Post by sookie stackhouse on Aug 24, 2010 9:12:01 GMT -5
Sookie Stackhouse
[/color]is Loyal, honest, brave[/i][/center]
Name: Sookie Stackhouse
Age: 26
Species: (human,vampire,witch,shifter,demon,fae) human and 1/8th fae
Hometown: Bon Temps Louisiana
Status: single,looking,married,in a relationship... In a relationship with Bill Compton
if your human and wish to have an ability like Sookie's please PM Eric Northman
History:
Sookie stakchouse is the youngest girl born to Corbett and Michelle Stackhouse, when she was 8 her parents were killed in a flash flood. Sookie is considered very special, to some and crazy to the rest of the town of Bon Temps based on the fact that she was born with a strong telepathic ability, that is later accredited to the fact that she is 1/8th fairy.
She and her brother were then brought up by their grandmother; Adelle Stackhouse, when their parents died. Gran lavished love and a sense of responsibility on both children but Sookie seemed to take stronger to that than Jason.
Her adolescence was hardset because of her telepathy because she could hear the thoughts of everyone in the classroom and in the halls etc, it is only when she meets Vampire Bill Compton that she is offered some peace of mind, literally, because she finds out she can not hear the thoughts of vampires. This is what also draws her to Bill and because of Bills vampiric responsibilities[being he submitted fealty to Eric Northman, sheriff of Area 5], he is the bridge that brings Sookie to Eric.
Currently; she works at Merlotte's Bar and Gril as a waitress, along with her friend Tara Thornton who is a barmaid there[in the show, in the books Tara runs and owns Tara's togs, and the two are not as close as they are in the show].
Personality:
Sookie is very loyal to her friends and giving of herself if it is going to help them out. She tries her best[in the books] to be that good Samaritan her gran brought her up to be, and she is always thinking [in the books] about how to keep to her morality and to do things without causing much harm to those that do not warrant it. Later on [in the books] this becomes very much compromised and Sookie looses her veil of innocence, not just from having Bill be her first but, with ever step she takes into the vampire world, she sheds some of the softer parts of herself when the reality of that world confronts her head on.When pushed in a corner, she is very resourceful[in the books] in trying to help herself out as much as she can before she gleans/acquires help from others.
She loves to sunbathe, and read. She also holds very tightly to her sense of independence, at one point she tells Bill she will not be a kept woman, and she also uses some of the more stressful points in her adventures as a stepping stone to prove to those who think she is the weakest link, that she is not.
When her strength is tried, she tends to daze off and this is when her telepathic ability can become a problem because she takes down her mental guard to give herself time to rest but that just opens her up to the thoughts and brainchatter of others. Sometimes this also happens when she is overly stressed.
Name: tinytim
Age: 28
Where you found us: on the Yield to Me msgboard
Years RPing: 15
Hidden Phrase: The Hidden Phrase is Hogwarts
RP Sample:
She hadn't been down to the cemetery since they put her in the ground. Tara didn't like to look back, both figuratively and literally. Going to visit the dead always seemed like a sad way one has of looking back and trying to grab hold of the things in their past that made them feel...feel what?
When you're dead, dead for good and buried in the ground, what good does looking at a headstone do? But, here she was, and the pain of it didn't seem so bad all of a sudden. Shoulders hunched, her knuckles white as she griped the steeringwheel, she sighs a whispered sound.
Why did she always get that tingle of chastisement when she figured to do something that made her feel good? Why couldn't she just get the good for what it was without worrying?
Scoffing at her own thoughts,she parked her car in the driveway of Bon Temps Cemetery. The reason why she never took things for what they were, was because over time, she had learned her lesson. When good things never stopped coming to her without a trail of disappointment...maybe she would not be such a cynical person now. She did try...sometimes.
God did she try. On those nights when her mother was screaming at her in a drunken stupor, unable to stand on her own but still strong enough to lob bottles at her closed door. It was only Tara in that room, crying, hugging her knees to herself as she listened to every word Lettie spat at her, chasing them out from hurting her as much, with the hope and prayer that she'd get better, that EVERYTHING would get better.. When she was younger; Tara had more hope in one finger than she had in her entire being now.
Lesson learned.
She'd hoped to make Lettie proud and by some miracle, that was chalk full of stories in the Good Book Lettie kept at her bedside, after all the work Tara would put in to making her mother proud of her, the alcoholic would disappear, and leave her with a caring loving woman, to see her from her days as a girl, into a woman. Tara hoped that would uncover the mother she needed and wanted in her life.
Maybe it was a long way to get a prayer to god and He had not gotten the plethora of prayers Tara sent out to him yet? And so, while they were set aside, time went on and Tara grew up, some of it, not so much by herself thanks to Gran Stackhouse and Sookie, and a good chunk of it, still quite alone.
