Post by Shatsu on Nov 18, 2006 20:38:16 GMT -5
Name: Shatsu (don’t ask)
Age: 17
How you found Anomaly: Google
How long you have been roleplaying: two years (forum), five years (chatroom)
The Character
Name: Sandra Buchanan
Gender: Female
Age: 28
Race: Caucasian
How long have they been at St. Mary's? : 34 days
Position: Writer on Isadora’s team (I can change it if that’s not okay)
Training: three published books. One Historical Fiction, one Fantasy, one Literary Criticism. Has also published many short stories and poems on the side. Her short stories are regularly printed in Mystic Forest, a monthly magazine of fantasy short stories
Appearance: Sandra has dark brown hair, usually pulled out of her face in a low ponytail or braid. If she’s feeling creative, she might make an interesting-looking bun, but this is rare. She has intense dark brown eyes that scrutinize anyone from behind her frameless glasses. She is a little nearsighted, and usually is found wearing these. If not, she has to shove her face into whatever she’s trying to read or write, a terrible inconvenience for an author. Sandra tans easily in the sun and never burns, thanks to her mother, a Hawaiian native. Her father’s roots can be traced back to Italy, Germany and Poland, so she has a nice variety in her genes. Sandra isn’t terribly tall, standing at 5’5” when she’s not wearing her heels, and prefers to dress in a professional-looking white shirt, sometimes with a little dark jacket over it, and a dark gray skirt that reaches to just above her knees. She is a vegetarian, and of slim build.
Personality: Sandra in reality is the opposite of what one might assume from her stories. She’s extremely cut-and-dry, preferring to know just the facts; she’ll embellish them later. Sandra is most certainly a cynic, and her critical view on everything can be frustrating at times, but behind her sharp tongue is a loving wife and mother. Sandra won’t give any slack or special treatment to anyone for any reason save absolute necessity. Obviously, she recognizes that some people, especially the patients at St. Mary’s, need treatment that is slightly different from everyone else, but she recognizes the extent of special treatment they deserve, and won’t give them even a cent more than this.
History:
Sandra Bauer published her first novel, My Daddy was a Hero, at age 20, in the middle of college. She achieved this fate mostly by neglecting four out of six classes she was taking. The exceptions were Literature and History. It was a Historical Fiction, so she had to make sure she knew her history. The novel never really made it big, though it didn’t do bad at all as far as sales. However, she was still relatively unknown in the writing business, until her next novel, a revolutionary and charming piece of fantasy titled The Blood-Stained Cloak, was published four years later. That book really set off her career, and it was actually in the middle of a promotional book-signing event that she met the man that would become her husband, a Mr. Oliver Buchanan.
As a joke, and seeing as she found him rather handsome, the signature in his book included her phone number. She never really expected him to call, so when he did, she couldn’t very well turn him down for a date. 21 months after the signing, she took the vows to marry him, but couldn’t resist the occasional witty comment muttered under her breath. Oliver tried his hardest for appearance’s sake not to burst out laughing in the middle of the ceremony. Eleven months after they married, Sandra gave birth to a handsome young boy, named Brian Armand (Oliver stubbornly held out that he’d never allow his son’s first name to be Armand). Sandra had published her literary criticism book, The Gods of American Poets, during the pregnancy. Many still contend that her pregnant mood swings made for some of the more vicious remarks in it, not realizing that that’s how she acts normally.
When Brian was two years old, and Sandra was about to give in to her publisher to write a new novel, based on an idea she’d been chewing over for half a year, she heard about St. Mary’s from a friend, and immediately investigated. First scouring the libraries, and then the internet, she learned of its dark past, and how it had recently opened its doors once again. One article she found even went on to say, “However, the doctors at St. Mary’s are perplexed at certain unusual behaviors and events that have transpired since its reopening. Several doctors resigned working there, opting to transfer to other nearby asylums. Recently, Doctor Isadora Vivax, a Yale graduate in literature and psychology, decided to join the staff, to try and solve these anomalies. Since then, no word has been heard from St. Mary’s asylum, and it is assumed conditions have improved slightly….” This most certainly intrigued her, and, thinking to get inspiration for a new novel, Sandra decided to move to the town beside which the asylum was located, and upon going there to investigate, found more than she’d bargained for, and was convinced to work for Isadora. Her husband moved to their new house a couple weeks later, though not without arguing, bribery, and exasperation.
