Candi Cane

[Candi Cane]

Candi Cane

....the mask

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...basic character information

Birth Name: Candi Allegro Cane
Nickname: Cece
Gender: Female
Age: 15
Grade: 10
Birth date: November 25
Program: Bachelor of Arts
Major: Law Enforcement
Major Explanation: Candi wants to help the world to her full ability, and with a mind that will not fail when she sets it to do something, she decided that hunting down criminals would be the best way. Her hawklike eyes are able to track down people better than anyone else, and spy out details impossible to see through the human eye. Plus, they are so penetrating that she can usually tell if a suspect is lying. Also, her adventure-seeking personality gives her a crave for thrill, and being a part of Law Enforcement will help her satisfy this thirst.
Animal Identity: Ferruginous Hawk

...personality

Likes:

• Flying, naturally.
  
• Singing (but only in the shower).
  
• Laughing with people.
  
• Laughing at people.
  
• Running.
  
• Wrestling.
  
• Being around her friends and family.
  
• Teasing her friends and family.
  
• Eating.
  
• Animals.
  
• Proving to others that she's right.
  
• Being herself.
  
  

Dislikes:

• Recieving candy canes every Christmas.
  
• How everyone makes puns with her name.
  
• People who hurt her friends or family.
  
• Annoying people.
  
• People who are too smart for their own good.
  
• Being lazy.
  
• Her dog when it chews up her stuff (though she loves it very much!)
  
• School.
  
• Pansys.
  
• People who are jerks for no reason.
  
• Doing boring things.
  

Fears:

• Loosing the ability to fly.
  
• Not being able to take action.
  
• Loosing the people she loves.
  

Strengths:

• Willing to stand up against anything for what she believes.
  
• Strong leader.
  
• Courageous.
  

Weaknesses:

• Sometimes too corageous.
  
• Not exactly on the gentle side...
  
• Very, very hot temper.
  

Overall:

Candi Allegro Cane is a girl who is always ready to take action. Even if she’s only sitting around, it does not take long before she becomes restless and wants to do something more exciting. That’s what she craves—excitement. Without it, her world becomes, well, boring. And she hates being boring (in fact, it’s what she dislikes the most, besides being a pansy.) Fitting that she can transform into a beautiful hawk, isn’t it? If it’s one thing she knows, hawks are never boring. And they will never be like pansies.


She enjoys talking, teasing, poking— anything that’s social. Candi is a people person. Perhaps that’s part of why she makes such a natural leader. When it is necessary to take action, Candi tosses away the social butterfly and puts on the cool, calm, and daring appearance. Making an enemy out of Candi Cane is not a good idea. If she’s messed with, she doesn’t go in a corner and cry. No, she messes right back with heat and fury. How do you mess with her? Well, she gets infuriated when people make puns with her name. If it’s just some playful teasing, she’ll let it go, but not without a hard look. Candi becomes beyond infuriated when someone bothers her friends or family (although it wouldn’t be a good idea to mess with them, either). Besides that, Candi is actually very selfless, though she would never admit it. Her reputation as a tough girl matters a lot.


One of her closely kept secrets: She plays the violin. She refuses to tell anyone of her secret joy partly because she thinks it would make everyone think that she’s a pansy. She does not want to be seen as weak or gentle, but the violin actually is a way that she lets out all of her frustrations (like school, rough days, etc.). At least once a week, Candi will take out her violin from underneath her bed and make it sing to release all of her frustrations. Only once a week because she has another outlet, too: flying. But that’s a story for another time.


Remember what frustrates her? Well, school is the main one. Candi has a simple daily schedule, the “schedule” part of it being nonexistent. She likes the exhilaration that comes when she doesn’t know what happens next, or when she is able to do something random and different. School just ruins all of that. In school, nothing exciting happens, it’s always the same stuff (i.e. math…science…English…lunch…Spanish… ick). So, she’ll sit through boring lectures, receive mediocre Cs on her tests for seven hours—before running out the doors and taking flight as soon as the last bell rings.

