Intro Post
17 February 2015 01:05P L A Y E R;
NAME: Tanya
AGE: 22
PLAYER JOURNAL:![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
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TIMEZONE: CST
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OTHER CHARACTERS PLAYED: N/A
C H A R A C T E R;
NAME: Dr. Connor Graham
CANON: Marvel
POINT IN CANON: Post-Avengers, Pre-Captain America: Winter Soldier/the dissolution of SHIELD
AGE: 33
APPEARANCE: David Tennant, specifically as the 10th Doctor ( http://media.tumblr.com/tumblr_mbvcbb3KM11qdwypr.png )
CANON HISTORY: Connor was born in Scotland in 1981 in a hospital near Glasgow. His parents, Eliza and Callum, worked in the small village of Strathblaine just outside of the major city as a doctor and nurse, running the town’s single small clinic. Connor is an only child, and glad of it. He spent most of his childhood either reading in the small local library or in the clinic, learning anything and everything he could. He enjoyed knowledge of human psychology the most, and when he was old enough, he began driving into Glasgow proper to visit the libraries.
He fell in love with the University of Glasgow, and, with his good grades and thirst for knowledge, attended the institution immediately after high school. He got his bachelor’s in psychology with a minor in English literature, then, after a year in which he worked as a teaching assistant in the same college, he then attended the University once more, this time as a graduate student. He received his masters in clinical psychology in 2005.After this, he stayed in Glasgow, running his own practice successfully for three years. Then, in 2008, he resumed his studies at the University.
At the time, not much was known about these few humans with unknown or misunderstood powers. The Hulk came first, smashing the gates open on the concept of superheroes, at least to the public. Then Thor. Captain America being unthawed. Wolverine. Magneto. Professor X. The more Connor did his research, the more he came across the same term. X gene. Those who had superpowers were, more than likely, X gene positive. Connor published his thesis, entitled “X Genes: The Basis for Superheroes?” in 2010, completing his doctorate. This brought him to the attention of SHIELD. The Strategic Homeland Intervention, Enforcement and Logistics Division, attempting to keep a grasp on X gene positive individuals, or “mutants” as they were known to the populace, reached out to the doctor, offering him the top position in a newly-formed section of SHIELD: Psychological counseling. Not only would he provide psychological council to agents, but he would council mutants as well, coaching them into accepting their newfound powers. He readily accepted, moving to New York to work in the main headquarters, where he has been ever since.
CANON PERSONALITY: Connor is an introvert, through and through. He enjoys his alone time, books and tea being his best companions. A quiet day inside with both and classical music playing in the background would be his bliss. He does get lonely, however, enjoying the company of only a few close friends. He forms friendships slowly, his social anxiety getting in the way of his generally approachable and friendly disposition. To make matters worse, Connor has a slight stutter, making hard “k”, “p”, and “b” sounds difficult, especially when flustered. However, when he has made friends with someone, he will be their stalwart companion. He gives good advice and gives it often, even when it isn’t wanted. He is nosy, but does his best not to appear so. A bookworm and knowledge junkie at heart, he likes to know everything about everyone. Not for any selfish or personal gain, but in order to make his friendships stronger. He enjoys doing things for others, often making tea and cooking for them, a secret passion and one he is very good at.
Connor is very intelligent, having done his research on both the mind and the body. When discussing a topic in which he is well educated, he becomes much bolder, able to communicate his thoughts and ideas with clarity. When dealing with sensitive matters, Connor is more than tactful, polite, and reassuring. A good listener, he is an easy source of information, comfort, and advice.
As a cook, Connor’s senses are highly trained. Smell, taste, and hearing all attuned to the most minute detail. He can pick out one specific flavor in a dish, one specific voice in a room, one specific scent wafting past him. Loud things assault him, punching him almost physically. For this specific reason, he hates thunderstorms. Loud noises combined with overwhelming flashes of light cause him to panic.
Connor dislikes technology. He doesn’t trust it, considering it to be slowly taking over the world. Not in any sort of conspiracy theory sort of sense, but in the sense that technology is taking away from the real world. He is nearly computer illiterate, barely able to open and read an e-mail, and doesn’t have a cable television. He has some dvds and a dvd player, but that is the extent of his technology. He doesn’t even have a cell phone, the only phone he uses on a regular basis is the one in his office. All of his files are in a filing cabinet located in his office, locked with a key. It makes him feel more in control and more secure.
