Post by Dr. Lionel Randall on May 24, 2011 19:24:06 GMT -5
••LIONEL RANDALL, JUNIOR
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••THE BASICS
NAME.Lionel Randall, Junior[/size]
GENDER. male[/size]
AGE. 29[/size]
NATIONALITY. Australian[/size]
PLAY BY. Arthur Darvill[/size]
SEXUAL ORIENTATION. straight[/size]
POSITION. school nurse // substitute teacher[/size]
••LET'S GET TO KNOW YOU BETTER
APEARANCE.
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Lionel is, in a word, bland. The most prominent feature of his face is his nose, which although large, isn't really obscenely big enough to merit the title. He has blue eyes that are not particularly shiny or bright, and a strongly set jaw. Put this together with his thin eyebrows and his shortly cut light brown hair and you have a normal face, easy on the eyes.His body is slender, not well-muscled, but not flabby, either. Lanky arms and long legs occasionally give me the appearance of a beanpole, but this comparison hasn't been made too much since high school.
He wears lab coats most of the time- in addition to finding them oddly comforting to have on over his turtleneck sweaters and polo shirts, they allow him to pretend that he is actually doing his research all the time, instead on solely on the weekends when he is given access to the labs. Pants consist of whatever is close at hand, slacks or jeans or sweats or shorts or cargoes- anything goes. Same for shoes. On some days this makes him look sophisticated, on others, less so.
Since his mother's death, he has worn a silver locket under his clothes every waking moment, with a picture of him and her in it.
PERSONALITY.
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Lionel has a mild case of mad scientist syndrome.
Of course, there are other, better ways to describe the Aussie's personality, but the phrase sums him up quite well. Outside the lab, he is rather introverted and socially awkward, but not so much that he is incapable of having a conversation with another human being. Whether he enjoys it, however, is another matter, and one that he will keep to himself, thank you very much. He stutters on occasion, when he doesn't really want to answer. Or if he's around Alexandra. That's different, though.
Inside the lab, however, he flips inside out. Easily pleased and aggravated, becoming excited over the smallest thing, and shouting in frustration are some of the things you might see Lionel do when he's in full research mode. Really, he acts like a kid in a candy store. His speech is different here, more confident, subconsciously saying to his listener 'This is my turf- aren't I good at it?'
When he's teaching he's somewhere in the middle, depending on the subject. In the infirmary, he's kind, soft-spoken, singe minded on the task at hand.
HISTORY.
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Lionel was born in Sydney, New South Wales, Australia, to Chloe Wilson Randall and Lionel Randall Senior, both marine biologists studying the genetics of coral in the Great Barrier Reef. Chloe left the lab to care for her son only through infancy- once Lionel was walking and talking ( age 2 years and 4 months) she hired a live-in nanny from Laos to care for him, and headed back to the lab. Lionel grew up relatively freely, spending his elementary school days in the heart of the city, playing football (proper football, not that American stuff) in the street and loitering on street corners.
Then the accident happened.
In the laboratory they had been testing some new concentration of some sort of acid or what have you- nobody ever told Lionel the details, not even when he had the knowledge to understand- and things exploded. He remembers is the panic, the rush to pull him out of his year 6 science class and the agonizing ride to the hospital with his father and his coworkers, everybody silent and him without the nerve to ask what was going on.
His mother was hooked to an IV when they got to the hospital, bandages twisting around her body. The doctor's murmured words reached his ear- Little chance she'll make it, might be in a coma for a few years if she's lucky. Lionel quietly went over to the bed and hugged his comatose mother as best he could.
The results were immediate. Chloe Wilson Randall woke up. The medical staff was amazed- not only were all of her vital signs suddenly fine, the wounds had all healed. They kept her there for several more days, then sent her home.
Soon, Lionel's parents were asking about what he had done. All he could say was I don't know, I don't know, I don't know. Eventually, they concluded that the boy had some sort of supernatural ability- 'not supernatural,' his father would say, 'simply unexplained.' They warned him not to tell anyone about his ability, keeping it a family secret. Still, his teachers couldn't help but noticing that the Randall boy never got the flu or a cold, never a headache and never complained of bruising after P.E.
In in middle of Year 8, the Randalls found out about a small private school in the States tailored to the needs of the 'gifted'. After a few long distance phone calls, it was determined that yes, Alexandria Academy was where Lionel needed to be.
He spent four blessed years there, making friends, honing his talents, and enjoying a beautiful science curriculum that allowed him to continue biology all four years. In his junior year, as he learned the Americans called it, he noticed a little red-haired freshman girl and fell head over heels in love.
