SterlingCharacter's real name: Sterling Ferrari
Codename/Alias: none
Gender: Female
Age: 22
Nationality/Ethnicity: American, vague Italian ancestry
Birthplace: Lancaster, California
Personality: Calm, quite, stoic, calculating. She is very intelligent and prefers to think though all her choices before making a decision. She is all about logic and strategy and sometimes that gets in the way of being empathetic with others. Along with her stoicness, this can make her seem cold and uncaring, but in reality she is loyal and kind and only wants the best for those she cares about. She wants to fit in with other people but finds it very hard to be social.
Notes (Hobbies, Phobias, Worries, ect.): She doesn’t like rodents, however instead of flipping out when she sees one, she will freeze and stare unmovingly at them until it either runs away or someone ‘saves’ her. She loves shoes and cars will become easily distracted by either if she sees some she thinks are particularly nice. She doesn’t really worry about much other than that, unless there is a problem she is trying to solve then it will bother her to the point of not being able to sleep. She likes to read, especially mystery novels, and also plays strategy games, at which she is very good.
Allegiance (Good, Bad, or Neutral): Neutral, unless persuaded otherwise.
Everyday clothing: She doesn’t generally care about clothing (other than shoes). She can usually be found in a dirty loose fitting T-shirt and torn jeans (her work clothes) or if she is feeling nice—a small tank top and lessly torn jeans. Whatever she is wearing though, she always has on a loose fitting pendent that her father apparently gave her mother before he disappeared. It is her only connection to her father.
Pajamas: loose blue drawstring cotton bottoms and a white tank top.
Hair color and style: shoulder length black with a very small section of big pinkish purple underneath in the back (if she were to part her hair and put it in pig tails, there would be a streak of color starting at the nape of her neck running through each tail) and longish swooping bangs. She usually has something—a frilly clip or head scarf—in her hair to hold it back from her face.
Eye color: dark green
Height:5’ 6’’
Build: Medium
Scars: her hands are callused and she has the typical scars a mechanic might have on her hands and arms.
Tattoos: none
Piercings: several on both ears.
Description of ability(ies):
She has the ability to communicate ‘telepathically’ with machines and electric devices. She can also inherently understand how to use them and how they work, so long as the machine/system is willing to cooperate with her. The longer she has telepathic contact with the device, the more she will understand it and, perhaps, have the knowledge to rebuild/replicate it (if she some how all the pieces to do so) or use it again without needing to establishing a connection.
She doesn’t ‘hear’ every machine and electrical device at once; generally she has to establish a connection with it in order to hear it speak. Most very simple devices (ie, telephones, nightlights ect) have the ‘intelligence’ of animals, and are about as communicative as such. The more complex the device, the better its ability to communicate with Sterling. There are also devices also that are so complex and powerful they can reach out and establish a connection with her. This has happened a few times, but so far they have been simply curious and not malevolent. In theory a malevolent device this powerful could establish a connection to her and over power her with its will.
Cons (weaknesses) of ability(ies): Just like with people, not every machine she meets likes her or responds agreeably to her. If the machine/system she encounters decides it does not want to cooperate or considers her an enemy, she will not be able to use it—though she could still speak to it. She has a chance of being able to force her will on a completely uncooperative machine, as long as she has encountered an agreeable one similar to it in the past, but the strain weakens her physically and leaves her mentally/emotionally drained. Also, her morals wouldn’t allow her to force herself on any completely uncooperative system as she considers the act a form of rape—however there are always exceptions to every rule. She doesn’t have too much of a problem with giving mental nudges to simply hesitant machines though, but that too can leave her weakened. Also her connection works both ways, so in theory, a strong malevolent device could over power and take control of her. Also she can only establish a certain number of connections at once. The number of connections she can have at one time depend on her current health and the strength of the deceives to which she is trying to connect . For example, at optimum health, she could connect to 5 different simple devices, 2 medium and 1 strong with no adverse effects. Super strong connections would require her to strain herself to make the connection and would affect her health and the amount of time she could hold that connection. These numbers all go down in proportion to her health. Note: if she were severally weakened, medium to small connections would probably make her strain, a strong to black out and a super strong would certainly kill her.
Fighting style (if any): She doesn’t really like violence, but she will defend herself with whatever she has on hand. No specific ‘style’ though.
History of your character:
Sterling is the oldest child of 3 kids, though her younger brother (Eric, 19) and sister (Lydia, 16) are actually her half siblings. She never knew her father as he was a boy friend of her mother’s before she met her current husband and he disappeared suddenly one evening when her mom was 3 month’s pregnant, never to be heard from again. Her mother figured he was running from either the law or had some ruffian’s after him as he was the wild “Bad Boy” type. Sterling has been searching for her birth father since she was 15 as she believes that she inherited her abilities from him as neither her brother or sister show any signs of having anything like her abilities. People who knew him have said he was ‘good with mechines’, as she is, which also makes her think he might have been like her. No one knows that she is able to communicate with electric devices as the ability didn’t set in until puberty and she hasn’t told anyone. She originally considered that she might have schizophrenia or some other mental disease however she nixed that idea that as it didn’t rationally explain her ability to know how to work devices that she shouldn’t know anything about. Like everything else that troubles her, she keeps the “problem” to herself. She now works at a garage fixing cars during the day and trinkets around in her spare time while at night she races in illegal street/desert races for extra cash. She lives in an apartment alone with a hairless cat name Murry (for whom she knits argyle sweaters) and a trusty, loyal laptop named Ralph (who she upgrades every so often). She doesn’t see her family much, but keeps in contact with them. She has a love-hate relationship with a motorcycle named DragonFly—it’s not really her’s but her boss lets her use it from time to time. She is also trying to better understand who she is and what that means in the grand scheme of things.
Sample RP:
Sterling was beginning to think that maybe had been a little over ambitious in her number of book selections. It briefly crossed her mind that maybe she should put some of them back, but she instantly dismissed the idea. She needed all of them and she didn’t want to make a second trip around the huge library’s floor. Though she could barely see around the stack/pile of books she clutched in her arms, she knew from a brief observation taken of the library’s layout upon her entrance that there should be a small table somewhere in the near vicinity. There she planned to unload her burden and glean through her selections for something that might finally help her understand herself. ‘This time,’ she thought, “I might be on to something. Encouraged by her own thoughts, her mind began running though plans and strategies concerning the information she may or may not find held in the many tomes she carried. So caught up in her own musings she was, that she didn’t notice the small stepping stool someone had carelessly left in the middle of the walkway until her legs became tangled upon it, sending her crashing to the floor, books flying in all directions. Startled by the sudden interruption of her thoughts, she blinked vaguely around at the scattered manuscripts sprawled around her. “I missed the table,” she said simply, outwardly expressing her internal lamenting.
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