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Sadie Vothin; Cursed Psychic
Topic Started: Mar 12 2010, 07:07 PM (371 Views)
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Name: Sadie Vothin

OCC: Hitman (Mechanic on the side)

PCC: Cursed Psychic

Physical Description: Sadie is 5'8" slender and small boned with a bleach blonde pixie but with rainbow colours in the front. She appears to be in her late teens to early 20's and gives off a very youthful exuberance. She has bright blue eyes that seem to laugh and perfect teeth which she shows often.

Background:

Sadie had always been a quiet child, but never one to withhold a smile. She was full of fun and laughter from a very young age. Many people that knew Sadie’s history wondered at the child’s happiness. They knew what had happened to her family when she was five….
Sadie had been asleep in her bed when she was awakened by feet running down the hall and a pounding on the front door. She heard yelling and shouting from the other side and wondered what was wrong. She had shivers running down her spine and her skin crawled with goose bumps. Her sister was cowering in her bed, shaking, the covers pulled up so that only her eyes were visible. Placing a comforting hand on her sister’s shoulder she whispered that everything would be alright and to just stay put. The front door was open now and she heard men in the living room arguing with her father. Sadie crept to the door and opened it a crack peering into the hallway. Her mother was just emerging from her bedroom and went rushing past her in a panic quickly telling her to stay in her room as she passed. The shouts from the living room were getting louder and she was beginning to catch bits of the conversation.

“It’s too late for that now…..should have finished…..brought this on yourself!”

“Please, give me time!......don’t hurt my family”

Sadie crept down the stairs quietly. She had no idea what any of this was about, but she was afraid for her parents. She had been told that her Dad’s job was investment banking. Whatever the problem was it sounded like it had to do with her Dad’s work. She peered around the corner at the bottom of the stairs into the living room. There were four tall, heavily muscled men standing there. One had moved to the window to shut the curtain. Sadie’s first impression was that these men are extremely dangerous. She could see they had guns with them and one of the men was attaching what looked like a long silver rod to his. Her mother was clutching her Dad’s arm and whimpering. The man in the middle with the gun in his hand looked up from what he was doing.

“You know Vince, I never liked you. You always took your job too lightly, trying to have a family and keep your secrets. You should know that the job comes first and nothing else matters. Well, this is what it comes down to. You failed this time and it was an important hit. Too important for the failure to slide. You are going to finish this job, but first we are going to remove your distraction.”

It happened so quickly she almost didn’t see it. One second the man was standing there talking to her Dad, the next he had raised his powerful arm with the gun in it and pointed it at her mother. He paused for just a moment and smiled his teeth perfectly straight. Her mother tried to jump up and run but managed no more than a step when he pulled the trigger. Silent and deadly the bullet hit her right in the back of the head. She fell forward almost within reach of Sadie. Her father jumped up looking like he would stop them, but one of the men pushed him back down and restrained him. The third man then headed for the stairs where Sadie was. Her father tried to shout for them to hide, but the man cut his words short by whipping him across the head with his gun. Sadie moved just in time back up the stairs and into her parents room. She watched as the man entered her and her sister’s room. Her sister was crying loudly and calling for her mother. All of the sudden she screamed and her scream was cut off by the sound of a gunshot. Sadie bit her tongue to keep from making any sound. She heard the man retreat back down the stairs and report that only one of the girls had been in the bedroom.

“That’s fine. You finish the job Vince or we will be back to finish you.”

Sadie had cried uncontrollably that night her heart aching. Her Dad had hugged her tight and dropped her off with her grandmother until he could come back for her. He returned later that day looking grim, but reassured her that they would be safe.
That night the men came back. She had been cuddled up with her Dad on the couch trying to sleep, when the door had crashed in. Her Dad sent her from the room, but she stayed close within earshot.

“Thanks for finishing that job Vince. Killing that guy saved us a heap of trouble. Unfortunately, you still failed the first time and forgiveness is hard to come by. Now that you are done we will no longer be requiring your services.”
The shot echoed through Sadie’s thoughts like a knife. When she managed to peer through her fingers she saw the man standing over her father the gun pointed at his head.

“Hard to find reliable hit men these days. The last thing you are going to know before you die is that we are taking your daughter. She is going to be trained and conditioned to be the hit man you never could be. This is goodbye Vince.”

