"Though she be but little, she is fierce."
~Shakespeare
~Shakespeare
| Full Name |
"It was my grandmother's name."
Candace Marie Winters
| Nickname |
"I like nicknames, I think they're cute."
Candace typically doesn't go by her full name. Generally she goes by Candie, but she doesn't mind if you come up with other nicknames as well, she likes nicknames. Her little sister used to call her CC, which the thought was cute, and her mother used to call her Candie-Cat.
| Age |
"I know, I look young."
Eighteen years-old, though people tend not to believe it because she can look rather young sometimes.
| Gender |
"Candace isn't a very masculine name."
Female
| Role |
"This wasn't supposed to happen."
FC Elle Fanning | Girl 4
"It was my grandmother's name."
Candace Marie Winters
| Nickname |
"I like nicknames, I think they're cute."
Candace typically doesn't go by her full name. Generally she goes by Candie, but she doesn't mind if you come up with other nicknames as well, she likes nicknames. Her little sister used to call her CC, which the thought was cute, and her mother used to call her Candie-Cat.
| Age |
"I know, I look young."
Eighteen years-old, though people tend not to believe it because she can look rather young sometimes.
| Gender |
"Candace isn't a very masculine name."
Female
| Role |
"This wasn't supposed to happen."
FC Elle Fanning | Girl 4
| Appearance |
"I've never really seen myself as pretty."
"I've never really seen myself as pretty."
- Hair
>> Long, falls just under her breasts. <<
>> Very blonde, almost white. <<
>> Naturally lays in big waves <<
>> Dark brown eyebrows <<
- Eyes
>> Fairly Large, "babydoll" eyes <<
>> Very pale blue-green <<
>> Appear almost grey in some light <<
>> Ringed in dark blue <<
- Build
>> Small, thin frame <<
>> Physically weak <<
>> Delicate in appearance <<
>> Subtle curves at the hips <<
>> Very little curve at the chest <<
>> Short, standing at 5'2" <<
>> Long legs, short torso (for her height) <<
- Piercings
>> Her right ear is pierced all the way up <<
>> Industrial bar, left ear <<
>> Triple helix, right ear <<
- Scars
>> Left eyebrow <<
at the arch, from getting hit by driftwood in the sinking of the ship
>> Self-harm <<
Four lines on the upper part of each thigh
- Tattoos
>> Left foot, "To dance is to breathe" <<
>> Left ribcage, "My thoughts were so loud, I couldn't hear my mouth." <<
>> Feather between shoulderblades <<
>> "This too shall pass" right collarbone <<
- | Likes |
"I could dance until my feet bleed."
âĨ Cats
âĨ Dance (ballet)
âĨ Classical music
âĨ Warm weather
âĨ Sweets
âĨ Vintage clothing
âĨ Art
âĨ Plays/musicals
âĨ Cigarettes
âĨ Nature
âĨ Animals
âĨ Writing in her journal
âĨ Rain
âĨ Flowers
âĨ Tea and black coffee
âĨ Reading
- | Dislikes |
"I don't like to see people in pain."
â Big dogs, they scare her a little
â Loud people
â Rude people
â Being yelled at
â Being told what to do
â Alcohol
â Being away from home
â Crowds
â Being treated like she's weak
â Seeing people hurt
â Loneliness
â Thunderstorms, they scare her
â Being ignored
â Being looked down on
â Swimming
- | Fears |
"Fear is a state of mind, and, as I've learned, any state of mind can be overcome."
â Not being able to dance â As a dancer, Candie's biggest fear is, naturally, not being able to dance. This includes, not only losing the ability but things such as injuries to her legs/feet.
â The dark â Candie has always been plagued with horrific hallucinations and nightmares in the dark as such, she is terrified of darkness. Nothing scares her more than the unknown horrors that can be hidden in utter blackness.
â Being Alone â Candie pretty much craves human attention. She loves people, and as such, she is afraid of being alone with her own mind.
â Relapsing â Having overcome several mental difficulties through a lot of hard work, she is terrified of going right back into those dark places and never coming out.
| Personality |
"Often, those with the most love to give, are those who have been hurt the most."
