Post by savannah on Jun 9, 2009 12:42:41 GMT -5
Name: Savannah
Gender: Female
Age: 19
Appearance: Savannah’s trademark is her childish looks. She has wild, blond curly hair, and always surprised looking blue eyes. She is fairly tall, standing at 5’9, in contrast to her petite face. She’s usually wearing what she is comfortable in, which consists of shirts and jeans. She usually looks dreamy, off in her own world.
Personality: Savannah may look like an airhead, but the only reason she tries to keep her face blank is because of trying to avoid trouble. She has many problems with her family and has an occasional problem with anger. Most of the time she’s quiet, won’t bother anyone if left alone. Savannah is a ‘blame-taker’, the kind of a person who blames herself for anything happening bad.
Biography: Savannah was born in Portland, Oregon. She is a single child. Her mother is an ornithologist, while her father is an architect. Her parents and her lead on a quiet life.
She learned to read when she was four, all by herself and was engulfed in books right away. When she started school, she hated the noisy environment, but learned to tune out everything else going around her quickly. Her life was pretty dull until fourth grade. Her father had died in a car accident, which devastated her. She couldn’t sleep properly and constantly wished to have her ‘dull’ life back. Her mother was as devastated as she was, but being a very strong woman, she helped herself and Savannah collect themselves back together. Savannah and her mother became very close after the accident, and her mother constantly told Savannah that she was her reason to live.
She was an average student at school, doing everything she was told, but got bullied occasionally. After growing at an intense rate in her high school years, she began to tower over most people, causing the bullies to back off and leave her alone.
She was recruited by SPECTER when she was in college, at the age of nineteen, just a few months after the Animorphs won the war against the Yeerks, which she hadn’t heard of until the news were all over the world.
How they were recruited: Savannah was walking home from school, feeling the warmth of the sun beating down on her neck, thinking about how unfair it was that she had to go to school even after the world was saved from the clutches of disgusting, vile slugs, which took over human minds, by five kids and an Andalite. There was only one week of school left and she was forced to go to college to do nothing but just sit around and listen to teachers talk about their personal lives. There had been moments when she thought, oh God, kill me now.
As she began wallowing in self-pity, she didn’t realise that a women wearing all black leather was just a feet behind her. She stopped for a moment when she heard the jangle of keys, thinking that she had dropped her own. She looked down, expecting to see the keys, but she was immediately thrust against a wall of a deserted old house. She looked up, panic stricken. But she was gagged by someone wearing a black mask, the moment she opened her mouth to scream. Blood was thumping in her ears.
“Calm down, Savannah, and you won’t get hurt,” the voice had sounded far away, when she realized it was a women who was holding her hands together tightly and was pushing her lower arm into her chest in a painful way. “Calm down and listen to me, I don’t like to repeat myself.
There was no way Savannah could calm down, but she stopped struggling because something in the woman’s voice had scared her.
Having to look up slightly at the woman, Savannah realised the woman was at least six feet tall.
“We’ve been watching your actions for the last few weeks. According to your school mates and our sources, you're tough, you're fast, you're smart as a whip and you keep secrets very well. So we have an offer for you. Will you join SPECTER?”
She just looked blankly at the woman, confused.
“Special Persons for Emergency Contracting of Tactical Enforcement Reserves.” the woman explained, with the smallest hint of boredom in her voice. “You’re familiar with the Animorphs’ story?” she asked Savannah.
Savannah nodded.
“Good. SPECTER hires ‘Animorphs’ to weed out the threats to human race, whether small or big.”
Once again, she received a blank look from Savannah.
“I know you are not an Animorph and do not have the ability to morph,” the woman said. “But that can be taken care of,” she took out a blue box from the pocket of her baggy trench coat, “If you accept.”
Savannah’s eyes widened at the sight of the box. She knew what it was. She knew it was the Escafil device, a device that when operated gives the user the ability to 'acquire' a copy of DNA patterns from any animal that physical contact is made with, allowing the user to transform into that animal.
The woman put the box back in her pocket and took the gag out her mouth. Savannah sucked in a deep breath, as if she hadn’t been able to breath before.
“How do I know you’re not kidding me?” she asked weakly.
She thought the woman smiled at this, even though it was hard to tell with the mask.
The woman reached once again inside her pocket and took out the box. “Does this look like trick to you?” she asked quietly.
Savannah stared at the box for about ten seconds, then slowly shook her head.
“If you accept, you will be given tasks. Dangerous or not, depends. But you will also have the morphing power, which is a very powerful weapon. I am asking you for the second time, do you accept?”
