Post by khanele on Jul 5, 2010 1:37:56 GMT -5
Name: Julia Elkins
Nickname: Dr. Elkins, or just Elkins, occasionally Elks to friends; her family calls her Jules
Gender: Female
Sexuality: Questioning; she is content to leave it at that for the moment, as pinpointing an identity is not really crucial to her.
Age/Birthday: 31; born 19 September, 2430
Race: Human
Place of Birth/Home Town: Buckfastleigh, Dartmoor, England (Earth)
Character Portrayal: Emilia Fox
Hair: Medium length, slightly wavy, blonde
Eyes: Blue-grey
Height: 5’3”
Individual Features: Thin eyebrows, and the occasional hints of a rural Devon accent, which she tries her best to suppress.
General Appearance:
Family: Father Jacob, mother Gwen, sisters Rachel and Hannah, brother Francis
Friends: None currently.
Enemies: She left all her enmities back on Earth.
Job: Psychologist
Personality: It must be admitted, she chose the right profession. Naturally inquisitive, she loves to learn, to observe, to discern new insights about the people and places she meets. If a day goes by that she doesn’t learn something, she considers it a day wasted. And if there’s one thing she dislikes more than ignorance, it’s waste. Julia is driven to do the best job possible, whatever she’s doing. This can make her a bit of a workaholic, but she holds very high standards for herself and gets frustrated when she doesn’t meet them. She is unambitious herself, but has similarly high expectations for the leadership, and likes her superiors to be competent.
As much as she likes to investigate the affairs of others, she keeps her own secrets, however small, close to the vest. She is often sparse in her conversation, since she doesn’t like small talk and refuses to open up about herself. She has some sharp edges, too, that make her difficult to befriend: proud and argumentative, she takes umbrage easily. She especially hates when aspersions are cast on her origins in rural Devon, because she’s spent so much of her life proving them wrong.
She views the world in shades of grey, and loves the complexity to be found there. The universe is full of patterns, just waiting to be noticed. Simplistic, dogmatic thinking frustrates her, and she’s never been particularly religious in the traditional sense, though she has maintained a sense of awe that is her version of spirituality. She also hones her mind through nightly yoga sessions, and recommends the same for her patients. She believes it to be a great way to get in touch with your subconscious, and though she isn’t a Freudian per se, she sees his theories as part of a bigger picture, and doesn’t mind borrowing his notions when they suit her.
Likes: Cooking, tea, learning new things, croissants, observing animals (including the human kind), stars and knowing their names, sudoku, yoga
Dislikes: Insects, being ill, uncertainty and vagueness, early mornings, incompetence, ignorance, alcohol and drugs
Fears: Feeling inadequate or useless, dementia or losing the power of reason
History: Julia's childhood would be considered happy by most standards, but it left her wanting more from life. It was pleasant enough, raising sheep at the edge of Dartmoor, but she hungered for knowledge, and the small parochial school she attended did little to sate her appetite. If anything, it only increased her desire to leave Buckfastleigh for the world beyond. She did enjoy helping her mother raise her three younger siblings, however.
College could not come fast enough. Her marks, always top-notch, qualified her for a scholarship at the University of Exeter, which was near enough she could still live at home. Just as well, since even with the scholarship it was a push to afford the tuition. She repeated her stellar performance of earlier forms, and on a whim, having an opening in her class schedule that needed filling, she signed up for a ground-level psychology course. Under the influence of the professor, she decided on the study of mental processes as a career path.
Unfortunately, that meant another few years at university. Her excellent work ethic saved her again, but to supplement the scholarships this time she took on a job assisting a dog trainer. Neither glamorous nor well-paying, nevertheless the job afforded her an opportunity to observe canine behavior, which was a boon for the budding psychologist.
Thus it was she scrimped and saved her way through the three years it took to complete her clinical psychology training program. Throughout that time, she was so consumed by coursework that she had no time for outside relationships, or indeed the mental energy for it. But once she was out of school, she entered an apprenticeship with a local psychologist, one Dr. Dafoe, and here she encountered the first bump in the road.
