CANDACE CHANDLER

[candace chandler]

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name Chandler, Candace Rose
age 14
gender female

hair blond, long, scraggly, and usually tangled
eyes blue
complexion pale, with quite a lot of freckles; she also tends to burn easily.
height 5' 1"
build stick-skinny with knobby knees. Candace is tiny and absurdly flexible, able to stick herself into even the most difficult-to-reach of crevasses.
played by Evanna Lynch

class Sentinel
powers

• Pull
  

personality Candace doesn't talk much, but when she does it's with the slightly superior air of someone who (thinks she) knows exactly what she's doing. She's intelligent and quick-thinking and she knows it, and her mouth has gotten her into trouble on more than one occasion. She's cocky and far too full of herself, but both the fact that she's shaping up to be a powerful biotic and her ability to get almost anywhere mean she's a valuable asset to the Resistance. She is fortunately smart enough to know that, when it comes down to it, she's a scrawny fourteen-year-old in the face of the worst genocide in human history, but that doesn't stop her from delighting in ticking off everyone back at home base when there's nothing else to do.

history Candace has lived in London her whole life; her mother was a banker and her father was estranged, living in Glasgow. When the Reaper invasion came, her family was hit hard: she lost her mother within the first three days, and has had no contact from her father since then (whether by choice, death, or lack of communications, she doesn't know). She and her older brother Toby ran from place to place until they were lucky enough to chance upon a Resistance hideout. Candace's biotics and Toby's electrocommunications major meant both of them were welcomed into the fold fairly quickly; now they do their best to fight back, waiting for news of their father.

roleplay example
"Candace!"

The call was hissed, urgent: Candace jumped about a foot in the air and stared down the narrow corridor towards her older comrade, a boy of maybe seventeen whose name she had never learned.

"What?" She whispered back, trying to calm her racing heart. The quarantine zone was so freakishly quiet at night. She was sure every husk for fifteen miles had heard the boy's whisper.

"Get back."

He hustled her back down the alleyway, which was barely wide enough for Candace, let alone this broad-shouldered youth. With no small amount of bumping and scraping, they wedged themselves into the very deepest of the shadows.

Not moments after they had done so, a chuffing, scraping sort of noise came from the other end of the alley, and the sickly-blue lights of the Reaper-animated corpse of something shone into view.

"A Cannibal," Candace said, barely more than a breath.

The thing's head whipped in their direction just as the boy's hand clamped over her mouth. Candace's heart was now beating painfully fast. These things were deadly, but dumb. Candace bore no weapons but herself; the boy had a simple pistol. If she could lure it away...
Tucking her hands behind her back, she concentrated hard. Using her biotics hurt, in an odd, glorious way, like every inch of her was being tugged a different direction. Her hands glowed blue, lighting the paving-stones, and the Cannibal huffed warily, trying to maneuver its huge bulk to peer into their little alley. Candace took a deep breath, yanked her hands over her head, and did the only thing she had the space or energy to do: a simple brute-force affectation, barely enough to dislodge a brick on the opposite wall.

It was enough, though, and the brick shattered on the ground behind the monster, which whirled around, raising its grotesque arm-cannon-thing ahead of it.

The boy nodded and raised his pistol as the Cannibal sought for the source of the disturbance. Candace, forgetting every ounce of cool unflappability she had, clung to him hard.

"Don't miss, okay?"





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