...appearance

Celebrity Play By: Sarah Michelle Gellar
Appearance:

Although Candi Cane has a fiery temper and attitude, she barely reaches over five-foot two in human form. She is slender and of athletic build, though she eats like a 200-pound man, because of all the running and flying she does. Her defined cheekbones and eyebrows nearly nestle her light green eyes. She likes to be seen with a little grin on her bright face, especially when she is doing what she loves most, but when angry or annoyed her eyes will flash and her eyebrows will turn into a dark glare.


Every morning, she will grab whatever she can find from her closet. Her appearance isn’t something she cares much for, just as long as it’s presentable. She has a rare, exotic beauty that is not defined by her clothes. Her wardrobe consists of tank tops, jeans, and sweaters. She always wears her black Converse, even to formal dances (although her mother somehow managed to coax her into heels for her aunt’s wedding). She does have a favorite outfit, though: a neon green camisole worn beneath a black hoodie and some bleached jeans. Favorite accessory: mood rings that are worn on every other finger, which for some strange reason never seem to match each other in color. She never takes them off. They were from her mother, one from each birthday that she had since she was five--until her mother had died. Anyway, anger Candi enough, and she will punch you hard enough to leave six imprints in your cheek (or wherever else she decides to throw her fist), a star and a cross, and four bumps from her hard, bony knuckles.

Ever since her mother died, Candi has found that she could transform into a Ferruginous Hawk. For a long time, Candi hadn’t even known what a Ferruginous Hawk was, until she learned that she had its DNA in her genes, oddly enough. When she wants, she will transform from her petite human form into a hunter of the sky, As a bird of prey, she is 23 inches long from beak to tail, with a wingspan of 56 inches. Weighing in at 107 pounds as a human, she feels nearly weightless as a flying 3.5 pound bird. Her feathers are lightly colored, able to blend in with white clouds and blue sky, white and light brown dominating her entire body. Nearly everything about her changes when she shapeshifts into a new form except for her eyes. Her bright green eyes still piercing and fiery even as she soars overhead, high above all others.

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...history

Parents: Marley Cane & Mary Cane
Siblings: Walker Cane (half brother)


Candi has the kookiest parents—they are just as spontaneous and crazy as parents can get. Her dad, Marley Cane, is a mad scientist. He turned the Canes’ basement into a laboratory that looks like a modern development of Jekyll and Hyde’s. Though she loved her dad a lot, Candi sometimes can’t help but think that he was lucky to find a spouse, especially one that matched him perfectly: Mary Lynn Roseford. Mary was a writer, who wrote science fiction novels and surrounded herself with works of other authors. She always said that she was studying the styles of writing that different people had, Candi believed that no one enjoyed “studying” more than Mary Cane did. After Mary married Marley, she found out that she was pregnant—with another man’s child. Everyone had expected Marley to be furious with his new wife, but the scientist had taken the blow fairly well. No one knew what Marley planned to do with this child, but they hadn’t expected him to take the baby boy under his roof and raise it like he was his own kid—which is exactly what he did. They named the baby Walker, Mary’s humor being mellowed down so that the child wouldn’t suffer too horribly. No kid would survive happily with the name “Walking Cane.”

Two years later, the Canes had been excited when Mary was pregnant once again (Marley’s attitude was significantly more enthusiastic since this one had his own genes). Nine months passed, and Candi Allegro Cane was born (though Mary’s punny way of naming her children did not die). Candi grew up living a normal life, or at least as normal as she could with a science lab in her basement and her parents always conducting mysterious experiments all the time. At five, she received her first mood ring from her mother, a simple band that she put on her thumb. She went to kindergarten and learned how to read and write, though she thought that reading was a pain and writing was even worse. She continued growing, continued getting mood rings for her birthday, and continued learning, even though she didn’t like learning much and would rather spend her time with her parents and half brother.

