Sawyer Averies

I'm not calling you a liar,
but don't lie to me.
I'm not calling you a thief,
but don't steal from me.
I'm not calling you a ghost,
but stop haunting me.

Ms Sawyer Averies

Julia Stiles as Sawyer Averies

Personal

Alias:	Scoop; Nanners
Age:	30
Features:	Blonde hair, brown eyes
Colony:	Virgon

Professional

Rank:	Ms
Department:	Civilian
Position:	Editor-in-Chief; Command Pet; Chief Attache to the Jelly Bean Jar

Background

Sawyer is the type that always gets her story, even if she has to dig a little deeper then the law or her own morality should allow. No matter what the angle, it should always point to the truth. She's a columnist rather than a television reporter, having become a published writer at the age of twenty six for a magazine called the Acropolis Monthly, a digital and hard copy circulation that is available on all of the Twelve Colonies.

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Not exactly born of privilege, the Averies' still lead a comfortable life. Raised on Virgon, the colony was a playground as long as you put in your forty hours a week. Sawyer's father is a day trader, her mother a housewife who sells cosmetics at chic suburban martini parties. They always had aspirations that their daughter would grow up and find a nice man to marry, or at least go to school and do something worthwhile like being a doctor or a lawyer. Instead, they're little angel started circulate her own photocopied newsletter detailing who in the neighborhood was sneaking around with whom and who was stealing so and so's newspaper every morning. And so a love of journalism was born.

Sawyer eventually went to college for what she loved, earning her bachelors and then masters in investigative journalism. She was hired on by the Acropolis Monthly, a digital and hard print magazine circulation that is Twelve Colonies wide and quickly worked her way up to her own column. Of course, it was through the help of her somewhat questionable morality, wherein she won't stop digging until she has her story. Her means, of course, also toed the line of legality. Breaking and entering and a little computer know-how helped her get information along the way that she really should never have been privy to. But what Sawyer hasn't learned is that, sometimes, there is no story.

Her investigative work got sloppy the more emotionally tied to the situation she became, and soon she was working off conjecture and assumptions rather then facts. She began stringing together conspiracy rather then true news stories so her editor and chief called her into his office one day and took her off criminal stories all together. Now she's beginning a new assignment, stuck with covering this silly little War games series and thus she's been shipped off to the Cerberus in a last ditch effort to keep her media credentials.

Immediate Family

Work Experience

Physical Features

A neat clip of blonde hair is parted off center and layered delicately to hang at the soft line of Sawyer's jaw. She has broad features and large eyes, accentuated by the careful application of subtle make-up that brings out the richness of her brown eyes and the minor pout of her full lips. There's a sharpness in her expression, like she's taking in ever minor detail and mentally recording it for use sometime later. Her form is athletic and full, not waif thin or modelesque, but it's clear she takes pride in her appearance.

She's dressed professionally in a white blouse, the top few of a series of pearl buttons undone at the throat. Silk pinstripe charcoal grey pants are high-waisted, accentuated by a pair of black suspenders instead of a belt. A lanyard printed with the fleet logo hangs around her neck, plastic sleeves housing her media credentials and security clearance badges for identification that mark her clearly as a Civilian.

On the Grid

Persons of Interest (Known Associates)

