Post by Professor Alexandra Fieldings on Apr 16, 2011 16:44:55 GMT -5
•• ALEXANDRA ELIZABETH FIELDINGS
don’t blend in
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••THE BASICS
NAME.Alexandra Elizabeth Fieldings/Goes by Alex[/size]
GENDER.Female[/size]
AGE.27[/size]
NATIONALITY.American[/size]
PLAY BY.Karen Gillan[/size]
SEXUAL ORIENTATION.Heterosexual[/size]
POSITION.Literature Teacher[/size]
••LET'S GET TO KNOW YOU BETTER
APEARANCE.
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The first thing you notice about Alexandra is her hair. Bright red, wavy, and long, it tends to attract attention in a room. Her eyes are hazel, a tad more on the brown side than the green. She has a few freckles on her cheeks, but that’s to be expected from a pale girl who spends quite a bit of her time in the sun. Her nose scoops down, ending with almost a point at the very tip. The bridge wrinkles when she thinks particularly hard, or doesn’t know the answer to something. Her nails are filed into perfect ovals, and she almost never paints them.
Her clothing is not exactly what you might expect from a teacher. Instead of the stereotypical suit-and-tie approach, she’s a bit more laid back. She can usually be found wearing skinny jeans and a button-down shirt, usually in black or white, sometimes in bright color, but never in red or orange. On her feet, more often than not, are flip-flops or sneakers, sometimes ballet flats or a pair of heels.
Alex always wears a silver necklace, the same one every day. It’s quite a pretty piece, actually-- a thin chain with a silver star hanging from it. At the center of the star is a small diamond, about one millimeter in diameter.
PERSONALITY.
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Alex is pretty relaxed in the classroom, cracking stupid jokes (usually puns) with her students. She’s not really a disciplinarian, per se, but takes more to the approach of letting students discipline themselves. Usually. If things get too out of hand, she will step in, but she doesn’t mind it is kids chat quietly, as long as they’re still paying attention and do their work. In her mind, a classroom ruled with an iron fist is one that no one wants to be in. It’s a very rare sight to see her yell.
She’s definitely not shy, and she encourages others to stand out, not just to sit in a corner for the rest of their lives. By the law of Alexandrian Logic, you snooze, you lose.
Alexandra tries her best to make it to where people understand what she teaches, and considers it a personal failure when one of her students isn’t understanding what she is saying.
She acts basically the same in the classroom as out of it-- quirky, effervescent, easy to be around.
HISTORY.
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Alexandra was born in San Francisco, California. She was raised in the normal way-- school, clubs, afterschool activities-- and turned out to be the little girl her parents always wanted. She was smart-- particularly in English, but she never had a particular affinity for Mathematics. She always had to be the center of attention, volunteered to show her school projects first, no matter what it was. She was not artistic, no matter how hard her parents-- both of them artists-- tried to teach her.
Her influence over gravity was first noticed when she was five. Her father had taken her fishing, and, bored, the little girl dangled her bracelet over the water, watching the shadows dance on the waves. About a minute after she started this game, a large wave shook the boat, sending Alex scrabbling for a grip, and losing the bracelet in the process. Dismayed, she reached out to catch hold of it, though it was already in the water. Much to her father’s shock, when she reached for the bracelet, a large sphere of water, fish, and the bracelet floated out of the lake. Not realizing what she had just done, Alec reached out and plucked the piece of jewelry out of the water, which then crashed back down into the lake.
When Alex was about to enter her freshman year, her parents heard of Alexandria Academy, and enrolled the teenager in the school. She was a bit angry at first, but quickly got over it. She spent the next four years at Alexandria, and then went to college, got her masters in teaching and minored in literature. She never forgot Alexandria Academy, and, as soon as she was out of college, came back and asked for a job.
LIKES.
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- Sherlock Holmes and Shakespeare.
- Music.
- Chocolate.
- Chaos.
- Baking.
DISLIKES.[/size]
- Vegetables.
- History.
- Bad literature.
- Violence.
- Stupidity.
STRENGTHS.[/size]
- Creative.
- Open-minded.
- Forgiving.
- Generosity.
- Her power.
WEAKNESSES.[/size]
- Math.
- Disorganized.
- Not punctual.
- Clumsy.
- Gets nervous in new situations.
FEARS.[/size]
- Falling.
- Failure.
GOALS.[/size]
- To start a family.
