Title: BASTIEN, scout
Scout Bastien - December 20, 2007 09:25 PM (GMT)
Alias: Mac
Age: 14
How Did You Find Us? through an advert on some boards; I’m not sure which.
Other Characters: none here.
Full Name: Scout Elaine Bastien (named for the book character, and her middle name because her first two initials and last name ended up spelling Sebastien, something her parents found quite amusing)
Nicknames: Seb or Sebi because of her initials
Age: 17
Gender: Female
Birthday: June 15th
Astrological Sign: Gemini
Sexual Orientation: Bisexual
Grade: Junior
Clique: Uniques
School Activities: Drama Club, Speech/Debate, Drama (Actress), Chorus, and swimming/diving (perhaps captain or co-captain since there’s no one on the team right now)
Power: Omnipresence
Personality Traits:
[+] Wit. Scout doesn’t just joke because she wants to be funny, she jokes because she is funny. She loves to play with words, and a lot of her witty humor comes from wordplay or from jokes that a lot of other people’s don’t seem to get. Of course, there is a point where wit becomes sarcasm, and Scout often has trouble seeing that line—but she always tries to rein it in before she offends somebody.
[+] Overachieving. Some people like to be on top of things, and Scout is one of those people. She likes to join all the clubs, especially those that have to do with art—she’s what you might call a “theatre geek,” and she’s definitely drawn to the stage. Omnipresence means she can be doing more things than she should be able to, like at drama rehearsal and a swim meet at the same time—making it even easier to Scout to do everything humanly possible, and then some.
[+] Kind. Scout was raised to extend the hand of kindness to everyone, no matter who they are. Her upbringing sticks with her, and she can’t help but stop and pick up someone’s books if they’ve dropped them, or try to comfort the crying girl in the hallway, or empty out her wallet for the homeless man on the side of the street. She gets this mostly from her mother, a woman who has always been the definition of “good Samaritan.” Some would say Scout doesn’t have a mean bone in her body, which is, of course, a lie—everyone has some degree of meanness—but Scout certainly tries to break that evil bone as much as she can.
[+] Mischievous. Though she’s kind, Scout has a mischievous streak. For example, when she first realized her strange powers, she used to play tricks on her grandparents and siblings by appearing in several parts of the house at once—she would walk into the room while they were talking to her, or appear all around them. Scout likes to play practical jokes on people, but she hates seeing people hurt as a result of her fun, and she refuses to lie or be openly rude just for amusement.
[+] Eccentric. Call it weird, strange, odd, crazy—Scout is definitely an eccentric person, and very proud of it. Whether she’s taking to herself, asking everyone around her for stamps/spoons/random items, or just being plain weird, Scout very nearly defines eccentricity, and she doesn’t care what anyone thinks of it.
General Personality:
How do you describe Scout Bastien? There are many different ways: adults from her childhood would say she was sweet but a bit of a trickster, always playing jokes. Her brother and sister would tell you she’s a good role model but can be annoying, and her cousins would definitely let you know that, what with all the talking in her sleep and her need of so much personal space. Her friends could clue you in on her odd habits and her eccentric behaviors while also telling you how great of a friend she is, but some others at her school might describe her as obnoxious and say she’s a freak.
Whosoever you decide to believe, know that all these opinions are true, some at the same time as others. Scout is definitely all of these things and more. She gets her sweetness and the ability to be a great friend from her mother, and her peculiarity, as well as the slight OCD she exhibits every day, from her father. Most of the other traits were developed herself or learned from grandparents, aunts and uncles. Scout also tends to mimic her friends without realizing it, something she’s laughed at herself for plenty of times.
Another trait of Scout’s is her determination and perseverance. She’s overcome a lot of obstacles—her parents’ car crash, the near-separation from her siblings afterwards, not to mention the feelings of isolation that come from both realizing you have special powers and realizing you like girls and boys. Despite all of this, she’s kept at it, facing all of her challenges head on. Scout would never dream of giving up—she feels a responsibility to Brian and Max, and to her grandparents, since they need care sometimes as well. So no matter what happens, Scout lives on.