It was the month before her tenth birthday when everything changed for Candi and Walker. She knew that she should have noticed how Mary Cane was getting weaker, having more difficulty walking, sleeping in later and later every day. But no one had ever told Candi that her mother had a dangerous disease that was seeping the life away from her. Leukemia.

Mary Cane died a month later, the day before Candi turned ten. Instead of celebrating her birth, the Canes went to a funeral. Grief racked Candi’s life. And anger. She didn’t know why she was so mad (after all, how could you ever get mad at someone for dying?), but she suddenly felt so angry that she thought she would burst. She took her mother’s violin and played in her spare time dark music that was sometimes reflected her melancholy, but often was fast and rough, as if she were a madman playing a crazy fiddle tune. She refused to be called Candi Cane any more. Only her mother had had the right to call her that—now she was Cece.

One day, she ran out of the house, with the full intention of escaping from the negative feelings forever. She began running faster. A cliff came into sight. Tears streamed down her eyes as she threw herself off it and began falling. Down, down, down, down. It was only a split second after she’d flung herself off the cliff face when she realized that she didn’t want to die. Just then, she realized that she had uncountable blessings in her life. Her heart raced when her life seemed to flash before her eyes. She knew that death was inevitable, and she would be joining her mother very soon. But, nearly against human instinct, she did not brace herself against the impact. Instead, she spread out her arms to slow the fall as best as she could, to live a millisecond longer. She closed her eyes, and thought about her mother, who had always been kind to her, about her brother, who, though he tormented her sometimes actually loved her deep down. About her father, who, though she’d never been that close to him, she respected because his love of science. Her friends, who she laughed and played with on the school playground. When Candi Allegro Cane died, it would not be in grief, that she was determined of.

The crunching impact of her body against the rocky surface below never came.

From the top, the fall hadn’t seemed like it would’ve been that long. Cece opened her eyes into a small little peep. WOW! She closed it again. She’d seen so much more than she had ever seen before during her entire life up to now. When she opened her eyes, she didn’t see a red, rocky bottom. No, she saw the bottom of the valley, but she saw much more than ever before. She saw the granules of the rock, a good deal of them burnt red, but there was also pink, gold, and sepia scattered throughout. When she looked up, the sky wasn’t just blue. It was full of vibrant colors. Her world was so different from before. She shook her head. Maybe she wasn’t in her world anymore. Maybe she had actually died and gone to heaven. She focused her energy on finding out where she was. That was when she realized that she wasn’t herself—that she wasn’t human anymore. Humans couldn’t fight gravity. She was something else now, a bird that could fly.

A laugh escaped her lips, a bird-like one, which surprised her at first, but she decided that she really liked it. She loved flying, and she loved this body. She soared above the valley, triumphant over death. When she reached her house, she saw her half-brother Walker sitting on the front porch. Cece called out to him. Walker looked up, with tears in his eyes, and said, “Look, dad! It’s a hawk!” and then went back to moping. Cece’s new raptor vision caught what her human eyes wouldn’t have seen. Walker was holding a picture of her. Her family—they thought she was gone! Cece tried calling out to them, but she could only muster “Screeee!”

Walker would’ve gone back inside, but the hawk that had gone berserk above his house was enough to keep him outside. Cece knew that flying was amazing, and that seeing this world in a new way was, too. But she also knew that she would trade it all back for being with her family. She lowered herself to the ground, the thought that she had wings sending shocks of excitement through her veins. She focused on being human. Having legs, arms, hair…

“Oof!” She landed hard, face first onto the grass. Walker gasped, and called her father.

Marley Cane described everything to her. She was a shapeshifter, able to transform back and forth between human and Ferruginous Hawk. The genes came from his line, though Marley hadn’t been able to fly ever since an accident in a lab. But their ancestors had been able. Marley had kept it from Cece this long, only because he thought the accident had wiped away all of the hawk genes in his DNA, and didn’t want to worry his family over nothing.

