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musetrash2011-10-02 03:43 am
hatestriangles) wrote in musetrash2011-10-02 03:43 am
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TLV APP // in progress
Character Name: Dr. Maura Isles
Series: Rizzoli & Isles
Age: Mid-thirties. Let's go with 36.
From When?: End of Season 1, Episode 9: The Beast In Me
Inmate/Warden: Warden, totally. Isles works closely with the police department and constantly pokes her nose into ongoing investigations. She's coming from a canon point where she's just found out that her biological father is a high-level mobster and she's partly here so that she can reassure herself that people can change or become better.
Item:
Abilities/Powers: [Remember that Inmates will have reduced powers]
Personality: [Please write at least 5 solid paragraphs. The more depth and detail, the better! Keep in mind that other players will use this section to determine if your character is a good match for potential Warden/Inmate pairings, and this may be their first exposure to your character. You might also include how they are going to react to the Barge. Please write this in complete sentences, and in paragraphs as you would in any normal area of the application. Do not divide into sections and label each with adjectives. This makes it seem choppy and harder to read.]
Path to Redemption: [(INMATES ONLY) Please outline possible ways a Warden can get through to them, possible triggers, methods, motives for them to change. This section can serve to give Warden players some idea of which route to take in working with your Inmate. While we don't expect every Inmate to become redeemed, they have to AT LEAST have potential for it. Irredeemable Inmates are not acceptable.]
History:
Sample Journal Entry: [5-10 Sentences]
Sample RP: [3-5 paragraphs, 3rd Person POV]
Special Notes: She's bringing her pet tortoise Bass--named for the founder of the Body Farm, naturally--onboard as well.
I want to believe that there is a scientific explanation for everything that happens. It isn’t fate that sends a bicyclist flying over the handlebars to her death; it’s because her front tire hit a frost heave and kinetic energy took over. Fate has nothing to do with it. Death is not a mystical process; it is organic. I find that comforting.
I knew, from an early age, that I was something of an odd duck. I was the child who hid out in her room for hours, reading, the child who dissected her dead pet mouse. I was the scholar, the accomplished pianist, the honor student. My parents understood that I was different, and although they were not people who'd crow loudly about anything, I always knew they were proud of me.
My devotion to logic and science drew me to the study of medicine. But soon after I began medical school, I realized that I wasn't meant to work with living patients. I wasn’t good at holding their hands, at ferreting out the unspoken emotional clues in their voices when they told me of their aches and pains. I can analyze x-rays and blood chemistries, I can slice open muscles and organs, but I possess no scalpel with which to dissect human emotions.
So I became a forensic pathologist.
Boston is my home now. These cold New England winters suit me, as does my job as medical examiner. But I have little in common with the Boston PD detectives with whom I work. I think some of them may even be afraid of me, because I see their wary glances and hear their whispers as I walk past. And I know what they call me behind my back:
“The Queen of the Dead.”
Series: Rizzoli & Isles
Age: Mid-thirties. Let's go with 36.
From When?: End of Season 1, Episode 9: The Beast In Me
Inmate/Warden: Warden, totally. Isles works closely with the police department and constantly pokes her nose into ongoing investigations. She's coming from a canon point where she's just found out that her biological father is a high-level mobster and she's partly here so that she can reassure herself that people can change or become better.
Item:
Abilities/Powers: [Remember that Inmates will have reduced powers]
Personality: [Please write at least 5 solid paragraphs. The more depth and detail, the better! Keep in mind that other players will use this section to determine if your character is a good match for potential Warden/Inmate pairings, and this may be their first exposure to your character. You might also include how they are going to react to the Barge. Please write this in complete sentences, and in paragraphs as you would in any normal area of the application. Do not divide into sections and label each with adjectives. This makes it seem choppy and harder to read.]
Path to Redemption: [(INMATES ONLY) Please outline possible ways a Warden can get through to them, possible triggers, methods, motives for them to change. This section can serve to give Warden players some idea of which route to take in working with your Inmate. While we don't expect every Inmate to become redeemed, they have to AT LEAST have potential for it. Irredeemable Inmates are not acceptable.]
History:
Sample Journal Entry: [5-10 Sentences]
Sample RP: [3-5 paragraphs, 3rd Person POV]
Special Notes: She's bringing her pet tortoise Bass--named for the founder of the Body Farm, naturally--onboard as well.
I want to believe that there is a scientific explanation for everything that happens. It isn’t fate that sends a bicyclist flying over the handlebars to her death; it’s because her front tire hit a frost heave and kinetic energy took over. Fate has nothing to do with it. Death is not a mystical process; it is organic. I find that comforting.
I knew, from an early age, that I was something of an odd duck. I was the child who hid out in her room for hours, reading, the child who dissected her dead pet mouse. I was the scholar, the accomplished pianist, the honor student. My parents understood that I was different, and although they were not people who'd crow loudly about anything, I always knew they were proud of me.
My devotion to logic and science drew me to the study of medicine. But soon after I began medical school, I realized that I wasn't meant to work with living patients. I wasn’t good at holding their hands, at ferreting out the unspoken emotional clues in their voices when they told me of their aches and pains. I can analyze x-rays and blood chemistries, I can slice open muscles and organs, but I possess no scalpel with which to dissect human emotions.
So I became a forensic pathologist.
Boston is my home now. These cold New England winters suit me, as does my job as medical examiner. But I have little in common with the Boston PD detectives with whom I work. I think some of them may even be afraid of me, because I see their wary glances and hear their whispers as I walk past. And I know what they call me behind my back:
“The Queen of the Dead.”