The Present

	Captain Cora Nikephoros	I vaguely remember picking her up on Leonis. Vague only because Tisiphone and I were drunk and driving a stolen vehicle at the time. Ah, good times. Later, I had the fortune of being assigned to her to sniff out if she was a cylon agent. Fat lot of good that would have done, as she was quickly assigned as a counterintelligence officer before the dust from Leonis could even settle. She quickly learned I don't exactly play nice with others, but some how we've forged an odd friendship out of this adversity. I still think she's too straight laced, she probably still thinks I'm a loose canon, some how we make it work without killing each other. So far, anyways.
	Sergeant Elfkins Constin	Loathe this man. Too wrapped up in the military protocol to be of any use to me. That's the last time I get his back in a fight, and to think I actually felt some sort of odd kinship to the bastard. Any twinge of sympathy I felt for the man over the loss of his wife, has gone right out the airlock. The man probably sleeps with his Colonial Code of Military Justice. I hope it keeps him warm.
	Major Cidra Hahn	I asked her once for an interview, and she strapped my ass in a Raptor and took me for a little maneuvering. Maybe seeming how I didn't lose my cookies, I earned a little bit of her respect. Over time, I dare say our working relationship has turned into rather nice friendship. If I ever needed something, she'd be the first I go to. Not that I'll admit to needing anything.
	Captain Kal Trask	Sawyer Averies has changed her relationship status to 'It's Complicated'. 5 minutes ago via Wireless * Like * Comment
	Lance Corporal Daniel Kincaid	Once upon a time he was a newsie, and now he's taken up the mantle as an MP. Despite my constant attempts to steal him away from the military he is the yin to my yang as my 'inside' man in the marines. It's the sweetest of friendships.
	Allan Rejn	Guidance Counselor. Mentor. Father Figure. And then he somehow became the drunken uncle that embarrasses you at family reunions. Once he believed in me, pushed me to be a greater writer, a journalist more true to myself and the public. But now if he doesn't believe in anything but the bottle, all that means exactly shit.
	Lieutenant JG Wade Duncan	We're tied together by some sort of 'vision'. There has to be some reason why we were chosen to have this weird dream, I just hope it's not the reason Andrea suggests. He seems reasonable and agreeable sort, both of which I can use right now. Poor sod, now he's stuck with me.
	Lieutenant Andrea Demarcos	I had a dream with her in it, but a dream ceases to be a dream when someone else shares it. The religious term is called a 'vision', but she and I seem to be having a hard time grasping the reality of it. Worse, she's only feeding my paranoia about it all. She makes me jumpy, and with good reason.
	Crewman Sofia Wolfe	I'm half convinced she's one sandwich short of a picnic, not the brightest crayon in the box, you know? No way someone can be /that/ cheerful all the time, even when they're miserable. Tragically optimistic, she's a good source in the end, especially when I convince her she's doing the right thing by feeding me info. Oddly enough, I have this strange protective nature of her. Maybe even more so now that she was in my 'dream'.
	Lieutenant Evandreus "Bunny" Doe	You ever zip a child into a snow suit and then tell them they don't have to go to the bathroom? Suddenly all that five year old can think about is how bad they have to pee. That's precisely what happened when I was locked and loaded in a flight suit and this guy leans over to say something about itching. I've never needed to scratch so much in my life. That mild mannered practical joke was my first impression of Bunny, and I dare say he's been most amusing to be around since. He's even sort of adopted me. A friend.

The Past

Just because people pass out of our lives, doesn't mean they didn't leave an impact. Gone, but not forgotten. And gone doesn't necessarily mean dead.