- To own all of Shakespeare’s works.
POWER.[/size]
Gravitation Manipulation-- Alex can cancel or increase the gravity in a certain area. The larger the area, the more strenuous it is for her.
••BEHIND THE MASK
ALIAS.Dawn[/size]
AGE.14[/size]
GENDER.Female[/size]
TIME ZONE.US Central[/size]
HOW YOU FOUND US.Through Daze[/size]
OTHER CHARACTERS.River Tam[/size]
•• ROLEPLAY SAMPLE
(Too lazy to write anything else…)
My name is River Tam. I am fifteen years old. I was born in London, a normal child to an equally normal family. One dad, one mum, and my brother, Simon. Simon was eleven at the time. By the time I was two, I was doing long division in my head. By the time I was three, I was correcting Simon with his spelling, though I could hardly crawl across the floor. I went to kindergarten when I was six, just like any other little girl or boy. But I was different. When my classmates were napping, I was drawing crossword puzzles on my blanket with a marker. I always knew the answer. The others didn’t accept me. They turned me out of the circle at story time.
When I was eight, I convinced my parents to pull me out of school and let me teach myself. They bought be textbooks, so many, one every subject possible, but I was done with them before they could bat an eye. I started going to school with Simon, tagging along to high school. The teachers didn’t mind-- I was quiet, did my work just like everybody else, and seemed to make Simon happier. But soon, I was passing even the most advanced students.
When I was thirteen, we got a letter from a special school. The Sussex Institute for Gifted Children. We were all ecstatic. I begged my father to let me go, and eventually, he relented. I packed my things and headed off to school.
We all drove out to Sussex. It seemed like a normal enough school, classrooms filled with orderly rows of desks, a cafeteria with tables and a buffet, posh dorms for the students to live in. I was assigned to room B241. We didn’t have roommates.
For the first couple of months, I was in heaven. So much to learn, so little time to do it. I stayed up until all hours reading books, writing up essays, and the like. I sent home letters every second Tuesday. Until the headmaster approached me with a task he felt only I would be able to handle. I would become a test subject, on the matter of the brain. I would be put into a special wing of the building, fed different food, my letters would be screened, and I would be basically controlled in every way. He said it was worth it, for science. He lied.
I was put into the top floor, room X541. Immediately after I moved in, I was hooked up to an IV, various chemicals pumped into my blood-stream. One month after I moved rooms, an attempt at murder was made. Not by me-- one me. Two of the headmaster’s thugs came and took me to a room, one I’d never seen before. A fountain sat in the middle of the circular chamber. One of the henchmen took me by the hand and led me to the fountain. I allowed it. Before I could even blink, I was shoved face-first into the water. I screamed, thinking it was a mistake. It wasn’t.
They held me down until I passed out. After that, I remember waking on the floor of the room, doctors surrounding me. Two burn marks were on my chest. Defibrillator marks. They had killed me, and brought me back to life. They took me to my room, told me to relax, write a letter home.
So I did. I told about my day, about drowning. My letter was read, and given back to me. I was told that I wasn’t allowed to write about that, in the best interests of science.
I was put on different medicines, all still delivered by IV. I was drowned. Again. This time, I was a bit scared to be in the fountain room, but I followed. After I passed out, they left me to float. I woke up in the fountain, not sure where I was, and screamed for help. I was left there for another hour or two.
The whole process was repeated again and again, so many times that I lost count. After a couple of months, I began to concoct secret codes in the spelling of my letters and send them back home in a frantic attempt to tell my family what was going on. They didn’t understand.
A month later, I gave up hope that they would come for me, and began to come up with an escape plan. But that was until the Operation.
One night, they added something different to by IV. It made me sleepy… So very sleepy. I fell asleep. No idea how long I was out, but when I awoke, I was in a dark room. So dark that I couldn’t see outside of the sphere of light surrounding me, cast by a spotlight high above.
I didn’t have to wait long to see what was going to happen. A man stepped out of the darkness, face hidden by a surgical mask, and cut into my scull. It was the worst pain that I have ever experienced. He took the top part of my head off. I was still awake when he cut into my brain.
I don’t know what he did. All I know is, five hours later, put back together, I was sent back to my room. The next morning, they drowned me again. This time, I didn’t yell for help. I slipped silently from the fountain room, and ran.
I couldn’t go home. Couldn’t go anywhere. Nowhere but away.
And so begins my story.
