Here is my character rough draft! :)
NAME: Maya Morales
APPEARANCE: She is about 6'0, which places her front and center in the, 'tall woman' category. Thanks to a healthy diet and a nonstop work-out regime, every inch of her is muscle. She has dark brown eyes that match her hair, and a tan complexion that would probably still be present even if she didn't spend all her time outdoors. Despite the killer body, Maya can typically be caught in hand-me-downs from her older sister's,work-out clothes, or designer duds bestowed on her by kinder and more fashionable friends.
RELATIONSHIP STATUS: Single
POWER THEME: Weather Manipulation
FLAW: She is dyslexic and almost failing in every single subject. Since her freshman year she's been struggling with her studies, and is constantly faced with the threat of being forced off the track team. The only reason she hasn't been forced out already is because her coach has advocated on her behalf more times than she can count. She is also desperate to prove herself. All of her accomplishments thus far have already been achieved by her older siblings. She would give something-anything- to separate herself from the pack.
BIOGRAPHY: She was born and raised in California, as were her four older brothers and two older sisters. Her parents immigrated to the United States after they were married, whereupon they automatically began their fight to achieve, "The American Dream". They truly felt that they achieved this after the birth of their first daughter (Maya's older sister Rosia) when Maya's father was finally able to open his own Auto-shop. The shop where two of Maya's four brothers now work. Being the youngest in a family of nine, Maya's home life, while always warm, was a little chaotic. She'd been able to relate to home alone a little too well when she was a kid, and had more than one story about accidentally being left behind at the mall (only for her mother to rush back six minutes later, kissing her cheeks and yelling at her for not staying close by). So while Maya has fully experienced a loving household, she can't actually remember the last time her parent's had attended a parent-teacher conference. And while her parents mean well (yelling at her and informing her that she was grounded when she was caught breaking curfew) she couldn't actually remember the last time they followed through on any of the punishments she was due for. (Note: With such a huge family I will totally take responsibility for npcing them when necessary. ))
While no means poor, it was made very clear to Maya early on that the only way she was going to get to college was through a scholarship. Fortunately, just like almost every other member of the Morales clan, Maya was gifted in the physical arts.
No one could run like Maya could.
She started breaking records in her grade in the seventh grade, and she hasn't stopped since. She made junior varsity in her freshman year, and now that she is a Junior she is the best
member the varsity track team has. Everything should be going perfectly for the young woman, if it weren't for the fact that Maya was also arguably one of the worst
students at Major Malcolm Wheeler-Nicholson.
Every child in the Morales family was an Athlete (Except for Michael, but every family had their black sheep) and every one of them had attended Major Malcolm Wheeler-Nicholson. Nearly every trophy in the glass cases of the high school are present are thanks to a Morales, and quite a few of them have the last name written on the inscription. Maya was no different, winning more than one championship on behalf of her school. However, rather than be awash with acclaim for her action, the people around her seemed to react as though Maya's victories were something to be expected, rather than rewarded. She was a champion athlete, but was unable to stand out after coming from a family full of champion athletes. Maya should be proud of the fact that she was captain of the track team, and an active member of the girl's basketball team. Instead she was was too busy trying to escape from the shadow of her sibling's success.
Maya's siblings and their accomplishments in order:
Michael: Age 28, the only nonathletic member of the Morales clan, and their first college graduate. Became a Doctor and is currently in Kenya working for Doctors without Borders.
Rosia: Age 25, fencing champion in high school, got a full ride to college and became a nutritionist.
Bruno: Age 23, Lucas's twin, Linebacker in High school. He is a line backer for the Oakland Raiders.
Lucas: Age 23, Bruno's twin, linebacker in High school. Broke his leg in college and currently works as a mechanic at the Morales Auto Repair shop.
Valentina: Age 21, track star and pole vaulter in high school. She is living with her husband in Los Angeles. She is currently trying to find work as an actress.
Luis: Age 20, basketball and soccer champ in high school, dropped out of Major Malcolm Wheeler-Nicholson to go to vocational school. He is currently working as a mechanic at the Morales Auto Repair shop.
The clock kept ticking.
Had the clock always been that loud? She could hear the ticking from the other side of the room. It was too distracting! How was she supposed to focus on math when that damn clock kept catching her attention. The clock, and the gym class outside. She could see them from her seat by the window. They were playing soccer, and it looked like they were having a good time. She should be out there. She'd be running circles around everyone else, kicking the ball through some lazy-bones legs and straight into the net. Maybe she'd add a bit of pizzazz and make it a sliding kick. Her team would cheer, the coach would give her a grin, and she would be a champion. The champion.
The clock kept ticking.
She tugs her dark brown hair out of it's ponytail before quickly pulling it back into one again, all while staring down at the numbers on the page in front of her. She wasn't the champion right now. She wasn't anything right now. How was she supposed to know what that symbol meant? Had they learned that symbol? She glances up from her test to glance at the teacher and the other students. Everyone looked really focused, all of them scribbling the answers down like it was the most obvious thing in the world. Mr. McDowd-the bastard- was sitting at his desk, but glanced up when he felt her gaze on him. Instantly she looked back down at her paper.