Savannah looked at the woman, helpless. “Do I have to make this choice right now?” she asked timidly.
“Yes,” the woman answered, a bit impatiently this time.
She felt tears welling in her eyes, for an unknown reason. Probably stress.
“I accept.” Savannah said, finally looking up after three minutes of thinking, shuffling feet and trying to avoid the woman’s eyes.
Savannah could have sworn that she felt the woman smile again. The woman let drew her arm back and let Savannah’s hands go. Savannah realized they were slightly numb.
“Welcome to SPECTER. You are one of our youngest members yet.” she said with a small chuckle. She reached inside her pocket for the third time, taking the the blue box out.
“Go on,” she told Savannah. It was more of a command than anything. She reached out to touch the box with a trembling hand. When her skin made contact with it, a shock, only pleasurable, seemed to run through her. Savannah shivered slightly and drew her hand back, and watched the box disappear in the pocket of the trench coat once again.
“Remember, there’s just one drawback: You can’t stay in a morph longer than two hours. Or you’ll be stuck in that morph forever.”
“I know,” Savannah replied.
She shrugged. “Better safe than sorry. Now, do you have any pets that you could acquire and morph, just to try out the morphing power?” she asked Savannah.
“No,” said Savannah. After thinking for a second, “I know! My mom found a injured White-tailed Kite on the highway yesterday. She brought it home to treat it. It’s in our garage. Can I morph that?”
“Of course,” the woman replied. “Let’s go now.”
They walked quickly to Savannah’s house.
“Your death will be faked and you will be moved to a new city,” the woman told her as they walked.
Savannah stopped dead in her tracks, wondering if she had heard that right. “What?” she exploded. “What the hell are you talking about? My death will be faked? You know my life story, right?” she asked and launched on without waiting for an answer. “You do know that I lost my dad when I was nine, and the only reason my mother is still holding on is because of me? You do know that, don’t you?” she asked. She began feeling a little stupid for losing her temper and yelling like that and thought about how weird it would have looked if anyone had seen them. A teenager girl, yelling at the top of her lungs at a masked person.
After a small pause, “I’m sorry, Savannah. I’m sorry for not telling you before you accepted. But you can’t back of now. You have the morphing power. I you do back off, there will be no reason to fake your death.” she finished quietly.
Savannah felt her stomach clench with fury. She looked away, trying to suppress her anger.
“Aren’t you going to take of your mask?” Savannah shot at her, trying to take her mind off the subject.
“Nope. Not now. I can’t.” was the reply.
The continued walking, Savannah trying to keep as much as distance as she could from the woman.
When they reached Savannah’s house, Savannah sprinted away from the woman, hiding behind the feeble excuse of having to open the door. Savannah opened the door with her key and stepped inside. She ran through the hall, the kitchen and opened the door to the garage and ran down the stairs two at time.
“Slow down, the bird’s not running away,” she heard her say behind her.
Ignoring the woman, Savannah ran to the bird’s cage. She knew what she had to do. Nervously, she stuck her inside the cage bars, to touch the bird.
“Nice birdie, nice birdie. Please don’t peck my hand,” she whispered slightly and began to acquire the bird.
Feeling the bird’s DNA flow into her was another thing, but morphing it was something else. She decided that both of them were the creepiest things she had ever done until now.
“You will be contacted in seventy-two hours,” the mysterious woman told Savannah and left, not even telling Savannah her name, even after she had asked.
Savannah began pacing in the living room, nervously biting on a finger nail, thinking about how her mother would react to her ‘death’.
After her mother came home, they sat down to have dinner. Savannah watched her mother’s face all night long, wondering how she could live without her.
When Savannah was getting ready for bed, her mother knocked on her bedroom door.
“Can I come in? she asked.
“Sure,” Savannah replied.
Her mother came in, with a small, sad smile on her face.
“I have been thinking of how lucky I am to have daughter like you.”
Just the time to say that, thought Savannah miserably.
“We haven’t done anything together in a while. I had been wondering if you would like to go to your grandparents’ cottage. Remember the cottage?” her mother asked her.
Savannah nodded. Her mother, father and her had went to the cottage over the summer when she was seven years old. “Of course,” Savannah said, feeling even worse, if such a thing was possible, that she would have to let her mother down.
Her mother’s smile widened. “I love you,” she told Savannah, opening her arms for a hug.
“I love you, too.” Savannah replied, as she hugged her mother, hoping for only the best.
Preferred Job: Animal rescuer
First morph: White-tailed Kite
Edit: Thank you for pointing out all those things.
I've changed some stuff in her story. Her mother doesn't work for the SPECTER anymore, and I decided that she could be in college, so she was nineteen when she was recruited.