Her purported mentor was a pleasant enough man to be around, but he was lazy and cut too many corners for Julia's liking. And for his part, he wasn't too keen on being put in his place by a woman over twenty years his junior. The tension between them was such that as soon as her apprenticeship was done, she fled to London, despite her professed dislike for the metropolis' noise and stench and constant bustle.
Her impression didn't change much in the next few years, during which she built up a reputation a s a conscientious and skilled practitioner as well as a respected researcher in her own right, the latter opinion being built on the publication of several insightful papers. Both the quality and the quantity of these dissertations garnered her the approbation of her scientific and medical peers. However, she still hated London, and so when an older colleague offered her a chance to join the crew of the Venia, she jumped at the opportunity. "I'd go, but I've got family," he told her. She ignored the disturbing implications tangled up in his words and accepted the position.
Random Facts: She misses some aspects of her rural childhood, though she’d be loath to admit it.
RP Sample: (From a wolf RP, but I figure it still gives some idea of my writing and characterization.)
Having assessed the borderlands of Riuna to be free of danger, Timur was retracing his steps back to the dens when he was brought up short by an explosion of sound. It emanated from the grasslands of Darke’s Remembrance, but filled the entire territory with its sonorous notes. A shiver of excitement traveled up his spine, for he recognized it as the voice of Dargan, their benefactor and sometime persecutor, summoning the pack to his side.
Timur hurried towards the open space, wondering as his paws beat against the earth what scheme motivated the god to mix with mortals this time. Noting suddenly that tongue was lolling unceremoniously with exertion, he slowed his pace to one more befitting the occasion as he drew near. He was among the first to arrive; a combination of proximity and haste had ensured that. But he was not the first: a dark-hued male, one Tally by name, had beaten him to the punch.
Concealing the disappointment arising from his competitive nature, he nodded a curt greeting to his fellow Milede. He kept a respectful distance from the god, for more reasons than one— the grasslands supporting Dargan’s mortal incarnation were blackened remnants, no match for smoldering paws. Timur lowered his gaze and kowtowed, kneeling before the god. Ordinarily his pride would not have allowed this, but deities were a different matter altogether. They deserved obeisance, for they had earned it.
Rules: Ha! What are these things you call rules?
Nickname: Dr. Elkins, or just Elkins, occasionally Elks to friends; her family calls her Jules
Gender: Female
Sexuality: Questioning; she is content to leave it at that for the moment, as pinpointing an identity is not really crucial to her.
Age/Birthday: 31; born 19 September, 2430
Race: Human
Place of Birth/Home Town: Buckfastleigh, Dartmoor, England (Earth)
Character Portrayal: Emilia Fox
Hair: Medium length, slightly wavy, blonde
Eyes: Blue-grey
Height: 5’3”
Individual Features: Thin eyebrows, and the occasional hints of a rural Devon accent, which she tries her best to suppress.
General Appearance:
Family: Father Jacob, mother Gwen, sisters Rachel and Hannah, brother Francis
Friends: None currently.
Enemies: She left all her enmities back on Earth.
Job: Psychologist
Personality: It must be admitted, she chose the right profession. Naturally inquisitive, she loves to learn, to observe, to discern new insights about the people and places she meets. If a day goes by that she doesn’t learn something, she considers it a day wasted. And if there’s one thing she dislikes more than ignorance, it’s waste. Julia is driven to do the best job possible, whatever she’s doing. This can make her a bit of a workaholic, but she holds very high standards for herself and gets frustrated when she doesn’t meet them. She is unambitious herself, but has similarly high expectations for the leadership, and likes her superiors to be competent.
As much as she likes to investigate the affairs of others, she keeps her own secrets, however small, close to the vest. She is often sparse in her conversation, since she doesn’t like small talk and refuses to open up about herself. She has some sharp edges, too, that make her difficult to befriend: proud and argumentative, she takes umbrage easily. She especially hates when aspersions are cast on her origins in rural Devon, because she’s spent so much of her life proving them wrong.
She views the world in shades of grey, and loves the complexity to be found there. The universe is full of patterns, just waiting to be noticed. Simplistic, dogmatic thinking frustrates her, and she’s never been particularly religious in the traditional sense, though she has maintained a sense of awe that is her version of spirituality. She also hones her mind through nightly yoga sessions, and recommends the same for her patients. She believes it to be a great way to get in touch with your subconscious, and though she isn’t a Freudian per se, she sees his theories as part of a bigger picture, and doesn’t mind borrowing his notions when they suit her.
