Shelby Weir

Name: Shelby Weir
Nicknames: None
Gender: Female
Age/DOB: 30/August 9, 1983
Occupation: Mechanic and Auto Body Specialist
Member Group: Psychic?
Playby: Clea Duvall




Likes: cars, beer, drawing, nature
Dislikes: dancing, karaoke, nightclubs, bullies
Dreams: to eventually own her own garage, to collect classic cars
Strengths/Special Abilities: Shelby has the ability to gain information by psychically reading things she touches. It's mostly turned "off" as she prefers to block out unwanted information, and she can't control what information she does or doesn't get. She's very good with cars, particularly working with the body and painting them, but she's good with fixing them all around. She's a skilled fortune teller and sometimes palm reads or does Tarot readings on the side. Although she's not magically gifted, Shelby is not unfamiliar with witchcraft. 
Weaknesses: Shelby has a limited knowledge of the supernatural and she's not a fighter. She'd rather talk things out than engage in combat. She's a bit guarded emotionally, which can make it difficult to get to know her. 
Personality (At least 2 paragraphs):

Shelby is a pretty introverted person, but this shouldn’t be mistaken for anti-social behavior. She can be withdrawn and quiet, but that’s usually because she doesn’t have much to say or because she’s observing the people around her trying to figure them out. Once you get her talking Shelby’s pretty friendly. She’s not overly talkative, but she’s a great listener and she’s always willing to offer help or advice when it’s needed.

Shelby’s pretty tight-lipped about her abilities. She has basic spell casting and potion making skills as well as the ability to get a read off of things she touches. Because of this ability, she’s not big on touching. Hugs are often unwelcome and even handshakes make her nervous. If she’s prepared for it she can block out whatever energy’s about to assault her, but if you catch her by surprise with physical contact she won’t be happy about it.

Because she tends to be quiet and is kind of put off by physicality, Shelby can be a bit distant and hard to get to know. This is because once people find out she probably knows more about them than they do they’re not always thrilled about it. So, she keeps her knowledge to herself. Shelby always knows more than she seems to, but she can keep a secret better than most people. She sees the readings she gets from people as confidential and, unless it’s a matter of life and death, she will rarely reveal what she knows about others.

If you get to know Shelby and you’re not bothered by the fact that she may unintentionally invade your privacy sometimes, she can be a great friend and confidant.





Parents: Grace Weir, Patrick Weir
Siblings: None
Important others: Tobi (ex-boyfriend)




History (at least 2-3 good paragraphs):

Shelby was born in Battle Ground, Washington to Grace and Patrick Weir. Patrick was a diesel mechanic and Shelby spent a lot of time with him, learning to take things apart and put them back together again. Grace worked from home. When Shelby was little all she knew was that people came to see her mother and went up into the attic for long periods of time. When she started asking questions Grace told her she gave people advice and helped them with their problems. For a while, this was an acceptable answer.

In school, Shelby got along better with the boys. She liked to play in the dirt and throw a ball around at recess and conversations about barbies and baby dolls didn’t interest her much. She was always a quiet, reserved kid who kept her head down and did her work. She didn’t like getting called on in class or being the center of attention, but she was a good student aside from her general lack of participation.

When Shelby hit puberty, odd things began to happen. She’d see flashes of images or scenes playing out in her mind seemingly at random. Some of these occurrences would freak her out or scare her, causing alarm to those around her, who had no idea what she was upset about. After a few conversations with counselors and doctors, Grace told Shelby that she had a gift, something to be proud of, not embarrassed about. It was then that Shelby learned she was a psychic, and that her mother was a witch. Grace had what she called the gift of Sight – the ability to see the unseen. Shelby’s own ability was tied to touch and not nearly as precise as Grace’s. No matter how hard she tried or how diligently she practiced, Shelby could never get full control of her gift. When she touched an object she never knew whether or not she’d get a read, she couldn’t dictate whether she’d see something from the past, present, or future, or something seemingly random and nonsensical. As a result of her ability, Shelby developed a slight aversion to people. Not wanting to be assaulted by random bits of unwanted information, Shelby became more introverted as she grew into young adulthood.

