Reggie Sawyer

Full Name- Reagan Frances "Reggie" Sawyer
Gender- Female
Age- 20
Date of Birth- 4 June 1993
Sexual Orientation- Bicurious
Location- Washington, D.C.
Celebrity Claim- Bennett, Haley
What should we call you?- Rayne.
Play anyone else?- Rayne Campbell, Dakari Johessman, Sparrow Akiyama, Marshall Quatrevaux, Marcus Rodgers, Fallon Daugherty, Gabriel Constant.
Have You Read the Rules?- Generally, Jon Snow knows nothing, but there is one thing he does know.

Personality-

Reggie is spontaneous, active, and spunky. She is funny and loves to make people smile. Easily likable, she gets along with everyone and tends to be popular, and has many friends, as she makes them easily. She is trusting and open most of the time. Her morals are based on the values her family has taught her, as well as the lessons she has learned on her own. She believes in hard work over luck, and gives her best to every task.

She is constantly moving. She does not like to sit still or waste time, and has plenty of pent-up energy that she exerts through sports and dance. Her mind runs at a million words a minute, and when she gets overexcited, she sometimes talks too quickly for others to understand. While she is well-behaved and well-mannered, she does have a habit of swearing more often than her father would like. She loves to try new things, and welcomes change, as her hair color often illustrates.

Occasionally, she does become a little introverted and moody. Her preferred method of dealing with this is taking a jog or doing some other physical activity to take her mind off whatever is troubling her. There are only a few things she won't share with her family and friends, but those few matters are kept deep inside her, to work out on her own. These include uncertainty over how to feel about her mother, and her memories of a childhood accident.

Likes-

• Pizza rolls- Who knew you could improve on pizza?!
  
• Gaming- Reggie loves video games and MMOs. Especially action and shooter games.
  
• Sports- She also loves playing sports. The more contact required, the better.
  
• Calculus- Though she's good with math in general, she especially likes finding integrals and limits.
  
• Comedy- She loves anything that makes her laugh.
  
• Rock concerts- Soooo much energy. Fuck yeah! ...err, heck yeah!
  

Dislikes-

• Okra- Ew.
  
• Science- Sometimes physics and chemistry are too much for her to wrap her head around.
  
• Kids' TV shows- She's always found them creepy.
  
• The color pink- Too girly.
  
• Fruity martinis- Also too girly. (Not that she's supposed to be drinking.)
  
• Bugs- They don't creep her out, but they do annoy her.
  

Strengths-

• Energetic- She never seems to tire, and always applies herself.
  
• Tough- She doesn't give up easily, even when faced with danger or impossible odds.
  
• Dependable- Her word is gold, and she can always be counted on to fulfill it.
  
• Friendly- A smile is almost always on her face, and she treats just about everyone with courtesy.
  
• Creative- Her ideas are unique and colorful, and she loves challenging herself to think of the most "out there" possibilities.
  

Weaknesses-

• Headstrong- Reggie is stubborn and has a tendency to rush into things without fully thinking them through.
  
• Impatient- She does not like waiting; she would much rather spend the time doing something. Anything.
  
• Reckless- She likes taking chances, as long as she thinks she'll come out ahead - and she usually does think she will, and is occasionally proved wrong.
  
• Blunt- She does not believe in mincing words, and will usually get straight to the point.
  
• Manipulative- While she rarely does, she is able to bend others to her will through persuasion.
  

Skills-

• Gymnastics- Reggie has been taking gymnastics lessons since she was eight years old, and is extremely good at it.
  
• Dancing- She has also taken ballet, swing, jazz, and hip-hop dance lessons.
  
• Music- She is a good singer and guitarist, and leads a part-time, entirely unprofessional all-girl band called Matter Of Fragment.
  

Flaws-

• Injured legs- Her legs were shattered five years ago, and at times the pain still gives her trouble. If it bothers her while she is playing sports, she does not mention it to anyone.
  
• Allergic to chocolate- Eating chocolate can cause allergic reactions in Reggie.
  
• Obsession with clean hands- She has a subconscious compulsion to keep her hands clean, as she does not like the feeling of dirt on her fingers. This leads to her using napkins and wiping her hands often.
  

Abilities/Powers/Skills-

:: Heliokinesis

Heliokinesis is the ability to manipulate solar energy. Reggie can channel and redirect the flow of sunlight. This includes absorbing solar rays and using them to create beams, balls, or rays of light. Depending on how much effort she puts into it, the solar energy she generates can either be as mild as the light from a candle, or can mimic the sun and aid the growth of plants, or can be strong enough to incinerate objects and people. She can also channel solar energy through herself and into an object, such as a chain or a blade, and make the object a more powerful weapon.