Candie is a kind spirit. She's gentle as a deer, very unlikely to harm even a fly. Because of this, people tend to like her, that is, if they get the opportunity to get to know her. She's fairly shy, despite her fear of being alone.
Throughout her life, she's struggled with various mental instabilities that have crippled her ability to socialize well with others. She has many insecurities and, as such, very rarely branches out to seek new company.
She does love people though. She loves watching them be, and learning what makes them tick, she's got a very fine-tuned empathy for others that's pretty rare to find, making it easy for her to connect with them. This can, sometimes be a hindrance because she takes others feelings to heart almost too much sometimes and it begins to affect her own life.
Candie is a care-taker. Always has been. Fom a young age, she's taken care of others and that's how it will always be. She loves giving her time to making sure others are alright. It makes her feel like she has a purpose.
She's the girl you go to with your troubles, for she's the one who always has the right thing to say. She hates seeing others in pain, even people she doesn't particularly know.
Still, just because she is sweet, shy, and gentle, do not mistake her as being weak. She may not be physically intimidating, nor is she particularly useful in a fight, but she had outstanding mental capabilities. Her mind has always been a little damaged, filled with horrors and nightmares of her own making, but she has always managed to come through them stronger than before.
Because of this, she has the ability to survive extreme mental stress. In situations where many would lose their heads and fall apart, Candie is typically the voice of reason. The calm "eye of the storm". She can manage to keep her calm in even the most intense ordeals, as she's very levelheaded and practical.
Candie is also very smart. She always seems to be the girl with the answers. The one with the plan. She may be shy, and, therefore, not used to vocalizing her plans, but you can be sure, there's always something stirring in her mind.
Candie, overall, tends to be a very likable person, if a little isolated from others.
"Often, those with the most love to give, are those who have been hurt the most."
Candie is a kind spirit. She's gentle as a deer, very unlikely to harm even a fly. Because of this, people tend to like her, that is, if they get the opportunity to get to know her. She's fairly shy, despite her fear of being alone.
Throughout her life, she's struggled with various mental instabilities that have crippled her ability to socialize well with others. She has many insecurities and, as such, very rarely branches out to seek new company.
She does love people though. She loves watching them be, and learning what makes them tick, she's got a very fine-tuned empathy for others that's pretty rare to find, making it easy for her to connect with them. This can, sometimes be a hindrance because she takes others feelings to heart almost too much sometimes and it begins to affect her own life.
Candie is a care-taker. Always has been. Fom a young age, she's taken care of others and that's how it will always be. She loves giving her time to making sure others are alright. It makes her feel like she has a purpose.
She's the girl you go to with your troubles, for she's the one who always has the right thing to say. She hates seeing others in pain, even people she doesn't particularly know.
Still, just because she is sweet, shy, and gentle, do not mistake her as being weak. She may not be physically intimidating, nor is she particularly useful in a fight, but she had outstanding mental capabilities. Her mind has always been a little damaged, filled with horrors and nightmares of her own making, but she has always managed to come through them stronger than before.
Because of this, she has the ability to survive extreme mental stress. In situations where many would lose their heads and fall apart, Candie is typically the voice of reason. The calm "eye of the storm". She can manage to keep her calm in even the most intense ordeals, as she's very levelheaded and practical.
Candie is also very smart. She always seems to be the girl with the answers. The one with the plan. She may be shy, and, therefore, not used to vocalizing her plans, but you can be sure, there's always something stirring in her mind.
Candie, overall, tends to be a very likable person, if a little isolated from others.
| Power |
"I can make you question reality."
Illusion Weaving
Since the shipwreck, Candie has developed a gift that is as terrifying as it is amazing. She has the ability to infiltrate and manipulate the human mind. This means that she can toy with ones senses. Her natural ability to read people makes this a little scary, because this means that she has the ability to use what you want most, or what you fear most in the world against you.