After graduating high school, Shelby spent a few years burning through part-time jobs: coffee barista, grocery store cashier, video rental cashier, movie theater ticket taker, pizza delivery driver. In her down time she read, sketched, or tinkered in her dad’s garage, mostly building things with scrap wood: bird houses, shelves, etc. When their schedules aligned, Shelby helped her father work on cars. He showed her how to handle them. When her father and uncle opened their own garage, it was only natural for Shelby to start working there. She did secretarial and organizational work at first: answering phones, inventory, cleaning, some accounting. Eventually she became a licensed mechanic specializing in auto body work. She started dating a mechanic who worked at the shop. His name was Tobi. For four years, she worked at the garage and spent her down time with Tobi. He had an inkling that Shelby was strange, intuitive maybe, but he didn’t think much of it.

One night while doing laundry, Shelby dug a lighter out of Tobi’s pocket and got a vision of a horrid car crash. Fearing for Tobi’s safety, Shelby pleaded with him not travel for the next few days. He was, understandably, quite baffled. Her insistence led to an argument, and Shelby ended up telling Tobi about her abilities and those of her mother. At first Tobi didn’t believe her. The car accident he found himself involved in a few days later changed his mind. He recovered from his injuries, but their relationship suffered. Tobi didn’t like the fact that Shelby had kept her abilities a secret from him for so long. Meanwhile Shelby didn’t like the fact that Tobi had thought she was crazy until one of her “predictions” came true. They ended their relationship. Working together became awkward. When Shelby’s uncle finished restoring a car that needed to be driven to Texas, Shelby quickly volunteered for the job, seeing an opportunity to get some distance from Tobi.

Shelby took her time arriving at her destination, the car’s owner preferring she get the vehicle home in one piece than getting it there quickly. When Shelby finally arrived, she found she wasn’t ready to go home yet. She rented a room out of a motel in San Antonio and decided to stick around until she felt ready to move on. At the moment, her permanent residence is Battleground, Washington, half her stuff’s in San Antonio, and she spends most of her time scouring junk yards for spare parts and looking for a vehicle to fix up to keep herself busy.



Name: I go by many names. I guess Shelby's fine.
RP experience: 5 years
Other Characters: None
RP Sample: (we require 250 words or more, so please give us a good sample)

The diner was too crowded for Shelby’s liking, not abnormal for this time of day, she decided. She’d become a night owl since leaving home and she’d forgotten eight A.M. on a week day was a busy time for most people. Shelby stood a few steps in front of the doorway, behind an old couple chit-chatting while waiting to be seated. Shelby tucked her hair behind her ears, noting it felt a little greasy. She’d fallen asleep without a shower the night before and now she felt disgusting. Even with the air conditioning in the diner, the heat from the dry air outside still seemed to cling to her.

A bell jingled as the door behind Shelby opened and three children piled in behind her, their parents lingering in the doorway. Shelby inched forward to make room, stopping just shy of the old couple.

“Mommy, mommy! Pancakes!”

One of the children tugged on his mother’s hand. It was a little boy wearing pajama bottoms and a Spider-man tee shirt. He couldn’t have been more than three or four. His brother stood quietly beside him. The two boys looked exactly alike, Shelby realized. A little girl with long blond hair clung to her father’s leg. She was still in diapers and had a pacifier in her mouth. She’d probably just started walking.

Shelby was alarmed by the pang of envy she felt at the sight of this family. A tired but smiling couple, younger than she was if she had to guess, though not by much. Already, they’d started a family, settled into some sort of life. And here she was, having left her family behind and missed her chance at a happy relationship.

Something bumped Shelby’s leg. The image of a Spider-man action figure trapped between two couch cushions flashed through her mind. And then it was gone.

“Evan! Be careful.”

Shelby glanced up at the woman in the doorway, who was frowning at the rumpled looking boy.

“What do you say?” his father chimed in.

The boy looked from his parents to Shelby with wide eyes. His brother elbowed him in the side.

“You’re a’pposed to say sorry.”

Shelby almost said something – don’t worry about it, something to that effect – but she forced herself not to. It wasn’t her place to undermine this kid’s parents when they were trying to teach him not to be rude. The boy – Evan – looked down at the floor, scuffing his foot against the tile.

“Sorry,” he murmured.

“It’s okay.”

Shelby smiled, meeting his mother’s apologetic gaze.

“Sorry,” the woman echoed. “He gets a little wound up when he’s excited.”

Shelby shook her head.

“Don’t worry about it,” she said.

The hostess came over to escort the old couple to a table and Shelby was relieved, moving up a few steps to give herself some space.