Name: Erin Baker

Age: 17



Occupation: Baker/Pastry chef

Personality: The world is full of stories, voices speaking out, just waiting to be heard. If you listen closely enough, you can learn to speak back to them as well. Erin may seem ordinary and calm when you first meet her, but if you pay any attention at all you’ll soon realize that she sees the world a bit differently than most anyone. Everything has meaning, nothing is an accident, and you can always try to do something to change what might have been fate. At first she is reserved and polite, but as she gets to know someone she begins to let her more eccentric nature show, eventually trying to teach them how to hear the voices too. She has an overall skeptical view of people but an optimistic outlook on life.

History:
Erin was born in the middle of a thunderstorm, the first lights she ever saw were the jagged bolts of lightning outside. The townspeople say that’s why her eyes are fragmented between green and gold, the lightning having shattered her soul at birth. The eyes are the windows to the soul after all. Growing up, they all attributed her strange behaviors to this as well. Before the age of 10, she’d gained a reputation as a troublemaker, and perhaps even a young witch. She would go about town in her younger years and cause all sorts of mayhem, asking questions that ought not be asked and playing pranks, harassing the townsfolk, or at least in their opinions she was. It was never her fault though, they just couldn’t understand why she had to do this. A slight inconvenience is much better than death, after all. They’d never listen when she’d try to explain that. The townsfolk would swear that she had the devil in her.

She can’t recall when she first could hear and speak to the voices, she believes it was before her father died in a fire when she was 7, but thinks it must have been after she almost drowned in the river at age 5. She wasn’t unlucky, or cursed, those things just seem to happen a lot in her town. The voices tell her sometimes who’s going to be in danger next, and sometimes they only tell her that something bad is going to happen in a certain place, and she’ll try to get people to avoid it. Usually the voices are right about something bad happening, but the details are always slightly off, like the time when she was 9 and they told her that the sky would fall down and crush everyone, it was really only chunks of ice that fell accompanied by thunder and lightning. Usually she could try to do something to “save” the people, but if they didn’t listen to her and got hurt anyway they’d blame her for it, claiming that she’d caused their misfortune. Around age 11 she stopped openly trying to act on what the voices told her, and decided that people might trust or believe in her more if she acted more like them, stupid and oblivious to the potential danger of the world around them. She helped her mother run the bakery then, after years practicing she became an almost “normal” girl, unable for an outsider to tell she was different at all. It helped when talking to those that didn’t know her as well, but many of the townsfolk were too wary and untrusting of her even after her change of tactic to believe her at all.

It was dreary outside as lightning broke the skies, the warm little bakery empty as no one would dare brave the elements on a day like today for a simple loaf of bread they could make at home. Erin was cleaning the front room and humming as she swept, at least until a crash of thunder and whispering voice broke her happy tune. The words she thought she’d heard were nonsensical, and she closed her eyes for a moment as she tried to decipher it. After a short while the sound of the rain falling hard on the roof and the thundering outside faded away, and all she could hear was the quiet voice in her mind, until that too stopped. Confused, she opened her eyes again, only to find she was not where she’d ought to be.

Other: so, she’s not actually psychic or magic or anything, just insane. The “predictions” the voices give her are very vague, however she herself is very observant, noticing patterns and cues as to what might happen next in a series of events the same way we might predict the outcome of a scene in a book or movie given the story told to us so far by the author.