Sanderson, Era

[Era Sanderson]

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I AM THE JIGSAW MAN, I TURN THE WORLD AROUND WITH A SKELETON HAND.

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I AM THE CRAWLING DEAD!
I AM THE RIPPER MAN, A LOCOMOTION MIND, LOVE AMERICAN STYLE, YEAH!
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WHAT IS YOUR FULL NAME?
Era Coi Sanderson
DO YOU HAVE ANY NICKNAMES?
Yup. Eraface, Crazy Lady, Eracoi (Iracois), and just plain Ipswich's Resident Crazy Lady.
WHERE IS YOUR BIRTH PLACE?
Ipswich
WHEN IS YOUR BIRTH DATE?
September 13, 1992
HOW OLD DOES THAT MAKE YOU?
Seventeen
WHAT IS YOUR RELIGION?
Era believes in the reincarnation of humans into giant uneatable cookies that will then roam for all eternity on a mystical island called Laraffle Sniggle. (luh-rah-full sch-nig-ul)
WHAT IS YOUR SEXUALITY?
Lesbian
WHO DO YOU BEST RESEMBLE?
A certain Miss Audrey Kitching looks an awful lot like Eraface.
WHAT MEMBERGROUP DO YOU BELONG TO?
She's a gaurdian/telepath/crazy person. A mouthful, but oh, so necessary.


A PHANTOM IN THE BOX!
I AM THE NEXUS ONE, I WANT MORE LIFE, FUCKER, I AIN'T DONE - YEAH!
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WHAT DO YOU ENJOY?
almost all animals, though they don't really like her, anything shiny, bright, colorful, or oddly decorated, cookies, the word kitty, loud music, the color pink, squeaky voices, and large groups of people. She also likes dangling from high up places, the most common of which are lighting fixtures and tree limbs, though a roof top or scaffolding on a construction site tends to get mixed in there every now and again.
WHAT DO YOU NOT ENJOY?
being told to stay still, sleeping, moments of silence, negative emotions, dull wardrobes, pine cones, people with no imagination, and Spenser's dress code
WHAT DO YOU FEAR MOST?
being completely alone, vacuum cleaners, and anything to do with guns
WHAT ARE YOUR GOALS IN LIFE?
to own her own camel and call it Snuffalupakiss J. Nemermeyer the Third King of Jasper Town (this changes often)
WHAT ARE YOUR QUIRKS?
she is usually completely oblivious of the things around her, but at times will switch her entire personality to suit serious situations. She also giggles often at inappropriate times, hangs upside down from pretty much anything, loves to climb on things like trees, buildings, and lighting fixtures, names inanimate objects and talks to them constantly, carries a blue teddy bear backpack named Zoingo that never leaves her sight, bounces when excited, has the ability to befriend almost anything, no matter how much it resists, and tends to blurt out her opinion on your personal thoughts, generally in crowded areas.
WHAT ARE YOUR HABITS?
Chewing chocolate flavored bubble gum, standing on her head on a sidewalk every Thursday, sleeping with her legs at a 90 degree angle on the wall (© Sherrilyn Kenyon) and replacing the words of any song she hears with a sound usually consisting of growls, shrieks, purrs, and the occasional 'rawr' in varying tones and lengths.
WHAT ARE YOUR STRENGTHS?
Her telepathy has instilled in her a great understanding of people that comes in handy during her guardian duties. However, she doesn't always use that understanding, preferring to stay in the world she's created for herself rather than reality. Her imagination is absolutely astounding and, once in her childhood, she was taken to a testing facility that simultaneously announced to be a genius and utterly insane. She holds great intelligence behind her drifting mind and when she's able to stop looking at shiny things and focus her mental power she is truly a force to be reckoned with.
WHAT ARE YOUR FLAWS?
Unfortunately, all of the magical genius power that Era holds in completely overridden by the fact that she has the attention span of a dead ant. She can't focus on anything for more than a few seconds before something, anything really, completely and utterly distracts her from her original purpose. She can also be quite self-centered when she's on a roll, hyperactive to the point it's painful for those around her, and is too liberal with her invasion of any and everyone's personal bubble.
WHAT ARE YOUR TURN ONS?
People who smell like cupcakes, bright clothing, green fingernails, pretty hair, stickers on binders, glitter make-up, lots of stuffed animals on a bed, lace underwear, eating food off of people, nose bleeds, the colour pink, girls who can dance, and ladies who aren't afraid to get down and dirty... finger painting with her.
WHAT ARE YOUR TURN OFFS?
Meekness, docility, lack of imagination, men, demons, and the colour blue. She really, really, really HATES the colour blue.
TELL ME ABOUT YOUR HAIR.
It's usually varying shades of blonde and black, but changes often to pink on the weekends or holidays and comes to her waist
WHAT ABOUT YOUR EYES?
They're rich brown and Egyptian in shape
WHAT IS YOUR BODY TYPE?
She's slender, but long framed, 5'6, 110 pounds and just slightly lanky.
WHAT IS YOUR CLOTHING STYLE?
he is notorious for wearing blindingly bright colors, the most recurring of which is pink, and has no consistent sense of fashion. she's as likely to wear a bathing suit in school as she is to wear an American flag at a funeral. it's happened before. she also over-does accessories such as rings, bracelets, and necklaces, hair bows, etc.
YOUR DISTINGUISHING FEATURES ARE?
a mole to the left of her nose above her lip and a bull ring piercing, along with several piercings in here ears that include three on each lobe and a tragus piercing. she also has startling bright hair, usually either a striking blonde or startling pink, and porcelain skin
WHERE DO YOU SEE YOURSELF IN 10 YEARS?
*sighs* On the moon. The moon made of pink sugar... you know the one....