Additionally, Reggie can control solar energy right from the source. She can create and manipulate solar winds, which in turn can cause geomagnetic storms, which can potentially knock out the Earth's communication systems and power grids, disrupt the Earth's magnetic field, and cause high levels of radiation. Such storms are generally global phenomena, but in Reggie's case, they can be localized, depending on how well she focuses her ability. She can also create and induce solar flares and aurorae (such as the Northern Lights). She is immune to he effects of the sun, though she can (and often does) allow herself to get a little suntanned.

This ability is still effective on cloudy days, as the sun's rays still reach the Earth. The same goes for nighttime, since the moon reflects sunlight, and she can also channel the energy of other stars. However, in both cases, Reggie may find her ability to be less effective than on sunny days.

Limits-
Reggie can store away solar energy for future use, but there is a threshold. Storing too much energy can make her sick. As long as she is not negated, she can choose to use the stored energy anywhere. If she has no solar energy stored and she finds herself somewhere with no access to any sort of sunlight, she will be fairly powerless. She cannot generate light on her own, and she can't control artificial light. She cannot use solar energy to enhance her own strength, speed, and so forth, and she cannot change herself into pure solar energy. While she can mimic stars, she cannot create them, and she is not strong enough to extinguish the sun or other stars.

Appearance-

Reggie is of slightly above average height, at five foot seven, and has a slender figure. She weighs about one hundred twenty pounds. Her eyes are blue; her nose is small and aquiline, and her lips are slightly thin. Her hands and feet are small and delicate. She has lightly tanned skin, and keeps her eyebrows neatly arched.

She loves to experiment with her hair. She is a natural blonde, but occasionally she colors her hair brown or red, or highlights it in various styles. Her hair is usually long, often curly, and occasionally unruly. It's been said of her that one can tell her mood by her hair.

Despite being decidedly tomboyish, Reggie does have a strong sense of style, and likes to dress up sometimes. Her wardrobe varies from worn T-shirts and jeans to colorful blouses and dresses. She often mixes fashions as well, and has a talent for blending colors to create unexpectedly eye-catching ensembles.

Faction- Neutral
Birthplace- Chicago, Illinois
Mother- Charlotte Sawyer (née Ashcroft) | 45 | Institutionalized | Pyrokinesis
Father- Philip Sawyer | 47 | Speaker of the US House of Representatives (R-IL) | Civilian
Siblings- Annabelle Sawyer | 25 | Trust fund child | Audiokinesis
Charlie Sawyer | 14 | High School student | Civilian
Spouse / Partner- none
Children- none

History-
Born in Chicago, Reagan is the middle child of Philip and Charlotte Sawyer. Her father, for as far back as she can remember, was a career politician, and her family was always well provided for, even after the departure of her mother. Very early in Reggie's life, Charlotte suffered a breakdown and was committed to a mental institution. Reggie never quite got the full story of what happened; as a child, she often asked her father and older sister about it, but the answers she got were confusing and sometimes evasive, and after a while, she stopped questioning her mother's disappearance, sensing that the subject was a delicate one.

Even in early grades, Reggie's upbeat personality made her likable and popular among her peers. She excelled in sports, and played everything she could. She took lessons in gymnastics, many varieties of dance, and music, first on the drums and then the guitar. She continued this when her father moved their family to Washington, D.C when she was twelve. Of all her lessons, though, the one she loved the most was horseback riding. She was one of a very few little girls who actually got a pony from her parents when she asked for one. Horseback riding came naturally to her, and by the time she was twelve, she was at the head of her class. She dreamed of being a jockey, or owning a racetrack, or just running a horse farm. Anything that would let her be around horses all the time.

That dream was dashed somewhat one day when she was thirteen, and in the eighth grade. She had taken her horse (having been upgraded from a pony) for a ride in the park, as she often did. But this day, a brief rainshower surprised her. On her way back home, something rushed out of the trees and spooked her horse. The horse reared, then tried to regain his footing, but the path had turned to mud, and horse and rider were both drenched. Perhaps the saddle had not been tightened securely enough, or perhaps it had become too slick with rain, but whatever the case, it slipped and Reggie fell from the horse. As she struggled to get up, out of the mud, the horse skidded one last time and fell over, crushing Reggie's lower body underneath him.

