Sarah Gabriella Hale

by **Paine** October 15th 2011, 11:21 am

part i. True Personality

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act i. The Real Girl
Birth Name: Sarah Gabriella Hale
Age: 23
Gender: Female
Race: White/Asian
Ethnicity: Italian/Japanese
Mental Illness(es): DID (Dissociative Identity Disorder) and LLI (Low Latent Inhibition)

act ii. The Diagnostics
Height: Feet: Five Inches: Six
Weight: 121lbs
Hair: Milk chocolate brown.
Eyes: Soft white-blue.
Voice: Alto, soft, and alluring.
Skin: Scarred.

act iii. The Dossier
Likes: All kinds of music, solace, drawing, writing, reading, helping others.
Dislikes: Anyone who talks ill of her past, or brings it up.
Attitude: Sarah, torn apart by Seth (Good) and Harley (Evil), is not your average girl. She's mostly quiet and reserved, and tends to keep her nose out of others business. She's really your every day girl next door, with a bit of heart break and dark memories.
Habit/Twitch: She's always doing something with her hands, or wiggling her toes. She's usually avoiding any violent events or even movies or music, but she does enjoy some forms of metal.

act iv. The Armament
Weapon: Anything she can get her hands on.
Armor: Toughened skin prescribed by experiments placed on her.
Accessories: A pen and notepad, as well as a cellular and multiple credit cards.

act v. The History: Including Sarah, Harley, and Seth
Parents, both seemingly loving and caring, typically shower their children with gifts and extravagant birthday parties, don't they? As a girl, a child struggling through a private school for "Little Geniuses," Sarah was not once given a single gift; no presents were ever allowed to be given to her. She was only seven when her parents found out about her mental condition. This condition, matched with a low IQ could possibly make the child, or being, ill and unstable. But, because of Sarah's unnaturally high IQ, she was able to adapt to her mental condition superbly. Low Latent Inhibition, meaning her brain processes the information and detail that normal brains tend to ignore. In simple terms, this means she takes in information of every aspect of things in detail and, if coupled with a high IQ, this condition basically makes her a creative genius. While Sarah was first attending a public school up to age six, she was teased by the other kids for being a "Teacher's Pet." Sarah was always being handled as a star student because of her straight A's and perfect attitude while in school. The things she was picked on for were so odd. She colored inside the lines, and actually shaded color. She could tie her shoes, and for reading fun, it was a dictionary or encyclopedia. She actually enjoyed school, learning, and being around other students.

From ages seven to ten, Sarah was placed into the private school for "Little Geniuses." She, being a kid that loved school, hated that place. Everyone there either thought they were the best, or picked on other children for their abilities. Another challenge was coming home to a broken family. As soon as Sarah was placed into the private school, her parents just could not make ends meet. They were having trouble keeping up with their bills, and their loving relationship came to a halt. Sarah would lie awake in bed on the ground floor, just underneath of her parents' room. She would hear yelling, something thrown across the room. Shuffled foot steps down wooden stairs, and finally, the front door slamming. The thing that came next was painful. Sarah could hear her mother crying, alone in her room. She wanted to get up, out of bed, and comfort her mom, but circumstances prevented that. It was almost always five to ten minutes after the front door was slammed and the clock fell from the nail on the wall to the floor, that her father would come through the front door with a creaking set of foot steps. Sarah would roll onto her side moments before her door was open, and clamp her eyes shut. She hated nights when her parents fought. It only meant more confusion for Sarah.

After nights that her parents fought, and she got her visits from dear-old-dad, she would go to school and silence herself, keeping her mind on what she was doing. The first time Sarah became a different person was when in line for lunch and two boys standing behind of her pushed her forward and made her trip over her recently untied shoes. She turned around after standing back up and punched one of the boys right in the nose. The boy was so shocked, he started to cry, "Geeze, Sarah, why are you so mean?" he had asked, and Sarah replied back, "That's not my name! It's Harley!" Harley was only the beginning of the new mental condition this poor, intelligent little girl was going to be vexed with. After countless visits with the family psychologist and medication, Sarah hadn't shown any new signs of "Harley." At school, though, Sarah was caught talking with herself, though she would call the other 'person' Harley. The teachers at the "Little Geniuses" school reported to Sarah's psychologist that she had started talking to a Harley, but there was no other student named Harley. Dr. Snyder, an older woman with a pointed nose, and pointed personality, would sit in silence with Sarah, waiting for the girl to start talking.