Gender: Female
Age: 19
Appearance: Savannah’s trademark is her childish looks. She has wild, blond curly hair, and always surprised looking blue eyes. She is fairly tall, standing at 5’9, in contrast to her petite face. She’s usually wearing what she is comfortable in, which consists of shirts and jeans. She usually looks dreamy, off in her own world.
Personality: Savannah may look like an airhead, but the only reason she tries to keep her face blank is because of trying to avoid trouble. She has many problems with her family and has an occasional problem with anger. Most of the time she’s quiet, won’t bother anyone if left alone. Savannah is a ‘blame-taker’, the kind of a person who blames herself for anything happening bad.
Biography: Savannah was born in Portland, Oregon. She is a single child. Her mother is an ornithologist, while her father is an architect. Her parents and her lead on a quiet life.
She learned to read when she was four, all by herself and was engulfed in books right away. When she started school, she hated the noisy environment, but learned to tune out everything else going around her quickly. Her life was pretty dull until fourth grade. Her father had died in a car accident, which devastated her. She couldn’t sleep properly and constantly wished to have her ‘dull’ life back. Her mother was as devastated as she was, but being a very strong woman, she helped herself and Savannah collect themselves back together. Savannah and her mother became very close after the accident, and her mother constantly told Savannah that she was her reason to live.
She was an average student at school, doing everything she was told, but got bullied occasionally. After growing at an intense rate in her high school years, she began to tower over most people, causing the bullies to back off and leave her alone.
She was recruited by SPECTER when she was in college, at the age of nineteen, just a few months after the Animorphs won the war against the Yeerks, which she hadn’t heard of until the news were all over the world.
How they were recruited: Savannah was walking home from school, feeling the warmth of the sun beating down on her neck, thinking about how unfair it was that she had to go to school even after the world was saved from the clutches of disgusting, vile slugs, which took over human minds, by five kids and an Andalite. There was only one week of school left and she was forced to go to college to do nothing but just sit around and listen to teachers talk about their personal lives. There had been moments when she thought, oh God, kill me now.
As she began wallowing in self-pity, she didn’t realise that a women wearing all black leather was just a feet behind her. She stopped for a moment when she heard the jangle of keys, thinking that she had dropped her own. She looked down, expecting to see the keys, but she was immediately thrust against a wall of a deserted old house. She looked up, panic stricken. But she was gagged by someone wearing a black mask, the moment she opened her mouth to scream. Blood was thumping in her ears.
“Calm down, Savannah, and you won’t get hurt,” the voice had sounded far away, when she realized it was a women who was holding her hands together tightly and was pushing her lower arm into her chest in a painful way. “Calm down and listen to me, I don’t like to repeat myself.
There was no way Savannah could calm down, but she stopped struggling because something in the woman’s voice had scared her.
Having to look up slightly at the woman, Savannah realised the woman was at least six feet tall.
“We’ve been watching your actions for the last few weeks. According to your school mates and our sources, you're tough, you're fast, you're smart as a whip and you keep secrets very well. So we have an offer for you. Will you join SPECTER?”
She just looked blankly at the woman, confused.
“Special Persons for Emergency Contracting of Tactical Enforcement Reserves.” the woman explained, with the smallest hint of boredom in her voice. “You’re familiar with the Animorphs’ story?” she asked Savannah.
Savannah nodded.
“Good. SPECTER hires ‘Animorphs’ to weed out the threats to human race, whether small or big.”
Once again, she received a blank look from Savannah.
“I know you are not an Animorph and do not have the ability to morph,” the woman said. “But that can be taken care of,” she took out a blue box from the pocket of her baggy trench coat, “If you accept.”
Savannah’s eyes widened at the sight of the box. She knew what it was. She knew it was the Escafil device, a device that when operated gives the user the ability to 'acquire' a copy of DNA patterns from any animal that physical contact is made with, allowing the user to transform into that animal.
The woman put the box back in her pocket and took the gag out her mouth. Savannah sucked in a deep breath, as if she hadn’t been able to breath before.
“How do I know you’re not kidding me?” she asked weakly.
She thought the woman smiled at this, even though it was hard to tell with the mask.
The woman reached once again inside her pocket and took out the box. “Does this look like trick to you?” she asked quietly.
Savannah stared at the box for about ten seconds, then slowly shook her head.
“If you accept, you will be given tasks. Dangerous or not, depends. But you will also have the morphing power, which is a very powerful weapon. I am asking you for the second time, do you accept?”
Savannah looked at the woman, helpless. “Do I have to make this choice right now?” she asked timidly.
