SARAI CATHLEEN MCMURRAY.
THE BASICS.
FULL NAME “I don’t know my birth name, but the nuns called me Sarai...that’s pronounced Sa*da*ee. A biblical name, but they all called me Saudi. When I was adopted I was given a whole name name. Sarai Cathleen McMurray…it’s to long.”
NICKNAMES “I’ll answer Saudi or Sarai, please don’t call me Sara. A lot of teachers and people make that mistake. That isn’t my name and it isn’t how you pronounce it.”
AGE “I don’t know my birthdate. They think I’m around 15 and Oscar and Cathy always used the day I was adopted. So my unofficial birthday is June 14.”
HOMETOWN Guadalajara, Mexico
POWERS”Dream Manipulation. I can make a person dream about what ever I wish. Good things or terrible, terrible things. Sometimes when I’m really upset…I do worse things. I don’t mean to, really I don’t. But I get so scared or angry that I force someone to dream bad things. Sometimes the dreams are so vivid and real that it’s like real life…wonderful for good dreams terrible for the nightmares I can make. I hate it.”
APPEARANCE.
PLAY BY Rachel Hurd-Wood
HEIGHT 5’5”..."Yeah I know I'm not all that tall. Don't rub it in"
WEIGHT 110 lbs..."Trust me this is not by choice.Years of being starved and held prisoner in what used to be a home could have nothing to do with right?"
PHYSICAL DIFFERENCES TO MODEL Saudi's eyes are more blue.
PERSONALITY.
LIKES “I love reading. When I lived with the nun’s at La Quinta Real they taught me to read and they used to let me go to the library in town and get any book I wished. They were never very strict about that. I loved living with them, especially Sister Mary Agnes who was the nun who watched over me. I miss Mexico. Music, there are so many different types and rhymes that each song is unique. I like being out side, but my favorite room in any place is the library. There are more books there than anywhere else I’ve ever been! I like sweet foods, not candy…well not mostly. But like fruits and cakes.”
DISLIKES “I don’t like thunderstorms not because I’m afraid of them or anything but I have bad memories that come with it. I hate people who take advantage of another. Being at the institution against my will. I don’t like being forced to do something, so yeah forceful people definitely get on my nerves. I don’t like being trapped inside all day. I like my freedom and being caged isn’t exactly my idea of fun. I hate the cold and the dark. I often sleep with a nightlight on. I know it seems silly but I know what the dark can hold.”
STRENGTHS “I try to be the best person I can be. It’s difficult but I don’t want to end up like Oscar who was so cold and violent. I’m a hard worker and I try to complain. That isn’t exactly a strength seeing as I don’t usually talk but it’s all I really have. Oh! I’m bilingual, my first language was Spanish then English.”
WEAKNESSES “I don’t trust people easily. In my mind that’s the biggest weakness a person can really have. Trust builds families and relationships, it gives you friends and people you can count on. I don’t have any of that. I’m not shy, which is a good thing. I just don’t normally talk to people. Once again the whole trust thing. I have a weakness for kids, they are just so sweet and innocent.”
HABIT “I play with my hair when I’m lying and chew on my lips when I really have something I need to say. When someone asks about my past I tend to change the subject with out realizing it. I don’t mean to it just sort of happens. If I’m bored my eyes start to wander around the room or I start memorizing other people’s faces.”
GOAL “I want to master my ability so no one else will get hurt. I also want to stay as far away from stage four as I can possibly get.”
SECRETS “I almost killed the man who adopted me.”
RANDOM FACTS “I like romance novels, I know that most of them are corny but some are really good! I eat the frosting off my cake before I eat the cake it’s self, another little weird fact about me.”
BIGGEST FEAR “I don’t want to hurt anybody ever again, that’s why I can’t get close to anyone ever again.”
PERSONALITY Saudi hates when people try to control or use her. So you can be sure that she is hating the fact that I’m going to tell you everything about her…well personality wise. I’ll leave the past up to her. Anyway, she doesn’t like to talk. I know that’s weird, but she really can’t help it. She likes to know a person before she starts to have real conversations with them. If someone does start talking to her it may take her a while before she joins in on the conversation. She’s smart, but she hates school work. She’d rather curl up with a good book someplace she won’t be bothered. She really loves to be alone. Then she can just play in her own little world with out anyone else getting hurt.
However much Sarai likes being alone, there are times she just needs people there. She hates dark places, especially damp, cold, dark places. So her room definitely has a nightlight so she can see that everything is ok. She is strangely at peace with what other girls would call creepy, like spiders and rats. After her childhood there is very little (other than damp cold, closed in places) that scares her. She can create nightmares that would make someone go insane, so yeah very little actually scares her.