~Be grateful for whatchu got~ She could almost hear the womans voice, and see that smile warm her features before Gran Stackhouse would usher Tara into the kitchen for a bite to eat.
There was love in her words and love in her food.
As if her feet knew the way before her mind caught on, she was already standing in front of the headstone reading Adele Stackhouse.This was the rock that kept Tara from being just another statistic in Bon Temps, well, another assumptive statistic in the town where the ratio of African American residence could be accounted for on both hands.
You'd think they would find some solace in one another but, that was truly not the case. Amongst their own enclave, it was always keep your eyes front and your progress forward. Like those friends you had in grade school, fizzling out to those faces in the hall you simply nodded at on occasion when you got to high school.
She placed flowers on the plot, looking around nervously over the trimmed grass and the sun kissed expanse of mourning grounds before she started in on her visit, hands stuffed in her pockets, rocking slightly on her heels.
"Hey Gran....I know it's been awhile and, I know I aint got no excuses to give but, if you taught me anything, it's not to regret what I didn't do, and be proud of what I did...I'm trying, real hard Gran." She sits next to the headstone as if Adele Stackhouse had asked her to sit, always there to make Tara feel welcome, at home.
"Things have been..heavy...And I know there are other things that people in this world pull and push through. You used to tell me; God only gives people the things He knows they can handle but Gran...I don't know how much more of this I can handle.
People want things from me, other people take things, and I'm tryin to keep my head up, take care of my momma... and myself I guess." She slouches as the thought hits her before words fall from her lips.
"I miss Sookie...I dunno what I did, or what I aint done but Gran...Even if Momma never gets better, and I keep havin to pick her drunk ass up off the kitchen floor, or pull her away from sippin up on her own vomit...I just.." She bows her head, chuckling away the sorrow, sweeping her hand over the freshly cut grass. "Listen t'me talkin about bein alone and wounded on friends I done lost...It's just..Different ya know; seein her at work, and I don't need to hear nothin to know she's got things pressin in on her...I know you're lookin after her Gran, I have no doubt you'll keep protectin her, girls got an arsenal of guardian angels up there I bet...But, d'You think you could maybe, put in a word for me up there...least when the mines explode on my side of the field, I could have a seat next to you?" she presses her fingers to her lips and touches those fingers to the headstone before getting to her feet, dusting herself off.
"Thanks for lettin me visit, Gran."
She shoves her fists in her pockets,and walks out over the path that leads her back the way she came. She walks without looking back, her head held high, her jaw set and lips drawn into that likely tight line.
It made much sense, that the person Tara could open up to was dead now; it made even more of a sour note to it that the memory of that woman was still the only person Tara could open up to now that Sookie was becoming more of an acquaintance than a friend.
Gran didn't go in a peaceful state as should have been rewarded a good woman like her. Adele had come to a violent end and Sookie had been the one to discover the body.
If Tara was pushing boulders up a mountain, Sookie was pushing twice as much. This was something that they found common ground with. From about the same age they both had very grown up and out of the ordinary issues to deal with, never the same but never so different.
Where Tara had developed a thick skin for the talk around town, she could not fathom how or what Sookie had to do, to put up with the other kind of talk she heard...sometimes too loud, and too much.
For the fact that Sookie came from good stock and exuded the same in her character, Tara felt she deserved less noise than she got, and made it her job to help clear the chatter for her friend as best as she could. Even now, without the two girls passing a solitary word to one another for months, Tara was still one to jump to defend her friend when and if anyone had the brass enough to talk about "Crazy Sookie Stackhouse"
Jason was a different story. Talk about Jason wasn't much to fight off, because it was usually a gregarious play on fact. Jason was a looker and an idiot savant with the women.
Chuckling to herself, she pulls into the lot of Merlotte's, despite her personal tornadoes swirling through her life, she starts off her shift at Merlotte's with a rare smile on her lips. A visual fact that could only be credited to the woman who took her in as her own, when she didn't have to.
~Thanks Gran.~
When you're dead, dead for good and buried in the ground, what good does looking at a headstone do? But, here she was, and the pain of it didn't seem so bad all of a sudden. Shoulders hunched, her knuckles white as she griped the steeringwheel, she sighs a whispered sound.
Why did she always get that tingle of chastisement when she figured to do something that made her feel good? Why couldn't she just get the good for what it was without worrying?
Scoffing at her own thoughts,she parked her car in the driveway of Bon Temps Cemetery. The reason why she never took things for what they were, was because over time, she had learned her lesson. When good things never stopped coming to her without a trail of disappointment...maybe she would not be such a cynical person now. She did try...sometimes.
God did she try. On those nights when her mother was screaming at her in a drunken stupor, unable to stand on her own but still strong enough to lob bottles at her closed door. It was only Tara in that room, crying, hugging her knees to herself as she listened to every word Lettie spat at her, chasing them out from hurting her as much, with the hope and prayer that she'd get better, that EVERYTHING would get better.. When she was younger; Tara had more hope in one finger than she had in her entire being now.