To put it in simplest terms, Candie can weave illusions. She can attack any of your five senses, individually, making you feel, see, smell, taste, or hear things that aren't really there, but she can also go for multiple senses at a time. This can be done while awake, meaning the victim is actively experiencing these things, or is can be done while asleep, causing nightmares, dreams or, in extreme cases "night terrors".
She can do these things through several different methods. The first it through eye contact, she can force these illusions onto your mind simply by holding ones eyes for an extended amount of time, and once her "victim" is caught in her gaze, unless particularly strong minded, it can be fairly difficult to break. The second is through physical contact. If she were to touch you, she can easily slip into your mind for as long as she remains contact.
These abilities are dangerous though, and, given her history with nightmares and hallucinations, scare the living hell out of her. As such, she has very little control over them, and even lives in denial of them. This means that, not only could she snap and accidentally use her gift on someone else, but her denial of them backfires on herself as well. She'll sometimes create illusions on her own mind, to the point where it becomes hard to separate reality from imagination.
| Inventory |
"I've always been practical in fairly panicked situations. I was able to gather a few things before the ship went down."
The night of the shipwreck, Candie, seeing impending disaster, managed to quickly pack a backpack of items which include:
"I guess there's a few more things you should know."
Secrets
â She's so thin is because she battles anorexia to stay petite for dance â
â She spent three years in an mental ward receiving treatment for the following: â
Nightmares/Night terrors & hallucinations
Extreme depression
Extreme anxiety
Mild self-harm
Anorexia
â She blames herself for her mother's death â
Hobbies
â° Drawing, though she's not very good â°
â° Dancing, at which she's very good â°
â° Writing in her journal â°
â° Reading â°
Extra
â After the shipwreck, she awoke mute, unable to speak. â
â She was fluent in both French and English â
â She can now only communicate using her power, telepathically â
â Her telepathic voice is a mental imitation of her real voice, & has a french accent â
"I can make you question reality."
Illusion Weaving
Since the shipwreck, Candie has developed a gift that is as terrifying as it is amazing. She has the ability to infiltrate and manipulate the human mind. This means that she can toy with ones senses. Her natural ability to read people makes this a little scary, because this means that she has the ability to use what you want most, or what you fear most in the world against you.
To put it in simplest terms, Candie can weave illusions. She can attack any of your five senses, individually, making you feel, see, smell, taste, or hear things that aren't really there, but she can also go for multiple senses at a time. This can be done while awake, meaning the victim is actively experiencing these things, or is can be done while asleep, causing nightmares, dreams or, in extreme cases "night terrors".
She can do these things through several different methods. The first it through eye contact, she can force these illusions onto your mind simply by holding ones eyes for an extended amount of time, and once her "victim" is caught in her gaze, unless particularly strong minded, it can be fairly difficult to break. The second is through physical contact. If she were to touch you, she can easily slip into your mind for as long as she remains contact.
These abilities are dangerous though, and, given her history with nightmares and hallucinations, scare the living hell out of her. As such, she has very little control over them, and even lives in denial of them. This means that, not only could she snap and accidentally use her gift on someone else, but her denial of them backfires on herself as well. She'll sometimes create illusions on her own mind, to the point where it becomes hard to separate reality from imagination.
| Inventory |
"I've always been practical in fairly panicked situations. I was able to gather a few things before the ship went down."
The night of the shipwreck, Candie, seeing impending disaster, managed to quickly pack a backpack of items which include:
- â Several pencils
â A journal, containing diary entries, stories, and sketches
â A pocket knife
â A single change of clothes
â Her ballet slippers
â Two packs of cigarettes
â A Zippo lighter
â Several bottles of medication for various mental instabilities, some of which are running low
"I guess there's a few more things you should know."
Secrets
â She's so thin is because she battles anorexia to stay petite for dance â
â She spent three years in an mental ward receiving treatment for the following: â
Nightmares/Night terrors & hallucinations
Extreme depression
Extreme anxiety
Mild self-harm
Anorexia
â She blames herself for her mother's death â
Hobbies
â° Drawing, though she's not very good â°
â° Dancing, at which she's very good â°
â° Writing in her journal â°
â° Reading â°
Extra
â After the shipwreck, she awoke mute, unable to speak. â
â She was fluent in both French and English â
â She can now only communicate using her power, telepathically â
â Her telepathic voice is a mental imitation of her real voice, & has a french accent â
| History |
"I've been many different places, and I can surely tell you, the grass is never greener than where your family is."
