Post by L. Malady on Jul 22, 2009 12:14:47 GMT -5
Name : Arielle Roisin
Alias : Doctor, Miss, Arielle, Roisin (typically a combination of any listed)
Gender : Female
Age : 28 years old, born December 22nd, 1981
Race : Caucasian
Sexuality : Sapiosexual
Marital Status : Single
Religion : Weak atheist, lightly considering Roman Catholicism
Hometown : Rosewood
Current Residence : Red Rose Insane Asylum, Rosewood
Occupation : Psychiatrist
Height : 5'7” in.
Weight : 136 lbs.
Body Type : More or less, her body is a relatively average thing. She has somewhat wide hips and long legs. Curvy.
Skin : Fair. Mildly tanned with a small smattering of freckles on her face. Flushes easily.
Eyes : A moderate shade of blue.
Hair : Somewhat dark red that falls down to the small of her back when she lets it down. Wavy. Usually, when she has time, she ties it back in a bun. Otherwise, she leaves it in a simple, sometimes messy ponytail.
Physical Description : On a larger scale, this woman's body does not deviate far from the average. She stands at an average height, an average weight. Yes, she may have a curved figure, and yes, she may have those long and lightly toned legs that many women covet, but she takes no particular pride in any of it. Her body simply is as it is, and to her, it is not a fantastic thing. This was reflected in her simple choice in clothes. Typically, she wears a lab coat, and on the odd occasion it gets cold in Rosewood, she rather favours an orange turtleneck that once belonged to her mother, paired with a dark pair of nondescript slacks and high heels. She has rather mastered the mysterious ways of the high heel, and rather frequently wears them around work.
In the way of makeup and the day-to-day routine of “primping,” she still does not seem to apply much effort. A light dappling of makeup (generally nothing more than a little eyeliner, foundation, and lip gloss) over her gently tanned, soft skin is usually the extent. Her hair receives a slight bit more attention; a little brushing, a wash when she has time. On her good days, she wears it down. On busy days, it tends to be in a bun, and when she very suddenly finds herself to be bombarded with work, a somewhat messy ponytail.
Voice : Soft, feminine, and bears a light French accent gained from her mother.
Personality : By and large, Arielle tends to come off as rather serious, often seeming to be cold at times. However, when with a patient, she is much more friendly and generally relaxed. In truth, this is the way she would always behave were it not for all the work she has to do, but unfortunately, there is always some conundrum, some problem with this or that that has to be solved and fixed accordingly. In what little spare time she has, she is lonely, and often turns to her pet rabbit for comfort. She wishes she could make a friend and be close to other people, and while she has had relationships in the past, she did not feel an intimate connection with her partners.
Likes : Being an intellectual person, Arielle likes to see similar signs of intelligence. She enjoys complex puzzles, challenges, and good mystery stories, and rather loves books in general. Sometimes she has an odd habit of reading to her beloved rabbit. She takes a simplistic pleasure in board games, especially Monopoly, checkers, and the occasional game of chess, which she admittedly is only a little above average at. She likes to interact with the patients, and play the aforementioned games with the more stable ones. Sometimes, she lets them win, but with the ones who have proven to be geniuses in their own right, she puts up her best effort. Nature is incredibly appealing to her, and she enjoys spending time in the garden during the day. She is very close to her father. Loves oldies music (she swoons particularly for Frank Sinatra), jazz, classical, orchestral, and symphonic, and rather likes formal dancing. Somewhat addicted to coffee, and occasionally finds that she needs it to function well, especially on early mornings and all-nighters.
Dislikes : Above all else, she despises feelings of helplessness, or the feeling of being incompetent in some way. The notion of being financially dependant on someone is...frustrating. Puzzles that she just can't solve vex her to no end, as she has a tendency to almost think herself to death in the process of being unable to find the answer. Almost all of the board of directors, so far as she can tell, are horrible people with horribly outdated practices. Fortunately, she is able to keep their influence at bay enough for her to use safe, humane procedures on patients under her capable care, and she takes a cold comfort in this while, from what seems to be the other side of the asylum, she can hear the sound of a drill starting up. Something about Dr. Dmitry simply rubs her the wrong way, and she is rather befuddled as to why his assistant seems to hate her. Although it may not have bothered her years ago, her lack of friends and intimate relationships in general has begun to get to her, but she isn't quite sure how she should start trying to...make friends.
