Finally finished my character! Much thanks to [@Nallore] for bringing this RP to my attention, and [@Morose] for helping me along the way. Hopefully she's good to go, but if not I'll make the proper adjustments!

[@BlueSky44]

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[hr][hr][h1][b][i][color=ffd1d3][center]Desiree Beckett[/center][/color][/i][/b][/h1][center][img]https://media.giphy.com/media/wofjS6eUyfQ7aWkjaR/giphy.gif[/img][/center]
[hr][hr][h3][b][i][color=ffd1d3][center]Character Summary[/center][/color][/i][/b][/h3]
[b][color=ffd1d3]Name:[/color][/b] Desiree Matrium Beckett
[b][color=ffd1d3]Aliases:[/color][/b] Overload
[b][color=ffd1d3]Age:[/color][/b] 22
[b][color=ffd1d3]Birthday:[/color][/b] August 15th, 1998
[b][color=ffd1d3]Birth Place:[/color][/b] Richmond, Virginia
[b][color=ffd1d3]Gender:[/color][/b] Female
[b][color=ffd1d3]Powers:[/color][/b] Sensory overloading and deprivation.
[b][color=ffd1d3]Training:[/color][/b] Does two years on varsity count?
[b][color=ffd1d3]Languages:[/color][/b] English
[hr][center][img]https://media.giphy.com/media/3oKIPzywdhCUKMnoNW/giphy.gif[/img][/center][hr][h3][b][i][color=ffd1d3][center]Appearance[/center][/color][/i][/b][/h3]
[b][color=ffd1d3]Height:[/color][/b] 5'6" 
[b][color=ffd1d3]Weight:[/color][/b] 140 Lbs
[b][color=ffd1d3]Build:[/color][/b] Curvy
[b][color=ffd1d3]Eyes:[/color][/b] Honey Brown
[b][color=ffd1d3]Hair:[/color][/b] Long, Dark Brown.
[b][color=ffd1d3]Skin Tone:[/color][/b] Light Ebony
[b][color=ffd1d3]Tattoos/Scars/Piercings:[/color][/b] 
[list][*]Two lobe piercings on each ear. 
[*]Small pulse tattoo on wrist.[/list]
[b][color=ffd1d3]Personal Style:[/color][/b] 
[indent]Desiree dresses with comfort and ease of movement in mind. Her usual palette is a mix of greys, blacks, and the occasional wash of blues and other, brighter colors. Sweats, leggings, and joggers make up the bottom half of her average attire. Her tops are often oversized, with the more fitting ones being faded. Her hair is usually styled in a bun atop her head, or not at all. When she can get away with it, she'll wear slides instead of tennis shoes.[/indent]

[hr][center][img]https://media.giphy.com/media/3oKIPgboQg5FC3hTz2/giphy.gif[/img][/center][hr][h3][b][i][color=ffd1d3][center]Psychology[/center][/color][/i][/b][/h3]
[i][color=ffd1d3][center][color=00a651]Alert[/color] ⚪ [color=ed1c24]Paranoid[/color] ⚪ [color=00a651]Humorous[/color] ⚪ [color=ed1c24]Moody[/color] ⚪ [color=00a651]Resourceful[/color] ⚪ [color=ed1c24]Argumentative[/color][/center][/color][/i]

[b][color=ffd1d3]Sexuality:[/color][/b] Bisexual
[b][color=ffd1d3]Relationship Status:[/color][/b] Single
[b][color=ffd1d3]Personality:[/color][/b]
[indent]Desiree wasn't unpopular in high school, and got along well with her teachers and peers. She found an escape in her daily routine, and while she was snippy at home she was quite kind outside of the house. Had she gone to college, she probably would've been received the same way. Of course, she never made it to higher education, and since the incident with her father she hasn't been the same happy-go-lucky girl.