Lesson learned.
She'd hoped to make Lettie proud and by some miracle, that was chalk full of stories in the Good Book Lettie kept at her bedside, after all the work Tara would put in to making her mother proud of her, the alcoholic would disappear, and leave her with a caring loving woman, to see her from her days as a girl, into a woman. Tara hoped that would uncover the mother she needed and wanted in her life.
Maybe it was a long way to get a prayer to god and He had not gotten the plethora of prayers Tara sent out to him yet? And so, while they were set aside, time went on and Tara grew up, some of it, not so much by herself thanks to Gran Stackhouse and Sookie, and a good chunk of it, still quite alone.
~Be grateful for whatchu got~ She could almost hear the womans voice, and see that smile warm her features before Gran Stackhouse would usher Tara into the kitchen for a bite to eat.
There was love in her words and love in her food.
As if her feet knew the way before her mind caught on, she was already standing in front of the headstone reading Adele Stackhouse.This was the rock that kept Tara from being just another statistic in Bon Temps, well, another assumptive statistic in the town where the ratio of African American residence could be accounted for on both hands.
You'd think they would find some solace in one another but, that was truly not the case. Amongst their own enclave, it was always keep your eyes front and your progress forward. Like those friends you had in grade school, fizzling out to those faces in the hall you simply nodded at on occasion when you got to high school.
She placed flowers on the plot, looking around nervously over the trimmed grass and the sun kissed expanse of mourning grounds before she started in on her visit, hands stuffed in her pockets, rocking slightly on her heels.
"Hey Gran....I know it's been awhile and, I know I aint got no excuses to give but, if you taught me anything, it's not to regret what I didn't do, and be proud of what I did...I'm trying, real hard Gran." She sits next to the headstone as if Adele Stackhouse had asked her to sit, always there to make Tara feel welcome, at home.
"Things have been..heavy...And I know there are other things that people in this world pull and push through. You used to tell me; God only gives people the things He knows they can handle but Gran...I don't know how much more of this I can handle.
People want things from me, other people take things, and I'm tryin to keep my head up, take care of my momma... and myself I guess." She slouches as the thought hits her before words fall from her lips.
"I miss Sookie...I dunno what I did, or what I aint done but Gran...Even if Momma never gets better, and I keep havin to pick her drunk ass up off the kitchen floor, or pull her away from sippin up on her own vomit...I just.." She bows her head, chuckling away the sorrow, sweeping her hand over the freshly cut grass. "Listen t'me talkin about bein alone and wounded on friends I done lost...It's just..Different ya know; seein her at work, and I don't need to hear nothin to know she's got things pressin in on her...I know you're lookin after her Gran, I have no doubt you'll keep protectin her, girls got an arsenal of guardian angels up there I bet...But, d'You think you could maybe, put in a word for me up there...least when the mines explode on my side of the field, I could have a seat next to you?" she presses her fingers to her lips and touches those fingers to the headstone before getting to her feet, dusting herself off.
"Thanks for lettin me visit, Gran."
She shoves her fists in her pockets,and walks out over the path that leads her back the way she came. She walks without looking back, her head held high, her jaw set and lips drawn into that likely tight line.
It made much sense, that the person Tara could open up to was dead now; it made even more of a sour note to it that the memory of that woman was still the only person Tara could open up to now that Sookie was becoming more of an acquaintance than a friend.
Gran didn't go in a peaceful state as should have been rewarded a good woman like her. Adele had come to a violent end and Sookie had been the one to discover the body.
If Tara was pushing boulders up a mountain, Sookie was pushing twice as much. This was something that they found common ground with. From about the same age they both had very grown up and out of the ordinary issues to deal with, never the same but never so different.
Where Tara had developed a thick skin for the talk around town, she could not fathom how or what Sookie had to do, to put up with the other kind of talk she heard...sometimes too loud, and too much.
For the fact that Sookie came from good stock and exuded the same in her character, Tara felt she deserved less noise than she got, and made it her job to help clear the chatter for her friend as best as she could. Even now, without the two girls passing a solitary word to one another for months, Tara was still one to jump to defend her friend when and if anyone had the brass enough to talk about "Crazy Sookie Stackhouse"
Jason was a different story. Talk about Jason wasn't much to fight off, because it was usually a gregarious play on fact. Jason was a looker and an idiot savant with the women.
Chuckling to herself, she pulls into the lot of Merlotte's, despite her personal tornadoes swirling through her life, she starts off her shift at Merlotte's with a rare smile on her lips. A visual fact that could only be credited to the woman who took her in as her own, when she didn't have to.
~Thanks Gran.~