Likes: Cooking, tea, learning new things, croissants, observing animals (including the human kind), stars and knowing their names, sudoku, yoga
Dislikes: Insects, being ill, uncertainty and vagueness, early mornings, incompetence, ignorance, alcohol and drugs
Fears: Feeling inadequate or useless, dementia or losing the power of reason
History: Julia's childhood would be considered happy by most standards, but it left her wanting more from life. It was pleasant enough, raising sheep at the edge of Dartmoor, but she hungered for knowledge, and the small parochial school she attended did little to sate her appetite. If anything, it only increased her desire to leave Buckfastleigh for the world beyond. She did enjoy helping her mother raise her three younger siblings, however.
College could not come fast enough. Her marks, always top-notch, qualified her for a scholarship at the University of Exeter, which was near enough she could still live at home. Just as well, since even with the scholarship it was a push to afford the tuition. She repeated her stellar performance of earlier forms, and on a whim, having an opening in her class schedule that needed filling, she signed up for a ground-level psychology course. Under the influence of the professor, she decided on the study of mental processes as a career path.
Unfortunately, that meant another few years at university. Her excellent work ethic saved her again, but to supplement the scholarships this time she took on a job assisting a dog trainer. Neither glamorous nor well-paying, nevertheless the job afforded her an opportunity to observe canine behavior, which was a boon for the budding psychologist.
Thus it was she scrimped and saved her way through the three years it took to complete her clinical psychology training program. Throughout that time, she was so consumed by coursework that she had no time for outside relationships, or indeed the mental energy for it. But once she was out of school, she entered an apprenticeship with a local psychologist, one Dr. Dafoe, and here she encountered the first bump in the road.
Her purported mentor was a pleasant enough man to be around, but he was lazy and cut too many corners for Julia's liking. And for his part, he wasn't too keen on being put in his place by a woman over twenty years his junior. The tension between them was such that as soon as her apprenticeship was done, she fled to London, despite her professed dislike for the metropolis' noise and stench and constant bustle.
Her impression didn't change much in the next few years, during which she built up a reputation a s a conscientious and skilled practitioner as well as a respected researcher in her own right, the latter opinion being built on the publication of several insightful papers. Both the quality and the quantity of these dissertations garnered her the approbation of her scientific and medical peers. However, she still hated London, and so when an older colleague offered her a chance to join the crew of the Venia, she jumped at the opportunity. "I'd go, but I've got family," he told her. She ignored the disturbing implications tangled up in his words and accepted the position.
Random Facts: She misses some aspects of her rural childhood, though she’d be loath to admit it.
RP Sample: (From a wolf RP, but I figure it still gives some idea of my writing and characterization.)
Having assessed the borderlands of Riuna to be free of danger, Timur was retracing his steps back to the dens when he was brought up short by an explosion of sound. It emanated from the grasslands of Darke’s Remembrance, but filled the entire territory with its sonorous notes. A shiver of excitement traveled up his spine, for he recognized it as the voice of Dargan, their benefactor and sometime persecutor, summoning the pack to his side.
Timur hurried towards the open space, wondering as his paws beat against the earth what scheme motivated the god to mix with mortals this time. Noting suddenly that tongue was lolling unceremoniously with exertion, he slowed his pace to one more befitting the occasion as he drew near. He was among the first to arrive; a combination of proximity and haste had ensured that. But he was not the first: a dark-hued male, one Tally by name, had beaten him to the punch.
Concealing the disappointment arising from his competitive nature, he nodded a curt greeting to his fellow Milede. He kept a respectful distance from the god, for more reasons than one— the grasslands supporting Dargan’s mortal incarnation were blackened remnants, no match for smoldering paws. Timur lowered his gaze and kowtowed, kneeling before the god. Ordinarily his pride would not have allowed this, but deities were a different matter altogether. They deserved obeisance, for they had earned it.
Rules: Ha! What are these things you call rules?