Saudi really tries to keep her feelings under control. She’s heard people in the institution call her a robot because she always looks serene and frighteningly calm. Her biggest fear is that she will hurt someone again, even if they do deserve it. That’s one of the main reasons she stays away from most people. She does how ever really like kids and she is extremely protective when it comes the little tyrants. She never had any brothers and sister so some times she wonders what that would have been like. Then she thinks of all the terrible things she is capable of and she is glad there was never a child there to hurt. Saudi also remembers Oscar and chill runs up her spine at the thought of someone else being there when he went on a tirade.
ATTRACTION.
SEXUAL ORIENTATION “I think I’m straight…but you know I don’t really know. I haven’t been exposed too much…”
TURN ONS “They have to be kind, considerate, and understanding. I want someone who will love me no matter what, not some one who just wants to use me.”
TURN OFFS “They can’t be rude or selfish, those are the only two rules I have.”
PAST & CURRENT RELATIONSHIPS “I’ve never dated…”
THE VIRGINITY QUESTION "I am and I doubt that will change."
HISTORY.
MOTHER “Cathy Anne McMurray nee O’Neill, she was a nice woman. She used to put me into all sorts of classes when she adopted me. I was very sad when she died.”
FATHER “Oscar Michael McMurray, he was a good man. When Cathy died he changed and not for the best.”
SIBLINGS None
OTHER “I lives with the nun’s at La Quinta Real in Mexico. I was one of several orphans.”
INCOME “My adoptive family was very well off but we were only upper middle class.”
OPINION OF FAMILY: “When I was first adopted I like the idea of having a mother and father. They were just like I imagined they would be and they didn’t mind my broken English. Unfortunately Cathy died and Oscar blamed me for it. I’ll tell you more about that later. I did love them for a while, I still do. Dad isn’t Oscar. Dad was a kind man who hardly even shouted, who often laughed and smiled. I miss Cathy…Mama…because of her ability to make him light up. We were a very happy family and I don’t know if I will ever get that again. It scares me a little.”
BEST & WORST MEMORY “My best memory was Mama and Dad took me home to Boston with them. The city was so pretty from the sky. They gave me my own room and they told me they loved me both in English and in Spanish. They said that they wanted me to be happy and they hoped I could do that there.
My worst memory was the night that Oscar came to my little dungeon just before I came to the institution. Once again we will get to that later. I don’t like to repeat myself.”
GENERAL HISTORY “Unlike a great deal of children, I have no clue who my mother and father are. I often try to picture them. My mom would have my eyes for sure and I would have her hair. I’d have my dad’s ears and his personality. But what’s the use in trying to figure out who they are? They didn’t want me. Chances are my mother was some rich brat who got pregnant to you by a man who was way older than her. I know she didn’t want me why else would she drop me off at an orphanage in Mexico? I mean I am obviously white (and not Spanish white, I’m talking Irish white). So yeah I ended up at La Quinta Real, a Catholic orphanage run by nuns. It sounds like something out of a fairytale or a really cheesy book. But I assure you this story doesn’t have a happy ending.
The nun’s raised me of course. There is very little need for children where I grew up so very few families came to adopt. The ones that did were from America or European country. They would take one look at me. Why go all the way to Mexico for a baby that has red hair and blue eyes? I learned Spanish, in fact that was the first language I learned. We didn’t speak anything else there. When I was about four we got a new nun. She was from Ireland, she took one look at me and though “Home”. Her name was Mary Agnes and I loved her. She was my first mother. The poor woman tried to teach me English but I was a poor student. I would always daydream and think of new stories. Sister Mary Agnes would laugh at my stories.
That was when I first learned about my abilities. The two of us would have a contest on who would tell the better story. So when I was about 5, I accidentally put her into a sleep state, causing her to see the world as I saw it in my story. She woke up and starred at me as if I was some sort of monster. She told me that I must never do that again because it was the work of the devil. Thankfully she never told the Mother Superior otherwise I would have been kicked out, forced to live on the streets. I tried very hard not to use my power but it was so hard! I had so many dreams and ideas and thoughts. I just couldn’t keep them all bottled up. I wanted to share them with the world!