Their first session, Sarah told Dr. Snyder that Harley was sorry and that she would never hit anyone again. It wasn't until another "incident" at school that triggered Harley back into existence. Sarah, or in this case, Harley was pinning a girl up against the wall, her elbow burrowed into the girl's neck. Ashley, the snooty bitch that had been creating a social hell for Sarah, was in tears, begging for Sarah to stop. "My name is Harley..." was what Sarah had said, being pulled off of Ashley and rushed away from the scene. That very same day, Sarah was pulled out of the school. She was ten. She would be entering Junior High, but her psychologist, Dr. Snyder, thought it would not be a good idea to let Sarah attend any more private schools. Sarah's parents were thankful for that, and started to try their hand at loving each other again. That didn't stop the nightly visits from dear-old-dad, though. Somehow, they became more regular. It was almost every other night that Sarah's father, Charlie, would come visit unbeknownst to her fragile, trusting mother, Julie.

So, age eleven, a fresh start. A new school. A new town. Yes, they moved from a little town in Alabama to the big city of Atlanta, Georgia. Dr. Snyder recommended that they move so that Sarah would not be brought down by her past. Dr. Snyder was also iffy on diagnosing Sarah with DID, Dissociative Identity Disorder, but the Doc' was sure that's what young Sarah had. Both parents, Charlie and Julie, were brought into questioning, and they both pinned it on Sarah's private school and how mean the children were to her. How they were mean to each other, but little Sarah was innocent. She was the girl that didn't stir up anything. The police, child services, and Dr. Snyder bought the story and insisted that a move would be for the best.

When they first moved into their home, Charlie, Mr. Hale, stopped visiting Sarah for a while. It made things worse for her. She became confused as to why her own dad didn't want her anymore. His visits were not exactly innocent, but they weren't at all that sexual. He would hold her close, and command Sarah, "Tell Daddy you love him." But, without that fucked up relationship with her father, she really never was around her dad. Sarah was never around her mother, either. Attending the public school in Atlanta was like going to cell block A at a maximum security prison. Kids that actually had it out for other kids, and threatened them with death. Sarah was 12 now, in her sixth year of school. She was on her way home from school, riding the big yellow bus. She sat in the middle of the transportation, stuck next to a window with her book bag forming a shield from the boy that sat next to her. Sarah was looking out the window, a pad of lined paper sitting in her lap, a pencil held in her right hand. She had already finished all of her math homework, so now she was suppose to write a poem about love. All she had written was, "My daddy loves me." The boy, he being a year older than her, looked over at her paper and read it to himself. He poked Sarah in the shoulder and smiled, "It's good to have a dad that loves you. I don't have a dad." The boy's name was Tyler. Sarah had known that since she first started riding the bus. But, what he had said triggered a new persona. "I don't love my dad.. but I feel sorry for him.." Tyler felt bad for making the girl sitting next to him so sad. "Hey, I'm sorry.. my name is Tyler, what's yours?" Sarah, even though it really wasn't her, blinked and looked up at him. "Seth. My name is Seth."

