Post by opehlia fletcher on Jun 26, 2012 17:41:02 GMT -5
| [atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 460px; background-image: url(http://i44.tinypic.com/34fb0ns.jpg);-moz-border-radius: 0px 0px 0px 0px; -webkit-border-radius: 0px 0px 0px 0px; border: 4px ridge #9c5f5b, bTable][tr][cs=2] ophelia cherie fletcher. 17. student. olivia o'driscoll. | |
[rs=2] | In life every now and then in life you meet someone who painfully stands out. Sometimes they surprise you. Ophelia is this person, except she’s grown up in a mental hospital. She is airy, light and seems to shine with purity and goodness. She usually has her long blonde hair flying freely and wears soft dresses and skirts since most of her life was spend in the hospital’s pale green scrubs. When she was just six she began seeing a woman in a red dress. No one else saw her. The woman would play with Ophelia. Her parents wrote it off as an imaginary friend. Then another showed up. And another. And then more. Some told her to do things that were good, some that were bad. After jumping in a lake, being unable to swim and saying the people told her to do it, she was taken to a child therapist. Three weeks later she got committed. She began telling the spirits to go away and to leave her alone. Ophelia had lost it all. But the dead wanted more of her, they would not leave. No matter how many pills she was on they did not stop. They would scratch and bite her, rip her off the ground by her hair…. Yet the doctors accused her of self injury. But then the lady in the red dress from her childhood returned. Now, at fifteen, Ophelia was old enough to recognize the woman from pictures… her Grandmother. The latches opened. Hope rose in her and she embraced her curse for the first time. She was walking out, with no one to stop her. Freedom was so close she could taste it. Or so she thought. A male orderly was moping the floor and looked up and smiled like the big bad wolf. “Someone’s in trouble…” he said and grabbed her arm. Ophelia was lost in the haze of the pills she was force fed for dinner and didn’t realize she was in trouble until she was shoved into a utility closet and the man was pressing himself against her. Her Grandmother’s spirit returned. She thought that she would be saved, finally she would be able to escape. But the woman smirked as the man slid his hands up Ophelia’s shirt. Suddenly, she remember her mothers denial of her Grandmother. She never talked about her. Wasn’t she supposed to help? The cold realization sank into Ophelia like a blade…. These spirits were evil. She managed to fight the man off and escape only to be caught in the yard. The story of a teenage girl saying spirits helped her escape a maximum security facility caught the eye of the Winchesters. Soon, she found a full scholarship being offered to her. She took it. They pulled strings as fake government officials from Social Services and got her out. Now Ophelia has in her mind, learned everything not alive and human is not to be trusted. She hates them all. She is light, airy and absent minded yet has a lifetime of being done wrong to draw rage from. She goes from looking like an innocent child to being totally enraged. She is quick and lethal with bladed weapons. An expert in trapping and tracking and a love for endurance marathon running make her one of Dean’s favorite students to torture with extreme scenarios. She lives a simple life full of making herself into a better weapon. She isn’t the smartest person, she blames that on the brain gravy she was fed for years. Forgetful and spacey, she makes up for it in catlike reflexes and no remorse. There is a switch that goes off in her where she stops being a teenage girl and turns into a cold blooded killer. |
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