Fears : Normally, Arielle doesn't fear much. Since coming to the asylum, though, she suddenly finds herself rather afraid of being alone in the dark. Although she takes comfort in the garden during the day, she feels rather uneasy being there at night, and gets a similar feeling in the basement. Occasionally, she may hear an odd, sometimes inhuman sound echoing throughout the halls of the asylum, and it terrifies her. Outside of these things, though, she fears humiliation and failure.
Family : Arthur Roisin, a wealthy businessman and skilled investor, and Bianca Edith Roisin (now deceased) who was a French immigrant.
History : Born on December 22nd, 1981 in Rosewood, under the roof of a natural birthing clinic, Arielle has, as a whole, led a rather normal life. Her childhood was largely uneventful. She attended public schools until the fourth grade, when she was enrolled into the newly opened boarding school. She was a remarkably intelligent little girl, and did very well academically (and in the few other activities she gave pursuit to, such as ballet), but suffered socially, in spite of her and her parents' best efforts. She wasn't outcast, per se, but indeed was not popular, and had few friends.
Unfortunately, a sudden, massive aneurysm took her mother when she was only 10. She was sad about it, but it was not a crippling grief. Arielle and her father were able to move on, as they knew the late Mrs. Roisin would have wanted. Her father proved to be rather unsuccessful with remarrying, and in time the two of them gave up on his finding a new wife. Arthur returned to business as usual, and Arielle continued her education, although she did wake up earlier than usual to make her father lunch, even if he could very well afford to buy something from somewhere.
The remainder of her schooling years were without event. She entered a prestigious college of medicine and psychiatry, earned her doctorate degree, and began a search for a job. Fortunately, the local asylum had been recently purchased by her father and one of his rich associates, and it was looking for employees...
Strengths : With an I.Q. of approximately 155, her intelligence has not worn with time. She is as sharp as ever, and she knows how to take control of a situation. Usually, even in the most hectic of happenings, she is able to keep her cool, and calms herself and others with graceful logic. Her voice seems to have a soothing effect on patients, and when paired with her delicate choice of words, her tongue can be quite the benign silver devil. Knows at least parts of a few other languages, especially French, as her mother taught her some when she was young. Physically speaking, she has slightly above average stamina, and can run quickly, even in high heels. She is quite flexible.
Weaknesses : She gets lonely rather easily, and finds herself on the threshold of depression if left in the state long enough. Over all, she is an average person with average weaknesses. When she is truly afraid, she more than likely will do stupid things. She tends to be a little too trusting in people at first, and once her trust has been broken by even the littlest thing, it is very difficult to rebuild the bridge. At times, she can be a little socially awkward, and because of this, she's afraid of being in social situations that are unrelated to work.
Extra Information :
Sample Post :
Click, clickclick. The clipping of her heels on the tiled floors of the facility echoed down the long halls. They were something of her signature noise, now, it seemed, especially when she rarely wore anything but high heels around the asylum these days. People could generally tell what was going on simply by judging the pace of the clicks, and today, she was busy. She was always busy, really, but today especially. There was a new patient entering the asylum, and she had to make ready everything for them before they joined the other patients of her wing.
Half of her mind was caught on first impressions, though. She had to look nice for them, to give them a warm welcome and make them feel relatively at home in such a strange place. There was a medication to attend to, as well. She only had their record, and she had to be ready for just about anything. Even if it wasn't on the record. Her fine brow was furrowed gently as she flipped through a clipboard stuffed with various papers she held, chewing idly on the inside of her pink lips.
Where did I put that paper? Having all but memorized the layout of the asylum by this point, she turned each corner without looking. The halls were empty, you could hear someone coming from a mile away at this point. Do I even have it in here? Unfortunately, when your attention is directed largely at a stack of papers...
You bump into things. People. The lanky boy cursed rather loudly as he stood up, brushing around the choppy strands of black hair, worn just short of a mop, in her opinion. "Watch where you're going, lady!" he barked.
"Oh! I'm sorry, Ming. I don't hear you coming," she hurriedly tried to apologize.
The seemingly bitter boy hissed something under his breath. She couldn't quite figure it out, but she figured it was for the best that she didn't. As he walked away, she picked her clipboard back up, as well as any stray papers that fell out, and stood up. The woman sighed softly, brushing her lab coat and orange ribbed turtle neck sweater (why was it always so cold here?) back down to look nice. "Uh, I forgive you, too," she she mumbled to herself, quickly falling back into her papers. Hopefully no one else would come along...at least most other people seemed to get along with her alright.
Now where did I put that paper...
