Post by aurora-jane carson on Dec 18, 2013 0:18:02 GMT -5
AURORA-JANE CARSON
FULL NAME: Aurora-Jane Carson.
NICKNAMES: Rory, AJ, Rawry, Rory-Jane.
AGE: twenty-two.
SEXUALITY: straight.
STATUS: single.
GROUP: student
GRADE: sophomore.
MAJOR: physics.
JOB OCCUPATION: sound engineer at Apollo.
HAIR: Her natural shade is light brown, but ever since she was fourteen she changes the style and colour more often than most men change their socks.
EYES: hazel, though they linger more on the green side.
SCARS/BIRTHMARKS: She has a few from her clumsy childhood, but the worst is on her arm; three inches and deep along her forearm. She also had bite marks on her radius (wristbone) from where she bites it when she’s anxious.
TATTOOS: She had a thin and tiny heart tattooed on her left wrist. There's a cross on her thigh too, in memory of her father. Next to the cross is a hand holding an envelope for all the letters she used to send to him. She has a comical “Shave me” tattoo on her right ankle, along with a patched up heart which she got in high school from a friend. She has a Warped Tour tattoo behind her ear from when she went with friends one year – another secret teenage tattoo. She has a black rectangle with three white bands on her left wrist for herself and her siblings; they all have them. She has three flowers on her left side for the generations of her family. “Accentuate the positive / Eliminate the negative” on her left forearm. It’s a Johnny Mercer lyric and her own philosophy. “TCB” for ‘Takin’ Care of Business’ on her elbow. It’s an Elvis reference and another family tradition. On her right leg she also has the “mirthmobile” from Wayne’s World driving into a rose. It’s her favourite movie to watch with her sister Rosie. On the back of her left wrist she has a simple image of her own gapped teeth and her initials “AJ”; she was once bullied for them, but now she’s proud.
PIERCINGS: Ear lobes twice, left tragus and forward helix. She had her septum pierced too, but took it out..
PLAY-BY: Hayley Williams!
LIKES: science - especially physics, hair dye, piercings, hot chocolate, incense sticks, butterscotch pudding, writing in her diary, Wayne’s World, horror movies, scientific debates, psychology, Phantom of the Opera, long words, reminiscing, odd socks, liquorice, indie music, concerts, singing in the shower, orchids, loud music, reminiscing, fairy lights, reading, photographs, hanging out with her brother, swing sets, candles, feeling comfortable, singing on her own, eyeliner pens, mac and cheese, folk tales.
DISLIKES: when her arm hurts, people pitying her or looking at her weirdly, talking about her coma, insomnia, nightmares, lavender, cooking, itchy piercings, the voices, people asking about her scars, clothing that‘s too tight, perverted guys, gold jewellery, clowns, birds, her anxiety, clichés, talking to strangers, period dramas, pushing people away, being lectured at, power cuts, fighting with her family, losing a debate, being proved wrong, folk getting angry with her, khaki, fur coats.
FEARS: being in a coma again, clowns, birds.
SECRETS: She might awkwardly talk about her experience recovering from the traumatic car accident that put her in a coma when she was sixteen, but what Rory is scared to mention to anyone is that she’s started to have halluncinations.
PERSONALITY: Many of Rory’s personality traits can be associated with the accident she had at sixteen. She’s clumsy and trips over a lot or bumps into things when she‘s not paying attention to everything around her. She tries to be light-hearted most of the time although it can come across as childish. Rory has a high level of intelligence but only in the subject of science and more specifically theoretical physics. Recently it’s the one thing that she’s knows is real. For as much as she is a friendly girl, there’s a lot of times when the brain damage caused doesn’t let people see that. She struggles to be empathic with people she doesn’t know all that well and can come across as insensitive. It’s often a foot-in-mouth kind of thing, but she can’t understand that she’s done it. She can ramble when she’s talking to people and sometimes forget they are there, just because she’s so caught up in what she’s saying, but she is far from being self-centred. Her speech and what she says can be impulsive and as though she hasn’t thought things through at times, but she tries not to let that happen.
