| PLAYER↴ Name: madi Contact: Other Characters: n/a CHARACTER↴ Character Name: June Darby Age: 40 Species: Human Canon: Transformers Prime Canon Point: After 3x7, “Plus One” Character Info: http://tfwiki.net/wiki/June_Darby Personality: June Darby is strong-willed and extremely protective. Having raised her son mostly on her own since her husband walked out on them, she’s had to fend for herself and has had to pick up the slack, doing the work of two parents. She pretty much always speaks her mind and is never afraid to voice her opinion; generally, pissing other people off isn’t enough of a concern to deter her, especially if she thinks she’s in the right. And she often does -- June has a tendency to believe she knows best, and it can be difficult to convince her otherwise when she’s got her mind set on something, but given evidence to the contrary she can usually be persuaded. She’s self-sufficient and has learned to rely largely on herself; she’s a real take-charge kinda woman who has no qualms with telling other people what to do and so she tends to assume leadership positions if no one else steps up to the plate, but she doesn’t mind following if she respects the person in charge. She can be pretty sassy and contrary, and while she’s not totally fearless, she’s pretty damn brave. Her years of experience as an ER nurse (and just, you know, being June Darby) has made her pretty level-headed -- she keeps her cool in a crisis, and she doesn’t panic easily, even when she’s thrown out of her comfort zone. She isn’t a wild out-of-the-box thinker, but when presented with something totally foreign, she’ll at least try to figure it out with a level head, even if she tends to jump to conclusions based on what she does know. Despite her capacity for being a hardass, she’s very much a caretaker -- not just as a mother and a nurse, but also as a friend. She loves her son and she gravitates towards kids or other people who are in need of a caretaker -- she’s definitely a mama hen type. June can be incredibly protective; she’d fight to the death for the people she cares about, especially if they’re kids -- especially if they’re her kid. June has a strong inner sense of responsibility, and she definitely feels responsible for those she loves and cares about, sometimes to a fault. She’s a pretty good listener when it comes down to it; she likes to give advice and help people through their problems. June is a hard worker; between her job as an ER nurse and single-handedly raising her teenage son, she pushes herself pretty hard by the end of the day. She has a tendency to get wound a little too tightly when she’s under stress -- sometimes she forgets to decompress and relax, and it occasionally gets the best of her. She gets snappy and impatient when she’s stretched too thin, which usually means she needs a night unwinding in front of the TV -- a little wine never hurt anyone, either. Abilities: Emergency medicine - June has been an ER nurse for over 15 years, so not only does she have the know-how, she has the experience to back it up, too. She doesn’t panic or rattle easily in high-pressure situations, and she knows how to improvise where necessary. CARNIVAL↴ Soul Colour: Green Ideal Jobs: Nurse Relevant Experience: Aforementioned 15+ years working in emergency rooms. She’s seen…a lot, okay. Reason for Joining: June is one of those unfortunate souls tricked into a contract, after being invited to play a bottle ring toss game and losing. She is pretty dang indignant about being tricked into this contract. SAMPLES↴ log sample Prose sample: (lovingly recycled) It's the announcement over the PA that wakes June up. She jolts upright, mistaking it at first for the last echoes of a bad dream. The room is poorly lit, dank, and the thick, musty smell of stagnant water chokes the air. She's disoriented for a moment, but the wet cling of her scrub pants to her skin tells her something she's sure she already knows: this is not where she went to sleep. She staggers to her feet, her sneakers squelching in muddy water, and when her feet almost slip on the uneven ground she realizes the room is tilted at an angle, a considerable portion of it already steeped in water, lapping at the floor. What is this -- some other base of MECH's? Something to do with the Decepticons? The room is empty save for her, although there's something chilling about the air that makes the hairs on the back of her neck rise. But there's a more pressing question than where she is -- where is her son? "Jack? Jack!" June's sneakers squeak and slip over the floor as she hurries to the only door of the room, grabbing at the knob -- but it won't open. Locked? Stuck? June doesn't know and she doesn't care. Her chest is going tight with alarm and worry, the fetal stirrings of panic brushing at the edge of her mind, and she braces her shoulder and rams it into the door. It rattles, but it doesn't open. "Someone -- anyone -- let me out of here!" |
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