Your character loves:
Sleeping late
Writing novels
Expresso
Cinnamon rolls
Stargazing
Traditions
Hates:
Spoiled children
Spoiled adults
Loud noises
Idiotic politicians
Her alarm clock
Horribly-written novels
Home Town: Greenville, Wisconsin
Sample:
Sandra was typing up her next story for The Mystic Forest, this one about a boy that thought he was insane. It turned out that the voices he heard everywhere were sprites that had decided to follow him around, and lead him in loops through the forest. Eventually he’s eaten by a troll that starred in her last story.
She heard shouting down the corridor, and sighed. Time to save her work, and begin on correcting the next butchered piece of literature they’d inevitably give to her to fix. What would it be this time? Poe? Homer? Perhaps one of the Brontes? Sandra sighed as she waited, counting the seconds. “15….16…17… ooh, this one must be troubling…. 22…23…24…” her door burst open, as expected. “Who popped up out of nowhere this time?” she asked, looking to the doctor’s face. As she did, her heart skipped a beat. Such a look of terror… “Who is it?!” she demanded. “Miss Buchanan…it’s….”
BEEP! BEEP!! BEEP!! BEEP!!
Sandra’s alarm clock abruptly awoke her, right at the most suspenseful part of her dream. She screamed in frustration, anger, and pent-up anxiety from her dream, slamming the Snooze button down as hard as she could and causing her husband and child to both awake, Oliver with a gasp, and Brian screaming his lungs out.
“Go get our son to shut up.” She said darkly. Her husband hurried to obey. Sandra got out of bed, quite irritated at her alarm clock. Time for her shower, a cup of expresso with a bagel, and then off to work. She’d take Brian with her today, and hope that he wasn’t going to raise a fuss. That, and that she would actually get time to work on her short story, about a love affair between a drow and a fae. She really needed to get it done soon; the deadline was quickly approaching.
With those pleasant thoughts, she turned on the hot water and stepped in. Another day, another alarm clock not demolished, another hot expresso that would be waiting, another story to write, another child to take care of…. Welcome to Sandra’s life. May we take your order?
Age: 17
How you found Anomaly: Google
How long you have been roleplaying: two years (forum), five years (chatroom)
The Character
Name: Sandra Buchanan
Gender: Female
Age: 28
Race: Caucasian
How long have they been at St. Mary's? : 34 days
Position: Writer on Isadora’s team (I can change it if that’s not okay)
Training: three published books. One Historical Fiction, one Fantasy, one Literary Criticism. Has also published many short stories and poems on the side. Her short stories are regularly printed in Mystic Forest, a monthly magazine of fantasy short stories
Appearance: Sandra has dark brown hair, usually pulled out of her face in a low ponytail or braid. If she’s feeling creative, she might make an interesting-looking bun, but this is rare. She has intense dark brown eyes that scrutinize anyone from behind her frameless glasses. She is a little nearsighted, and usually is found wearing these. If not, she has to shove her face into whatever she’s trying to read or write, a terrible inconvenience for an author. Sandra tans easily in the sun and never burns, thanks to her mother, a Hawaiian native. Her father’s roots can be traced back to Italy, Germany and Poland, so she has a nice variety in her genes. Sandra isn’t terribly tall, standing at 5’5” when she’s not wearing her heels, and prefers to dress in a professional-looking white shirt, sometimes with a little dark jacket over it, and a dark gray skirt that reaches to just above her knees. She is a vegetarian, and of slim build.
Personality: Sandra in reality is the opposite of what one might assume from her stories. She’s extremely cut-and-dry, preferring to know just the facts; she’ll embellish them later. Sandra is most certainly a cynic, and her critical view on everything can be frustrating at times, but behind her sharp tongue is a loving wife and mother. Sandra won’t give any slack or special treatment to anyone for any reason save absolute necessity. Obviously, she recognizes that some people, especially the patients at St. Mary’s, need treatment that is slightly different from everyone else, but she recognizes the extent of special treatment they deserve, and won’t give them even a cent more than this.