Candie is of french background. She was born and raised on the streets of Paris. Her mother, Claire Winters, was a prostitute, her father, a man she never met. She had a sister as well, two years younger than her and sweeter than candy. The three of them lived a fairly hard life, on the streets of the dazzling city, and there was more than one occasion where their mother ran out on them for a few days and Candie had to play the mother.
This life caused her to grow up fast, having to mature at a reletivly young age, but she never resented her mother. In fact, she loved her because she knew the woman was struggling with things like depression and did everything in her power to give the girls as happy a life as possible.
When she was eight and Charlotte, her little sister, was six, she and her mother got into a rather huge fight. Candie was angry with her for running off again and leaving them for nearly three weeks with no food. Things were said that could not be taken back by either side, until, eventually, the fight simmered off and both parties retreated to solitude.
That night, her mother killed herself. The sound of a gunshot filled their tiny hovel of a home, and, in an instant, their mother's life was gone. Both Candie and Charlotte were put into a poor excuse for an orphanage and for two years she was tossed from foster family to foster family. Some were decent to her, others abusive, but what was the worst was that she was always separated from Charlotte.
When she was ten she was finally adopted by an American woman. A lawyer, who had a daughter, age six. The girl was suffering from bone cancer and, as an only child, was horribly lonely, so Candie was adopted to be this girl's companion. Her new mother was good to her, if not a little too high-strung. She had to leave France, and Charlotte behind to move with them to America.
In an effort to make her a little more happy, the woman bought her anything she wanted and introduced her to dance, and with this, Candie fell in love. It was a competitive world, ballet, much more competitive than most think. It was clear to her that high stakes ballet was about more than just tutus and twirling. It was about absolute perfection. Her ballet instructors, as well as her new mother, and, of course, herself, were all viciously hard on her. She had to be the perfect weight, hold the perfect positions, move with impeccable grace, and so on. The criticism was never-ending, and she ended up making a classic mistake.
In order to keep her thin frame and light weight, Candie stopped eating. What started as the skipping of a few small meals, soon became full blown anorexia, and, when it got to the point where she was passing out in dance class during warm-ups, people started to finally take notice. After her third hospital visit, at fifteen, the doctors finally admitted her to a mental ward for treatment.
There, all sorts of problems began to unfold. They found that Candie was not only anorexic, but also anxious and depressed as well. There were scars on her upper thighs from particularly dark nights, and her over active imagination mixed with a lack of nutrition often caused her to hallucinate, have horrible night terrors, and vivid nightmares.
It was a full three years before Candie was finally released. Sometimes, she wonders if it's because she's actually been treated, or if it's because they're not sure what else to do with her, but, who is she to question the experts?
Upon her release, Candie found that her adoptive sister Cassie had died while she was locked up, the cancer had reduced her to such a frail state that it had been the common cold that ended up taking her. About this time, she also received a letter from her little sister Charlotte, now sixteen, and, after a lot of pleading her adoptive mother, she finally agreed that, if Candie could raise the money to bring her over, she would help her try and get custody of her. As a lawyer, her mother warned her over and over again that, given her mental background and the fact that she was hardly eighteen, it would be nearly impossible, but Candie didn't care. The moment she agreed, she started looking for the highest paying jobs she could find.
And that was how she ended up a maid on the luxury cruise liner, The Duchess.
"I've been many different places, and I can surely tell you, the grass is never greener than where your family is."
Candie is of french background. She was born and raised on the streets of Paris. Her mother, Claire Winters, was a prostitute, her father, a man she never met. She had a sister as well, two years younger than her and sweeter than candy. The three of them lived a fairly hard life, on the streets of the dazzling city, and there was more than one occasion where their mother ran out on them for a few days and Candie had to play the mother.