Seth became the personality within Sarah that gave kindness and empathy toward other people. This certain personality was often brought forward when she was visiting her new psychologist, Dr. Marshall. Dr. Gregory Marshall was a short, round man with beady eyes behind of wire rimmed glasses. His thinning hair and warm, rosy cheeks were a mocking image of Santa Claus. Sarah was thirteen now, sitting with her knees pulled to her chest in a large leather chair. Dr. Marshall always started by offering Sarah a cup of warm tea. She denied him, and then he asked about her day at school. "Another fight.. Harley tried to get into the middle of it.." The doctor scribbled down some notes and sighed, "Do you let Harley out? Or does Harley do it on her own?" Sarah shrugged and looked at her shoes. This girl was definitely broken and scared. Her father started seeing her again, but sometimes Seth came out to comfort her father. Harley was not stronger than Seth, but she always trying to get out to hurt Charlie; to cause him the pain that he had caused both Sarah and Seth. "I let Harley out," said Sarah. "But I don't," said Seth. The tone of voice changed completely with this girl, even her posture. Sarah was sitting with herself wrapped up. Seth sat with both feet on the floor, and her hands folded across her lap.

Dr. Marshall took a liking to Sarah, and her DID. He also tested her Low Latent Inhibition sometimes, pushing her to the edge of dissecting a simple object like a wall clock or a mechanical pencil. Sarah had the potential to become either a Doctor or Lawyer with her IQ and LLI. One day, Sarah snapped at Dr. Marshall's orders to dissect an ink well pen. She threw it at the wall, it hitting a bull's eye. It struck a pinned picture of Sarah, right in the forehead. She growled and flipped the desk she was working at onto it's side and said, "Fuck it!" Sixteen years old, but no idea what was going to happen now. "Harley?" asked Dr. Marshall. He had never met Harley himself, and he was actually making it his goal to push Sarah over the edge. Now that Harley was here, he was certain this would be the girl he could make a bit of profit off of. "Yeah, what do ya' want, old geezer?" asked Harley, narrowing her eyes with her fists down at her sides. She was so full of anger. An anger that could not be stopped by anything but a bit of self control from two other personalities pulling on her.

The Doctor dialed up a number and said, "Yes. This is one you'll definitely want." Harley had stormed out, catching only the end of his sentence. He was probably talking to another shrink. That night, when Charlie came to visit, Harley was lying in bed. It was Harley. "Sarah.." breathed daddy-dearest, his alcoholic tongue making a smacking sound as he licked his lips. "No. It's Harley," she said, lunging toward her father wildly, a knife being plunged into his heart directly. The force was perfect. Harley, or Sarah, who knows, had calculated the amount of pressure and force needed to kill her old man. Now he was dead. Not even a moment later, her bedroom door flew open and a man in black forced the knife from her hand and placed a bag over her head, taking her away from her home, her mother, and her life. She was only sixteen years old, not a single present ever given to her in her whole life... except the death of her father.

When Sarah woke, she was strapped to a chair in a fancy looking lab full of white and glass. She was presented in front of a man with a hospital mask over his nose and mouth. A pair of glasses with magnifying bulbs over the lenses were worn over his eyes, and a scrub cap was dressing his head. He had thin, veiny hands and he wreaked of formaldehyde. This was either a doctor, or someone who practiced illegally. Sarah struggled against the binds on her wrists and ankles, her hips shifting while the belt strapping her middle to the chair creaked and whined in protest of her violent wriggling. "Who are you? What do you want?" she kept asking, and the creepy little man stuck a finger across her lips to silence her. She narrowed her eyes and here came Harley. She bit his finger and he snapped back, shaking his hand and chuckling wildly. "Oh my! Looks like we have a lively one!" The chair that Sarah, Seth, and Harley was sitting in started to tilt back, and a foot rest extended until they were laying on their back.

A sock, or something mocking a gag, was placed into Sarah's mouth, silencing her cursing. The table, or bed, or chair that she was strapped to was then rolled back beneath a set of needles. They were positioned to pierce Sarah's wrists, temples, thighs and calves. A devices was slipped over Sarah's head, giving the doctor the ability to tinker with that beautiful brain of her's. The man was going to inject a sort of serum that would enhance the girl's body, giving her powers. She would become durable to withstand extreme heat and cold, as well as certain amounts of pressure. Her skeleton would become stronger than Earth's strongest metal. He would also create a sort of clothing that would sprout from this girl's skin like a growth. He also made it to where with her personality change, her hair would change color. Seth's hair would be white, eyes white. Harley's hair would be black, eyes green. The attire that would dress Harley would be dark reds and blacks. Seth's attire would be whites and silvers. This girl would be two entities in one, with a single girl, Sarah, to balance out the Good and Evil. This would bring extreme news to this man's career if he could get out word that he created the prefect super being. One of pure good and pure evil.