THE SHADOW IN YOUR HEAD!
YEAH, DO NOT VICTIMIZE, READ THE MOTHER FUCKER PSYCHOHOLIC LIES, YEAH!
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WHO IS YOUR MOTHER? HOW OLD IS SHE? WHAT DOES SHE DO?
Jean, 37
WHO IS YOUR FATHER? HOW OLD IS HE? WHAT DOES HE DO?
and Andrew, 43; they both run a Deli Shop on the Boardwalk
DO YOU HAVE ANY SIBLINGS?
No. The world can only handle one of her generation.
ANY OTHER RELATIVES I SHOULD KNOW ABOUT?
Nope.
DO YOU HAVE A JOB?
She's a traffic cop on weekends across from a children's park.
WHERE DO YOU GO TO SCHOOL?
Spenser Academy.
WHAT GRADE ARE YOU IN?
Senior.
WHERE DO YOU LIVE?
During the school year, in her dorm room. Holidays and such are spent in a nightmare of huge colonial that was 'decorated' by miss Era herself.
TELL ME ABOUT YOUR PAST!
Era was born in Ipswich to Jean and Andrew Sanderson, a pair of your average hard-working psychiatrists. As a child, Era showed promise at nothing in particular, preferring to put her toys in her mouth and talk to them rather than use them to learn. At one, she was taken to many play dates with the neighborhood children while Jean and Andrew worked, but always got complaints about how she "just didn't get along with the other children." Her parents tried to talk to Era, but she was too young to understand that whatever it was she was doing was wrong. Not wanting to be negative, they put her behavior off on her age and figured that when she was older, things would go much more smoothly.

They didn't. By the time she had learned how to talk and form sentences, it was increasingly obvious that she couldn't bring herself to make sense. Instead of mummy or dada as a first word, the first thing out of Era's mouth was "shiny", followed shortly by "cookie", "kitty", and "nuclear". The she was forming sentences like "Kitty, Eraface wantsa ride the cookie to Snorkel Land today!" Which, after much trial and error, could be deciphered as "Mum, I want to take the bus to school today."

As she grew bigger and bigger with no friends but the inanimate puppets she had been given for her first Christmas, Andrew decided they needed to take action. Unable to diagnose their daughter themselves, the Sanderson's took Era to three of the top psychiatrists in the nation. Alas, they each reached the same conclusion: Although her comprehension was absolutely phenomenal (she could understand what a person was thinking just through body language alone) Era's brain did not function properly and her speech was to be permanently impaired.

