Post by Sawyer Jameson on Oct 18, 2015 9:15:52 GMT
Sawyer Avengeline Jameson
FACE CLAIM: Mila Kunis
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AGE: 19
GENDER: Female
ORIENTATION: Pansexual
GROUP: Wanderer
POSITION: Bounty HunterLOOK INTO THE MIRROR...
what do you see?
HEIGHT: 5'4"
HAIR COLOR: Dark brown
EYE COLOR: She has heterochromia. Left eye is green, right eye is brown
MISC: A long broad scar across her neck down to her chest from her childhoodLISTEN TO YOUR VOICE...
what does it say?
PERSONALITY: Cheerful and resilient could be the two biggest traits that define Sawyer. Tough as nails when she's out on the field but incredibly gentle if you treat her right. She doesn't take shit lying down but would always find the best solution to any problems through rational thinking before pulling blasting through guns out. She loves unconditionally and once she's latched on to someone, she's theirs for life.
Though she sometimes has to struggle to get to that happy, especially in these dark times and through what she had to deal with growing up, the inner voice inside her always tells her that it's a complete waste of time to be sad in a world where there's always a chance of improvement.
She still looks at the world as a child would, despite having seen too much already in her nineteen years of life. She refuses to let anybody change that fact. Though she may end up crying alone at night, away from the people she travels with, the next day will find her with a pep in her step and a smile on her face, ready to take charge of life.
SECRET(S): -WE ALL HAVE A STORY...
what's yours?
WORTHY MENTIONS: Dexter Sterling - Mentor, guardian and love of her life
HISTORY: Growing up in the slums with three older brothers and a mother who was constantly sick did not make for a good childhood. Ever since she could remember, Sawyer had had to be the beacon of hope for her family. Her father and brothers worked hard at the Walsh farm for years and Sawyer would have followed in their footsteps. She would regularly send food her mother made for the boys for lunch and dinner and by nightfall, her father would bring home some produce the Walsh family so generously gave to their employees in the caravan he could sometimes bring home to ease their travels.
But what she lacked in monetary value, Sawyer was blessed with so many other things money could not buy. Her time was well spent with her brothers teaching her everything they knew about everything. She learned how to hunt her own game, handle a gun properly and fight as dirty as come all. All before she hit her seventh birthday.
Her first trial though, came at the age of seven when her mother passed away, leaving her to be the sole caretaker of their modest home. This meant she had to spend hours alone at home before sending out food for dinner for the boys. She did her best to lift up their spirits by telling them jokes she read, from old comics they had stacked up in the backroom of their shanty, on their rides back home. For awhile, it seemed like they would go back to their normal family state.
Her second trial came a few years after when one of her brothers was attacked by one of the Doomed. The moment he got to the hospital, he had died from severe blood loss and once again, the Jameson family had to bury their own. Down to four, Sawyer's light diminished just a little bit. But her father and two brothers still needed her, so she kept on keeping on. She would sometimes perform little dance numbers to an old casette player one of her brothers found and made to work and once again, they made to rebuild their little family.
The third trial was a lot harder for her to bounce back from. She was thirteen and she was getting the hang of taking care of what was left of her family. One of her two remaining brothers had decided working closer to home meant Sawyer wouldn't be alone too often. And it also meant she would have company to send food over to the Walsh farm for her father and other brother. They were going home one night, her two brothers were a little tipsy and her and her father were sitting in the front of the caravan when they were stopped by some Furrinas. They had been mistaken for another caravan that was supposed to come through the road and though her father tried to explain that, the bandits didn't want to hear any of it. They stripped the caravan and decided that the Jamesons were hiding the loot somewhere else. A fight broke out which incapacitated two of the Jamesons while the other two had to fend for their lives.
Sawyer managed to crawl under the caravan as she heard her father fighting but no sooner had she done that, she was dragged out by her leg and her chest caught a rock embedded into the ground which slashed her chest and neck as she was drug out. She tried to call out to her dad but one look at the lifeless body on the ground told her no one was going to stop her clothes from being torn and her legs spread apart.
By the time someone else came along, Sawyer was ready to fight back. She was trying to bury her brothers and father when the bounty hunter, Dexter Sterling came, chancing upon her with a shovel. She started swinging at him, thinking he was part of the bandit's group earlier. An almost feral approach was taken as the thirteen year old girl tried to save herself only to find herself in a medical encampment, her gashes being taken care of.
The medical examiner didn't seem all too concerned of the blood that wasn't part of the wound on her neck and gave her painkillers before sending her off to a bunk bed to rest. He didn't even question the man who wanted to leave Sawyer there on her own. Sawyer then realised she had nowhere else to go. Her home was now devoid of any tenants save herself. The caravan had been destroyed. All she had was the bounty hunter who looked like he really was going to leave her there all alone.
The thirteen year old pleaded for him not to leave her there. Tears streaming down her face, she begged him to bring her with him. She had nowhere else to go. She had nobody else to go home to. He was her only hope.
It was only begrudgingly that he agreed and she found herself clinging on to a complete stranger for the next six years of her life. Dexter became her guardian and mentor though not willingly at first. But Sawyer managed to prove herself time and again that she was a quickstudy. She could cook, she could clean, she could sew up a wound with dental floss and still have time to put a bullet in an infected's head.
She slowly won Dexter's trust and together they traipsed through towns and she learned his craft quickly, picking up his habits little by little. With her past behind her, she looked into the future with bright eyes and a bushy tail, refusing to let her past define her.
It became clear to her by the tender age of eighteen that she had grown fond of her partner. Sure, she had gotten to meet a lot of people she was fond of, some she even took the fondness to the next level with, but it was never the same way she felt about her protector. Yes, she loved Dexter Sterling, she was sure of it. Day by day, the older man became someone she looked at longingly with a soft affectionate smile, hoping he would look at her not in the way others have affectionately seen her, as their daughter or little sister, but as a young woman he could fall in love with.
If nothing else, the bubbly young woman was patient. And as long as she had hope, which she did in abundance, she would continue to love him as her partner, her protector, her hero.BEHIND THE MASK...
who are you really?
SAMPLE: doot di doot
USERNAME: Boom shaka laka! But Nu is also okay
AGE GROUP: Late twenties
EXPERIENCE: That'll beeee too long
WHERE DID YOU FIND US? I didn't have a choice