But, little to his knowledge, a facility and company known as Project Perfection was already working on creating beings better than Sarah Hale. Before Sarah woke from her medically induced coma, the Doctor was killed and all evidence of his work was destroyed. Sarah, however, was left there, alone, to never find out what had happened to the little old man that turned her into such a monster.

part ii. First Personality

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act i. Harley
Name: Harley Halloween
Title: Halloween, Noir
Age: 23
Gender: Female
Race: White/Asian
Ethnicity: Italian/Japanese
Mental Illness(es): DID (Dissociative Identity Disorder) and LLI (Low Latent Inhibition)

act ii. The Diagnostics
Height: Feet: Five Inches: Six
Weight: 121lbs
Hair: Black.
Eyes: Green.
Voice: Tenor, dark and wicked.
Skin: Scarred.

act iii. The Dossier
Likes: Heavy Metal, gore, pain, sex, money, "drugs."
Dislikes: Annoying people, greedy people, people that think they're better than others.
Attitude: Harley doesn't give two fucks about anyone or anything, other than Sarah and Seth. It takes a lot to make Harley trust you, or any one else. She's the part of Sarah Hale that strikes fear into the hearts of others.
Habit/Twitch: Being pushed over the edge, or someone stepping on her last "nerve." Violence triggers Harley easily, but other small triggers like making Sarah or Seth do things they don't like bring Harley to the surface.

act . The Armament
Weapon: A curved, serrated dagger and hidden knives that project from a gauntlet on top of her wrist..
Armor: Her skin has the ability to withstand a certain amount of damage, and also create a form of "clothes." The clothing is dark colors that surround her and keep her hidden from sight. The clothing also acts as a sort of durable shield.
Accessories: A pen and notepad, as well as a cellular and multiple credit cards.

part iii. Second Personality

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act i. Seth
Name: Seth Gabriel
Title: Lux, Light
Age: 23
Gender: Female
Race: White/Asian
Ethnicity: Italian/Japanese
Mental Illness(es): DID (Dissociative Identity Disorder) and LLI (Low Latent Inhibition)

act ii. The Diagnostics
Height: Feet: Five Inches: Six
Weight: 121lbs
Hair: White.
Eyes: White.
Voice: Soprano, light and happy.
Skin: Scarred.

act iii. The Dossier
Likes: White, bright rooms, seeing happy couples, helping people.
Dislikes: Annoying people, greedy people, people that think they're better than others.
Attitude: Seth has empathetic feelings for other people, and animals. If she sees someone in some kind of emotional pain, she's usually there to comfort them. Seth is also a person to commit acts of good.
Habit/Twitch: Seth is caught staring off into space or day dreaming from time to time. She's usually drawing a masterpiece or out rescuing an animal of some sort.

act . The Armament
Weapon: A curved, serrated dagger and hidden knives that project from a gauntlet on top of her wrist..
Armor: Her skin has the ability to withstand a certain amount of damage, and also create a form of "clothes." The clothing is light colors that surround her and catch eyes, making her the center of attention. The clothing also acts as a sort of durable shield.
Accessories: A pen and notepad, as well as a cellular and multiple credit cards.

by **Baaqir** October 15th 2011, 3:50 pm

Very nice amount of detail, it'll be interesting to see how the three personalities respond to the same character. Right off the bat I can tell Miss Midas would like Harley, and both Harley and Seth would hate the Autumn Knight. Though I'm not sure how they'd respond to Baaqir. That's just my characters.

Anyway, I'd have said all this in Cbox but I'm on my PS3 and it doesn't work. Anyway, good show.

by **Pain** November 29th 2011, 11:31 am

I don't understand this application.

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