((ahhh Tilman, her psycho attitude attracts me to no ends... but I must admit, had she had redhair I'd seriously want to marry her. I'm a sucker for redheads. 
Picturing Tilman with redhair... wowza, that'd be insane.... well more so than she was. Now I gotta think of which character of mine is most impacted by another throughout their life. I got an idea but drawing blanks as to how to tell it so color me interested, hopefully I'll get some inspiration here soon.
In the meantime, nice read.))
This is a weekly article, delivered to you every Wednesday. These articles are intended to be a fun exercise as well as a good resource for role-players to explore Character Development so please feel free to post your own characters reaction to the weekly prompt.
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Who is/was the most influential person in your character's life?
((Okay, so this is me, subbing for Lady C with the weekly RP Prompt. I hope people enjoy, and let me know if I messed up.
Courtney's eyes opened slowly, at first she couldn't focus, all she saw was white. Then, slowly the yellow walls of her room came into clarity. She glanced at her window, the day was bright sunny, she caught the sound of birds outside her window. She sat up in bed, her yellow pajama top was emblazoned with an image of Emperor Cole's smiling, benign face. She got up, looking over her room with its stuffed animals, interactive computer unit, and state approved posters. She walked on bare feet to her window and gazed out at her small backyard. A wooden fence visible from her window.
Courtney was a slim red head, stranding a little under five feet five inches, she had bright blue eyes. She was only fifteen, but had already experienced seeing the Devouring Earth.
"Courtney!" came a female voice from downstairs, it carried up the narrow stairway that led to the small landing, which the three bedrooms were off of. "Hurry up dear, you're gonna be late logging into school!"
"Coming Mother." she said in an exasperated voice.
'Don't take that tone with me young lady' came her mother's telepathic retort.
'Sorry Mother..' she thought back, apologetically.
A few minutes later, the fifteen year old Courtney came down the stairs, dressed in her school uniform, a gray and black plaid skirt, knee high white socks, with sneakers a white shirt, covered by a gray sweater vest. She looked at her mother, her purple hair fell to her shoulders as she smiled at Courtney.
'I don't understand if we can use telepathy why we even have to speak to each other Mother.' she communicated as she sat down at the breakfast table.
'Because dear Courtney not everyone can talk like we do.' she thought back to the young woman.'It is impolite to exclude the mundanes like that.'
Courtney giggled and started in on her breakfast, she oftne looked up at her mother, marveling at her beauty, poise, and intelligence. Even though they looked almost noting alike, Mother had purple hair, a very full figure and deep brown eyes.
"So where's my brother?" Courtney asked between mouthfuls of cereal.
"Courtney dear, you don't have any brothers," Mother answered sweetly, "only sisters."
Courtney's face froze a moment, she bit her lower lip, as her eyes seemed to focus on something no there. She knew she had a brother, and for that matter where was her father? Didn't he need breakfast too?
"Seymour, that's his name." she said turning to Mother, "And where's father?"
Mother stopped puttering around the small kitchen and looked hard at Courtney. Her brown eye flashed angrily at the young woman.
"They're not important young lady, only your studies are." she said through clenched teeth.
"Why is your hair purple Mother?" Courtney suddenly asked, "Its not supposed to be, its red, like mine. Who are you?"
'I AM MOTHER!' the thought hit her like a physical blow, causing her to fall out of her chair onto the cold floor. As she did so, the carefully crafted illusion faded from around her. The brightly colored walls of the kitchen faded to the sterile white walls of the Mother of Mercy Psychiatric Hospital, Courtney aged approximately 6 years to 21, gone was the school uniform, replaced by a faded gray hospital gown. Her red hair was hacked short, her blue eyes recessed, with dark circles surrounding them, and she looked thinner then when she was fifteen. She looked up at Praetor Tilman, who called herself Mother a defiant look in her azure eyes. Standing just outside the room, looking into it through a large two way mirror stood 4 Seers, classified as Beholders, some of the strongest psychics available to Praetor Tilman. Two of them lay motionless on the floor, having passed out during Praetor Tilman's outburst.
"You're not my Mother." Courtney said angrily, "she had long red hair like mine, she had blue eyes like me. She was kind, caring and beautiful.."
The blow cut off Courtney in mid sentence, her hand went immediately to her stinging cheek. Unshed tears welled in her eyes, but she didn't cry out, refusing to give into the urge, she just stared at Praetor Tilman.
"Now Courtney, do you see what you made me do?" Shalice Tilman said in her sweetest voice. "You made Mother angry. I don't want to hurt you dear, I want to help you."
"Then let me go home." Courtney said stubbornly.
"You can't dear," she said, still with her sweet voice. "You are a powerful telepath, your powers left unchecked could cause untold misery."
Shalice Tilman turned and walked to the doorway, she stopped and turned to face Courtney, her voice lost its earlier sweetness, it was now hard and cold.
"Besides dear, Gwendolyn Williams is dead."
Courtney simply started at Shalice Tilman for a moment, trying to believe she was being lied to. But, she could sense the truth of her words and a ragged scream tore from her throat.
Shalice simply turned her back on the crying woman and opened the door to allow the orderlies entry into the room. A doctor in a lab coat follow behind them, she held out her hand.
"Make sure she is medicated tonight Doctor," she said, her voice soft and sweet again. "She gave me a headache today. I trust that will not happen again?"
The doctor paled as the Praetor walked out of the door.
"You will be mine my daughter." she said to herself, as she stalked out the door.
((Alright, please feel free to post as well. Thank you.