Copied, pasted, then trimmed -- Miss Braddock returns. I may choose a different ability for her, though; Jezza's space-warping seems able to generate a similar effect.
In the meantime, the Red Knight rides. Expect a template for him within the next week or so.
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"Reality is but a prison."
Name: Thyme “Sage” Braddock
Age: 23
Gender: Female
Abilities: Sage entertains herself through drawing, painting, and playing the piano; the last is only a hobby, but she is skilled at all three. Sometimes, she gets so lost in her work/play that it seems hours have ticked by—yet when she checks the clock, only about twenty minutes have passed. Though she does not realize it, Sage has the tendency to produce small "time pockets" around her person, in which time flows faster than her surroundings.
Usually it happens at home in her apartment, when nobody else is affected. In the presence of others, however, she would appear to move like a video in fast-forward—while she would perceive everything as being slow. Sage has no control over this phenomenon; at the moment, it is totally random.
Appearance: Sage stands at about 5’5”, with a short torso, and relatively long limbs and fingers (the latter from being a pianist). Her face has a definitely impish quality about it—round, with a delicately pointed chin; large green-brown eyes; a wide, talkative mouth; a smallish, upturned nose. Her brown, wavy hair reaches a ways past shoulder length, in a messier, freer version of the "Zooey Deschenel haircut".
She prefers to dress casually, but dress well. Flowing, blouse-y garments give her a free range of movement, while sweaters are comfortable and warm. Despite being a natural fit for skinny jeans, Sage favors jeans with a wide flared leg, in colors including but not limited to navy blue. For shoes, something flat and comfortable fits the bill. Overall, she likes to present a clean, attractive image, but would rather her appearance be a non-factor than a dominating factor.
Personality: As a professional artist, Sage maintains a healthy balance of fact and fancy.
Sympathizing with fact is her commercial work, most of which is laden with social commentary. In reaction to her parents’ strange Victorian ways, Sage has become quite the outspoken liberal, using humor and wit to effectively spread ideas. She loves to allow her mind to roam through images and words, finding all the clever ways they can be juxtaposed. The public artist—Sage Braddock—is known equally for quality work, biting humor, and a kind of social activism.
Engaged in debate with someone, she can sometimes push too hard, and end up sounding caustic or cruel. While her parents taught her to be content with silence, college made her feel comfortable with being outspoken—but didn’t teach her any sort of moderation. Sometimes, the persona of Sage Braddock gets out of hand, taking a while to reel back in...
Then she steps away from wit and reason, and stretches her creative muscles simply for pleasure. Hours tick away without care, and the product of her break is a piece that exists solely for its own sake. Sage usually keeps most of these, but has sold them privately on occasion.
Biography: Sage is the unfortunate daughter of Basil and Rosemary Braddock, indisputably the oddest couple in Pleasington. For whatever reason, the two behave uncannily like Victorian gentlefolk. This is no exaggeration: Their dialect is archaic, their clothes are archaic, their ideals are archaic, and both feel scandalized at little more than an ankle’s worth of exposed skin. Basil and Rosemary are, therefore, in a perpetual state of feeling offended—not the best environment for a budding child.
Little Thyme was a very well-spoken child for her age, partly because her parents preached grammar from nineteenth-century handbooks. She was taught politeness, decorum, and modesty; she even wore the closest thing to a child’s frock. The house’s lone television was strictly forbidden her, so Thyme received little exposure to any world beyond her parents’ Victorian fantasy. She was home-schooled until about third grade, until her mother fell theatrically ill for a long stretch of time, forcing her to be enrolled in public school...
There, Thyme experienced the rude awakening from which her parents had tried to shelter her. She was struck speechless by classrooms packed full of children her age—dressed in unfamiliar clothes, joking about unfamiliar things, using unfamiliar words, and learning unfamiliar concepts. The teachers tried to be receptive, but most of the other children just snubbed the strange, pale girl who "talked weird."
So, bit by bit, she came to learn the real world.
By the time she arrived at Jefferson High School, Thyme had reached a crossroads in her development.
Her parents thought that college was an unnecessary step for a young woman, but art had given Thyme a path to a hefty scholarship. Through some careful bending of the truth, she convinced them to send her to study art in college. There, she experienced a sudden awakening—thrust into the current of diverse opinions on campus. Her first year was a rush of excitement and learning, in which she adopted the name "Sage"; her second year was a hedonistic splurge that taught her some moderation; and her remaining two years helped solidify her identity.
Rather than return home, Sage moved into an Albany apartment, and began a career as an artist. Since then, she hasn’t looked back -- until a letter from her parents convinced Sage to visit Pleasington for a few days, and hopefully smooth the rough patches in their relationship. At this point, she can only hope.
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