Post by Seonaid McLean on Jan 7, 2007 16:37:10 GMT -5
Information about You
Name:
Sam
Age:
17
Contact Information:
PM & e-mail(captain_jacksparrow653@hotmail.com)
How long have you been roleplaying?
2-4 years
Have you read the rules?
Indeed I have.
Information about your Character
Doctor, Patient, Nurse or Intern? Patient
Name:
Seonaid Allison McLean
Age:
25
Profession
Botanist
Ethnicity:
Caucasian
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Personal Style:
Style? Who needs style?! After all, when one works as a botanist at a local
greenhouse, one doesn't really have time for style or fashion. Considering she
spends her days lugging bags of dirt and manure around, and tending to various
plants and shrubs, it's 100% guaranteed that she's going to get dirty, so why wear
good clothes? So, her 'style'(or possibly lack thereof) is simply whatever is
comfortable and she doesn't mind getting dirty. She works six days a week, from
7-5 every day. So, if you see her out and about during the day, it's because the
greenhouse needs supplies in some way, shape or form. And, if you do see her
during the day, she'll probably be in jeans with dirt stains all over them and a
t-shirt, with a black bandana keeping her hair out of her face. If, however, you
see her after work, it's most likely that she'll have showered and changed into
clean jeans and a button down shirt.
Physical Appearance:
Having a fast metabolism has its serious advantages. Of course, her slim build is
aided by the fact that she's usually running around and doing physical work all
day. The physical work she does also lends a hand in giving her some tones muscles
in her arms and legs. The once a week visit to the gym doesn't hurt either.
Her eyes are dark brown, with a kind sparkle. They're also very expressive. I you
can't read her facial expression to determine exactly how she's feeling, look into
her eyes. Her eyes never lie about how she feels. And you don't need to be a
genius to tell what's being shown in them.
Her hair is roughly shoulder-length, and layered. It's usually drawn back into a
loose ponytail, to keep it from getting in her way at work. If she's going
somewhere special or feeling fancy, she'll take curling iron to it, and then pul
those curls into a simple, yet elegant bun. Although her hair was blonde when she
was little, it has since darkened to a medium brown, which she's accented with
blonde highlights.
Scars/Tattoos/Piercings:
She has only one tattoo, an aztec sun on her left shoulderblade. She only has her
ears pierced. And as for scars, she has plenty on her hands and arms. It comes
with the territory of working outdoors.
Best Physical Feature:
Seonaid would definitely say that her best physical feature would have to be her
eyes.
Worst Physical Feature:
She doesn't like her ears. Random, yeah.... but it's true.
Picture:
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Habits:
Seonaid has the habit of not meeting people's eyes when she's talking to them if
she doesn't feel completely comfortable. But, being an easy-going person, she
usually feel perfectly fine and will look you dead in the eyes while speaking to
you.
Another, sort of bad habit, is that she tends to have a very dry and sarcastic
sense of humour. And, she takes almost everything as a challenge, and she hates to
lose. If she feels like she's being backed into a corner or threatened in anyway,
she retaliates without hesitation.
Likes:
Any and all plant life, cats, dogs, horses, rain, thunder & lightning, sunsets on
the beach, loud music
Dislikes:
Classica/opera music, doctors, bugs, spiders, snow, paperwork, really hot or
really cold days
Personality:
Fiery tempered, short fused.... both things that can be used to describe Seonaid.
Her mother's favourite joke was that she had inherited her grandfather's
patience.... sadly, he didn't have any. A lot of the time, Seonaid just forces a
smile and a laugh, when all she wants to do is to fly off the handle and take a
spazz at anyone who happens to be near. But, a lot of the time, being a very
focused person, she's as calm as can be, and dead quiet. But, when she gets really
quiet, and her eyes smoulder, it's time to vacate the area. Minaly, though,
despite her lack of patience and all that, she's easy to be around and she
believes in second, third, and even fourth chances for people.
Biggest Personality Flaw:
Lack of/no patience at all.
Biggest Personality Strength:
Believes in forgiveness and seconds chances for everyone.
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Hometown:
Toronto, Ontario, Canada
Educational Background:
Completed high school(graduated with honours)
Previous Places of Employment:
N/A
Family:
Lisa [Downing] McLean & Joseph McLean
Brief Medical History:
Seonaid broke her arm when she was 9, after falling out of a tree. She's suffered
from asthma all her life, and has mild seasonal allergies.
History:
August 30th, 1981. A memorable day for Lisa and Joseph McLean as they welcomed
their only child into the world. Seonaid Allison McLean.
Born to a free-spirited artist mother and a never-home father, Seonaid was raied
pretty much single-handedly by her mother. Her father was always away on business
trips, but when he was home, he was loads of fun to be around. He helped Seonaid
plant her first garden at the age of 6.
When he was away, her mother often had friends stay over to help take care of
Seonaid so Lisa could keep working. Lisa was a photo artist. She photographed just
about everything and used various techniques to make amazing pieces that sold for
fair amounts. Seonaid was raised to be open-minded like her mother, especially
since two of her mothers friends that helped raise her were Jake and Donald.
Yeah... they were married.
Finally, the business trips got to be too much. So, Lisa and Joseph made the
decision to move the family to Princeton. Seonaid was 15 at the time. She quickly
befriended the owner of the local greenhouse and got her first job there the day
she turned 16. To this day, she still works at the same place.
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Pets:
None
Married:
No
Homeowner:
Yes
Average Salary:
Roughly $22000/year
Favorite Color:
Blue
Favorite Band:
Rammstein
Your character frequently says…
"Oh, was I supposed to care?"
