone whether they are friends or not. I always seem to make many mistakes that frustrate people and I can be a nuisance at times as well. I do my best to stay out of the way, but usually I end up upsetting somebody anyway. In all honestly I do not understand much about myself. I sometimes feel like I am just... here. “I am a little bit insecure; a little unconfident, but you don’t understand or do what I can. Sometimes I don’t make sense.” (Faint.) Hopefully, this summer, I will be able to find out more about myself, more about my powers and who I want to be for the rest of my life.
THAT’S ABOUT EVERYTHING. IF YOU’LL JUST PLEASE FILL OUT THIS SHEET, WE’LL BE ON OUR WAY.
The company my father works for moved out of state a few years ago, when I turned sixteen, but since I was legally able to stay at home by myself, my father stayed employed with them and regularly commutes to New Jersey every day. He only has two more years with the company before his retirement package is secured and he can leave, then come back and find other work in Philadelphia. Until then, I regularly am alone in my home. Sometimes for days at a time depending on what my father’s schedule is, but he always makes sure to keep food in the refrigerator, pay the bills and give me an allowance to satisfy my daily needs. I love my father very much, but I can not help but feel like a burden sometimes.
FREEDOM SUBMISSION PLAYER PAGE
NAME
You can just call me by Sabrina, my character name.
CONTACT INFO PM would be the best way.
EXPERIENCENot very long. Only about a month or so, so I am very new. I hope it doesn’t become a problem.
ADDITIONAL INFO
Well I have been living in Philadelphia for some time now and even though my experiences are not the same as my character, I still tend to stay inside more and only know a little bit about the city.
SAMPLE POST
So sat the girl with the dyed brown hair. She sat awkwardly in the chair as the young Korean woman twisted and pulled at her delicate locks. It hurt. Though her hair was strong and resilient, every tug pulled at her scalp and a burning sensation would send chills down her body. Why did she let the other girls talk her in to this? “It will make you look sexier, Sabrina.” They said. “Brown is so your color.” Even though Sabrina did not have much confidence in the way she looked, the one thing she did like was her hair and its natural jet black tone. But now, as the honey-brown coloring ran down her face like blood, it felt like she was killing the last part of her that made her feel like Sabrina, and for what? To satisfy the chattering of her school friends? They were the ones who made her feel ugly and hideous in the first place.
They were the girls who all through her school life called her dairy cow, weirdo, and creepy, but here she is with them. They are all just chattering on about boys and what other girls are wearing, completely ignoring the pained squeaks and terrified tears escaping into the sea of brown coloring running down her nearly pale face. The other girls were getting their nails done and the three of them seemed to be having the best time in the world. It made her wonder if they were just using her again. The girls did have a coupon that said “Girls Night Out” but Sabrina never got to see exactly what it said. Maybe they only needed one more girl to get a discount and talked Sabrina into being the forth wheel.
She sighed, but sat there anyway and took it. ~I am not going to think that way.~ She thought to herself as her fingers began to dig into her kneecaps. ~Maybe they are just trying to be friendly.~ She knew that she was lying to herself, but life experience has taught her that the truth hurts and sometimes it is easier to live with herself if she just lied every now and then. Honestly, at this point, she just wanted to go home.
IF YOU CHOOSE YOU CAN LIVE YOUR LIFE ALONE
SOME PEOPLE CHOOSE THE CITY.
