[font="Garamond"]Subject Number: [b]012[/b]
Real Name: [b]Autumn Finley[/b]
Code Name: [b]Echo[/b]
Age: 22
Appearance: [url="http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b44/StaticAnonymity/1308592761533.jpg"][picture.][/url] Autumn stands at a non-threatening 5'2" that is slim and almost childlike with its lack of curves. She has long dark hair that hangs loosely around her shoulders with severe, straight cut bangs and large brown eyes that stare out fearfully from behind her large framed black glasses. Autumn prefers cute but simple clothing, ultimately making fashion choices that will not make her stand out too much, such as white or pastel coloured tops and dark jeans, or shorts with black leggings underneath. Her shoes are usually the only bright thing in her outfit, her favourite being a pair of red slip-ons.
Personality: Autumn is extremely shy and introverted, preferring to shun the company of other people who would potentially use or hurt her. She never fully recovered from abuse and as such she has difficulty trusting others. She is quiet and dislikes loud noises and confrontation, okay with her role as a shrinking violet.
Abilities: Sonic boom. Autumn is able to channel her voice to scream at deafening volumes and even create some movement, forcing people back or shattering objects, usually rendering others unconscious or incapacitated for a moment, depending on how close they are.
Snippet:
13 year old Autumn lay stiffly under her bed, hardly breathing for fear of being found. Her adoptive father was drunk again and Autumn's adoptive mother was not home this time to stop him from hitting her. Autumn could hear him whistling as he made his way nonchalantly down the hallway, his steps uneven as he used the walls for support. The bathroom door opened, the curtains pulled back.
"Autumn, 're you inhere?" came his slurred speech. Next was his bedroom, and the creak of the old closet being opened, clothes being torn from their hangers.
"Autummmn come 'n keep yer ole' Dad company!" he called out as he shuffled back into the hallway. His footsteps stopped as he stood outside of her bedroom. From her position, she could see his feet in the doorway. "Autumn?" came his voice softly, deceitfully. "I'm not gonna hurt'cha girl, I'm yer Dad for chrissakes." he walked into her room and straight to her closet, tearing down her clothing in the same calm fashion as he had done in his own room. Autumn swore she could smell the booze on him from her position. He shut the closet door after failing to find her, and turned around so he was facing the bed now.
"No, no, no, no..." Autumn thought desperately. Her Mother knew that her husband was drinking again, but she did not realize just how brutal he could be to Autumn when she wasn't home. Autumn felt desperation well up in her chest. She remembered the last time he had hit her, she had sworn it would never happen again; that she would get stronger, that she would stand up to him. But here she was, in the same position, still scared, still alone, still powerless. She welled her eyes shut, willing herself not to cry. When she opened them again, she was eye level with her father.
"Boo." he smiled at her. A moment later, his hands gripped the underside of her bed and in a moment she found herself completely exposed as the little single bed was flipped. "That wasn't nice, Autumn! Hidin' from yer Dad like that. 'Re ya' wantin' to get punished?" He laughed mirthfully but his eyes were filled with rage. "C'mere, yer' in trouble now..." He reached down before she could react and grabbed her by the hair, pulling her up to her feet.
"No, please no, please stop..." she called out quietly, her face was wet with tears now as she desperately tried to free herself from his grip. He reached back and savagely slapped her across the face.
"You should know better, than t'not come when I call ya'." Her cheek was throbbing. He reached back again.
"AAHHHHHHHH!" Autumn's scream surprised even her. The voice was hers, true, but it reverberated around the room, seemingly amplified by an unknown source. Her adoptive Father's hand hung in mid air. His other hand went slack, letting go of her hair as he dropped to the floor. Autumn could see a small trail of blood coming from his ear, down to his jawline. His eardrums had burst.
He wouldn't hit her again.
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