[b]Name[/b]: Carter Marie Sampson. 
[b]Nickname[/b]: Carton of Sass. 
[b]Alias[/b]: Raven.

[b]Gender[/b]: Female. Taco. 

[b]Birthday[/b]: December 11th, 1996. Seventeen. 

[b]Height[/b]: 5’0”. 
[b]Weight[/b]: 104 Pounds. 

[b]Hair Colour[/b]: Dark Red. 
[b]Eye Colour[/b]: Green. 

[b]Appearance[/b]:
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[b]Abilities[/b]: Weather Manipulation
Carter possesses the ability to manipulate the weather. With this she can alter the weather in any way she so pleases, having the capability of controlling the meteorological patterns, creating wind, rain, hail, lightning, snow, sleet, fog, and inducing temperature changes. 
Within this ability are four main factors: 
Air Manipulation – Carter can create strong winds that travel up to 63 miles per hour, enabling her to focus the air primarily on herself to initiate flight for herself or others. 
Electricity Manipulation – With the intensity of a storm rising, Carter can cause lightning to hit particular spots on command (ranging from one lightning streak to three at one time). 
Thermal Manipulation – Relating to winter storms, despite whatever the current condition may be, Carter is able to shift the temperature to below freezing or in some occasions, just above one hundred degrees Fahrenheit. 
Water Manipulation – Carter is not able to produce water, but instead can form droplets of water molecules from the air to create rain, snow, fog, etc. 

[b]Limitations[/b]: 
Carter is not at all familiar with her abilities and what extent her strength may have. As of now, Carter’s abilities are based solely on her emotions, thus having the potential to be unstable if she does not keep her emotions in check. With this comes her inability to stop her abilities once having been manifested. This can lead to a broad category of potential threats about the earth, which discourages Carter from using her abilities more than she should. Her abilities also require a great deal of energy which can limit her to how much power she can use at any given time. 

[b]Skills and Talents[/b]:
-Even after a mere two years of cheer leading, Carter is very flexible and agile. 
-She learned from a very young age how to forge any signature and is practically pro at it.
-Carter is an exceptional (and compulsive) liar. Her poker face is unreadable. 
-She taught herself how to drive a stick shift as it is all that her multiple sports cars are equipped with. 
-Carter is bilingual. She is fluent in both English and Spanish. 

[b]Equipment[/b]:
Not yet familiar with any form of weaponry, Carter has very few belongings that she carries with her throughout her day in a battered messenger bag. (This list will exclude school-related objects)

-Car keys to her silver 2013 Honda Accord. 
-White iPhone 5S. 
-Chapstick. 
-Marlboro cigarettes. 
-A half empty Xanax pill bottle. 
-A blue lighter. 
-Her wallet. 

[b]Biography[/b]: 
Life was serene in the home of the Sampson’s. Born to a mother of 25 and a father nearing the age of 27, Carter Sampson lived a childhood of simplicity with a single older brother by the name of Richard (Rickie). Her father, a man of great wealth inherited by his deceased parents, worked as a businessman who rarely visited their beautiful home in Long Beach, California. Her mother, however, a dropout of college, spent her days in their hot tub with a magazine and a glass of champagne in hand, her children left to the nannies. 

Neither of the two saw much of their parents. With their father constantly travelling and their mother preferring to shop and seek for entertainment away from her children, Carter found sanctuary in painting, her brother flourishing elsewhere – joining an ice hockey team at the age of seven. Neither of them bothered to befriend the nannies as they were both sturdy on their own. Rickie and Carter managed to juggle school and after school activities as well as homework and a healthy social life. While the two children grew older, they saw less of their parents and less of the nannies. Being that they were not children anymore, nannies weren’t necessary, leaving the housework to the maids that came every morning.

Carter began to grow accustom of staying home alone, her brother often at practice from the time school ended to about 10 o’clock at night. While it was a daily routine of Carter coming home to empty rooms, she purchased a grey kitten that she named Boots. Boots was a handful from the very beginning, and demanded the attention of Carter even when she was not available to do so. He would often act out towards the maids, and hissed if they attempted to go near him. He was, from birth, a very sassy kitten, and longed for Carter’s company day in and day out. Unfortunately for her kitten, Carter too, was quite busy upon entering high school. 