As far as romantic relationships go, Connor is bisexual, but prefers the company of other men. A previous relationship with a woman ended in disaster, she being much too aggressive and controlling, preventing him from doing what it was he enjoyed doing. This is why he waited the year between getting his bachelor’s and masters. He originally intended to marry her, but, during their engagement and subsequent move-in together, he discovered that he was being manipulated and controlled. It damn near broke his heart, but he finally stood up to her and broke off the engagement. He threw himself back into his studies, and has subconsciously forbidden himself from romantic relationships thereafter. He is not closed completely to relationships, but does not actively seek them out. Sexually, he is very inexperienced and very awkward, not understanding or knowing many advances. If approached in a sexual manner, he would be flattered, but unsure. His lack of self-confidence would get in the way and it would be difficult for him to reciprocate.
Overall, Connor is a well-meaning, self-conscious therapist. He enjoys helping and serving others, whether that means giving advice or cooking a hot meal. Reading, writing, and cooking are his passions, keeping the high stress of his job separate from his personal life. He is a good friend, a good advice giver, and socially awkward introvert.
POINT OF DEPARTURE: N/A
ABILITIES: Connor is, himself, x gene positive. It has not manifested itself in any noticeable way as of yet, but he has the barest bit of telepathy. He can understand and feed on emotions, enabling himself to discern the feel or emotion of an individual person even before he realizes he has. He can only read specific emotions if touching the person, skin on skin contact working the best. Hands, most often, but he has the strongest connection when touching the person’s head and looking in their eyes. He has also recently discovered the ability to broadcast his senses. Again, this is very limited, and rarely works except under conditions of high emotion.
INVENTORY; Wallet: Debit card (well used), credit card (rarely used, good credit rating), license (also rarely used), public transport pass (well used), two ticket stubs (one movie: Lord of the Rings: The Return of the King, one concert: National Youth Choir of Scotland, featuring composer Eric Whitacre), approximately 50 euro (small bills, some loose change). Key ring: apartment keys (lives in one of the SHIELD-issued apartments, alone), car key (rarely used, a Toyota Camry), a key to his office, his locked file cabinet, and post office box. His SHIELD identity badge (name, birth date, hire date, department, fingerprint identification, security status, and photo).
S A M P L E S;
ACTIONSPAM SAMPLE: Hello. Welcome to the SHIELD Therapy Staff. My name is D-Doctor Connor Graham, and I am the d-department chair. This is my office. If you ever, for any reason, need me, you can c-c-call me on my office phone. I have an open door p-policy, so feel free to come and ask me questions whenever the need should arise. Your office is just d-down the hall here. As the newest member of the team, you got the short end of the stick on offices. [smiles slightly] I’m just joking, of c-course. [opens the door to the office] We have a department m-meeting scheduled for ten, so p-p-please come to the conference room at that time. And…again…welcome to the department.
PROSE SAMPLE: Cooking. The chill of the meat, the juices coating your palms. The feel of fine breadcrumbs sifting through your fingers. The warmth of a hot bubbling pot of water on the backs of your hands. It was heaven. Taking away from the stress, returning to something that was so pure, so…primal. Connor loved it.
The warmth from the stove filled the small apartment, a boiling pot of water gurgling nearly in tune with the long, smooth tones of Whitacre’s October. Long, slender fingers measured out fresh herbs, parsley and chives chopped into miniscule pieces with quick, precise movements. A scrape of the knife and they were in a bowl, mixed with the breadcrumbs by hand and set aside. Connor pulled the pot of water off the stove, steam billowing up and fogging his glasses as he strained the soft boiled eggs, placing them, one by one, in a bowl of icy water. There they cooled as he readied the oil, high quality vegetable, in a deep pan. It wasn’t a deep fryer, but it would have to do. The apartment kitchen wasn’t big enough for one person, if he was being completely honest with himself, and certainly didn’t contain enough counter space for a deep fryer. Even a small one would be a ridiculous waste of space.
The eggs, now flash chilled, were stripped of their shells. They stuck to his fingers, but not as badly as the flour and egg that he dredged them in after. The music changed, but he barely noticed it. He was engrossed in his work, wrapping the eggs in sausage and breadcrumbs before placing them carefully in the oil. It splashed up, biting at one of his knuckles before he could pull it away. Immediate instinct made Connor shove the offended knuckle in his mouth, saliva numbing the pain. It was interesting, he thought, the way the body worked. Natural analgesic in the saliva, though it worked better on cuts than it did on burns.
Turning back to the pan, he worked quickly, toasting the sausage-wrapped eggs quickly. The breadcrumbs turned a deep golden brown, a crispy crust forming around the outside. One by one he removed them, placing them on the baking tray before placing that tray in the oven. A timer set for 18 minutes, the oil poured into a tall aluminum can he kept for that specific purpose, and Connor sighed in contentment. “There. Finished.” Turning, he saw the sink full of dishes and sighed. “Okay. Maybe not quite finished.”
