CARTER MARIE SANDERS

[carter marie sanders]

CARTERMARIESANDERS ,



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there, there baby it's just textbook stuff ,,

character's name: carter marie sanders
nicknames: car, carcar, sanders
birthday: january 1st
age: twenty one
usergroup: admin.

it's in the ABC of growing up ,,

play-by: amber heard
likes: at least five.
dislikes: at least five.
secrets: optional, though most people have at least one.
personality: goofy, fake, sarcastic, annoyed, depressed, hidden, bitchy, numb, guilty

now, now darling oh don't lose your head ,,

hometown:
history: Carter Marie Sanders was born screaming on a cold night, January 1st, 12:01 AM. Earlier, at 11:59 PM, December 31st, her twin brother, Andy McKnight Sanders, was brought into the world, much more docile and quiet. It was clear, growing up, that Carter was going to be the fireball of the family, and Andy the studious, smart one. At the age of 7, both were cast in a school play, with Carter as the evil witch, and Andy as the magical prince, the knight in shining armor… That’s how it always was with them. They were a perfect balance, really, Andy balancing out Carter's personality, and vice versa, fairly well. They were very, very close. Their relationship was tender and open, and Carter didn’t think she’d ever had a better best friend. They did nearly everything with each other, and the other’s opinion was what mattered, first, even before the parent’s opinion. That comes to another thing: the parents. John and Joanie Sanders were very protective of their children, and if they had to say, neither child’s personality really matched theirs. It was definitely the grandparents, Carter after Grandma Julie on Joanie’s side, and Andy after his father’s Grandma. Both parent’s were amazed that the children were spitting images of their parents, both in personality and in physical features.

Through boyfriends and girlfriends, through heartbreak and deceit, through best friends and losers, Carter and Andy stuck together. They rarely ever got into fights, and were fiercely protective of the brother. Normally, instead of the John giving boys the talk, well, Andy gave it instead. It was just the way things worked. Their life was going well, indeed… well, until their parents decided to up and move them, to the United States. Both Carter and Andy were pissed, and decided, with Andy's newly acquired permit, to go out and party. They left, without a word to their parents, and went to a friends house to party. There, they met a friend of both of them, and they got down and dirty. By two o’clock in the morning, they were wasted, and the friend offered to drive the two home, having stayed sober, and Carter denied the offer, managing to say in a fairly sober voice, “I think we can manage,” and with that, they left, Andy leaning on his sister, goody-two-shoes façade finished.

They were on the road for fifteen minutes before they hit an intersection. The party had been at a house way out in the middle of no where, so it took a while before they were close enough to those bright Sydney lights to realize they were getting nearer to civilization. Carter had passed out drunk in the passenger's seat, and Andy was busy struggling not to swerve all across the road. Too bad he didn't notice the red light in the intersection that he crossed. Nor did he notice, until it was too late, the car that was heading full speed towards the driver side door. He didn't survive the bone crushing impact of the speeding black truck. Carter, however, did, but not in the best condition. She'd sustained a terrible concussion, broken ribs, a broken leg, and had fallen into a coma. Her parents hadn't left her side first three days she was in the hospital. Then the fourth day came, and they decided to go home, shower, maybe get some rest. That drive was the last they took. When her parents arrived home that fourth day Carter was in the hospital, they found their house was being robbed. Mr. Sanders attempted to stop the man stealing their things, and a gun was pulled. Two shots were fired, one missing Mr. Sanders entirely, the other going straight into his chest. The stray bullet hit the woman standing behind Mr. Sanders, who was peaking anxiously over her husband's shoulder. She was dead before she hit the ground. Her father might have been saved if the ambulance had been called sooner, but he bled to death on the floor of their house.

Carter woke up three days later, to her Uncle Damien, who was asleep in the chair beside her bed. All she felt was pain, and she couldn't remember what happened. She kept attempting to murmur her brother's name, the her hand reaching up try and tear the tube they had down her throat out. Damien's hand reached up to take her hand down, and he quietly told her what had become of her brother. Carter had laid their, frozen in shock, pain ripping through her chest, her heart rate going crazy, the monitor beeping an erratic rhythm. Carter looked at him, and tried to say the word 'mom'. Somehow, he understood. And he told her the impossible: they were dead as well. A fierce roaring in her ears, her vision began to fade, and her stomach was dropping. Then things faded to gray, and she had the distinct memory of wishing she felt nothing.

Carter recounted this story to her first therapist in Virginia Beach. She'd moved their with her uncle Damien, her new 'guardian'. The only family she had left. She told her first therapist that story, and the story of how after she had gotten out of the hospital, she'd been so crazy in her grief she'd gotten drunk every night for two straight weeks, began doing drugs that same week, cutting as well. The story fell from her lips, numb. She'd told it all to the stupid people at the rehab center Damien had sent her off to, knowing that he couldn't help her, and that he'd better send her to someone who could. That rehab center was the place that broke her. Damien came to see her weekends, and they'd visit, fill the room with empty words and petty small talk. That was the place where she shattered, and all her little pieces coming together again to make deformed, broken part of her that felt... nothing. That was the place where they broke her of her newly attained drug addiction, stopping it in it's tracks. That's where they thought they stopped her love of the bottle, and where they thought they stopped her love of cutting. The only thing that allowed her to feel anything, even if it was pain. Telling that first therapist, she prescribed the first set of antidepressants. Telling the second therapist, a year later, she got her second prescription. Shortly after that, her insomnia kicked in. That same therapist prescribed the sleeping pills. Carter stopped seeing that therapist, went to another. Damien didn't understand what was wrong with his niece, but allowed her to jump from therapist to therapist, as long as she thought it was what she needed.

Virginia Beach has been good to Carter, the past six years. She's made progress, graduating high school and moving on to college, and she's definitely better and making a name for herself.

cause none of us were angels ,,

your name/alias: sam
your age: sixteen
roleplay experience: three to four
read the rules: loose lips sink ships
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