	Lance Corporal Cadmus Maragos	Good Housekeeping. I probably could have come up with a better (and shorter) nickname for him, but that's what he was reading at the time we met. Blame it on the magazine, he should have been reading old issues of mine, dammit. But we shared a laugh in a world where there's little to laugh at anymore. So now he's Good Housekeeping.
	Lieutenant (JG) Stephen Kulko	Really, I just met the fellow. Long enough to know he's been tasked by Tillman to watch over my ass only to be split up on different teams. I hope I survive Leonis, if only so this guy doesn't get reamed by the XO for losing me. He also gave me a crash course in rifles. I hope it was enough.
	Major Clive Tillman	Everything you can expect out of a higher ranking officer. How many ways can he respectfully decline comment, while also claiming he knows nothing? In a surprising turn of events, he's offered me access to /everything/. AARS, surveillance footage, wireless transcripts of Warday…everything. He's either entirely too trusting or a fool. The verdict lies in what I decide to do with this new cache of information. If it doesn't drive me insane first.
	Rear Admiral Michael Abbot	Once upon a time we could have been friends, hell, maybe even more. Sharp minds and quick wits and similar tastes and all. At one point he had the balls to upgrade me to a bona fide War Correspondent. While I was gone, however, he had the audacity to get mutinied. He's faced trial for being an enemy agent. A cylon. Although I visited him often, I'm not sure I could have ever gotten to the truth. His death weighs the heaviest on my soul.
	Lieutenant Jesse Stavrian	I'm pretty sure he hates me. Probably something to do with sharking him while he was at work. Confidential patient records. Pah. Still, I hope the bloke gets better. Gods speed!
	Lieutenant (JG) Tisiphone Apostolos	We seem to dislike and yet respect each other simultaneously. At least, from a distance. But I think 'respect' is pretty thin, as I mainly respect her because she looks like she can kick my ass and she only gives me the same courtesy because she has to. She's stuck with me until the CAG says otherwise. We also seem to be tangled in this same hallucination. She says there are others, but after talking to her,I'm not brave enough to confront them. Oh yeah, and I like her hair. Har har. After being stuck down on Leonis with her I can almost call her…a friend? Just not to her face. She even let me hold her gun once. December 4, 2041 - A nut I never got to crack. Rest in peace, my friend.
	Captain Ibrahim "Shiv" Sitka	Something about this man gets under my skin. I don't know much about the Captain yet, besides he seems to be a quiet kind of rebel. There are so many leads I want to follow with this one, from the significance of his tattoos to how he earned his callsign. He's going to be a hard nut to crack and I have to tread lightly. I wanted to find out the truth, but I bet he told some beautiful lies. Time is a fickle fiend. Rest in peace, my friend.
	Santiago Blue	Previous partner in Crime but when I got stuck on Leonis, she and I drifted apart. She's still around somewhere, but our aspirations no longer coincide. Hence the past tenseness.
	Senior Chief PO Robin Merrell	Religious sort. I can use that to open some doors to an otherwise closed Engineering department. Maybe she needs a friend. Coudn't hurt to play pretend. She died in an accident, now I'm experiencing close encounters of the Robin kind. It's getting harder and harder to pretend they're just dreams. I think I really am going insane.
	'Ensign' Alexander Aurelia	Of all the people to run onto on a Battlestar, I never expected it to be Alexander Aurelia. Any woman who hasn't seen his movies and gotten gooey apparently doesn't have a uterus. Now he's on board, as a Good Will Ambassador for QUODEL while he studies for his next role. One of those eccentric thespians who believes in 'method acting', I think the silly man has actually gotten himself recruited. I think the holocaust hit him hard. I don't seem to run across him anymore.

The Future

The distinction between the past, present and future is only a stubbornly persistent illusion. — Albert Einstein

Trivia

• Hates conversations that start with, "Off the record…"
• Doesn't know the meaning of, "It's none of your business."
• Tends to fidget when nervous.
• Reformed reformed smoker.
• Always cries at weddings, hence the avoiding of weddings.
• Still maintains her bunk in Airwing's Berthing (poor Fairies) but is rumored to sleep on a hammock in the News Room.

Quotes

"Sometimes you have to lie, to get to the truth."

"Quickest way to find the needle? Burn the haystack."

<OOC> Tillman says, "lol LACKING SCRUPLES!"
<OOC> Sawyer says, "I have scruples! I just left them in my other pants."
<OOC> Tillman says, "haha They clash with the press credentials? ;)"

Soundtracks

Peter Gabriel The Book of Love

[+] Lyrics The book of love is long and boring No one can lift the damn thing It's full of charts and facts and figures and instructions for dancing But I I love it when you read to me And you You can read me anything The book of love has music in it In fact that's where music comes from Some of it is just transcendental Some of it is just really dumb But I I love it when you sing to me And you You can sing me anything The book of love is long and boring And written very long ago It's full of flowers and heart-shaped boxes And things we're all too young to know But I I love it when you give me things And you You ought to give me wedding rings And I I love it when you give me things And you You ought to give me wedding rings And I I love it when you give me things And you You ought to give me wedding rings You ought to give me wedding rings