NAME: Tanya
AGE: 22
PLAYER JOURNAL:
corliss1410TIMEZONE: CST
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OTHER CHARACTERS PLAYED: N/A
C H A R A C T E R;
NAME: Dr. Connor Graham
CANON: Marvel
POINT IN CANON: Post-Avengers, Pre-Captain America: Winter Soldier/the dissolution of SHIELD
AGE: 33
APPEARANCE: David Tennant, specifically as the 10th Doctor ( http://media.tumblr.com/tumblr_mbvcbb3KM11qdwypr.png )
CANON HISTORY: Connor was born in Scotland in 1981 in a hospital near Glasgow. His parents, Eliza and Callum, worked in the small village of Strathblaine just outside of the major city as a doctor and nurse, running the town’s single small clinic. Connor is an only child, and glad of it. He spent most of his childhood either reading in the small local library or in the clinic, learning anything and everything he could. He enjoyed knowledge of human psychology the most, and when he was old enough, he began driving into Glasgow proper to visit the libraries.
He fell in love with the University of Glasgow, and, with his good grades and thirst for knowledge, attended the institution immediately after high school. He got his bachelor’s in psychology with a minor in English literature, then, after a year in which he worked as a teaching assistant in the same college, he then attended the University once more, this time as a graduate student. He received his masters in clinical psychology in 2005.After this, he stayed in Glasgow, running his own practice successfully for three years. Then, in 2008, he resumed his studies at the University.
At the time, not much was known about these few humans with unknown or misunderstood powers. The Hulk came first, smashing the gates open on the concept of superheroes, at least to the public. Then Thor. Captain America being unthawed. Wolverine. Magneto. Professor X. The more Connor did his research, the more he came across the same term. X gene. Those who had superpowers were, more than likely, X gene positive. Connor published his thesis, entitled “X Genes: The Basis for Superheroes?” in 2010, completing his doctorate. This brought him to the attention of SHIELD. The Strategic Homeland Intervention, Enforcement and Logistics Division, attempting to keep a grasp on X gene positive individuals, or “mutants” as they were known to the populace, reached out to the doctor, offering him the top position in a newly-formed section of SHIELD: Psychological counseling. Not only would he provide psychological council to agents, but he would council mutants as well, coaching them into accepting their newfound powers. He readily accepted, moving to New York to work in the main headquarters, where he has been ever since.
CANON PERSONALITY: Connor is an introvert, through and through. He enjoys his alone time, books and tea being his best companions. A quiet day inside with both and classical music playing in the background would be his bliss. He does get lonely, however, enjoying the company of only a few close friends. He forms friendships slowly, his social anxiety getting in the way of his generally approachable and friendly disposition. To make matters worse, Connor has a slight stutter, making hard “k”, “p”, and “b” sounds difficult, especially when flustered. However, when he has made friends with someone, he will be their stalwart companion. He gives good advice and gives it often, even when it isn’t wanted. He is nosy, but does his best not to appear so. A bookworm and knowledge junkie at heart, he likes to know everything about everyone. Not for any selfish or personal gain, but in order to make his friendships stronger. He enjoys doing things for others, often making tea and cooking for them, a secret passion and one he is very good at.
Connor is very intelligent, having done his research on both the mind and the body. When discussing a topic in which he is well educated, he becomes much bolder, able to communicate his thoughts and ideas with clarity. When dealing with sensitive matters, Connor is more than tactful, polite, and reassuring. A good listener, he is an easy source of information, comfort, and advice.
As a cook, Connor’s senses are highly trained. Smell, taste, and hearing all attuned to the most minute detail. He can pick out one specific flavor in a dish, one specific voice in a room, one specific scent wafting past him. Loud things assault him, punching him almost physically. For this specific reason, he hates thunderstorms. Loud noises combined with overwhelming flashes of light cause him to panic.
Connor dislikes technology. He doesn’t trust it, considering it to be slowly taking over the world. Not in any sort of conspiracy theory sort of sense, but in the sense that technology is taking away from the real world. He is nearly computer illiterate, barely able to open and read an e-mail, and doesn’t have a cable television. He has some dvds and a dvd player, but that is the extent of his technology. He doesn’t even have a cell phone, the only phone he uses on a regular basis is the one in his office. All of his files are in a filing cabinet located in his office, locked with a key. It makes him feel more in control and more secure.
