Post by katherine on Jan 10, 2014 16:12:24 GMT -5
CARTER, KATHERINE AMELIA
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Ticket purchased for KATHERINE AMELIA CARTER, at the age of TWENTY THREE.
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CHARACTER VISION:I love the complexity of this character. On the surface she seems to be a quiet, introverted young lady who adores rummaging through the depths of history. Taking history as her major seems to suggest to the world that Katherine plans to be an academic, caught up in reals of old manuscripts. Very little is written about her personality in the canon list, so my interpretation of her is that on the surface she appears kind and demure, albeit a little socially awkward and standoffish. She uses her academic nature to throw off any suspicion of her being more than that. However, even on that front, Katherine seems rather complicated and introverted to the outside world. She is often caught in thought as she pours over her work. She uses her knowledge as an initial buffer against people. After all, who suspects the history major from Yale of darker dealings? Katherine often keeps her personal life a secret from the rest of the group. While others survivors may ask her about her family or other areas of her life, she will just smile, give a short answer and change the topic. Katherine is a mystery.
Beneath that, Katherine is more complicated. I would like to explore why she chose to be an assassin for the CIA in my coming posts with her. Considering this, I would imagine that Katherine has lost her respect for life. I would say not only for the life of others but also of her own. Somewhere, this brilliant woman, lost touch with her humanity. Katherine is jaded. She has little hope for much and lives within the realm of her assignments. She is Katherine Carter, the CIA agent. She does not envisage herself as more than that.
In terms of group dynamics, Katherine would be a hands on person and take an active role in all of the activities among the group. She is a survivor, and the only way that she can survive on this island is to work with those around her. Katherine is not openly hostile. She is a professional and is characterised by a calmness and clarity of mind. She does not make rash decisions and she does not make mistakes. She is willing to play the slow game when it comes to assassinating Dorian. The best way is to get close. Katherine also would take an active role in the decisions done on the island. She would offer it modestly, with a tone of rationality. There is little room for emotion in Katherine’s life. Emotion causes mistakes. Katherine also does not make friends or enemies. Her job is not to love people or to hate people. Her job is to follow orders and dispose of people. She does not allow herself to become emotionally involved.
However, Dorian gets under her skin as the time on the island increases. This complicates her mission. Through this exposure to him, she finally asks the question: why does the CIA want him dead? For all her previous assignments she does not care for the answer. She is an operative. It is not her job to know. I think she would attempt to delve deeper into Dorian’s character as she searches for the answer. In becoming close to him she realises that the job is not enough of a reason to kill him. Perhaps she hopes that if Dorian is a ‘bad’ man, she would be able to discard her friendship and justify killing him. She is torn between her own feelings and her job. She feels as though she is nothing without her position in the CIA. Her relationship with Dorian would be complicated. At times she would show her vulnerable, true self and at other times, in an act of self-preservation, she would push him away.
'WHO'S WHO?' BLURB:Meet Katherine Carter, the dangerous girl. At a first glance, Katherine, a Yale history major, appears rational, demure and gently confident. Beneath that, Katherine is far more complicated. She is a CIA assassin charged with the mission to kill Dorian St. Pierre. Katherine leaves little room in her life for emotion for herself and for others. Katherine is very guarded about her personal life for two reasons – she does not wish to raise suspicion about her true intentions on the island, nor does she want to recognise her past. Katherine has more to her than just being a CIA assassin. Her life story has woven a pattern that has guided her to a place where she has a disregard for human life, a detachment from herself and exceptional ability to follow orders.
WRITTEN AUDITION:The flight thus far had been uneventful. Katherine shifted her weight, attempting to displace the discomfort she felt in her body. Her legs cramped uncomfortably, beseeching her to stretch. Katherine allowed her head to loll to one side as she attempted to escape her discomfort through restless sleep. Panic surged up as she felt the impingements of her confinement. A forced breath quelled it. The flight had been arduous. The plane shuddered. Katherine’s eyes quickly glanced out the window that was on her right. A slight crease of concern lined her brow. She quickly pinned it down to nothing to dwell on. However, the plane lurched and she felt it losing altitude. Her initial reaction of fear was quickly discarded. She folded herself into the safety position. The screams started with only one person. Like lambs to the slaughter, the rest of the passengers echoed. Katherine remained silent, braced against her knees. Her breathing was short and shallow and her eyes tightly shut. Fear could not hold her more than any dream. Fear flailed futilely against such a destructive force. So Katherine silenced her fear. If she was to die, she would do it with dignity. Her stomach churned uncomfortably as the plane lost its place in the sky. It was rumoured that a person’s life flashed before their eyes as they died. Katherine only held onto an image of a swing in an old oak tree and the tangible feeling of the only place she had ever seen as home.
As the plane met the ground, obsidian smoke overtook her consciousness. Devoid of pain, her body went limp. Her hands released her knees and she flopped lifelessly. But she wasn’t dead – she roused moments later, her lungs filled with smoke. Coughing violently, her hands automatically reached for the seat buckle and she stumbled through the remaining wreck, over dead and dying bodies, to an opening to the outside world where the plan was ripped apart. Her ears hummed from the sound of the crash. Disorientated, she stumbled out of the plane. Water, reflecting the crimson flames, lapped at her feet. The sweet smell of the island gave way to the smell of carnage and smoke.
Voices rose under the blanket of smoke before the burning wreckage. The island convulsed under the bleeding plane. The twisted mental of the black bird revealed itself as a harbinger. The dead lay scattered around the corpse of the plane. Katherine swayed on the spot, licks of pain stretching down her left side. A shard of the plane stuck out her thigh and burns, intermittently, cover her body. She grimaced as the pain made its way into her full awareness. The flames crept across the wreckage, sending plumes out heat into the air. The sky hung heavily, its blue marred by the encroaching black smoke. Katherine allowed her body to give in and lay in the waves, her consciousness only noting the gentle caress of the ebbing water. She forced herself not to give in to the swirling darkness that threatened to take hold. Her mind was crowded with memories; memories of things that she had long since forgotten to dwell on. Silent, involuntary tears seeped down Katherine’s porcelain face, recognising the fear and trauma of the crash that she so violently fought against. Katherine Carter was invincible, her mind echoed feebly, seeking out the mantra that had woven itself into her life. Katherine Carter was invincible to emotion; to people.
Moments seemed to meld into each other and Katherine had no knowledge about how much time had passed since she had given herself to the water. She sat up, groggy from pain. The horrendous ringing in her ears had dissipated. She smiled wryly to herself. Perhaps the plane had done her job for her. The thought appealed to her sardonic humour. She struggled to her feet, ignoring as best she could, the pain that jolted down her leg. The young woman struggled through the debris and bodies to find anyone else that had survived the crash. Emerging from the plane was the figure of Dorian St. Pierre. Too tired to feel disappointed, she made her way unsteadily towards him and the blonde next to him that had survived the crash. She allowed her ebony to assess the scene that unfolded before them.
A scene from Lord of the Flies seemed to echo around her. Stranded university students on an uninhabited island. The laws of civilisation would fall away. Oh, Katherine would not weep for the fall of innocence; she would not weep for the darkness of man’s heart. The beasts that haunted this island had just arrived, imbedded deeply within each of these individuals.
Let’s kill Piggy, she thought as she watched Dorian a moment longer. In the chaos of the island, all things could happen and Katherine only needed to wait for the perfect opportunity. So she went over and collapsed into a sitting position near Dorian.
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