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The Unwanted.

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The Unwanted.

Lynette Marshall

Location: Harlan- Home
Interacting with: Family/Cops

****

'You one of them freaks?'

The words burned in her brain as she shifted restlessly in her bed. She just wanted to rest, Lynette wanted to close her eyes and escape but sleep wouldn't come. Instead she glared up with tear soaked eyes at the dark ceiling while her finger tips brushed over the mark that had appeared on her arm. It had come out of no where; dark beneath the thin white scars that laid there. It felt like it had always been there- apart of her. Yet every time she looked at it, it filled her with dread.

'Tille had a mark.'

Her mind viciously whispered. It was true though. She had seen it for herself before the night she was murdered. It was rumored that the people who had killed her cut it off her body that night. Like a sick trophy.

Tille was someone the community liked. She was kind hearted and always the first to lend a hand. Yet, they still killed her. They tortured her and took her life. Fueled by fear and mistrust. If they could do that to someone they liked what would happen to her?

Her eye ached in response. She already knew.

It was easy to keep it hidden during the day. Her jacket covered both her scars and the mark but when it came to work she was left in the open. At first she had tried to cover it with a bandage but that drew more attention and eventually her boss had pulled her aside and questioned her. Each shift she could feel eyes burn a hole at her arm. The air shifted when she approached her customers and fear burned in the pit of her stomach. She should of known it was only a matter of time. Lynette closed her eyes and let the memories drown her.

He wasn't even in her section that night. Jared, a man she had known for years. He had called her over while sitting with a couple of his work buddies. Covered in the days grease and grime from working at the auto shoppe.

"What can I get you?"

"What's on your arm."

It was like someone had shoved ice into her spine. Lynette could feel his eyes bore into hers. He hadn't asked a question, what he said was a statement and Lynette was caught as panic flooded her senses.

"I- it's a tattoo." she stammered trying to think up a quick lie, "In honor of Tille." Her voice was tight as she searched his face for a reaction but there was none, instead he looked across the table at his friends and asked for another round of beers. Lynette could feel the relief that came as she walked away. She was in the clear and soon the whole situation had faded from her mind.

At the end of her shift, as always, she went to walk the few blocks to her parents humble home. The sky was dark and heavy with stars that smattered across its vastness. She had never been afraid to walk around at night but then again she never had a reason too be afraid before.

It was his heavy steps that alerted her to his presence first. The faint scent of beer that wafted from his body. He was plastered. No doubt after they had left they hit the local pub while waiting for her shift to be over.

"You one of them freaks?"

Jared had asked, speech slurred. His friends had been with him. Each as drunk as the other as they circled her. Lynette never had the chance to speak as the first hit rocked her small frame. The pain caused her vision to darken as she landed smack on the ground below. From there it was a blur. The insults. The pain. It all melded together as they kicked and spat at her. It felt like hours had passed before they stepped back. Leaving her bleeding and sobbing on the side of the road.

She didn't even remember coming home, just that her mother had dropped the cup she was getting out of the cabinet when her daughter came through the door. Her father had dialed the police despite her weak protests. She didn't want them to know. She didn't want them to see. Her fear of them rejecting her burned brightly.

The police took her statement. She remembered them pressing her for information as to what may of set them off but all she could do was shrug.

She was lucky, though. Nothing was broken just some bad bruseing and a swollen, black eye.

The sky outside had already started to turn pink with the rising sun. She listened quietly as the world began to wake. Cars rumbling to life. Her parents shuffling downstairs to start a pot of coffee. She wanted to get up and join them. She wanted to laugh and help her mom make breakfast but she couldn't move; wouldn't move.

A soft rapping came from her door, "Lynn, honey? Are you up?" Her mom's voice called softly. She could feel the worry in her tone and it stung her. As if she was causing her mother pain. Lynette didn't bother to respond. Instead she snuggled further down into her comforter and hoped her mother would just leave her be.

"Lynn. Baby. You need to get up," her mom spoke louder as she opened the door, "The police are here."

Lynette rolled to look back at her mother. Sure enough there was two state troopers standing behind her like body guards.

"Miss," One of the officers stepped forward, "We're going to need you to get dressed and pack a few things. You'll need to come with us."

Lynette shot up in bed. She looked over at her mother who was wringing her hands as tears slipped down her face.

"We'll give you a minute to get ready." They nodded curtly and backed away.

"Mom?" But her mom didn't answer. Instead she just shut the door and left her daughter to process what was being asked of her.

****

"Is this necessary?!" Ryan yelled at the officers while his wife sat on the couch, face buried in her hands crying.