Nowadays, Desiree is always looking over her shoulder. She has her moments of kindness, but she doesn't allow herself to be anywhere near as carefree. She's also rather temperamental. While she'll usually run away or avoid her problems, if she's provoked consistently or having an off day, she'll bite back. Instead of actively dealing with her issues, she'll joke about them, to the point where some people are offset by her dark humor. Deep down, she's still struggling to get her shit together, and figure out what she wants out of life.[/indent]

[b][color=ffd1d3]Habits:[/color][/b] 
[list][*]Nips at/rubs flesh between her fingers when nervous. 
[*]Covers her mouth when agitated.
[*]Pops knuckles often.
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[b][color=ffd1d3]Hobbies:[/color][/b] 
[list][*]Listening to music.
[*]Playing basketball.[/list]
[b][color=ffd1d3]Fears:[/color][/b] 
[list][*]Sensory deprivation
[*]Sounds in the dark
[*]Needles/Injections[/list]
[b][color=ffd1d3]Likes:[/color][/b] 
[list][*]Candy
[*]Reading song lyrics
[*]Free Wi-Fi
[*]Bread
[*]Rap & RnB
[*]Pick-Up Basketball
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[b][color=ffd1d3]Dislikes:[/color][/b] 
[list][*]Being lied to
[*]Being screamed at
[*]Nuts in sweets
[*]Most television
[*]People who can't do things for themselves
[*]Psychedelics/Alcohol/Anything that makes her feel unaware
[*]Black coffee
[/list][hr][center][img]https://media3.giphy.com/media/26FmQzLo3SAusMIo0/giphy.gif?cid=ecf05e47f348617403bde0f9ef5e1f7ccdb42207de42f72e&rid=giphy.gif[/img][/center][hr][h3][b][i][color=ffd1d3][center]Cards On The Table[/center][/color][/i][/b][/h3]
[b][color=ffd1d3]General World Skills:[/color][/b] 
[list][*]Basic Vehicle Care 
[*]Haggling 
[*]Deduction 
[*]Basic First Aid 
[*]Adapting 
[*]Mental Stamina
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[b][color=ffd1d3]Combat Skills:[/color][/b] 
[list][*]Basic Self Defense
[*]Running
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[b][color=ffd1d3]Medical Issues/Injuries:[/color][/b] 
[list][*]Right shoulder is prone to dislocation when pulled.
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[b][color=ffd1d3]Possessions:[/color][/b]
[list][*]Clothing
[*]Purse
[list][*]$100 Cash
[*]Cellphone
[*]Six (6) Werther's Original Caramel Coffee Hard Candies
[*]Debit Card
[*]Earphones
[*]Driver's License
[*]Car keys[/list] [/list]
[hr][center][img]https://media2.giphy.com/media/MTspg1ndcRJi3BA70x/giphy.gif?cid=ecf05e47768bfdcd2e7d9beedf37a084d9fa6597ddc8e0ff&rid=giphy.gif[/img][/center][hr][h3][b][i][color=ffd1d3][center]History[/center][/color][/i][/b][/h3]
[b][color=ffd1d3]How did you discover your powers:[/color][/b] 
[indent]Six years after Desiree's reunification, the arguments started. Her parents would go at it all night. Sometimes in barely evident hushed tones, and other times in great volume. It wasn't long until the fights became a regular affair. For a time, Desiree simply let it happen. She'd lock herself in her room, refusing to butt in to the debates between her parents. As she grew older, though, she found herself growing snippy toward her father. She'd remark about him being dependent on alcohol, and how even that didn't make him happy. Because of this, the nightly arguments started being directed toward her. Her father would stand at her locked door, screaming and pounding on it. Never hard enough to break the hinge, but enough to get his point across. She'd stay awake the entire night, go to school exhausted, and repeat the cycle over and over again. 