As far as romantic relationships go, Connor is bisexual, but prefers the company of other men. A previous relationship with a woman ended in disaster, she being much too aggressive and controlling, preventing him from doing what it was he enjoyed doing. This is why he waited the year between getting his bachelor’s and masters. He originally intended to marry her, but, during their engagement and subsequent move-in together, he discovered that he was being manipulated and controlled. It damn near broke his heart, but he finally stood up to her and broke off the engagement. He threw himself back into his studies, and has subconsciously forbidden himself from romantic relationships thereafter. He is not closed completely to relationships, but does not actively seek them out. Sexually, he is very inexperienced and very awkward, not understanding or knowing many advances. If approached in a sexual manner, he would be flattered, but unsure. His lack of self-confidence would get in the way and it would be difficult for him to reciprocate.
Overall, Connor is a well-meaning, self-conscious therapist. He enjoys helping and serving others, whether that means giving advice or cooking a hot meal. Reading, writing, and cooking are his passions, keeping the high stress of his job separate from his personal life. He is a good friend, a good advice giver, and socially awkward introvert.
POINT OF DEPARTURE: N/A
ABILITIES: Connor is, himself, x gene positive. It has not manifested itself in any noticeable way as of yet, but he has the barest bit of telepathy. He can understand and feed on emotions, enabling himself to discern the feel or emotion of an individual person even before he realizes he has. He can only read specific emotions if touching the person, skin on skin contact working the best. Hands, most often, but he has the strongest connection when touching the person’s head and looking in their eyes. He has also recently discovered the ability to broadcast his senses. Again, this is very limited, and rarely works except under conditions of high emotion.
INVENTORY; Wallet: Debit card (well used), credit card (rarely used, good credit rating), license (also rarely used), public transport pass (well used), two ticket stubs (one movie: Lord of the Rings: The Return of the King, one concert: National Youth Choir of Scotland, featuring composer Eric Whitacre), approximately 50 euro (small bills, some loose change). Key ring: apartment keys (lives in one of the SHIELD-issued apartments, alone), car key (rarely used, a Toyota Camry), a key to his office, his locked file cabinet, and post office box. His SHIELD identity badge (name, birth date, hire date, department, fingerprint identification, security status, and photo).
S A M P L E S;
ACTIONSPAM SAMPLE: Hello. Welcome to the SHIELD Therapy Staff. My name is D-Doctor Connor Graham, and I am the d-department chair. This is my office. If you ever, for any reason, need me, you can c-c-call me on my office phone. I have an open door p-policy, so feel free to come and ask me questions whenever the need should arise. Your office is just d-down the hall here. As the newest member of the team, you got the short end of the stick on offices. [smiles slightly] I’m just joking, of c-course. [opens the door to the office] We have a department m-meeting scheduled for ten, so p-p-please come to the conference room at that time. And…again…welcome to the department.
PROSE SAMPLE: Cooking. The chill of the meat, the juices coating your palms. The feel of fine breadcrumbs sifting through your fingers. The warmth of a hot bubbling pot of water on the backs of your hands. It was heaven. Taking away from the stress, returning to something that was so pure, so…primal. Connor loved it.
The warmth from the stove filled the small apartment, a boiling pot of water gurgling nearly in tune with the long, smooth tones of Whitacre’s October. Long, slender fingers measured out fresh herbs, parsley and chives chopped into miniscule pieces with quick, precise movements. A scrape of the knife and they were in a bowl, mixed with the breadcrumbs by hand and set aside. Connor pulled the pot of water off the stove, steam billowing up and fogging his glasses as he strained the soft boiled eggs, placing them, one by one, in a bowl of icy water. There they cooled as he readied the oil, high quality vegetable, in a deep pan. It wasn’t a deep fryer, but it would have to do. The apartment kitchen wasn’t big enough for one person, if he was being completely honest with himself, and certainly didn’t contain enough counter space for a deep fryer. Even a small one would be a ridiculous waste of space.
The eggs, now flash chilled, were stripped of their shells. They stuck to his fingers, but not as badly as the flour and egg that he dredged them in after. The music changed, but he barely noticed it. He was engrossed in his work, wrapping the eggs in sausage and breadcrumbs before placing them carefully in the oil. It splashed up, biting at one of his knuckles before he could pull it away. Immediate instinct made Connor shove the offended knuckle in his mouth, saliva numbing the pain. It was interesting, he thought, the way the body worked. Natural analgesic in the saliva, though it worked better on cuts than it did on burns.
Turning back to the pan, he worked quickly, toasting the sausage-wrapped eggs quickly. The breadcrumbs turned a deep golden brown, a crispy crust forming around the outside. One by one he removed them, placing them on the baking tray before placing that tray in the oven. A timer set for 18 minutes, the oil poured into a tall aluminum can he kept for that specific purpose, and Connor sighed in contentment. “There. Finished.” Turning, he saw the sink full of dishes and sighed. “Okay. Maybe not quite finished.”
