Carey SchlafrigAge :
Stopping counting.. Sex :
*yawn* The sin of sloth.. House :
Sloth.. The one with a bed in the conference room.. Position :
Trying to pass off being the Head of House Sloth..Year :
Heh.. He asked me what year it is.. Skills:
Carey is a spa lover, familiar and adept at all forms of massage, acupressure, and just mellowing someone out. This also carries over into her knowledge of martial arts, in which she uses pressure points, Aikido techniques and Tai Chi motions to settle the big and restless members of her house. Luckily, her innate physical strength makes further study unnecessary. She is manipulative, in her subtle way, and is a beautiful odd-ball: a calculated trait that actually serves to distract others, more than to tease them. She also has a keen ability for video games, a wide knowledge of movies, and is unnaturally adept at other time killing recreational activities. And yes, she has drugs. Potions, narcotics.. she has a talent for making them right. Don't tell the students. ..Or do, I don't care..Powers:
Like all her siblings, she's lived long enough to become fairly, supernaturally good at just about everything mundane. In fact, it would be much simpler to describe what mundane abilities she doesn't have, out of lack of interest. Most of her supernatural powers revolve around enabling others to be lazy. She can change people's shapes, for instance, although it's usually too much work. But her real powers lie in suggestion. She can give others a false feeling of ease, certainty, achievement, or confusion. She can get inside the heads of the sleeping or distracted and give them beautiful, misleading visions that make them never want to wake up. She sometimes uses this on people who don't come to class, making them dream they've been there anyway, so they don't fall too far behind. She also has a peculiar ability over spiders and dust, and seems to be able to conjure webs from her own body.Height :
5'4"Weight / Body type :
We don't keep track of that kind of stuff.. / CurvyHair :
Blonde, very long, usually unkempt. Skin :
Pale. I don't get out much.. Eyes :
Dull GrayDistinguishing Features :
Usually covered in spider webs, and almost always has a pillow somewhere on her person. Her arms have snake tattoos that run down from her shoulder blades to the palm of her left hand and the wrist of her right. Sometimes, they start moving, which is usually the tell for when you are being suggested to..Likes :
Video games, sleep, aromatherapy sensory massages, drugs, Janice
from the Muppets, rainy days, not giving a damn, deadly nightshade flowers, more sleep, spiders, dusty hallways, old books, soooooooft pillows..Dislikes :
Overachievers. The anxious, high-strung and belligerent. Sunlight. Drama. Responsibility. Heavy Metal.About:
A dust covered, silver plaque reads..
"There are none crueler than the kind. Nothing that rots faster than the sweet. None that rest better than the dead."
"Therefore, be welcome. And be at ease." ..What..? You.. actually want me to talk about myself? Uh.. okay, I guess..
Let's see.. I guess I should start with my family. I'm.. sort of the black sheep, I guess you'd say. Pride's all.. be somebody. Greed's all.. get stuff. And Wrath? Heh.. they all wanna be the deadliest sin.. And y'know what..? They can have it.. I'll be in bed..
The world's always been too busy.. Too dramatic.. Politics, scrambling for survival.. The rest of my family was having a ball about it.. I mean, you cannot. Believe. Just how much fun they've had.. But then they leave these.. people, these.. broken.. desperate, lost.. These people get mad.. They pick themselves up and say, let's change it.. Let's fix it all..! And they run themselves into the grave.. forgotten.. their whole life lived with all that pain.. just, useless.. It's fucking sad..
So, that's where I come in.. I'm the nice one.. you can't fix this, I tell them.. you can't bring back the dead.. you can't stop the wars.. you can't end the hate, the hunger.. you don't have to try, I tell them.. It's not your burden, I tell them.. And then I rub their shoulders.. give them a little something to eat.. put them somewhere soft so they can rest.. and help them forget about it all.. Why live a life so quick, so short.. why hurt yourself, trying to make things better that were never your responsibility..?
Hehe.. and this is what I don't tell my family.. keep it a secret, okay..? Those fun things they do, the get stuff and be somebody, the killing and the addiction... it leaves a pile of rubble behind.. filled with the very best of humanity, sworn to rebuild.. They make the heroes.. the idealists.. people who could make the world a better place.. Now me, I take those heroes and give them a back rub.. take their crusades away and let them rest.. I literally break the best of humanity, with a feather pillow and some kind words.. And it works.. *yaawn* My way.. works..!
All that fun they're having, my family.. they couldn't have it without me.. I'm not the deadliest sin.. I'm the nice one.. Nice enough to keep it going..
By the way.. have you seen the internet..? Makes all this sooooo much easier..Labels :
Underachiver, sleepy head, lazy, boring, odd-ballSexuality :
I'm not picky.. *wink* (pan-sexual)Sexual On's and Offs :
On: Submissive goodness, bondage, exhibitionism! Offs: Daipers. I know this is Sloth but.. no daipers..Player :
(Better pics pending...)