She suffers from insomnia and doesn’t sleep for long when she does sleep. Partly it’s a fear of falling into a coma again and others are medical though she has sleeping pills for when things get too out of hand for her. She likes crowds, but only if she’s not the centre of attention and if people aren’t focused on her specifically. When that happens, she gets anxious and can be prone to panic attacks. Her forgetfulness upsets her, which is why she keeps her diary and journal for writing things down. Stress is a huge trigger for her, and though she doesn’t realise it yet – which is surprising given her logical nature – it causes many of her hallucinations. Honestly, she feels like she’s going crazy. It’s making her push people away when she wants to reel them in. Rory has never experienced love before, mostly because back home she was the girl who got hit by a car and nearly died, and in New York she’s just a little too weird for most guys to want to date. So, romantically, she’s clueless. She feels like if a guy asked her out she might throw up on his shoes.
MOTHER: Jane Andrea Carson, 41..
FATHER: Dwight Carson, deceased
SIBLINGS: Spencer Russell Carson, 23
Rosie May Carson 23.
OTHERS: N/A
PETS: Rogue, an Italian Greyhound puppy!
HOMETOWN: Navarro, Texas.
HISTORY: Aurora-Jane Carson was born just eleven months after her older brother and sister, making the three of them rather close siblings from the start. There was hardly any sibling rivalry between them growing up, which their mother gave thanks for. Rory was premature by a month, but there were seemingly no side-effects to the early birth and she was perfectly healthy after a few days of close monitoring. The siblings were so close in age that people used to mistake them for triplets when they first met them, but it was something that was quickly cleared up as they lived in the small town of Navarro, Texas, where their parents had grown up together and fell in love before marrying almost straight out of high school.
Rory didn‘t get much of chance to get to know her father though. He was a fireman and when she was eighteen months old he died in a blaze that got out of control. She couldn‘t understand at the time, of course, but her mother would tell her stories when she was growing up about her father and the things he would do. She felt sad that she never had a dad when the other kids did, but then she couldn‘t really miss what she couldn‘t remember.
At school, she was very quick to learn science and it became a hobby for her at home too. She would have a chemistry kit and read books on biology and physics, but physics was always her favourite as it was the one she knew more about and seemed to absorb knowledge on. The rest of her schoolwork was average for the most part, aside from the few projects where she could apply her logic to it. She liked being able to grasp hold of something that had tangible proof of being real, that was backed up with evidence and examples. It was just how Rory liked things to be. She didn’t like rumours or surprises, and she preferred an encyclopaedia over a storybook.
Life in the small town was pretty good. Rory much preferred her own company to that of friends, but would always hang out with Spencer and Rosie in their tree house and play with them. She was a happy, bubbly girl most of the time who would only ever throw a tantrum when Spencer or her mom moved her things about in her room. When Rory was done playing with a toy, it went back in a certain place and she would play with things in a certain order. She was a clumsy child, always falling over or cutting herself when she was trying to be helpful. Luckily, she never suffered any severe injuries when she was younger and was just like every other kid of her age; bruises and bumps from silly accidents. Throughout her life she got up just after the sun rose and went to sleep long after it had set, sometimes just reading in her room with a flashlight when her mom was downstairs. She just naturally seemed to need just a few hours of sleep a night to fuel her for the day ahead and it was common for her to sleep just six hours or so.
As she slipped into her teens not far behind the twins, Rory’s differences were more visible to her classmates. She began to dye her hair for the fun of it, enjoying playing with the colours and that made her stand out more from her peers, but Rory couldn’t understand why. She continued to excel in science and developed a fond love for music too, but always seemed to retain an innocent, child-like quality about herself. Some of the kids would tease her or bully her, but Spencer was never far away and quickly jumped to his sister’s defence. Rory enjoyed being that science geek who looked and acted different. She just couldn’t understand why that made her a target for the bullies.
When Rory was sixteen, she was walking home from school when she stepped into the road as a car came racing up the street. The driver was a businessman, passing through the small town and talking on his cell phone to his boss. He was going too fast to stop and didn’t see Rory until it was too late. She was hit by the driver and flew over the bonnet of his car before landing motionless in the road, her then red hair pooled out around her as she lay in the shards of glass from the broken lights and windscreen. The driver swerved into a streetlight and then rushed to check on the teenager. Spencer was trying to catch up to his little sister and saw it all happen, racing out to try and help her, but she was unconscious and badly hurt. Rosie was right behind him, already calling an ambulance.
At the hospital, it was revealed to the twins and Jane that Rory had sustained damage to the frontal lobe of her brain and was in a coma with no signs of when she would wake up. Her body was bruised and cut badly; she had cracked ribs, a fractured wrist and there was a break in her other arm too, which was already marred with a nasty cut thanks to the broken windshield and the potholed road.