"Sir, we understand this is a difficult situation but you must trust us."

"Trust you?! You're trying to take my daughter! She's only seventeen!" He knew he was out of line but he couldn't control himself. Lynette was his only child. His precious little girl and now they wanted to take her. Whisk her away to some unknown place.

One of the officers had had enough as he lurched forward. Squaring up to the belligerent man as his mouth formed a hard line, "I. Was. There!" He breathed.

"I was there the night you called. I saw her! I saw her bleeding and crying and I saw it. And I know you did too." Lynette's jacket had fallen down off her shoulder, exposing the devil mark on her flesh. He didn't say anything about it that night. The girl was already too shaken about being jumped but he knew. He knew the reason why she was attacked and now he was here, trying to rescue her before the next call he got was about her body.

"You remember Tille. That is exactly what is going to happen if we don't get her out of here."

Ryan had gone quite. The weight of his words hitting him hard before he abruptly swung around to punch the wall behind him, "Fuck!" He roared.

"Sir, you need to ca-" an officer was cut off by the soft thud of a small pack hitting the bottom of the stairs.

****

She stood there, shell shocked, before stepping off the bottom step. Lynette had gotten ready in mute silence. Her whole body and mind numb.

A moment passed before her mother rushed off the couch and encircled her daughter with a tight embrace. Her father followed suit and while most teens would hate the feeling of being smothered by their parents, Lynette welcomed their warmth around her stiff frame. Soon she dissolved into a shivering mess. Her cries echoing her mother's as she managed to choke out, "I don't want to go." Her voice was edged with fear and pain. She didn't want to leave. She wanted them to tell her to go back and unpack her things. Instead the senior officer stepped forward and held out a comforting hand.

"Miss, I'm going to take care of you. Don't you worry."

Her parents reluctantly stepped back as Lynette handed him her pack. Still shivering with silent tears she followed them to the police car waiting outside. They opened the door for Lynette and she hesitated, looking back at her weeping parents and silently begging them to fight for her. But the words never came and she slowly climbed inside. While she sat there she could feel her heart breaking in her chest.

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I'll be posting my intro shortly.

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Well Lynette works as a waitress at sazzon. So she'd probably know people from there, even if just barely, then from school as well.

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@AcerRo

I also live in the south, in Kentucky to be exact, and while you're right that this place can be wonderful. I've witnessed a lot of racial hate and even more so as of recently and not just in southern states but all of them. It's definitely an interesting perspective that Llama presents with his character though.

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@SheriffLlama
To be honest, it definitely makes me cringe to read it. Though with more thought I can see where and why it'd be used. Race is still a big issue in the south so I can see you using it when and where it'd apply; realistically speaking.

So long opinion short: I'll probably always cringe at the word but I have no say against you using it as long as it's not excessive.

The Unwanted.

Lynette Marshall

Female

Seventeen

Place of Birth
Danville, Kentucky

Sexuality
Pansexual

Relationship Status
Single

Occupation
Waitress at Sazon

Appearance
Lynette is woefully average across the board. She stands at an average of five foot five. Her weight, while slim, held no hints of athletic tones or voluptuous curves. There was a tint of tawny color to her pallid flesh; a credit to her mixed heritage. Though her ruddy reddish locks held onto her Irish roots. Her skin was marred with a mix of freckles and upon her left shoulder laid silver slivers of scars from a more depressing time in her life.
Even her wardrobe was incredibly average. Despite Kentuckys warm weather she usually dawns a light jacket or long sleeves; in attempt to hide her scars from prying eyes. Her jacket cuffs are frayed from nervous twiddling and one of her favorites suffers from a hole in the pocket. Yet, she can't find it within herself to throw it away. Lynette has a preference for dark or neutral tones. Usually wearing the same dark stained jeans that was bought in bulk and basic black sneakers.

Power:

Tremors

This particular power allows Lynette to create small earthquakes around her. Tremors are not particularly powerful by themselves though hers has a small probability of either creating or activating sinkholes.

She has very little to no control over the AOE of her power. For a basic attack (level 1-5) it spreads five feet in front of whatever direction she is facing. For an attack that would take enough blood to cause her to pass out(level six); it'd go out ten feet in small circle around her. For fully grown adult sacrifices, capable of knocking down a decent sized building and above(level 7-12), it'd reach out fifteen feet in full circle.

Cost of powers use:
A basic; you get what you give.
Being that tremors are low scale earthquakes it takes a considerable amount of blood to do any serious damage. On her own she can produce up to a six; a six requires enough blood to cause her to pass out. Anything above needs a fully grown adult sacrifice and increases by one person per level.