Even though they were in the same school for two years, Lionel never got close enough- he tutored her in biology and math, yes, but Alexandra never thought of it more than basic tutoring, and besides, she had a boyfriend. Lionel gritted his teeth and carried on. He graduated and went on to college, leaving the love of his life behind. He got his degrees quickly, achieving a doctoral degree in biological sciences in seven years and got his teaching certification on the side. He applied for a job back at Alexandria when he was through, hoping to be a biology professor and be able to conduct research in the labs after hours. However, the headmaster remembered his ability and assigned him instead as the school nurse. He protested, and was also signed on as a substitute teacher. He was frustrated, but when he found out that Alexandra was also teaching at the school, he was happier with his lot.
Two years ago, during final exams (Lionel was subbing for the Algebra 2 instructor) Chloe contracted the swine flu and died. Lionel, having by this time done enough experiments on his own genetic strain to know the boundaries of his gift, realized that he had, in a sense, killed his mother by saving her.
He screamed.
LIKES.
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- biology
- researching
- biscuits
- helping others
- beaches
DISLIKES.[/size]
- people not understanding him when he just made that issue perfectly clear what is so hard to understand about it....
- muffins
- rain
- people that get in his way
- illogical things
STRENGTHS.[/size]
- Logical, rational thinking
- Open-minded
- Persistent
- Hard-working
- His power
WEAKNESSES.[/size]
- Socially awkward outside of work setting
- Easily discouraged (temporarily)
- Living in his own world
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- Can't cook to save his life
FEARS.[/size]
- Never discovering the causes of the abilities
- Causing someone to come to harm
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GOALS.[/size]
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- discover the cause of the abilities
- become a full-time biology teacher
POWER.[/size]
Healing: Lionel can cure minor burns and cuts with a touch of his hand- for more substantial wounds, he can reduce the pain and speed up the healing process of the cells. However, when in personal emotional distress, he can heal gaping wounds in seconds. This method, though effective, comes with side effects- the recipient is left with a weakened immune system and other weaker cell structures, and Lionel himself weakens his own cells when he does this, essentially shorting his own lifespan.
••BEHIND THE MASK
ALIAS. Meg[/size]
AGE. 13[/size]
GENDER. female[/size]
TIME ZONE. Central Standard Time // -6GMT[/size]
HOW YOU FOUND US. Dawn and Daze[/size]
OTHER CHARACTERS. Pierre Antoine Giroux [/size]
•• ROLEPLAY SAMPLE
They say time’s a healer but my watch can’t tell the time
The left hand’s stuck six months agoand I can’t find the right
I don’t know anything
The left hand’s stuck six months agoand I can’t find the right
I don’t know anything
One thing he remembers hating about school was the special classes.
Not that they weren't helpful, or that he didn't enjoy walking up the stairs with his friends to the third floor, past the Shifter Wing and the EnManip classrooms on the way to Magic class, throwing the student slang around the teachers head and watching as they struggled to keep up. Just... Magical Powers. Magical. What was so unexplained about what they could do in comparison to everyone else? 'Your powers can't be explained by scientific means,' they said. Bull. utter bull. They just hadn't tried. The teachers didn't bother explaining their abilities across the classes, Magic Wing or any of the others, so why?
The teacher would tell him to hush and watch the sorcery demonstration when he started to ask such questions. The other kids would stare and ask 'Does it really matter? We have powers, we can use them, that's all there is to it.' Lionel would sigh and keep his scientific questions to himself.
That's what he hated about it- the unscientific curriculum of the class. Too many days he had stared at the ceiling and said to himself, 'if only I were teaching'.
Almost a decade of research and a doctorate degree later, Lionel Randall returned to the Magical Powers Wing, classroom 367, Healing. And he was bringing change.
Students were settling in when he arrived, lab coat on over a red turtleneck sweater and light brown slacks. He dropped his briefcase onto the desk in the front. "Everyone here?" No answer from the students. He looks at them- freshmen. He hasn't had these kids before- there are only a handful of them, anyway. "Good. We'll begin bow, then."
He scrawls his name on the board, DOCTOR RANDALL in all capital letters. "I am Doctor Randall, and I will be substituting for Mrs. Hoover while she is out for her surgery. I except the same level of respect or more that you give her. You will refer to me as Dr. Randall or Professor Randall. Those are your options. Are we clear?"
The heads bob up and down- good. Lionel smiles to himself. This is what he has been waiting for ever since he started subbing the specials.
"You have been told that your powers are 'magical', quote unquote. This is a lie. Nothing in this room is more magical than any of the other rooms on this floor. Your powers are simply unexplained. Today, we will begin to try to explain this process."
The students are paying rapt attention. This should be a good class.