Alias : Doctor, Miss, Arielle, Roisin (typically a combination of any listed)
Gender : Female
Age : 28 years old, born December 22nd, 1981
Race : Caucasian
Sexuality : Sapiosexual
Marital Status : Single
Religion : Weak atheist, lightly considering Roman Catholicism
Hometown : Rosewood
Current Residence : Red Rose Insane Asylum, Rosewood
Occupation : Psychiatrist
Height : 5'7” in.
Weight : 136 lbs.
Body Type : More or less, her body is a relatively average thing. She has somewhat wide hips and long legs. Curvy.
Skin : Fair. Mildly tanned with a small smattering of freckles on her face. Flushes easily.
Eyes : A moderate shade of blue.
Hair : Somewhat dark red that falls down to the small of her back when she lets it down. Wavy. Usually, when she has time, she ties it back in a bun. Otherwise, she leaves it in a simple, sometimes messy ponytail.
Physical Description : On a larger scale, this woman's body does not deviate far from the average. She stands at an average height, an average weight. Yes, she may have a curved figure, and yes, she may have those long and lightly toned legs that many women covet, but she takes no particular pride in any of it. Her body simply is as it is, and to her, it is not a fantastic thing. This was reflected in her simple choice in clothes. Typically, she wears a lab coat, and on the odd occasion it gets cold in Rosewood, she rather favours an orange turtleneck that once belonged to her mother, paired with a dark pair of nondescript slacks and high heels. She has rather mastered the mysterious ways of the high heel, and rather frequently wears them around work.
In the way of makeup and the day-to-day routine of “primping,” she still does not seem to apply much effort. A light dappling of makeup (generally nothing more than a little eyeliner, foundation, and lip gloss) over her gently tanned, soft skin is usually the extent. Her hair receives a slight bit more attention; a little brushing, a wash when she has time. On her good days, she wears it down. On busy days, it tends to be in a bun, and when she very suddenly finds herself to be bombarded with work, a somewhat messy ponytail.
Voice : Soft, feminine, and bears a light French accent gained from her mother.
Personality : By and large, Arielle tends to come off as rather serious, often seeming to be cold at times. However, when with a patient, she is much more friendly and generally relaxed. In truth, this is the way she would always behave were it not for all the work she has to do, but unfortunately, there is always some conundrum, some problem with this or that that has to be solved and fixed accordingly. In what little spare time she has, she is lonely, and often turns to her pet rabbit for comfort. She wishes she could make a friend and be close to other people, and while she has had relationships in the past, she did not feel an intimate connection with her partners.
Likes : Being an intellectual person, Arielle likes to see similar signs of intelligence. She enjoys complex puzzles, challenges, and good mystery stories, and rather loves books in general. Sometimes she has an odd habit of reading to her beloved rabbit. She takes a simplistic pleasure in board games, especially Monopoly, checkers, and the occasional game of chess, which she admittedly is only a little above average at. She likes to interact with the patients, and play the aforementioned games with the more stable ones. Sometimes, she lets them win, but with the ones who have proven to be geniuses in their own right, she puts up her best effort. Nature is incredibly appealing to her, and she enjoys spending time in the garden during the day. She is very close to her father. Loves oldies music (she swoons particularly for Frank Sinatra), jazz, classical, orchestral, and symphonic, and rather likes formal dancing. Somewhat addicted to coffee, and occasionally finds that she needs it to function well, especially on early mornings and all-nighters.
Dislikes : Above all else, she despises feelings of helplessness, or the feeling of being incompetent in some way. The notion of being financially dependant on someone is...frustrating. Puzzles that she just can't solve vex her to no end, as she has a tendency to almost think herself to death in the process of being unable to find the answer. Almost all of the board of directors, so far as she can tell, are horrible people with horribly outdated practices. Fortunately, she is able to keep their influence at bay enough for her to use safe, humane procedures on patients under her capable care, and she takes a cold comfort in this while, from what seems to be the other side of the asylum, she can hear the sound of a drill starting up. Something about Dr. Dmitry simply rubs her the wrong way, and she is rather befuddled as to why his assistant seems to hate her. Although it may not have bothered her years ago, her lack of friends and intimate relationships in general has begun to get to her, but she isn't quite sure how she should start trying to...make friends.
Fears : Normally, Arielle doesn't fear much. Since coming to the asylum, though, she suddenly finds herself rather afraid of being alone in the dark. Although she takes comfort in the garden during the day, she feels rather uneasy being there at night, and gets a similar feeling in the basement. Occasionally, she may hear an odd, sometimes inhuman sound echoing throughout the halls of the asylum, and it terrifies her. Outside of these things, though, she fears humiliation and failure.