The doctors who examined her determined that she would not walk again. At first, Reggie felt discouraged, but as she began to miss playing sports and riding, she began to practice on her own, by holding onto the walls in one of the hallways of her family's house. She fell every time. Meanwhile, because getting around her school was too tedious and she was missing too many days due to various surgeries anyway, her father pulled her out of school and had her taught at home. He also began to take her to the hospital regularly so she could practice her walking there. After about a year, she could walk well enough that she only needed crutches, and she persuaded her father to put her back in school. He agreed, and so did the school board - except that the board put her right back in the eighth grade, claiming that she hadn't been taught enough in homeschooling to be sent on to high school.

No amount of arguing would persuade the board or her school, so Reggie repeated the grade. This time, though, she was able to stay the entire year, and just to make a point, she made straight As in all of her classes, and never got lower than a B on any assignment. She moved on to high school, and quickly got into sports again. Her legs hurt her often, but she seldom complained about it, and pushed herself to get back into shape. This was a bad idea, and she knew it, but she hated feeling as helpless as she had after the accident. She wanted to do the things she loved, and no injury was going to keep her away from her dreams.

Though her father was a well-known politician, Reggie tended to shy away from talking about major issues. She had not known about Specials until April Fourth, but formed no opinion on the situation. That way, she could always honestly say she didn't care. She hated how people would ask her thoughts on things, expecting a profound answer, because she was a Representative's daughter. She simply watched as the government made various laws about Specials, never really paying attention - until she manifested.

It was her eighteenth birthday - because she went through eighth grade twice, she was preparing for her last year of high school. A large outdoor party had been set up for her, and a few scores of her closest friends and their friends were in attendance. The skies were clear and the sun was bright, a perfect day to just lie stretched out on a Maryland beach. Reggie felt herself warming up, but thought nothing of it. She was still kind of used to snow, so she figured that was why she felt as if she was melting. In any case, it was no big deal.

A huge cake was presented to her, and everyone gathered around its table when it was time to blow out the candles. The adults snapped pictures, and she leaned on the table, closed her eyes, and blew over the long cake. As she did, she heard cheering that began to sound more like screaming. When she opened her eyes, she found the cake's icing melted and running, and when she lifted her hands, she realized she had burned holes into the table. Since then, there have been a half dozen incidents of this kind, as Reggie struggles to understand and master her ability.

Anything else?- Nah, I think that's it.

Sample RP-
The shadow grew larger as the ball came back down to Earth. The other players on her team squinted up, shielding their eyes with their hands. Reggie just looked up. Looking into the sun didn't bother her anymore. Not since her birthday.

The red rubber ball passed over her field of vision, temporarily eclipsing the sun before arcing toward her. Reggie too two large steps backwards and opened her arms. The kickball crashed into her chest, and she wrapped her arms around it. Somewhere nearby, a voice yelled, "Out!"

Reggie flashed a grin at the player who had been making a run at second base. "Sorry, Ash!" she called as the other girl padded to the sidelines. Reggie needed one more out to end the inning and win the game. Subconsciously, she rubbed at her legs, then stretched a bit as the opposing team's next, and hopefully last, kicker advanced to the plate. The kicker, like everyone else on the field, was a fellow student at Reggie's high school, though she and some of the others had been fortunate enough to graduate on time that past spring.

Reggie glanced at her teammates, then got ready to pitch the ball. She brought the ball back up to her chest in both hands, then lowered it, and brought it back in her right arm. On the forward swing, she released the ball - but as she let it go, she felt a rush of heat travel through her palm and into the kickball, and the ball shot away from her. She grasped her face with her hands. "I'm so sorry!" No! No! No, not again!

The ball slammed into the kicker's chest, knocking her flat on her ass. The girl looked up angrily, preparing to scream obscenities at the pitcher... but then she realized the girl was Reggie Sawyer. No one screamed at Reggie Sawyer.

"It's no problem," the kicker said with the best smile she could muster as Reggie helped her up. "That's a hell of an arm," she added teasingly. The others around them, on both teams, gave little chuckles. Reggie grinned and breathed a sigh of relief. She had coasted by again. Someday she would get the hang of this Special thing.

It couldn't be that difficult, comparatively.

Her next pitch was normal, and the kicker popped it up into the air, right into the arms of the pitcher. Reggie followed the ball's trajectory through the air again and caught the ball in her hands. "Out! That's the game!" the referee called, and suddenly Reggie was literally scooped up by a wave of teammates and opponents alike. She laughed brightly, her head tilted back, as the cheering girls carried her over to the nearest bench, at which point she and everyone in her vicinity were drenched with the remnants of her team's Gatorade.

She sputtered and shook out her arms, sending orange droplets everywhere. "Chrissy! This Gatorade is too watery!" she teased one of the girls, who nudged her shoulder playfully as they set about picking up the bases and clearing the field.