Likes:
- the colors brown, blue and white
- her siblings, grandparents, cousins and other relatives
- music
- her power
- Aura Academy
- acting
- swimming
- girls, boys—she’s bisexual
- feeling useful
- feeling like the adult, even when she’s around other adults
Dislikes:
- feeling useless
- feeling like she’s failed someone she loves
- snobs
- not being able to talk to her parents
- feeling like she’s always the adult, even around other adults
- warm rain—the cold kind’s fine, though
- cars
Habits:
- talks in her sleep
- nods her head excessively when she’s nervous
- tugs on her ear when she’s thinking
- has mild OCD—has to count everything, has personal space problems, etc
- claustrophobic
Pet Peeves:
- has to have personal space, and she’s very picky about this—about a foot around herself, at least
- likes symmetry and odd numbers
- hates it when people mispronounce words
- bad actors!
Height & Weight: 5’7” and 135 pounds
Piercings/Tattoos: A small tattoo of the globe on her left shoulder blade (symbolizing her omnipresence), piercings: ears
Picture:
Appearance: One thing Scout has always had mixed opinions of is her appearance. She can never seem to make up her mind whether she loves or hates how she looks. Her round features sometimes make her seem less elegant than those of her peers with angled, pointy noses and sharp cheekbones, but sometimes she loves her round face. Her smile seems to accentuate this somehow—it’s so wide that it practically splits her face in two, crossing from ear to ear. Her brown hair falls in such a way that it enhances her face and her deep brown eyes.
Scout’s style is something else completely—it’s been called so many things it’s impossible to comprise a list of them, but what it can be called is unique, just like Scout. She loves to wear boots and high heels, and she couldn’t care less whether her shoes happen to match. She tends to make outfits out of either throwing together everything in her wardrobe that matches or only taking two simple things from her closet. Accessorize neatly and simply and you’ve got Scout Bastien.
Family Members:
Father: Gregory Bastien, 43, hospitalized: in a coma
Mother: Marie Bastien (nee Carter), 41, hospitalized: in a coma
Paternal grandparents (full custody of Scout and her siblings):
Victor Bastien, 67, [retired] CEO
Ann Bastien, 69, kindergarten schoolteacher
Brother: Brian Peter Bastien, 14
Sister: Maxine Bastien, “Max,” 10
Pet(s):
Two black Scottish Terrier, Hadley and Marcus
One black cat, Marisa
Financial Status: Wealthy
History: When Gregory Bastien met Marie Carter, it was love at first sight—but marriage didn’t come until five years later, and kids until a year after that. Their first child was a daughter—they named her Scout, after the protagonist and narrator of Marie’s favorite book, and gave her a middle name that started with “E” so that her initials would spell out “Sebastien” (her father insisted on this, being the type of person that he is). It was three years before they had their son, Brian, and then another four to their daughter Max.
When Scout was little, she began to exhibit strange abilities. She’d be sleeping and feel herself in other places—one Christmas, she found out what all her presents were while she was asleep, though she didn’t realize she’d been in the other room. She learned to control these powers more and more, until she was almost in control of them by the time she was nine, able to make “copies” of herself, as she called them, and send them anywhere she could think of (and some places she couldn’t).
Another thing happened when Scout was nine, and this was much less wondrous. Scout and her parents—just the three of them, “and no tricks this time,” Scout had promised, referring to her power—were taking an afternoon off, leaving Brian, not yet six, and Max, only two, with Gregory’s parents. They were crossing a bridge when their car became part of a three-vehicle accident—with one semi and another small car like their own. Scout barely remembers the accident—she just recalls praying that they wouldn’t go off the bridge, and thankfully, they didn’t.
There were four survivors of the accident—Scout, her parents, and the truck driver who fell asleep at the wheel. However, Only Scout and the trucker would walk away—Gregory and Marie have been hospitalized since, in what Scout sometimes refers to as “twin comas”—neither of them ever waking up or showing any response to their visitors in the hospital (and Scout visits them as often as she can, just to speak to them in case they can somehow hear her).