But now, Cece knew about her shapeshifting abilities, and from then on, she trained hard to become the best that she could. Walker helped her shapeshift while in flight, so she could shapeshift into human form a few stories up, tuck herself in, and land in a soft roll. Since then, she became a better person (well, she still sometimes hurt annoying people, but she was a lot nicer when they weren’t annoying), and also a better animal, too. And she’s been working hard at living ever since.

...connecting human to animal

Physically, she has hawk-like eyes when she is in human form, and the shape of her nose resembles that of a hawk’s beak.

Personality-wise, a better connection can be made. When you hear about a hawk, you usually think of a predator. Hawks are dangerous, especially when hunting their prey. But when you see a hawk, well, you get a totally different idea. Hawks are beautiful creatures, that are thrilling and breathtaking to watch and learn from. That’s the way Candi is. She is beautiful and really exciting to be around when she is breezing through life, but is also dangerous when she’s angry or on the hunt.

...literacy

RP Sample[/i]

Cece tried to ignore her brother as he walked through the room of the small nursery. She turned her attention to Keisha and Aiden, two three-year-olds that were fighting over a toy. Naturally, they both looked at her for a resolvement. The toy was a Barbie doll. Why any boy would want a Barbie was beyond Cece. She shrugged. “Aiden, give the Barbie to Keisha,” she said gently but firmly. Aiden whined. “But I had it first!” Cece raised her eyebrows. “What’s the number one rule here?” When Aiden failed to answer, she raised her voice so the entire room could hear: “Everyone, what’s the number one rule here?” The kids answered in one practiced, synchronized fashion, “CECE IS ALWAYS RIGHT!” Cece grinned. “Now, who are you going to give the Barbie to?” Aiden shrugged. “Keisha?” Keisha smiled, grabbed the Barbie, and scampered off to play.

When all the kids were gone, Cece grabbed her jacket and joined Walker at the door. He wore carelessly ripped jeans, a black T-shirt, and a teasing grin. “You’ve brainwashed the poor kids,” he told her. Cece shrugged. “It’s for their own good, you know.” When it looked like Walker was going to give a sarcastic comment, she cut him off before he could get the first syllable out. “I can’t wait until I get my license in two months. Then I won’t need you to pester me all the time.” Walker smirked. “The whole country can wait, C.” He paused. “Besides, if you want I could let you just walk the entire twenty miles home.” Cece rolled her eyes when she failed to come up with a good argument. Both of them knew that she appreciated everything he did for her deep down. Deep, deep down. Instead, she brought up a suggestion. “You’re eighteen now, so that technically makes you a legal adult. And that technically allows me to use my permit.” Walker pursed his lips. “I’m not exactly comfortable with doing that.” Cece mimicked his actions. “That’s not fair.” She pretended to be subdued.

As they approached the car, Walker brought out his keys to unlock the doors. Before he could have a chance to stop her, she grabbed the keys, jumped into the driver’s seat, and managed to lock the doors behind her. She stuck her tongue out at him. He should’ve seen it coming—he was the one who had trained her to act quickly, after all.

He kept his voice even. “Candi Cane,” he said, using her full name to annoy her, “give me the keys and let me in, or I swear I will never help you with shapeshifting stuff again.” Cece accidentally allowed her satisfied expression to slip. She rolled down the window a tiny crack so he could hear her better. “You wouldn’t.” His eyes signaled pleasure when he saw that she’d gone in for the bait. “Oh, but I will.” Cece bit her lower lip. “Can’t I just drive?” Walker crossed his arms. He knew that arguing with a Cane was hopeless, even if he’d been raised as one. Walker had always been more easygoing than his erratic family. “Fine.”

Cece triumphantly unlocked the doors and revved the engine. Walker fastened his seatbelt and grabbed onto his armrests. She rolled her eyes. “My driving isn’t that scary,” she muttered under her breath. He whined. Walker had never acted this well before. When she looked at him, absolute terror was mirrored in his eyes. He mouthed a prayer. Okay, his acting was starting to improve a lot.

Unless, of course, he wasn’t acting.

Determined to prove him wrong, she shifted the gears into reverse. “Okay. Let’s get home.”
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