Being that her brother was two years older than her, their last name was heard all throughout the campus. From freshman year, Carter was spotted out by all that loved her brother as the younger sister of their best hockey player. This tended to irk Carter, and she sought out to be known as much more than just the little sister of a star. So, she too blossomed. Carter was, overall, a well-rounded student all throughout her middle and high school career. She managed a grade point average of 4.0, became a cheerleader during her freshman year, and was known by everyone. Although she ended cheer leading a year later, she was not an easily hated person as she was kind to all that approached her, and loved by the entire school. Her brother was soon accepted into a prestigious college during her junior year, leaving for school several months later, not bothering to give his sister so much as a goodbye.
 
She was alone at this point. Utterly alone. And all she had remaining were her so-called friends and her little attention-deprived grey kitten, Boots. 

[b]Sample Post[/b]:
Perhaps the alarm would have been a rude awakening if Boots had not brushed his tail against Carter’s face before it was given the opportunity to go off. Sprawled about the bed with blankets and pillows scattered across her bed, the seventeen year old groaned, shifting away from the little creature. He was not fooled, for the cat moved soundlessly over her figure, once again placing his tail about her head, a purr caught in his throat. He nudged his ear against her cheek and meowed softly, his paw now patting her shoulder tediously. That could only mean one thing: her kitten was hungry. 

Grumbling to herself, she scooped the little feline into her arms, sitting upright so that he was aware that she was fully awake. He was content with this movement and settled into her lap, resting there only for a moment before he glanced toward the door and meowed. Carter rolled her eyes, edging herself off the bed, leaving it all to Boots. He seemed to prefer her off the bed, as that was where he slept when she was at school. 

Carter trudged to the bathroom, placing her hands about the counter as she inspected the damage of last night’s slumber. Disheveled hair, drool stains just below her bottom lip, smeared eyeliner, and wrinkled PJs. Nothing too bad compared to a night involving alcohol, she had to admit. 

Rather than tend to the beast itself, she ran a brush through her hair and swept away the eyeliner as best she could, resulting in less of a mess that she would later on need to take care of. When she turned toward the door, Boots was propped at her feet, his little head craned up at her, his eyes pleading for her attention. She smiled down at her little boy and sighed. 

“Alright, let’s go make breakfast,” she told him. If she hadn’t known any better, she would have thought she spotted a small smile reach his lips. 

The two padded down the stairway side by side, heading down the long corridor for the kitchen. Of course Boots arrived there first and he made his way up to the counter where he ate, and waited for his meal. Carter chuckled lightly at how eager he was to be fed, and slowly reached for the handle of the fridge. Devastated, her kitten let out a cry, and she gave in, lacing her fingers around the door and tugging. 

Someone had gone shopping. The fridge had been packed with a variety of beverages and food items. It was nice to see it all organized for once, being that Rickie usually fucked it up in a matter of hours when he visited. Carter scanned the fridge tentatively, searching for the tuna, and plucked one can from the stack, placing it on the table alongside a plate, a fork, and mayonnaise. For some strange reason, her kitten had taken a liking to human food. Carter had attempted to feed him cat food when his teeth had come in, but after a single sniff, Boots veered toward the fridge, demanding his tuna. 

He was a spoiled kitten, as she fed him usually whatever she was eating, but he was her only company and her child. She took him anywhere that she could, and aside from schools, never left him alone. Thankfully, today was Saturday, which meant that her day would be spent watching Gossip Girl in the living room with Boots curled up beside her. 

Removing the lid, Carter took the fork and began spooning out the tuna onto the plate. Boots would not touch it yet, however, as the mayonnaise had not been added to it. Carter teased him, taking the jar of mayonnaise back to the fridge to which he meowed at her. Loudly, she might add. 

“I was just kidding!” she assured him, though he did not appear amused at all. She added mayonnaise to the tuna and stirred. Once she lifted the fork from the tuna, Boots did not hesitate. He scrambled for the plate and ate quickly, as she’d suspected he would. When he was finished, Carter put away all that needed to be put elsewhere and did the two dishes, not at all surprised that her six plates had vanished from last night. 

Making her way to the living room, Carter saw that Boots was already on the couch, awaiting for her to sit so he could adjust to a comfortable position. Tucking a fallen strand of hair behind her ears, Carter claimed the remote and tuned in to the next episode of Gossip Girl. Just as she would any other weekend.