This life caused her to grow up fast, having to mature at a reletivly young age, but she never resented her mother. In fact, she loved her because she knew the woman was struggling with things like depression and did everything in her power to give the girls as happy a life as possible.
When she was eight and Charlotte, her little sister, was six, she and her mother got into a rather huge fight. Candie was angry with her for running off again and leaving them for nearly three weeks with no food. Things were said that could not be taken back by either side, until, eventually, the fight simmered off and both parties retreated to solitude.
That night, her mother killed herself. The sound of a gunshot filled their tiny hovel of a home, and, in an instant, their mother's life was gone. Both Candie and Charlotte were put into a poor excuse for an orphanage and for two years she was tossed from foster family to foster family. Some were decent to her, others abusive, but what was the worst was that she was always separated from Charlotte.
When she was ten she was finally adopted by an American woman. A lawyer, who had a daughter, age six. The girl was suffering from bone cancer and, as an only child, was horribly lonely, so Candie was adopted to be this girl's companion. Her new mother was good to her, if not a little too high-strung. She had to leave France, and Charlotte behind to move with them to America.
In an effort to make her a little more happy, the woman bought her anything she wanted and introduced her to dance, and with this, Candie fell in love. It was a competitive world, ballet, much more competitive than most think. It was clear to her that high stakes ballet was about more than just tutus and twirling. It was about absolute perfection. Her ballet instructors, as well as her new mother, and, of course, herself, were all viciously hard on her. She had to be the perfect weight, hold the perfect positions, move with impeccable grace, and so on. The criticism was never-ending, and she ended up making a classic mistake.
In order to keep her thin frame and light weight, Candie stopped eating. What started as the skipping of a few small meals, soon became full blown anorexia, and, when it got to the point where she was passing out in dance class during warm-ups, people started to finally take notice. After her third hospital visit, at fifteen, the doctors finally admitted her to a mental ward for treatment.
There, all sorts of problems began to unfold. They found that Candie was not only anorexic, but also anxious and depressed as well. There were scars on her upper thighs from particularly dark nights, and her over active imagination mixed with a lack of nutrition often caused her to hallucinate, have horrible night terrors, and vivid nightmares.
It was a full three years before Candie was finally released. Sometimes, she wonders if it's because she's actually been treated, or if it's because they're not sure what else to do with her, but, who is she to question the experts?
Upon her release, Candie found that her adoptive sister Cassie had died while she was locked up, the cancer had reduced her to such a frail state that it had been the common cold that ended up taking her. About this time, she also received a letter from her little sister Charlotte, now sixteen, and, after a lot of pleading her adoptive mother, she finally agreed that, if Candie could raise the money to bring her over, she would help her try and get custody of her. As a lawyer, her mother warned her over and over again that, given her mental background and the fact that she was hardly eighteen, it would be nearly impossible, but Candie didn't care. The moment she agreed, she started looking for the highest paying jobs she could find.
And that was how she ended up a maid on the luxury cruise liner, The Duchess.
Comes And Goes
Greg Laswell
This one's for the lonely, the one's that seek and find
Only to be let down time after time
This one's for the torn down, the experts at the fall
Come on friends get up now you're not alone at all
Oh oh oh, oh oh oh
Oh, oh oh oh, oh oh oh
And this part was for her
And this part was for her
This part was for her
Does she remember?
It comes and goes in waves
This one's for the faithless, the ones that are surprised
They're only where they are now regardless of their fight
This one's for believing if only for it's sake
Come on friends get up now love is to be made
Oh oh oh, oh oh oh
Oh, oh oh oh, oh oh oh
And this part was for her
And this part was for her
This part was for her
Does she remember?
It comes and goes in waves, I
Am only led to wonder why
It comes in goes in waves, I
Am only led to wonder why
Why I, why I try
This is for the ones who stand
For the ones who try again
For the ones who need a hand
For the ones who think they can
It comes and goes in waves, I
Am only led to wonder why
It comes and goes in waves, I
Am only led to wonder why
Why I, why, why I fly
Oh, oh oh oh, oh oh oh
Oh, oh oh oh, oh oh oh
Oh, oh oh oh, oh oh oh
Oh, oh oh oh, oh oh oh
____________________________________________
____________________________________________
Greg Laswell
This one's for the lonely, the one's that seek and find
Only to be let down time after time
This one's for the torn down, the experts at the fall
Come on friends get up now you're not alone at all
Oh oh oh, oh oh oh
Oh, oh oh oh, oh oh oh
And this part was for her
And this part was for her
This part was for her
Does she remember?