Mumford & Sons Little Lion Man

[+] Lyrics Weep for yourself, my man, You'll never be what is in your heart Weep Little Lion Man, You're not as brave as you were at the start Rate yourself and rake yourself, Take all the courage you have left Wasted on fixing all the problems That you made in your own head But it was not your fault but mine And it was your heart on the line I really fucked it up this time Didn't I, my dear? Didn't I, my… Tremble for yourself, my man, You know that you have seen this all before Tremble Little Lion Man, You'll never settle any of your scores Your grace is wasted in your face, Your boldness stands alone among the wreck Now learn from your mother or else spend your days Biting your own neck But it was not your fault but mine And it was your heart on the line I really fucked it up this time Didn't I, my dear? Didn't I, my dear? Ahhhhh…… But it was not your fault but mine And it was your heart on the line I really fucked it up this time Didn't I, my dear? Didn't I, my dear?

The Racounteurs You Don't Understand Me

[+] Lyrics You don't understand me But if the feeling was right You might comprehend me And why do you feel the need to tease me Why don't you turn it around It might be easier to please me And there's always another point of view A better way to do the things we do And how can you know me And I know you. If nothing is true What do you think that you are doing But who is the fool, the fool or the fool that you are fooling. And maybe I just don't see the reason But in the corner of my heart your ignorance is treason And there's always another point of view A better way to do the things we do And how can you know me And I know you. If nothing is true You think you know how I feel Its not that big of a deal There's no such thing its not real Oh-Oh You don't understand me But if the feeling was right You might comprehend me And I don't claim to understand you But I've been looking around And I haven't found, anybody like you And there's always another point of view A better way to do the things we do And how can you know me And I know you If nothing is true

Christina Perri Jar of Hearts

[+] Lyrics I know I can't take one more step towards you Cause all that's waiting is regret And don't you know I'm not your ghost anymore You lost the love I loved the most I learned to live half alive And now you want me one more time And who do you think you are Running 'round leaving scars Collecting your jar of hearts And tearing love apart You're gonna catch a cold From the ice inside your soul So don't come back for me Who do you think you are I hear you're asking all around If I am anywhere to be found But I have grown too strong To ever fall back in your arms And learn to live half alive And now you want me one more time And who do you think you are Running 'round leaving scars Collecting your jar of hearts And tearing love apart You're gonna catch a cold From the ice inside your soul So don't come back for me Who do you think you are Dear, it took so long just to feel alright Remember how to put back the light in my eyes I wish I had missed the first time that we kissed Cause you broke all your promises And now you're back You don't get to get me back And who do you think you are Running 'round leaving scars Collecting your jar of hearts And tearing love apart You're gonna catch a cold From the ice inside your soul So don't come back for me Don't come back at all And who do you think you are Running 'round leaving scars Collecting your jar of hearts And tearing love apart You're gonna catch a cold From the ice inside your soul Don't come back for me Don't come back at all Who do you think you are? Who do you think you are? Who do you think you are?

Fiona Apple Why Try To Change Me Now

[+] Lyrics I'm sentimental So I walk in the rain I've got some habits Even I can't explain Go to the corner I end up in Spain Why try to change me now I sit and daydream I've got daydreams galore Cigarette ashes There they go on the floor Go away weekends Leave my keys in the door Why try to change me now Why can't I be more conventional People talk People stare So I try But can't be Cuz I can't see My strange little world Just go passing me by So let people wonder Let 'em laugh Let 'em frown You know I'll love you Till the moon's upside down Don't you remember I was always your clown Why try to change me now Don't you remember I was always your clown Why try to change me Why try to change me now

