Fabricant451 — Roleplayer Guild

Initially I thought the power would be a fun little joke to offset the likely more serious and cool powers but honestly I think the powers have the potential to be cool too. 

And also fabulous. Which is a big thing for me. 

Also I'm stalling but here's my character submitted for approval. 

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“I could count on one hand how many people here knew me before the...shit. Now they're gone.”

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✶ BASICS ✶-

full name / nickname(s)

Brandi Sage Choi
Sage: The name she prefers to go by rather than her given name of Brandi. 'Sage Turner' is her pseudonym of sorts - a play on the phrase 'page turner' as if it wasn't painfully obvious.

gender / sexuality

Female/Androgyne |She/Her/They/Them  | Accepting Pansexual

age / grade level

Seventeen-Turning-Eighteen | Grade 12

occupation

The Cafe | Brewing coffee and contempt in equal servings. Often works open mic nights voluntarily.

physical appearance

Sage has the look of an east coast hipster down to a science even if that's the label others plant on her rather than any she gives herself. It starts at the top with her hair; though she hates to say it she had an undercut with sideswept bangs long before undercuts were some kind of trend. Naturally black, Sage took to coloring her hair a rather loud red until it started becoming a bit too much work to maintain consistently. Now her hair, without the aid of coloring, has a bit of a maroon twinge to it. Her face deals in her biracial ethnicity, with her mother's eyes and her father's nose; when she isn't experimenting with eccentric contact colors her eyes are a muddy, chocolate brown. 

Sage is taller than average, by last measurement she was a flat six foot one. It's no big secret to anyone that Sage leans in heavily to the whole androgynous angle in nearly every aspect from her hair to her attire and even to her voice which has a coarse, husky edge to it, the kind of voice one might expect from a lifetime of smoking - which Sage insists she doesn't touch.  Baggy, boyish clothing make up the norm of her day-to-day outfits though she prefers to think of it as just simply clothing. Sage will just as often be found in clothes that lean towards the 'masculine', slacks, long sleeved jackets, she showed up to memorial services in a suit, that sort of thing. 

Her build is rather slender and she doesn't make efforts to highlight her figure, though beneath the articles of clothing is someone that isn't shying away from their feminine side, just the curves.

-✶ IN DEPTH ✶

personality

Someone overly confident in their own skin from the way she walks about with that swagger and that look that says more than words ever could. A shark in an ocean of guppies who won't hesitate to strike when opportunity arises and when her voice needs to be heard. Surely enviable to the right sort, desirable from a different, the dictionary definition of one who has no time for other's opinions and has long since run out of anything resembling a fuck to give. Sage doesn't make a lot of time for people who clearly don't have the time to spend with her. This has led to having something of a bad reputation by virtue of being blunt and rarely hanging out with others.
 She isn't anti-social, she just prefers not to have to wade through a pool of shit to get to know someone. If she's true to herself,
 why can't others be? 

Though if she was as true to herself as she claims, why would she also hide from her name?

An emotional wreck crippled by insecurities and stuck in a spiral that only ever sinks further and further downwards. Unable to hold onto connections, friends, and a settling realization that her voice will never be heard in the world. Misery loves company and surrounding herself with people just as miserable as her is how she can boost herself up, make herself look better than she feels she truly is. And the only one who knows this is herself, because her slavish devotion to her own image has taken up so much of her identity that any admission that she's headed for a self destructive path would be akin to social suicide.

With her preferred company all but dying out in light of recent events, she's desperate for something to ground herself and for someone or something that can make her understand that she wasn't better off being one of the victims.

superpower

RAINBOW Manipulation
Sage feels that she hit the lower end of the 'super power' tier given that being able to create a rainbow between her palms isn't exactly flight or strength or literally anything else. But there is more to it than just being able to make the ultimate party trick of having a rainbow on call, arcing between her palms. She can make the rainbow into a physical, solid state which in a practical sense means that,
 given a deeper understanding the rainbows she creates could be used to make tools or items - like a weapon of rainbow light. 

While it's true that her powers are of the rainbow, it's more accurate to say that her powers are light based in nature. Between solidifying the rainbow into hard light and the potential of having rainbow colored beams of light, there's more to her power set than she realizes. At the moment, however, all she really thinks she can do is make a rainbow appear between her palms, which is hardly cause for celebration.

Being exposed to so much light at such close proximity means that if she shows off for too long it can damage her eye sight, possibly beyond repair. She draws her power from the colors around her, she can't just internally make a rainbow - and if there are none of the colors that make up a rainbow then her color manipulation does little to nothing. Only colors in the rainbow can be manipulated by her, no off shoots or blends. ROYGBIV only.

backstory

Sage, birth name of Brandi, was born on the west coast to a mother of Asian descent and a father who was a college professor up until the point he was outed as having numerous affairs with his students in exchange for boosting their grade. Naturally this didn't sit well with Brandi's mother, who took her young daughter and moved across country to live with her mother, Sage. Brandi's middle name and the name she prefers to be known as is the name of her grandmother, who was around just long enough to see Brandi enter middle school. Brandi was what people would call a 'tomboy' but Brandi simply saw as 'playing with friends'; Brandi had a knack for worming her way out of trouble, be it by blaming accidents on one of her boy friends or faking tears to gain the sympathy card, it was at such a young age that Brandi realized people will believe what they want to believe. That people rarely see beyond the surface. It didn't matter if there was a broken vase and she was holding the bat, if she cried and said David Weber from next door made her do it, then David Weber from next door was getting a spanking while Brandi was getting an extra scoop of ice cream for dessert.