Desiree came home from school one day to find that her lock was removed. Her immediate response was to begin an argument with her father, the obvious culprit, but his capacity for mindless screaming was far larger than her own. He began to approach, and on instinct, Desiree ran to her room. Without a lock to protect her, she leaned against the door, covering her ears with her hands and begging him to stop while he screamed at her. She wanted it all to stop, she wanted him to hear himself and realize that it needed to end. In that moment, without her realizing it, her father triggered something within her. Like she had flipped a switch, her sense of hearing shut down, and her father's increased tenfold. 

She felt a thump on the other side of the door, and upon opening it she witnessed the unconscious body of her father, who had blood dribbling out of his ears. While she hadn't been able to hear the garbled screams of shock and pain, her mother described it to her once she managed to switch her hearing back on. They packed her things up, and Desiree was sent off into the world in the middle of the night.[/indent]

[b][color=ffd1d3]General History:[/color][/b] 
[indent]For the first year of her life, Desiree was neglected. Her biological mother, a mere teenager at the time of her birth, wasn't devoted to taking care of a child. She wanted normalcy in her youth, and toting around a newborn baby brought her unwanted attention. Her father was an absentee, and while her grandparents did what they could, it was only a matter of time before Desiree was put into the foster care system. Only then did her mother begin to care about what would happen to her child. After battling with the state, a permanency plan was put into motion, and it was decided that Desiree would eventually be reunified with her birth mother. 

For the next seven years, Desiree grew up around four other foster children of varying ages. Being the youngest, she was taken under the wing of both her foster parents and siblings, and treated to a healthy atmosphere. Taking after her foster siblings, she developed a love for basketball. She grew content with what she had, but knew that it was fleeting. Her foster parents made her aware of her permanency plan as soon as she was able to comprehend it. As she grew older, she adjusted to the idea that life with her biological mother could be just as nice. 

When it came time for her to move back in with her birth mother, she did so willingly. Like many other foster children, she was curious about what her original home would be like after so much time away. To her surprise, and relief, it seemed her mother was ready to step up to the plate. She had a new fiance, a steady source of income, and a welcoming smile that made Desiree feel at home. 

For ten years, everything seemed fine, at least on the surface. Desiree was almost out of high school, and had taken a liking toward some extracurricular activities other than basketball. She even had plans to go to college. It was safe to say that she was living the life that she had always envisioned. 

What Desiree didn't know was that her new stepfather had developed a drinking issue, and that the sporadic arguments he had with her mother would only get more frequent. Soon enough, the arguments were being directed toward her. She'd lock herself in her room while she was being screamed at, until the day her lock was removed and her powers revealed themselves. 

Her mother, for what it was worth, aided her in packing her bags and fleeing the neighborhood. She gave her the money she'd need for the gas to Washington, figuring the distance would be best. Desiree did what she could with the savings she had planned to use for college, acquiring an apartment and procuring a minimum wage job.

To this day she's paranoid, wondering when the Purifiers will be knocking at her door. [/indent]

[hr][center][img]https://media3.giphy.com/media/1AIQyq8Ccy9Wo1i838/giphy.gif?cid=ecf05e47768bfdcd2e7d9beedf37a084d9fa6597ddc8e0ff&rid=giphy.gif[/img][/center][hr][h3][b][i][color=ffd1d3][center]Extras[/center][/color][/i][/b][/h3]
[b][color=ffd1d3]Character Quote:[/color][/b] 
[indent]"...Why am I here again?"[/indent]
[b][color=ffd1d3]Theme Song:[/color][/b] 
[indent][youtube]https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=clnIeauiVDM[/youtube][/indent]
[b][color=ffd1d3]Anything Else:[/color][/b] 
[list][*][url=https://www.roleplayerguild.com/posts/5002990]Red Hoods: Rebirth[/url]
[*]Wolverine[/list]
[sub][color=ed1c24]*By submitting this CS in its completion I am stating I have read all the rules for this Rp and am agreeing to follow them to the fullest with respect and courtesy. I acknowledge that I can and will be removed from the RP without warning if I break a rule or cause problems with my fellow RPers or the GM.[/color][/sub]
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