"Dream on, jerk."
"Here's a quarter, call someone who cares."
Is your character in general satisfied with their life?
Yes
Roleplaying Sample:
Cue the background sound, if you would be so kind. A summer rainstorm, please,
hold the thunder and lightning. Excellent, just lovely, thank-you.
Fade into the first angle from black....... now. Pan across the empty street as
the rain bounces off of it, if you would. Lovely. Be sure to catch the very empty
looking houses and softly glowing streetlights. Perfection.
Now, as the soft, sad notes of the piano begin the back song, perhaps we could up
the rainfall a bit? Just a little more? Beautiful.
Ah, the mood is set, the stage is ready. Now, for the scene to begin. Places
everyone. And....... action.......
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{A tide within your heart}
{Keeps rising in the dark}
{Surrounds you like an ocean}
{And you can’t keep from going under}
“How could you?!” she shrieked, breaking free of his iron grip and bolting for the
open door and out into the rain.
“Jess! Wait!” her father called, running after her, but stopping in the doorway.
His calls fell on deaf ears. All Jessie Wright could hear was the revving engine
of her boyfriend’s truck. Oblivious to the sharp stones beneath her bare feet, she
followed him as he pulled out of the drive and into the street, all the while,
tires spinning and spitting gravel.
{Somewhere in the deep}
{I find you half asleep}
{’Cause I will never leave you}
{I will not forsake you}
As the truck hesitated in the street, its gears grinding and groaning in an
unhealthy manner, Jessie pounded on his window. Tears of pain and desperation
streamed down her face, mixing with the rain. “Don’t go!” she begged, “Please!”
The rivulets of rainwater on the window distorted his face, so his expression was
unreadable. With a jerk, the truck pulled away, tires spinning on the slick
surface. Jessie jumped back, pain stabbing through her heart. She let her hand
fall as her heart went numb. “Please,” she whispered.
{I will stay}
{Here with you while you fall}
{I won’t say}
{Anything, anything at all}
{I will stay}
She was torn. Part of her wanted to sink to the rain soaked street, sobbing.
Another part wanted to just die. And yet another part wanted to run after him.
But, deep inside, Jessie knew that none of those ‘options’ would do any real good.
“Jessie?”
Her father’s voice cut through her whirling thoughts like a hot poker through
snow. Then, somewhere deep beneath her sorrow, anger prickled. She turned to face
her father, who stood huddled against the cold in the doorway, bathed in the soft
light from inside. Regret lined his features, and he looked almost lost. As she
watched him, Jessie felt the anger grow until it burned white-hot behind her dark
brown eyes.
“Jessie, honey, I’m so sorry,” her father stammered apologetically, “I didn’t
think this would happen.”
{When all the empty words}
{Won’t take away the hurt}
{When everything is broken}
{All the wounds are open}
Jessie raked a hand through her brown hair, the blonde streaks darkened to match
by the rain. “How could it have gone any differently?!” she demanded, “You drove
him away! You walked in on us while we were talking and told him outright that he
wasn’t welcome here! Then you told him that he wasn’t allowed to see me anymore!
You complete bastard! I’ve known him literally all my life!”
An angry flush coloured her father’s face. “You’re only sixteen, damn it!” he
yelled, “You don’t need a boyfriend! Wait until you’re old enough to recognize
what boys really want from you, Jessie!”
Jessie laughed coldly, in utter disbelief. “Get with the times, Roy,” she said
coolly, “I’m about four months away from being eighteen. I know what boys want at
this age, but he’s not like that. Mom understood that and had no problem with our
being together for the past three years. Just back off, Roy! You left us when I
was six; you’re no part of my life. You have no say in what I do.”
{I’ll be here}
{A shoulder you can cry on}
{A friend you can rely on}
{In between the shadows}
{Where no one else will follow}
Before Roy could respond, Jessie pushed past him and went to her room. She slammed
the door behind her and locked it. She let her gaze sweep the room sadly. She
moved to her bureau where all her pictures were lined up. There were a few of her
when her parents were together and she was quite young. He was in some of those
photos. Even back then they had been best friends. After her dad had left and the
divorce had gone through, there was a long span of pictures of just Jessie and her
mom, Elaine. Of course, he was a few of those too. Then, the last few showed just
him and Jessie as they had come together.
There were no recent photos. There couldn’t be. Closing her eyes, Jessie could
still remember the day that phone call had come. The ice, the 18-wheeler, the
snow. There was no chance of anyone surviving it. Forced to move back in with Roy,
Jessie had resented the sudden attention she got from her father. But, he had been
there through it all. The divorce, the accident, the move. He had been there and
he had helped her through it all. And now Roy had driven him off. Possibly
forever.
{I will stay}
{Here with you while you fall}
{I won’t say}
{Anything, anything at all}
With a soft sigh, Jessie reached for her phone. She dialed his home number. As it
rang continuously, she prayed he would pick up. But, the answering machine kicked
in. “Hey,” she said softly, “If you’re there, please pick up the phone. I am so
sorry about what happened. I really am. I really think we need to talk about this.
Please, please call me. I love you so much and I don’t know what I’d do without
you. I love you....”
With a soft sigh, Jessie hung up the phone, the bottom of her stomach dropping
out. All she could think of were the wet roads and...... No. She was being
ridiculous. He was a good driver and knew how to handle even the worst storms. All
she could do was wait......
{I will stay}
{Here with you while you fall}
{I won’t say}
{Anything, anything at all}
{I will stay}
{Stay - Rex Goudie}
You can’t always get what you want.