Brandi didn't find a hobby nor a circle of friends as she entered Midwood. The extracurricular courses and clubs offered there were in greater number compared to her middle school which was more like a holding pen for unruly children that sometimes came with math tests and even then she didn't find a place where she fit in. She didn't look like many of her classmates, she didn't really take the time to know them or want to, and her only interest was drawing. When she was younger she doodled but found that her mother, turning to a bit of drinking following the scandal that was her messy divorce, didn't express any interest in Brandi's art. It fell to Sage, Brandi's grandmother, to offer the positive reinforcement by putting Brandi's drawings on the fridge. When Brandi tried taking art, her teacher called her work 'unique' which was a teacher's way of being negative but positively. 

Brandi figured she'd find her place over the four years but all she had to show for it was a small handful of people who hung out with her while otherwise going unnoticed for anything other than her 'unique' appearance. Brandi isn't quite sure what she wants out of life and all she has to show for it so far is her identity, which amounts to little in the real world. 

After the virus she entered into a bit of a depression. The people she liked hanging out with were, tragically, victims of the outbreak. She felt the same way about their death as she did when her grandmother passed away back when Brandi was in middle school. Confused. Angry. Aloof. While Brandi had her sobering mother for support after her grandmother's death, she doesn't have any emotional support following the virus. All she has is what she perceives as a useless 'ability' and the belief that she was better off going with the four hundred who lost their lives. 

At least then she wouldn't have to face reality.

✶ THE SURFACE ✶-

extracurricular activities

Brandi's free time is spent working as it's about the only thing she can do to keep herself busy, especially after everything that transpired. She's fond of basketball and sometimes gets involved in pickup games.

supporting cast

Sage Choi | Grandmother (Deceased)
Vienna Choi | Mother 
Richard Hughes | Father, general scumbag

other

And then one warm summer night I'll hear fireworks outside and I'll listen to the memories as they cry, cry, cry

You're so handsome dressed in black. See you in the shadows; I'd like to see you on your back
Her Hair Isn't All That Gets Wet (Marina Dover; @Kitty)

Was it too early to come down with Senioritis? The realization hit Shauna that morning that she only had about five months or so before graduation and this revelation made it rather difficult to concern herself with concepts like school work or exams. She had certainly made an impression throughout her four years which was more than could be said for most. The unfortunate reality of it all was the simple fact that she wasn't going to be able to enjoy the doe-eyed affections of the Freshman class for much longer. In time she would be a Freshman again though with her firm grip on the intricacies of relationships, she would be operating at a collegiate level anyway. 

All of these revelations came right about the same time the shy brunette member of the anime club did back at the New Year's Party. As Shauna had finished with the party goer, she was out of the tent without even the decency of a post-coital cuddle. As she re-affixed her bra and put her shirt back on while stepping onto the beach of the party, she didn't bother going back inside. She came - well not like that - and she was gone. The trip home was silent and the mood carried over to Monday.

Shauna was coming to the end of her high school days, one final semester, and she wasn't quite sure what that meant going forward. There were as many people who despised her as there were those who were chomping at the bit for a second chance to be with her, and neither of those facts did much to alleviate the sense of...regret that was settling in. When she walked at graduation, who would cheer for her? Her mother? In all her experiences and trysts throughout the four years, not once had Shauna felt that...spark that could enthrall her. It had all been too easy. No one really capturing her attention beyond the immediate physical gratification. 

Shauna Flynn was lovesick without ever having been in love. 

If there was a regret, it was not finding that special name in her black book. There were some impressive names, but none that had really made it all worthwhile. With only a few months left to go, Shauna was pretty much checked out. One more school play. Maybe a fling on Valentine's Day, a hotel room at prom...but there wasn't any excitement anymore. 

As she sat in homeroom, idly twirling a pen between her fingers, her slump not showing in her face, she was taken by surprise when someone sat next to her. She glanced over. Sandy hair. Accent. Smell of saltwater and the glow of a recent encounter. Marina Dover had been busy this morning, riding a different kind of wave - one that traded in long boards for long...appendages. 

"Is one of them you because I've got nothing but time until third period." Shauna hadn't missed a step, responding, the brogue in her accent as pronounced as ever. "I'm curious but sleeping with girls isn't exactly a challenge, Marnie. I could get Mrs. Winship if I wanted. But by all means, do go on." 

For someone who was feeling a bit melancholic, her confidence hadn't taken a hit.

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