“Yes,” the woman answered, a bit impatiently this time.
She felt tears welling in her eyes, for an unknown reason. Probably stress.
“I accept.” Savannah said, finally looking up after three minutes of thinking, shuffling feet and trying to avoid the woman’s eyes.
Savannah could have sworn that she felt the woman smile again. The woman let drew her arm back and let Savannah’s hands go. Savannah realized they were slightly numb.
“Welcome to SPECTER. You are one of our youngest members yet.” she said with a small chuckle. She reached inside her pocket for the third time, taking the the blue box out.
“Go on,” she told Savannah. It was more of a command than anything. She reached out to touch the box with a trembling hand. When her skin made contact with it, a shock, only pleasurable, seemed to run through her. Savannah shivered slightly and drew her hand back, and watched the box disappear in the pocket of the trench coat once again.
“Remember, there’s just one drawback: You can’t stay in a morph longer than two hours. Or you’ll be stuck in that morph forever.”
“I know,” Savannah replied.
She shrugged. “Better safe than sorry. Now, do you have any pets that you could acquire and morph, just to try out the morphing power?” she asked Savannah.
“No,” said Savannah. After thinking for a second, “I know! My mom found a injured White-tailed Kite on the highway yesterday. She brought it home to treat it. It’s in our garage. Can I morph that?”
“Of course,” the woman replied. “Let’s go now.”
They walked quickly to Savannah’s house.
“Your death will be faked and you will be moved to a new city,” the woman told her as they walked.
Savannah stopped dead in her tracks, wondering if she had heard that right. “What?” she exploded. “What the hell are you talking about? My death will be faked? You know my life story, right?” she asked and launched on without waiting for an answer. “You do know that I lost my dad when I was nine, and the only reason my mother is still holding on is because of me? You do know that, don’t you?” she asked. She began feeling a little stupid for losing her temper and yelling like that and thought about how weird it would have looked if anyone had seen them. A teenager girl, yelling at the top of her lungs at a masked person.
After a small pause, “I’m sorry, Savannah. I’m sorry for not telling you before you accepted. But you can’t back of now. You have the morphing power. I you do back off, there will be no reason to fake your death.” she finished quietly.
Savannah felt her stomach clench with fury. She looked away, trying to suppress her anger.
“Aren’t you going to take of your mask?” Savannah shot at her, trying to take her mind off the subject.
“Nope. Not now. I can’t.” was the reply.
The continued walking, Savannah trying to keep as much as distance as she could from the woman.
When they reached Savannah’s house, Savannah sprinted away from the woman, hiding behind the feeble excuse of having to open the door. Savannah opened the door with her key and stepped inside. She ran through the hall, the kitchen and opened the door to the garage and ran down the stairs two at time.
“Slow down, the bird’s not running away,” she heard her say behind her.
Ignoring the woman, Savannah ran to the bird’s cage. She knew what she had to do. Nervously, she stuck her inside the cage bars, to touch the bird.
“Nice birdie, nice birdie. Please don’t peck my hand,” she whispered slightly and began to acquire the bird.
Feeling the bird’s DNA flow into her was another thing, but morphing it was something else. She decided that both of them were the creepiest things she had ever done until now.
“You will be contacted in seventy-two hours,” the mysterious woman told Savannah and left, not even telling Savannah her name, even after she had asked.
Savannah began pacing in the living room, nervously biting on a finger nail, thinking about how her mother would react to her ‘death’.
After her mother came home, they sat down to have dinner. Savannah watched her mother’s face all night long, wondering how she could live without her.
When Savannah was getting ready for bed, her mother knocked on her bedroom door.
“Can I come in? she asked.
“Sure,” Savannah replied.
Her mother came in, with a small, sad smile on her face.
“I have been thinking of how lucky I am to have daughter like you.”
Just the time to say that, thought Savannah miserably.
“We haven’t done anything together in a while. I had been wondering if you would like to go to your grandparents’ cottage. Remember the cottage?” her mother asked her.
Savannah nodded. Her mother, father and her had went to the cottage over the summer when she was seven years old. “Of course,” Savannah said, feeling even worse, if such a thing was possible, that she would have to let her mother down.
Her mother’s smile widened. “I love you,” she told Savannah, opening her arms for a hug.
“I love you, too.” Savannah replied, as she hugged her mother, hoping for only the best.
Preferred Job: Animal rescuer
First morph: White-tailed Kite
Edit: Thank you for pointing out all those things.
I've changed some stuff in her story. Her mother doesn't work for the SPECTER anymore, and I decided that she could be in college, so she was nineteen when she was recruited.
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