Annette ++ Cadice ++ Pouget
16
Female
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I AM WRiiTTeN in THe B o o K___++
- Why would you, or anyone for that matter, want to know anything about me? I'm not a very interesting person, in my own perspective, but I suppose someone who knows nothing about me might be interested.
My name? Well, my full name is Annette Cadice Pouget, but I really stress the fact that I much prefer my friends, family, and well.. close acquaintances to call me Caddy. Yes, it's short for Cadice, my middle name. I hate my middle name, but my first name has to be ten times worse... honestly. Annette? I just had to be French, didn't I? Well, so much for a pretty name... I guess that's my fathers fault though, for sticking it to her (my mom I mean).
I was born sixteen years ago in St-Arnac (that's a small town in France). We lived in a fairly large estate with the rest of my family, though we were anything but rich. My grandfather owned an oil company, that's how his daughter, Elaine Piggot, met my father, Avery Pouget. My dad actually worked for my grand-papa. He was co-manager of the closest plant to our home, and it was love at first sight (yadda, yadda... and all that sappy s**t). Truth be told, I don't like my parents, either of them... so that's why I live here now.
My past until coming to America doesn't matter, nor do I wish to talk about it. You could ask social services, but no... I wasn't abused. I was more witness to the abuse and I couldn't handle it anymore, so I was adopted, ten years ago, by my great-aunt's family friend. Her name is Sharon, and she's 25 now. She's a little young to be mother to a 16 year old, that's why we're more like best friends.
While Sharon is attending her third year in college, working to become a graphic designer, I attend high school as a Junior and let me just say, high school is no walk in the park.
I tried out for cheerleading my freshman year, at first I wasn't that great, but Sharon (let's just call her mom), signed me up for gymnastics and let me share her morning yoga mat with her to work on my flexibility. Now, two years later, I'm head of the squad. I enjoy it, but the girls on my team... well, most of them don't really like me that much.
I'm an adventurous person. I don't think sticking to one thing, and that includes a group of friends. Sure, I love my cheerleader friends, but there's always fun with my other friends too. Movie night with Sophie and Ondrea, my best friends who're nothing like the Abercrombie and Fitch models I coach. And then I don't mind going out every so often to a party with Ali or Kaitlin (my "punk" friends, and their other variety of friends also). I'm an all over kind of girl, but I'm very friendly.
I first honed in on my ability to harness my Collective Subconscious last year. At first it scared me; I was seeing things I couldn't explain and well... let's say almost none of my friends believed me, and on top of the fake label I already hold, people were beginning to think I was crazy. That's until I found my "group", my true calling.
It was like a life boat coming to save me from drowning in an ocean of confusion. There were more of them! More people who were like me and I began to learn more about my Collective Subconscious and the rewards and consequences to being able to access it. It was physically, mentally, and emotionally draining, but now I had friends to help me through it, and while I still had to be scared, I did feel somewhat of a relief, knowing someone out there knew what I was seeing.
Anyway, I changed then. I opened myself up more to them and a little less to everyone else. My physical appearance changed--I was still pretty people told me, but I hardly compared to my squad. My long blond hair was cut past my shoulders and I no longer spent weekend sleepovers / practices with the girls... Instead, I was doing everything I could to learn about my abilities, and what I found shocked me... but I'd rather not discuss that now.
I'm still Caddy, head cheerleader and loving person, but now I have more to worry about instead of my labels at school and what people think of me. I have to worry about my life, and the lives of my new, closest friends.
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BUT of cOUrSe Y O U kNOw___xX
- "Pretty, popular, and quite ironically, nice; but, you happen to be anything but naive. Way to break the stereotype. No one really bothers with hating you for there isn't really anything to hate. Because of this, some people tend to call you "fake" (and there are some in The Group who believe this as well) just for the fact that you don't really descriminate between people. You venture outside of your social ranking and sometimes it angers your friends. Although you're fairly normal, there are some eccentricities that you prefer to keep secret. More often than not, you partner with The Boy Next Door." - S C i S S O R candy
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M i d n i g h t ++ HAS sTRuCK
- The clock strikes 11:59p.m. and I feel my heart sink deep into my stomach, forcing me to hold back to urge to vomit. I place my left hand over my mouth, scouring the mess beneath my bed, searching for something, but where is i-- Aha! I wrap my fingers around the small, hand-sized pistol and smile too myself. I don't enjoy killing, but it's that or be dead.
It's times like these that I'm thankful my Grandpa Piggot was constantly worrying about my protection. I remember when he bought the gun, he told me that I could use it, if I ever needed it bad enough, though he hoped that I wouldn't... well, he wouldn't have to find out about my midnight adventures, I wouldn't want to give the poor man a heart attack... he is eighty, you know.
Anyway, I'll admit that, while the pistol is great help... I have no hand-eye coordination, so I constantly miss.. That's why I'm thankful for my rings, though I haven't mastered all of them yet, they help a little more with my lousy shots and keep me off the death bed.
Lvl. One: I worked long and hard on this one, when I was first told about it and have got it down pretty good. I can conjure up small spells on the spot, just quick little things to stun my opponent temporarily or heal small wounds. I have also mastered a bit of shape-shifting. No, I can't turn into a cougar and maul my enemies, but I have altered my material of my body once or twice, to better absorb impart so I take less damage... this is hard though, and I barely ever get it right.
Lvl. Two: I've worked on this one, just as hard as the other one. Lately, my spells have been getting stronger, but it takes a lot to concentrate enough to make them work, and I often find myself fatigued. I did, however, master turning small object into explosive devices, but they're only good to kill in a very small radius... maybe four or five shadows at a time. It's quite frustrating.
Lvl. Three: Oooh, tricky level three. I'm working on this one, but I've only got it a few times, and they haven't been entirely right. I'm not a master of level three yet, but I'm still working on it. I hope that, when I get it down, I'll be able to transport myself anywhere, somewhere safe and take others with me.
Lvl. Four: Still not a master of level four. [To be added later, when I discover how to use this one correctly.]
Lvl. Five: Still not a master of level five. [To be added later, when I discover how to use this one correctly.]
Lvl. Six: Still not a master of level six. [To be added later, when I discover how to use this one correctly.]
Lvl. Seven: Still not a master of level seven. [To be added later, when I discover how to use this one correctly.]
Affinity
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Theme songs
The Horror of our Love by Ludo (Ignore the video, please. This band is hard to find on youtube, but this song is absolutely amazing!)
Gaia Name
Sanity Costs Extra