Sadie had been taken from her house by that man, Wil, and raised to do the profession her Dad had done. Wil trained and raised her to know the skills that would keep her alive and make her excellent at her job. As time passed the memory of her parents and that night faded, and she actually liked her job. She learned to fix cars so that she could work a day job, but reveled in the fun that was her real job, a hit man. She often smiled when performing a hit. People thought that maybe she was sick in the head, but those closest to her knew she was a bubbly and happy most of the time anyway. As she grew older she became much more outgoing and people who met her were always struck by her cheerfulness.

At 16 Sadie was working for Duke, a well known crime boss, when she started noticing strange things around her. She had gone on a hit with Wil and managed to miss where he told her to aim. She had killed the man anyways, but it had taken two bullets instead of one. Such mistakes were never tolerated and she knew she would be in for it later, but later never came. When Wil had come to “discuss” the mistake, Sadie felt a charge running through her. She was frightened of what Wil might do, so she threw up her hands to shield her face. The energy suddenly left her body through her hands hitting Wil square in the chest. Immediately after her body felt heavy and she slipped into blackness. When she woke up Wil was dead. Strange things kept happening around her, some little, like having lights turn off when she needed them too even though she hadn’t flicked a switch, to big things like shocking or injuring people when she was angry or afraid, always blacking out right after. At times she could tell exactly where electricity was and it frightened her. What was wrong with her? With these unexplained phenomena happening to her more and more frequently she branched off into more freelance work but kept in touch with Duke taking jobs with him from time to time.

The more strange things kept happening to her the more worried Sadie became. She started researching into the paranormals and psychics looking for answers. The further she delved the more interested she became. Her quest for answers led her to the Lazlo Society where she found a man named Chester Allen was starting a paranormal investigation team. Her interests piqued she got in touch with him.



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Your Type is
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Performer

Strength of the preferences:
Extraverted 22
Sensing 12
Feeling 38
Perceiving 56

Performers have the special ability, even among the Artisans, to delight those around them with their warmth, their good humor, and with their often extraordinary skills in music, comedy, and drama. Whether on the job, with friends, or with their families, Performers are exciting and full of fun, and their great social interest lies in stimulating those around them to take a break from work and worry, to lighten up and enjoy life.

Performers are plentiful, something over ten percent of the population, and this is fortunate, because they bring pleasure to so many of us. Performers are the people for whom it can truly be said "all the world's a stage." Born entertainers, they love the excitement of playing to an audience, and will quickly become the center of attention wherever they are. Performers aren't comfortable being alone, and seek the company of others whenever possible-which they usually find, for they make wonderful playmates. Performers are smooth, talkative, and witty; they always seem to know the latest jokes and stories, and are quick with wisecracks and wordplay-nothing is so serious or sacred that it can't be made fun of. Performers also like to live in the fast lane, and seem up on the latest fashions of dress, food, drink, and music. Lively and uninhibited, Performers are the life of the party, always trying to create in those around them a mood of eat, drink, and be merry.

ESFP Profile

Almost every ESFP loves to talk. Some can be identified by the twenty minute conversation required to ask or answer a simple factual question.

Extraverted Sensing
The dominant function of ESFPs is concerned with the reality that is perceived through the senses. This type's prime directive is to examine the tangible through taste, touch, sight, feeling and hearing. ESFPs' need for new experiences surely results from this function. Feeling gives focus to the collected information, producing the amiable nature of this type. As perceivers, ESFPs do not linger on moral concerns unless it is in service of a Greater Good and/or a unifying cause.

Introverted Feeling
Feeling, which tends to decision-making in the interest of individual beings, is auxiliary to sensing. As with all introverted functions, feeling for ESFPs has a surreal, cryptic, quintessential nature. It is more often implied than verbally expressed, more apparent in countenance and deed rather than word or creed. Feeling takes care that playful pokes and pranks do no harm to the victim.

Extraverted Thinking
This tertiary function is at the ready to give definitive answers when the world requires them. It provides a measure of balance to Introverted Feeling, allowing the ESFP some level of boundary and protection from those who would take advantage. When overused or overestimated, however, Thinking becomes a liability. ESFPs do well to seek out confirmation of the soundness of tough-minded decisions.

Introverted iNtuition
This function is least visible. As is the nature of the inferior (fourth) function, ESFP intuition lacks a sense of balance. This type seems most successful in deducing patterns and seeing connections only after a thorough examination of the facts (which process appears quite unorganized and haphazard to non-SPs). Although some ESFPs may develop such abilities, the mastery of logic, analysis and abstraction is usually difficult and wearying, and not very much fun.
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