Richter scale

1-Not felt except by a very few under especially favorable conditions.
2-Felt only by a few persons at rest, especially on upper floors of buildings. Delicately suspended objects may swing.
3-Felt quite noticeably by persons indoors, especially on upper floors of buildings. Many people do not recognize it as an earthquake. Standing motor cars may rock slightly. Vibration similar to the passing of a truck. Duration estimated.
4-Felt indoors by many, outdoors by few during the day. At night, some awakened. Dishes, windows, doors disturbed; walls make cracking sound. Sensation like heavy truck striking building. Standing motor cars rocked noticeably.
5-Felt by nearly everyone; many awakened. some dishes, windows broken. Unstable objects overturned. Pendulum clocks may stop.
6-Felt by all, many frightened. Some heavy furniture moved; a few instances of fallen plaster. Damage slight.
7-Damage negligible in buildings of good design and construction; slight to moderate in well-built ordinary structures; considerable damage in poorly built or badly designed structures; some chimneys broken.
8-Damage slight in specially designed structures; considerable damage in ordinary substantial buildings with partial collapse. Damage great in poorly built structures. Fall of chmineys, factory stacks, columns, monuments, walls. Heavy furniture overturned.
9-Damage considerable in specially designed structures; well-designed frame structures thrown out of plumb. Damage great in substantial buildings, with partial collapse. Buildings shifted off foundations.
10-Some well-built wooden structures destroyed; most masonry and frame structures destroyed with foundations. Rail bent.
11-Few, if any (masonry) structures remain standing. Bridges destroyed. Rails bent greatly.
12-Damage total. Lines of sight and level are distorted. Objects thrown into the air.

Skills
If you live in the south then you should have at least basic knowledge of how to set up a camp site and go hunting. Needless to say Lynette had a very minimal skill set pertaining to such. She can start a campfire and pitch a tent. Maybe even reel in a fish or two; but that's pretty much all in that department.
She's a decent hiker and knows enough about the stars positions to navigate at night.

Personality

If it wasn't for the small population Lynette would probably mostly unknown by her community. She was often very passive and shy. More known for keeping her nose buried in a good book than much else. She has a slight problem known as 'resting bitch face' which borderlines murderous glare when reality interrupts her reading. When it comes to people Lynette has a very interesting take on things. People are very black and white to her. Either they're her best friend or her enemy. There is no in between which can cause tremendous stress on her relationships as she can become extremely clingy and slightly possessive of her friends. When she feels slighted by those close to her she's often defensive or cruel towards them. From this behavior her social circle is very small as not many people can handle the constant whiplash of emotions. From an outside take she can be labeled as 'petty' and 'dishonest' but from a personal view everything she says and feels is very real and very strong. Criticism feels like an attack and when people begin to pull away from her, Lynette is left feeling abandoned and betrayed.

Though she is ferociously loyal to her friends. Often finding herself defending them from any slight by outsiders. She's even gone out of her way to spread malicious rumors about those who dared to cross a friends path. Needless to say; she's a bit extreme. Though at her core she is a sensitive and sweet person. She genuinely wants to be liked by others and has even sacrificed personal morals to help fit in at times.

History

While Lynette was born in Danville she actually spent her first five years in the wonderfully small town of Harrodsburg, Kentucky. A small, slightly ancient, town that seemed to be the perfect starter place for the newly weds. Her father worked at nearby factory while her mother stayed at home and manned the house. They had no plans to move back to the hills, even after having their daughter life seemed pretty smooth. That was until her grandfather passed and left her father's childhood home in his name.
Apparently there was some serious debate on the subject of selling the house or moving in but her father's strong sentimentality won out in the end. Lynette was to young to remember or give much voice to which was a better place to live. Outside of photos, Harlan was the only home she had memory of and it was a decent home she supposed. Movies and shows always seemed to romanticize small towns. Making the townspeople out to be quirky and cute and super friendly. That was until you actually lived in one and realized they're not quirky; they're racist and usually on some type of drug. Everyone was usually sleeping with someone and if you were; everyone knew about it. Small towns run on rumors, drama and the dream of getting out.

Despite all of that. Lynette grew up in a fairly normal way. She was never super social. Preferring her own imagination to actual people. She loved running through the trees as she lead her shadow army against the unknown forest creatures. Her peculiar behavior didn't help her either, keeping her at an arms length from most people. Her parents at first thought it was cute and innocent but as she grew and the behavior only seemed to worsen; they grew worried.