She might as well have been taking the test in greek. The class was half over, and she'd only answered six of the twenty questions on the exam. She couldn't fail another test. Coach would kill
her if she bombed another one. But what was she supposed to do? It wasn't like she could study. She didn't even know how to study for a math test. Tugging at the edge of the designer brand skirt she'd been lucky enough to borrow from one of her richer friends, Maya tries to remember just what a pythagorean theorem was.
The clock kept ticking.
By the time class was over, Maya had successfully finished fifteen of the twenty questions. She'd be lucky to get eight of them right. She hadn't cheated, though the opportunity had been present. She knew the right people, she could have figured something out. But she hadn't done it. Why hadn't she done it? If she'd just gotten herself a cheat sheet, she could have given her curve a huge bump in the right direction. Why hadn't she done it?
The bell rings, and Maya was out of her desk and in the hall before most of her peers had risen from their desks. Fleeing into the bathroom and finding privacy in one of the stalls, Maya sits on the sits on the toilet sit. Covering her face in her hands, Maya fights the tears that threatened to fall. Why wouldn't she just fucking cheat?
Sitting at the kitchen table with her mother and father, Maya smiles eagerly as she shows the pair the ski trip flier and consent form. "I can go, right?" She hadn't been able to go last year: punishment from the school for horribly bad grades. But her G.P.A was a tiny bit higher this time around, so she was free from the ban she'd been placed under last time around. "Everyone else has gotten to go." She was speaking about every other Morales child. The Morales family wasn't flush with extra money, but their children had never wanted when it came to things like this.
"Ahh, it's disgusting how much money this school takes from us. Public school is supposed to be free! But they catch us with things like this, it's ridiculous." Her Father bemoans even as he begins to write a check to the school. "They should stop taking you kids on such extravagant trips. What does skiing have to do with your education, huh? You should skip
it." He complains as he writes his name on the permission slip. "It's just supposed to be for fun, everyone likes skiing." Her Father snorts at this even as he hands his youngest daughter the paperwork. "For this much money,I could have gotten a group rate and we could have all gone skiing."[/i]
Lucas entered the kitchen, ready and eager to make trouble, but barely batting an eye at the trio at the table. He walks to the fridge and grabbing himself a gatorade, begins the show. "Ski trip huh? I remember that, fun times." He takes a quick gulp of his red beverage before smirking at his little sister. "I'm pretty sure that's where Bruno got laid
for the first time." He takes another drink of the red, managing to maintain a poker face for about four seconds before he starts snickering.
"WHAT?!" Their Mother squawks, slamming her hands down on the table as she rises to her feet.
"Ohmygod." Maya's hands cover her face. Why would Lucas say
something like that?
"Lucas, you cannot mean to say such a thing!-Where is my rosary? Someone bring me my rosary." By then their mother was already halfway across the kitchen, grabbing the phone, and calling her recklessly sinful son. "Bruno!? Bruno!! Are you there? I know you are there. Pick up the phone right now you stupid boy! When was the last time you went to church-huh? You think God isn't paying attention? Because he is--and so am I! Bruno, I know you can hear me--Pick up the phone!-" The rest of their mother's voicemail is unheard as she paces out of the kitchen and into the living room. Despite this, everyone knew he would not
be picking up in the middle of the call, nor was he casually overhearing Mrs. Morales's voicemail as she spoke, because Bruno's personal phone (and the number Mrs. Morales had dialed) was a cell phone
"Ohmygod." Maya repeats, all one word, utterly humiliated by her family even though no one else could see them.
Their Father scowled at the snickering Morales child and it didn't take long before he swatted him on the back of the head. "En bocas cerradas no entran moscas!" He lectures before going off after his wife, trying to smooth down the chaos that had been started without any good reason.
With both parents gone, Maya shoves the completed paperwork into her bag before sending a scowl of her own towards her brother. "No sirves para nada" Everyone in their family knew God didn't really understand insults in spanish, so she wouldn't need to confess to insulting her brother.
His snickering, which had gone when their father had hit him in the back of the head, returned and turned into full fledged laughter. Ruffling his little sister's hair and ignoring her glare and her attempt to duck
from the affectionate gesture, he grins down at her. "Have fun on the trip. Keep yourself nice and toasty
Blowing hair out of her face after he leaves the room, Maya finally rises from her own seat. There was used women's skii equipment somewhere in the attic, equipment that had been new when Rosia went on the trip, used when Valentina went on the trip, and almost falling apart now that it was her turn. She didn't really care though, she just wanted a chance to skii. A chance to get into that speed zone
. She'd gone a few times over the years on family trips, but because the three daughters had had to share equipment, it wasn't exactly the most fun she'd ever had. This was a chance to play around with a sport she didn't get a chance to try out very often...and maybe have a few extracurricular amusements as well. She smiles to herself as she enters the attic. She'd heard plenty about what went on at these kinds of trips, and was ready and eager to be a part of it. God didn't pay attention to people surrounded by snow, right?