It comes and goes in waves
This one's for the faithless, the ones that are surprised
They're only where they are now regardless of their fight
This one's for believing if only for it's sake
Come on friends get up now love is to be made
Oh oh oh, oh oh oh
Oh, oh oh oh, oh oh oh
And this part was for her
And this part was for her
This part was for her
Does she remember?
It comes and goes in waves, I
Am only led to wonder why
It comes in goes in waves, I
Am only led to wonder why
Why I, why I try
This is for the ones who stand
For the ones who try again
For the ones who need a hand
For the ones who think they can
It comes and goes in waves, I
Am only led to wonder why
It comes and goes in waves, I
Am only led to wonder why
Why I, why, why I fly
Oh, oh oh oh, oh oh oh
Oh, oh oh oh, oh oh oh
Oh, oh oh oh, oh oh oh
Oh, oh oh oh, oh oh oh
____________________________________________
____________________________________________
Sound Of Madness
Shinedown
Yeah, I get it,
You're an outcast.
Always under attack.
Always coming in last,
Bringing up the past.
No one owes you anything.
I think you need a shotgun blast,
A kick in the ass,
So paranoid. . .
Watch your back!!
Oh my, here we go...
Another loose cannon gone bi-polar
Slipped down, couldn't get much lower.
Quicksand's got no sense of humor.
I'm still laughing like hell.
You think that by crying to me
Looking so sorry that I'm gonna believe,
You've been infected by a social disease.
Well, then take your medicine.
[Chorus:]
I created the Sound of Madness.
Wrote the book on pain.
Somehow I'm still here,
To explain,
That the darkest hour never comes in the night.
You can sleep with a gun.
When you gonna wake up and fight... for yourself?
I'm so sick of this tombstone mentality,
If there's an afterlife,
Then it'll set you free.
But I'm not gonna part the seas
You're a self-fulfilling prophecy.
You think that crying to me,
Looking so sorry that I'm gonna believe,
You've been infected by a social disease.
Well, then take your medicine.
[Chorus]
I created the Sound of Madness.
Wrote the book on pain.
Somehow I'm still here,
To explain,
That the darkest hour never comes in the night.
You can sleep with a gun.
When you gonna wake up...
When you gonna wake up and fight...
[Chorus]
When you gonna wake up and fight... for yourself? [x3]
Shinedown
Yeah, I get it,
You're an outcast.
Always under attack.
Always coming in last,
Bringing up the past.
No one owes you anything.
I think you need a shotgun blast,
A kick in the ass,
So paranoid. . .
Watch your back!!
Oh my, here we go...
Another loose cannon gone bi-polar
Slipped down, couldn't get much lower.
Quicksand's got no sense of humor.
I'm still laughing like hell.
You think that by crying to me
Looking so sorry that I'm gonna believe,
You've been infected by a social disease.
Well, then take your medicine.
[Chorus:]
I created the Sound of Madness.
Wrote the book on pain.
Somehow I'm still here,
To explain,
That the darkest hour never comes in the night.
You can sleep with a gun.
When you gonna wake up and fight... for yourself?
I'm so sick of this tombstone mentality,
If there's an afterlife,
Then it'll set you free.
But I'm not gonna part the seas
You're a self-fulfilling prophecy.
You think that crying to me,
Looking so sorry that I'm gonna believe,
You've been infected by a social disease.
Well, then take your medicine.
[Chorus]
I created the Sound of Madness.
Wrote the book on pain.
Somehow I'm still here,
To explain,
That the darkest hour never comes in the night.
You can sleep with a gun.
When you gonna wake up...
When you gonna wake up and fight...
[Chorus]
When you gonna wake up and fight... for yourself? [x3]