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name } Kristi
personal journal } likeabulldozer
other characters currently played } Peter Petrelli, Ruby & Wilson
e-mail } rageiscute@gmail.com
other contact } aim: rageiscute

character name } Carmen Porter
age } 28
species } Human
canon } Supernatural
canon point } The end of 'What is and what should never be'
time & choice } Past she was volunteered
history }

Carmen's page but it sucks so I'm linking you to the episode page here

and I'm going to provide you with a history that's got a lot to do with head canon.

Carmen grew up in Michigan. She's the youngest and only girl in a family of four. She and her older brothers are close. They taught her about cars, classic rock and how to take a guy down without breaking her nails. Her mom was a nurse. She taught her how to cook and gave her an inspiration for her future career. Her dad was a non-entity in her life. She was eighteen and working behind a bar when a sales rep for El Sol beer came in. He saw her, spent most of the night at her bar talking to her and told her she ought to talk to the PR department. She did and spent the next four years as the El Sol Beer Girl. She got to travel a lot and make enough money to pay her way through nursing school. She quit her job as a beer girl at twenty-two, moved to Lawrence, Kansas, started school and worked her ass off to get an RN degree. Sometime in her last year of school she met Dean Winchester. It was love at first sight (of the Impala). No lie, his car was totally the reason she let him go home with her. The sex was the reason she made him breakfast the next day. She saw him a second time in the emergency room and decided he was going to keep hurting himself (because the knife wound in his hand was totally self-inflicted and a reason to see her again) if she didn't let him stick around. It was the act of a selfless saint. Really. They've been together over a year now because she's got a bleeding heart and he's got a great ass.
personality }

Carmen has her shit together in general. She had to. Her mother was a nurse so she and her brothers were left alone for long periods of time. She learned to get her shit together because her brothers were great but they weren't going to be a lot of help on a day to day basis. She's independent and responsible (she goes to work when Dean wants to bow chica bow wow in her episode rather than call in). She's not afraid to take chances. She's sassy, strong and snarks with the best of them. She's also bossy but she prefers to say that she takes control of a situation. She's excellent in crisis (she works in the ER), able to keep a level head even when others are panicking. She doesn't gross out easily and is more than a bit of a tom boy (blame her brothers).

She's very confident in both her choices in life and in herself. She knows she can do anything she wants all on her own. She's not afraid to lean on her looks when she thinks it'll get her what she wants. She tends to be a bit of a flirt, but she enjoys knocking a guy down when he steps up to the plate to flirt with her. She's competitive, often making bets on sports games against Dean or her brothers or the loud mouth at the bar. She's passionate about her life whether it's sports, her job or the people she cares about. She's not afraid to tell someone exactly the way it is and tough love is a valid form of love. She teases, jokes and snarks her way through almost everything. If the situation warrants Carmen being serious then it's very bad. She's patient with people, not so much with machines or situations. People deserve patience, the other two are just irritating. Sometimes she's crude in the way she speaks or acts. She's very sexual and she has a hard time giving any fucks about what people think outside of a small circle.

abilities } Not really anything beyond some skills that most normal people can acquire like medical skills, basic mechanical skill.

appearance } You're welcome
inventory }

Not much, she's being volunteered against her will so she's wearing the clothes on her back. She'll acquire items fairly quickly though.

third person sample }


She doesn’t realize the completely overzealous knocking on the door is what woke her up until she stretches. She jabs the guy next to her with her foot but he only grunts and pulls the pillow over his head.

“Fan-fucking-tastic,” she mutters and she rolls out of bed, grabbing a pair of jeans—his, she discovers when she pulls them on and they hang precariously on the sharp points of her hip bones. She grabs her bra down from the where it’s dangling on the ceiling fan, hooks it behind her back and answers the door.

“Do you have any fucking idea what time it is?” she growls as she jerks open the door then subdues under the glare of two uniformed cops. “…officers.” It’s a bit belated but she figures some acknowledgment is better than none.

One of the cops is staring so hard at her face, she knows he’s trying not to look at her tits. The other one has given up any pretense and is just fish-gaping at her. Any other time, any other profession she’d tell him for ten bucks he can get a picture, an autograph and a kiss. Since part of last night is hazy, she doesn’t think it’s the best response. 

“We’re looking for Rob Karns,” the officer that can actually form words says.

She runs the name over and over in her head. She had thought he’d called himself Rod last night as in Stewart but hey she’d run into him after the fifth Jello shot. “Maybe?” 

She runs her tongue over her teeth, watching them a moment then steps back and lets the door swing open.

“And what’s your name, Ms?” the bold one asked as he stepped over the threshold.

“Carmen Porter and I just met him last night. He’s in the bedroom. Good luck waking him up.”

The fish gaper finally comes to his senses—sort of he’s still got that ridiculous grin—and speaks. “Oh I don’t think that’ll be a problem for us, Ma’am.”

“Right,” Carmen nods as she spies her shirt tossed over the back of the couch. She nabs it and pulls it over her head before she begins the quest for her shoes. One high heel is recovered from the hallway just before they drag half asleep Rob Karns from the bedroom, hands cuffed behind his back, boxer shorts rumpled up almost indecently. 

“What’d he do?” she asks fish-gaper, figuring he’s her best bet on getting answer.

“Broke probation. He’s only been on it a couple of weeks too.”

Carmen rolls her eyes, nabs the other high heel from it’s spot wedged under the couch and slips them both on. “I really gotta get higher standards,” she mutters as she follows the cops outside to watch them shove Rob in the back seat.

“But the low ones are so damn pretty.”