At the age of ten she was placed in therapy. They had hoped to find the root of her 'issues' but with each new therapist Lynette would keep to her lies. She painted herself as someone with friends and a decent handle of socialization and after their fifth attempt her parents eventually gave up.

Now Lynette had known Tille. They had spoken throughout the years though they were never close friends by any means. She liked the fact that the youth was genuinely kindhearted. It was actually on Tille's encouragement that she placed herself back into therapy after a year of battling with her depression and self harm addiction. She had even opened up enough for her therapist to make a diagnosis. Bpd- or more known as Borderline personality disorder.

She never got to thank the girl for it either. Part of her was too embarrassed to even approach Tille. Her death though, her death shook her to the core. It was rumored thar she was possessed. That Satan had taken over the poor girls soul. Small town folk were extremely religious and often superstitious but even so, she was like a shining gem among them. Or so she had thought. The brutality that came from her death. The pure hatred and fear that they took out on her body. No one did anything about it. They whispered about in the shadows but lacked the courage to speak out against her murderers. It felt like a hot coal had dropped into the pit of her stomach and Lynette turned to her old vice for comfort. It from there she discovered she had a secret of her own. Luckily she wasn't the only one. She was careful when trying to find the others. Fearful of meeting the same fate but they were lucky in that area at least. No longer feeling safe in the hills they called home; they fled.

The Unwanted.

Did you want us to go ahead and transfer our characters to the character tab, or did you wish too?

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@AcerRo Hurray. I'm glad you liked it. I went through five different ideas before settling. I was afraid the power might of been too OP.

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Here you go. Let me know if I made any errors or need to change anything.

Lynette Marshall

Female

Seventeen

Place of Birth
Danville, Kentucky

Sexuality
Pansexual

Relationship Status
Single

Occupation
Waitress at Sazon

Appearance
Lynette is woefully average across the board. She stands at an average of five foot five. Her weight, while slim, held no hints of athletic tones or voluptuous curves. There was a tint of tawny color to her pallid flesh; a credit to her mixed heritage. Though her ruddy reddish locks held onto her Irish roots. Her skin was marred with a mix of freckles and upon her left shoulder laid silver slivers of scars from a more depressing time in her life.
Even her wardrobe was incredibly average. Despite Kentuckys warm weather she usually dawns a light jacket or long sleeves; in attempt to hide her scars from prying eyes. Her jacket cuffs are frayed from nervous twiddling and one of her favorites suffers from a hole in the pocket. Yet, she can't find it within herself to throw it away. Lynette has a preference for dark or neutral tones. Usually wearing the same dark stained jeans that was bought in bulk and basic black sneakers.

Power:

Tremors

This particular power allows Lynette to create small earthquakes around her. Tremors are not particularly powerful by themselves though hers has a small probability of either creating or activating sinkholes.

She has very little to no control over the AOE of her power. For a basic attack (level 1-5) it spreads five feet in front of whatever direction she is facing. For an attack that would take enough blood to cause her to pass out(level six); it'd go out ten feet in small circle around her. For fully grown adult sacrifices, capable of knocking down a decent sized building and above(level 7-12), it'd reach out fifteen feet in full circle.

Cost of powers use:
A basic; you get what you give.
Being that tremors are low scale earthquakes it takes a considerable amount of blood to do any serious damage. On her own she can produce up to a six; a six requires enough blood to cause her to pass out. Anything above needs a fully grown adult sacrifice and increases by one person per level.

Richter scale

1-Not felt except by a very few under especially favorable conditions.
2-Felt only by a few persons at rest, especially on upper floors of buildings. Delicately suspended objects may swing.
3-Felt quite noticeably by persons indoors, especially on upper floors of buildings. Many people do not recognize it as an earthquake. Standing motor cars may rock slightly. Vibration similar to the passing of a truck. Duration estimated.
4-Felt indoors by many, outdoors by few during the day. At night, some awakened. Dishes, windows, doors disturbed; walls make cracking sound. Sensation like heavy truck striking building. Standing motor cars rocked noticeably.
5-Felt by nearly everyone; many awakened. some dishes, windows broken. Unstable objects overturned. Pendulum clocks may stop.
6-Felt by all, many frightened. Some heavy furniture moved; a few instances of fallen plaster. Damage slight.
7-Damage negligible in buildings of good design and construction; slight to moderate in well-built ordinary structures; considerable damage in poorly built or badly designed structures; some chimneys broken.
8-Damage slight in specially designed structures; considerable damage in ordinary substantial buildings with partial collapse. Damage great in poorly built structures. Fall of chmineys, factory stacks, columns, monuments, walls. Heavy furniture overturned.
9-Damage considerable in specially designed structures; well-designed frame structures thrown out of plumb. Damage great in substantial buildings, with partial collapse. Buildings shifted off foundations.
10-Some well-built wooden structures destroyed; most masonry and frame structures destroyed with foundations. Rail bent.
11-Few, if any (masonry) structures remain standing. Bridges destroyed. Rails bent greatly.
12-Damage total. Lines of sight and level are distorted. Objects thrown into the air.