When I was eight and a half all my dreams came true. A family came from America to adopt. Their names were Cathy and Oscar McMurray. They were both Irish born, Boston raised. The two had been married for ten years and could not conceive a child. They had tried everything and seemed at the end of their road when a friend mentioned an orphanage down in Mexico that was so full of kids they might just find one. They had hoped for a tiny baby they could call their own. Oscar and Cathy took one look at me and fell in love. I was the child they always thought they would have. I had the same shade red hair as Cathy and Oscar’s vibrant blue eyes. To them I was perfect.
I was adopted straight away and I couldn’t have been happier. I couldn’t speak very much English but they were patient and the move to Boston helped me practice more. Cathy doted on me. I was given dance, art, and music lessons as often as she could manage it. I could play the piano quite well by the age of ten, I could sing a couple opera pieces, I was proficient at ballet, and wasn’t to bad at drawing. Oscar let me read every book in his library and when I was done with that he would often bring me a new one as a treat.
They would call me their perfect little angel. I felt like I was lying to them, Mary Agnes had called me a witch and everyone knew witches were the bad guys. So I strove to be everything they wanted me to be. I was polite, soon spoke perfect English, I practiced everyday, and was an A student. I never wanted to disappoint them. I didn’t want to give them a reason to leave me like my real mom and dad did.
At 11 disaster struck and it was the end of my happy life and the start of something terrible. Mama was driving home from an outing with friends and an eighteen wheeler lost control. Her car was completely destroyed and she died on scene. Just when everything was working out so well for all of us. When she died Dad also died. In his place was a man that I no longer liked. He drank all the time and he no longer did any of the things he used to. I hated seeing him so sad. So I asked him if he wanted to see Mama again. He looked at me like I was crazy and just to amuse me he said sure.
I put him into a dream state like I had with Mary Agnes so many times. Then there she was, my mama. I tried to make her an angel, which in real life she was. It was the first time I had ever seen Dad cry. Even at the funeral he didn’t shed a tear. Now there he was crying at my version of Mama. I hadn’t used my power in so long that I couldn’t keep him in that state for as long as I would have liked. Dad swung around and demanded where she went. He wanted to know if I was some demon sent to torture him and make his pain worse. Then he hit me, hard across the face. It knocked my little body to the ground.
After that he was no longer Dad, but Oscar. He moved my room down into the basement and left me there. When people came to look for me he said I was at some private school or another. He drank all the time and then he would come down to the basement and demand to see Cathy. So I would show him the image of her and when I wore out he would beat me. he locked the door to the basement when ever he left so I couldn't leave. Sometimes he forgot about me and more than once he forgot to bring me food. It was like that for years, eventually people just stopped coming over. They didn’t know that I was down in the basement. Locked up and starving. Left all alone in the dark.
I had just turned 14 when I decided enough was enough. He wouldn’t use me anymore! Oscar came down to the basement and demanded to see Cathy. I refused and he beat me. I refused again and he beat me even worse. I refused once more….and he beat me to the point where I passed out. He left cursing me and telling me the samething had better not happen next time. When he went to sleep that night night I used my power. I didn’t even know I could do this. I was down in the basement and some how I had managed to use my ability on him and he was on the third floor.
I made him see Cathy again just like wanted, but she was yelling at him telling him she would never love him again. Then she burst into flames. He tried to save her but couldn’t, I wouldn’t let him. I can still hear the screams in my ears, his and hers. I made him feel like I had for the last three years. He had to stay in the basement with so little food. He had to deal with the rats and spiders. He cried when that happened, he felt the same cold I did and felt the same hard floor. In the end I gave him a heart attack, only I didn’t know it.
Three days later the police came to investigate, no one had seen Oscar and they were worried. They found him in his bed almost dead, babbling about things that couldn’t possibly be real. Then he mentioned me. The police hurried down and sure enough there I was. Almost dead myself. They rushed both of us to the hospital and Oscar was brought up on charges, child neglect, child abuse, and attempted murder. I don’t know if he will ever pay for what he did to me.
I fell asleep at the hospital and when I woke up I was in the Institutions Infirmary. They told me that I was there because I was special that they wanted to help me control my powers. I have no idea where I am but in my mind I’m a prisoner again with no hope of escape…well except to reach stage four which I really don’t want to do. At least not before I find out what happens after. That’s it that’s the end. See not very happy.”
MAN BEHIND THE CURTAIN.
YOUR NAME Micah
AGE 18
CONTACTS msn is ok but it’s better to just pm me.
ROLEPLAYING EXPERIENCEI’ve been doing prose RPG’s for six years. I started with the basic neopets then I found my first full RPG called the Land of Harth. After that it’s been all candy canes and roses.
MYSTERY PHRASE Johnny is Truant
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