After having to fight for the custody of Brian, Max and Scout, Gregory’s parents finally have full custody of all three of them. Since she was ten, Scout has lived with her grandparents, three cousins and an aunt at the Bastien’s mansion. She was enrolled in Aura Academy when she was old enough to go to high school, but still feels responsibility at home—her grandparents are getting senile and are less able to take care of themselves by the day, and she’s the oldest of all of her siblings and cousins. When she’s at home—during summers and over winter break—she cooks, cleans and nearly runs the household by herself. When she’s not, her aunt and grandparents somehow manage without her.
For now, Scout is almost content to live her life. She wants to become an actress or a singer, she wants to perform, and she wants to get away from her chaotic family, just as soon as Max is old enough to live without her. Brian already seems to be—he’s in Aura as a sophomore, and Max will follow in a few years. So Scout is trying to lean back and live her life, while she still has one to live.
Magic Words: Admin Edit
RP Sample:
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| Between her brothers, her friends, and her work, Mairéad hardly got a moment of peace. Here she was, spread across the couch in the Ravenclaw common room, absentmindedly watching her brothers try to play chess (ultimately, they would end up dueling anyway; they were awful at chess) and humming a tune. She yearned for spring, but the weather was indicating winter--it was wet and cold, two things Mairéad wasn't fond of. Finally, after seeing Brennan prod Ciaran's shirtsleeve with his wand and setting it to fire, she pulled herself up off the couch and entered her dorm, pulling her violin case out from under her bed gently. She'd had enough of this chaos--she needed a moment of peace and quiet. By the time she exited the common room, they had extinguished the fire and were back to their antics. Mairéad left it behind willingly. She began to walk, having no idea of where she was going to go. She was still humming that nonsense tune, and she wanted to get it out of her head, but where to go? She couldn't go back to the common room, she didn't want to go outside in the current weather, and with so many students inside, there wasn't really a place to go. She walked down the stairs at a fast pace, coming upon the fifth floor. It was as if a light went on inside her head--she knew instantly where she could go. She hung a sharp right and came down a corridor until she found a room, sliding inside silently and not bothering to lock it behind her. Granted, unused classrooms had generally crappy acoustics--this, Mairéad knew. But there was no better place, and it was nice and quiet. Mairéad took the silver chain from around her neck, entering the pendant--am ornate silver key--into the lock of her violin case. She kept it constantly locked, just in case someone ever decided to play a trick on her and steal her case. This case and the violin itself were enchanted with multiple charms so that if you so much as tried to touch either of them without Mairéad's permission, you'd end up with nasty welts or burns. She sat down on a conveniently-placed stool and began to warm up, flying through scales with no problem. She wasn't sitting for long, however, as she got into a fast-paced traditional tune. This had value to her both as a person and as a violinist--it was a challenging piece, and it was a song her mother used to sing her when she was a small child. It used to put her to sleep, and now it gave her a burst of energy. She played it a bit slower than normal, savoring the notes as they flowed through the air. This is what she lived for as a musician. This is what she had strived for since she was younger than five and began taking lessons. For twelve years, she had worked to get this far. These were the fruits of her labor. When the piece was over, she sat back down on the stool, trying to pin down the notes floating around in her head--and they were still there, pesky things running amok, unwanted. Mairéad began to play them quietly at first, crescendo-ing into a suitably loud song that had come, it seem, directly form her mind. Finally finished, she grinned to herself and sat back down. With enough fine-tuning, whatever it was she had just played could be brought together into something decent and pleasing to the ears. Of course, not having any sheet music to write it on, she began to play a little Mozart, smiling to herself as she played. |
Alice Black - December 20, 2007 09:29 PM (GMT)
Accepted!
Congratulations, you've been placed as a unique.
You have been placed in the mental abilities class.
You have been placed in the evening cycle.