Skills
If you live in the south then you should have at least basic knowledge of how to set up a camp site and go hunting. Needless to say Lynette had a very minimal skill set pertaining to such. She can start a campfire and pitch a tent. Maybe even reel in a fish or two; but that's pretty much all in that department.
She's a decent hiker and knows enough about the stars positions to navigate at night.

Personality

If it wasn't for the small population Lynette would probably mostly unknown by her community. She was often very passive and shy. More known for keeping her nose buried in a good book than much else. She has a slight problem known as 'resting bitch face' which borderlines murderous glare when reality interrupts her reading. When it comes to people Lynette has a very interesting take on things. People are very black and white to her. Either they're her best friend or her enemy. There is no in between which can cause tremendous stress on her relationships as she can become extremely clingy and slightly possessive of her friends. When she feels slighted by those close to her she's often defensive or cruel towards them. From this behavior her social circle is very small as not many people can handle the constant whiplash of emotions. From an outside take she can be labeled as 'petty' and 'dishonest' but from a personal view everything she says and feels is very real and very strong. Criticism feels like an attack and when people begin to pull away from her, Lynette is left feeling abandoned and betrayed.

Though she is ferociously loyal to her friends. Often finding herself defending them from any slight by outsiders. She's even gone out of her way to spread malicious rumors about those who dared to cross a friends path. Needless to say; she's a bit extreme. Though at her core she is a sensitive and sweet person. She genuinely wants to be liked by others and has even sacrificed personal morals to help fit in at times.

History

While Lynette was born in Danville she actually spent her first five years in the wonderfully small town of Harrodsburg, Kentucky. A small, slightly ancient, town that seemed to be the perfect starter place for the newly weds. Her father worked at nearby factory while her mother stayed at home and manned the house. They had no plans to move back to the hills, even after having their daughter life seemed pretty smooth. That was until her grandfather passed and left her father's childhood home in his name.
Apparently there was some serious debate on the subject of selling the house or moving in but her father's strong sentimentality won out in the end. Lynette was to young to remember or give much voice to which was a better place to live. Outside of photos, Harlan was the only home she had memory of and it was a decent home she supposed. Movies and shows always seemed to romanticize small towns. Making the townspeople out to be quirky and cute and super friendly. That was until you actually lived in one and realized they're not quirky; they're racist and usually on some type of drug. Everyone was usually sleeping with someone and if you were; everyone knew about it. Small towns run on rumors, drama and the dream of getting out.

Despite all of that. Lynette grew up in a fairly normal way. She was never super social. Preferring her own imagination to actual people. She loved running through the trees as she lead her shadow army against the unknown forest creatures. Her peculiar behavior didn't help her either, keeping her at an arms length from most people. Her parents at first thought it was cute and innocent but as she grew and the behavior only seemed to worsen; they grew worried.

At the age of ten she was placed in therapy. They had hoped to find the root of her 'issues' but with each new therapist Lynette would keep to her lies. She painted herself as someone with friends and a decent handle of socialization and after their fifth attempt her parents eventually gave up.

Now Lynette had known Tille. They had spoken throughout the years though they were never close friends by any means. She liked the fact that the youth was genuinely kindhearted. It was actually on Tille's encouragement that she placed herself back into therapy after a year of battling with her depression and self harm addiction. She had even opened up enough for her therapist to make a diagnosis. Bpd- or more known as Borderline personality disorder.

She never got to thank the girl for it either. Part of her was too embarrassed to even approach Tille. Her death though, her death shook her to the core. It was rumored thar she was possessed. That Satan had taken over the poor girls soul. Small town folk were extremely religious and often superstitious but even so, she was like a shining gem among them. Or so she had thought. The brutality that came from her death. The pure hatred and fear that they took out on her body. No one did anything about it. They whispered about in the shadows but lacked the courage to speak out against her murderers. It felt like a hot coal had dropped into the pit of her stomach and Lynette turned to her old vice for comfort. It from there she discovered she had a secret of her own. Luckily she wasn't the only one. She was careful when trying to find the others. Fearful of meeting the same fate but they were lucky in that area at least. No longer feeling safe in the hills they called home; they fled.