Distraught, the Sanderson's took Era home and decided against play dates where all that would happen is Era would pin some poor child to the ground and harass them with nonsensical babbling. Instead, they kept her home and safe, hiding their sadness in smiles and pretend games. It was about a year after that on a dull, rainy Sunday morning, that the phone rang, offering the couple a ray of hope. A certain Doctor Henry Brand in Olympia had heard about Era's case and thought he might be able to help. Despairing that no one could ever help Era but willing to cling to any ray of hope, Jean and Andrew made the trip to Ohio to see Dr. Brand.

Outside in the waiting room the parents were frantic. It had been several hours after they had arrived that a series of very stern looking men had passed them onto the way to the room where their daughter was being interviewed and even more time since either of them has seen so much as a flutter of a curtain. About the time Andrew had lost his patience and was about to demand entry into the room Era emerged, one hand held by one of the large men that had entered the room and the other holding Moose, who was chatting away happily at the man.

Relieved beyond belief, Jean scooped Era into her arms and cast a furtive look at Dr. Brand, who had a very peculiar look about his face. Henry said that he would like the Sanderson's to stay a week in Olympia, free of charge, during which he wished to perform a few "very vital and hopefully revealing" tests on their daughter. After several assurances that the tests would in NO WAY harm their daughter, the Sanderson's agreed and endured.

During the week Era was taken multiple times from the clinical hotel room to be tested and returned each time whole, safe, and blindingly happy. At the end of her tests, Era returned with Dr. Brand, who held several folders full of official-looking documents in his hands. Once Era had said hello and was happily situated in a corner with the new present Henry had gotten for her on the way home (a blue backpack in the shape of a teddy bear which she had immediately dubbed Zoingo) he took the Sanderson's into the mini kitchen and handed them the folders. He explained that inside they would find several documents from MENSA and the NPA including the results of all the tests she had taken and two certificates announcing her simultaneously as a genius with ADD and a telepath. Needless to say, this was a lot of information for Jean and Andrew to absorb and after a shocked farewell to Dr. Brand (who left them with his number to schedule further appointments) they packed up and headed back to Ipswich.

A few years forward after Era had turned six she escaped from the house as it was being remodeled and managed to get herself up a tree a few blocks down in the Simms' yard. It was there that she spotted two young boys walking towards a large white van and, completely enraptured by their thoughts, proceeded to plummet to the ground on top of what was to be her best friends for years to come: Tyler Simms and Reid Garwin.

Despite the many protests and apologies that ensued that little stunt, Era found herself compelled to return often to the boys and play with them. Soon enough, regardless of her weirdness and knack for knowing their thoughts, the trio became the best of friends (even after Era had shocked them with a cry of "I know what you're thinking and it's not nice!" followed by several demonstrations that proved she could do just that). So it was a sad day when, two years of fun times later, the Sanderson's declared that they were moving to north to Maine where a job opportunity presented itself. They stayed there for nine years until Jean and Andrew threw in the towel, called it quits, and retired. Now they've moved back to Ipswich to fulfill their dream of owning a deli shop on the boardwalk.

Era is seventeen now and as wildly random as she was as a child, but now with the body of a woman and the attention span of a dead fish the boring town of Ipswich is going to find itself in over its head where this ball of pink headed insanity is concerned.

SCRATCH OFF THE BROKEN SKIN!
I TEAR INTO MY HEART AND I TEAR MY SOUL APART AND I EAT IT SOME MORE, YEAH!
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THE ROLEPLAYER!
Hey guys I’m Era/Brie; I’m 18 years old and have been roleplaying for somewhere in the vicinity of eight or nine years. The other characters I have here at CoI™ are Jesse Churchill and Sarah Wenham, and like a good boy/girl, I read the rules. The rule phrase is admin edit.

[Claudia Bishop]

Hey There Era
we thought we'd let you know that
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and you are ACCEPTED so
please make your way over to our
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