Family : Arthur Roisin, a wealthy businessman and skilled investor, and Bianca Edith Roisin (now deceased) who was a French immigrant.
History : Born on December 22nd, 1981 in Rosewood, under the roof of a natural birthing clinic, Arielle has, as a whole, led a rather normal life. Her childhood was largely uneventful. She attended public schools until the fourth grade, when she was enrolled into the newly opened boarding school. She was a remarkably intelligent little girl, and did very well academically (and in the few other activities she gave pursuit to, such as ballet), but suffered socially, in spite of her and her parents' best efforts. She wasn't outcast, per se, but indeed was not popular, and had few friends.
Unfortunately, a sudden, massive aneurysm took her mother when she was only 10. She was sad about it, but it was not a crippling grief. Arielle and her father were able to move on, as they knew the late Mrs. Roisin would have wanted. Her father proved to be rather unsuccessful with remarrying, and in time the two of them gave up on his finding a new wife. Arthur returned to business as usual, and Arielle continued her education, although she did wake up earlier than usual to make her father lunch, even if he could very well afford to buy something from somewhere.
The remainder of her schooling years were without event. She entered a prestigious college of medicine and psychiatry, earned her doctorate degree, and began a search for a job. Fortunately, the local asylum had been recently purchased by her father and one of his rich associates, and it was looking for employees...
Strengths : With an I.Q. of approximately 155, her intelligence has not worn with time. She is as sharp as ever, and she knows how to take control of a situation. Usually, even in the most hectic of happenings, she is able to keep her cool, and calms herself and others with graceful logic. Her voice seems to have a soothing effect on patients, and when paired with her delicate choice of words, her tongue can be quite the benign silver devil. Knows at least parts of a few other languages, especially French, as her mother taught her some when she was young. Physically speaking, she has slightly above average stamina, and can run quickly, even in high heels. She is quite flexible.
Weaknesses : She gets lonely rather easily, and finds herself on the threshold of depression if left in the state long enough. Over all, she is an average person with average weaknesses. When she is truly afraid, she more than likely will do stupid things. She tends to be a little too trusting in people at first, and once her trust has been broken by even the littlest thing, it is very difficult to rebuild the bridge. At times, she can be a little socially awkward, and because of this, she's afraid of being in social situations that are unrelated to work.
Extra Information :
- She has a pet rabbit named Sweetie.
- She has a habit of chewing on things. Typically, she satisfies this with gum, but if there is none present, she chews on her inner lip.
Sample Post :
Click, clickclick. The clipping of her heels on the tiled floors of the facility echoed down the long halls. They were something of her signature noise, now, it seemed, especially when she rarely wore anything but high heels around the asylum these days. People could generally tell what was going on simply by judging the pace of the clicks, and today, she was busy. She was always busy, really, but today especially. There was a new patient entering the asylum, and she had to make ready everything for them before they joined the other patients of her wing.
Half of her mind was caught on first impressions, though. She had to look nice for them, to give them a warm welcome and make them feel relatively at home in such a strange place. There was a medication to attend to, as well. She only had their record, and she had to be ready for just about anything. Even if it wasn't on the record. Her fine brow was furrowed gently as she flipped through a clipboard stuffed with various papers she held, chewing idly on the inside of her pink lips.
Where did I put that paper? Having all but memorized the layout of the asylum by this point, she turned each corner without looking. The halls were empty, you could hear someone coming from a mile away at this point. Do I even have it in here? Unfortunately, when your attention is directed largely at a stack of papers...
You bump into things. People. The lanky boy cursed rather loudly as he stood up, brushing around the choppy strands of black hair, worn just short of a mop, in her opinion. "Watch where you're going, lady!" he barked.
"Oh! I'm sorry, Ming. I don't hear you coming," she hurriedly tried to apologize.
The seemingly bitter boy hissed something under his breath. She couldn't quite figure it out, but she figured it was for the best that she didn't. As he walked away, she picked her clipboard back up, as well as any stray papers that fell out, and stood up. The woman sighed softly, brushing her lab coat and orange ribbed turtle neck sweater (why was it always so cold here?) back down to look nice. "Uh, I forgive you, too," she she mumbled to herself, quickly falling back into her papers. Hopefully no one else would come along...at least most other people seemed to get along with her alright.
Now where did I put that paper...