Lissie (cover) Bad Romance

[+] Lyrics Oh-oh-oh-oh-oooh! Oh-oh-oooh-oh-oh! Caught in a bad romance Oh-oh-oh-oh-oooh! Oh-oh-oooh-oh-oh! Caught in a bad romance Rah-rah-ah-ah-ah! Roma-Roma-ma-ah! Ga-ga-ooh-la-la! Want your bad romance Rah-rah-ah-ah-ah! Roma-Roma-ma-ah! Ga-ga-ooh-la-la! Want your bad romance I want your ugly I want your disease I want your everything As long as it’s free I want your love Love-love-love I want your love I want your drama The touch of your hand I want you leather studded kiss in the scene And I want your love Love-love-love I want your love Love-love-love I want your love You know that I want you And you know that I need you I want a bad,your bad romance I want your loving And I want your revenge You and me could write a bad romance I want your loving All your love is revenge You and me could write a bad romance Oh-oh-oh-oh-oooh! Oh-oh-oooh-oh-oh! Caught in a bad romance Oh-oh-oh-oh-oooh! Oh-oh-oooh-oh-oh! Caught in a bad romance Rah-rah-ah-ah-ah! Roma-Roma-ma-ah! Ga-ga-ooh-la-la! Want your bad romance I want your horror I want your design ‘Cause you’re a criminal As long as your mine I want your love Love-love-love I want your love I want your psycho Your vertical stick Want you in my room When your baby is sick I want your love Love-love-love I want your love Love-love-love I want your love You know that I want you And you know that I need you I want a bad,your bad romance I want your loving And I want your revenge You and me could write a bad romance I want your loving All your love is revenge You and me could write a bad romance Oh-oh-oh-oh-oooh! Oh-oh-oooh-oh-oh! Caught in a bad romance Oh-oh-oh-oh-oooh! Oh-oh-oooh-oh-oh! Caught in a bad romance Rah-rah-ah-ah-ah! Roma-Roma-ma-ah! Ga-ga-ooh-la-la! Want your bad romance Rah-rah-ah-ah-ah! Roma-Roma-ma-ah! Ga-ga-ooh-la-la! Want your bad romance Walk walk fashion baby Work it Move that bitch crazy Walk walk fashion baby Work it Move that bitch crazy Walk walk fashion baby Work it Move that bitch crazy Walk walk fashion baby Work it Imma Freak bitch baby I want your love And I want your revenge I want your love I don’t wanna be friends Oh-oh-oh-oh-oooh! Oh-oh-oooh-oh-oh! Caught in a bad romance Oh-oh-oh-oh-oooh! Oh-oh-oooh-oh-oh! Caught in a bad romance I want your loving And I want your revenge You and me could write a bad romance I want your loving and all your love is revenge You and me could write a bad romance Oh-oh-oh-oh-oooh! Oh-oh-oooh-oh-oh! Caught in a bad romance Oh-oh-oh-oh-oooh! Oh-oh-oooh-oh-oh! Caught in a bad romance Rah-rah-ah-ah-ah! Roma-Roma-ma-ah! Ga-ga-ooh-la-la! Want your bad romance

My Life With the Thrill Kill Kult Dirty Little Secrets

[+] Lyrics So you wanna do something that's a little bit not too afro-centric-erotic-space-groove-jazz-funk-acid-punk? Come on, what do you want? Come on, baby. It's all about power, baby. You know what I'm saying? It's all about sleep walking through this endless night. You want me to make you feel like you ain't never felt before, baby? Tell me all your Dirty Little Secrets, Dirty Little Secrets. I'm coming up to you like some kinda White Witch in a fever, baby. Oh yeah. Don't tell me to control myself. I mean, you don't want me to control myself, do you? Tell me all your Dirty Little Secrets, Dirty Little Secrets. I just want you to slip your tongue up a little closer and relate to me, baby. You know what I'm saying? Tell me all your…

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