History:
Sandra Bauer published her first novel, My Daddy was a Hero, at age 20, in the middle of college. She achieved this fate mostly by neglecting four out of six classes she was taking. The exceptions were Literature and History. It was a Historical Fiction, so she had to make sure she knew her history. The novel never really made it big, though it didn’t do bad at all as far as sales. However, she was still relatively unknown in the writing business, until her next novel, a revolutionary and charming piece of fantasy titled The Blood-Stained Cloak, was published four years later. That book really set off her career, and it was actually in the middle of a promotional book-signing event that she met the man that would become her husband, a Mr. Oliver Buchanan.
As a joke, and seeing as she found him rather handsome, the signature in his book included her phone number. She never really expected him to call, so when he did, she couldn’t very well turn him down for a date. 21 months after the signing, she took the vows to marry him, but couldn’t resist the occasional witty comment muttered under her breath. Oliver tried his hardest for appearance’s sake not to burst out laughing in the middle of the ceremony. Eleven months after they married, Sandra gave birth to a handsome young boy, named Brian Armand (Oliver stubbornly held out that he’d never allow his son’s first name to be Armand). Sandra had published her literary criticism book, The Gods of American Poets, during the pregnancy. Many still contend that her pregnant mood swings made for some of the more vicious remarks in it, not realizing that that’s how she acts normally.
When Brian was two years old, and Sandra was about to give in to her publisher to write a new novel, based on an idea she’d been chewing over for half a year, she heard about St. Mary’s from a friend, and immediately investigated. First scouring the libraries, and then the internet, she learned of its dark past, and how it had recently opened its doors once again. One article she found even went on to say, “However, the doctors at St. Mary’s are perplexed at certain unusual behaviors and events that have transpired since its reopening. Several doctors resigned working there, opting to transfer to other nearby asylums. Recently, Doctor Isadora Vivax, a Yale graduate in literature and psychology, decided to join the staff, to try and solve these anomalies. Since then, no word has been heard from St. Mary’s asylum, and it is assumed conditions have improved slightly….” This most certainly intrigued her, and, thinking to get inspiration for a new novel, Sandra decided to move to the town beside which the asylum was located, and upon going there to investigate, found more than she’d bargained for, and was convinced to work for Isadora. Her husband moved to their new house a couple weeks later, though not without arguing, bribery, and exasperation.
Your character loves:
Sleeping late
Writing novels
Expresso
Cinnamon rolls
Stargazing
Traditions
Hates:
Spoiled children
Spoiled adults
Loud noises
Idiotic politicians
Her alarm clock
Horribly-written novels
Home Town: Greenville, Wisconsin
Sample:
Sandra was typing up her next story for The Mystic Forest, this one about a boy that thought he was insane. It turned out that the voices he heard everywhere were sprites that had decided to follow him around, and lead him in loops through the forest. Eventually he’s eaten by a troll that starred in her last story.
She heard shouting down the corridor, and sighed. Time to save her work, and begin on correcting the next butchered piece of literature they’d inevitably give to her to fix. What would it be this time? Poe? Homer? Perhaps one of the Brontes? Sandra sighed as she waited, counting the seconds. “15….16…17… ooh, this one must be troubling…. 22…23…24…” her door burst open, as expected. “Who popped up out of nowhere this time?” she asked, looking to the doctor’s face. As she did, her heart skipped a beat. Such a look of terror… “Who is it?!” she demanded. “Miss Buchanan…it’s….”
BEEP! BEEP!! BEEP!! BEEP!!
Sandra’s alarm clock abruptly awoke her, right at the most suspenseful part of her dream. She screamed in frustration, anger, and pent-up anxiety from her dream, slamming the Snooze button down as hard as she could and causing her husband and child to both awake, Oliver with a gasp, and Brian screaming his lungs out.
“Go get our son to shut up.” She said darkly. Her husband hurried to obey. Sandra got out of bed, quite irritated at her alarm clock. Time for her shower, a cup of expresso with a bagel, and then off to work. She’d take Brian with her today, and hope that he wasn’t going to raise a fuss. That, and that she would actually get time to work on her short story, about a love affair between a drow and a fae. She really needed to get it done soon; the deadline was quickly approaching.
With those pleasant thoughts, she turned on the hot water and stepped in. Another day, another alarm clock not demolished, another hot expresso that would be waiting, another story to write, another child to take care of…. Welcome to Sandra’s life. May we take your order?