They watched with each day as Rory slowly began to recover physically, though she remained in the coma. They saw the injuries fade, stitches get removed and her vitals gradually stabilise though doctors didn’t know when or if she would wake from the coma. If she did, they didn’t know what state she would be in or the damage that would have been caused.
Two months passed by before Rory responded to Spencer reaching out and holding her hand. She squeezed his fingers and then a few days later opened her eyes. She didn’t know what had happened or where she was and it took some time for the truth to sink in and for her to understand it all. The doctors began testing her for the damage that had been done and with the length of her coma too, she had to start physiotherapy to strengthen her body again. It was a neurology specialist who visited the family in Rory’s private room one day to talk about Rory’s psychological evaluations and what he believed to be the outcome of the damage to the frontal lobe. The doctors told the family that the lasting damage meant she had a touch of Aleximythia and that she may speak without thinking, or struggle to emphasise with other people now. They expressed concern about Rory’s future comforts and changes to her life, along with memory lapses and further conditions that might occur in the time to come.
Rory’s spoken words seemed to be more impulsive than before and she was blunt with what she said, sometimes hurting feelings or slamming her hand over her mouth when she had said them. It was almost as though she had no filter to block the thoughts from the spoken word. She was referred for behavioural and social therapy to help her combat this, though it would continue to happen from time to time, especially if she was caught off guard or surprised by some news.
When Rory was released from the hospital and returned home, she was eager to catch up on what she had missed in school and get back into her routines and familiar patterns. Spencer helped her as much as he could, sometimes doing her homework for her or helping her with her physiotherapy until her body was strengthened again. Every now and then, she would be bedridden with migraines too and the follow up appointments at the hospital suggested that these were results of her accident and that she shouldn’t worry too much unless the migraine continued for a number of days.
She grew to hate people looking at her with pitiful eyes and it made her suffer panic attacks whenever she had to give a presentation or speak in public. Crowds were strangely soothing, so long as she was only part of one and invisible. The people in the town pitied her or would treat her differently when they were around her. Some spoke as though she wasn’t standing right there and it distressed her to no end.
She had two years of psychotherapy to help her adjust to social situations and when she was eighteen, Rory was a lot better with talking to people and remember new information. The therapist suggested that she keep a diary for new dates and appointments and keep a journal and write down how she felt. It worked too. Rory seemed capable of logically processing her feelings to understand them, but verbalising them ending up with someone offended or hurt, and her siblings trying to deal with the mistakes.
She wanted to go to college to study physics, but her accident had set her back a little bit and she needed to catch up first on her studies, but with Spencer’s and Rosie’s help, it was no problem at all. The only problems came with the injuries, the forgetfulness and the anxiety that struck from time to time. She struggled to sleep too; scared she might fall back into a coma if she did. She might not have slept much in the past, but now it got worse and there would be days that went by when Rory wouldn’t sleep at all. Eventually, she was given sleeping pills to ease the exhaustion, but they didn’t always work and she didn’t want to rely on them forever.
Finally, she was ready for college, but scared her mom when she mentioned New York. She wanted to see the city that never sleeps and get away from everyone knowing her business. Rory, despite everything, was capable of looking after herself and her symptoms were the kind many people wouldn’t really look twice at. She wanted a fresh start and a chance to regain the anonymity she had most certainly lost after her accident. All that was physically left now was the scars; most of which had faded or only visible up close. The ones that remained and would do for a long time were her reminders of how short life could be and how lucky she really was. People seemed to stare at the one on her arm if they saw it, but most were polite not to question it, which Rory was thankful for. She didn’t mind talking about the accident briefly, but going into detail about it was what made folk pity her or treat her differently and the whole point of the move was to avoid that.
Rory settled in to New York life well. She had to switch doctors, but no one knew unless she told them what she had been through. She got to start studying physics at college and everything seemed to be going well. Until her sophomore year began. The migraines she suffered from had been bad over the summer break, but now she was seeing things. Spiders were everywhere, people weren’t who they were supposed to be. She felt like she was losing her mind, but she was terrified of telling anyone what was going on. Because what if this wasn’t explained away by “oh, well you were hit by a car when you were sixteen?”. She had been told that everything had “settled” already. It had taken her six years to get this far and now she was petrified of losing her sanity and being called crazy.
YOUR ALIAS: KIM.
RULE WORDS: kidnappedbykim.
WHERE YOU FOUND US: In the night sky.
SAMPLE:Pssh!
