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Name: Ashley.
Contact: Plurk
Timezone: Eastern.
Current Characters: None!
IC
Name:
Canon/Medium: Fringe (TV Show).
Canon/Medium Point of Origination: Season 3 Alternate Olivia Dunham before the timeline reset.
Age/Sex: 28, female.
History Link: Alternate Olivia Dunham's history until Season 3.
Appearance: Standing tall at 5’7”, Olivia is no Amazonian, but she is far from a petite, dainty female. Her somewhat pale face is framed by her reddish brown locks and fringe bangs, complimented by luminous sea green eyes. Her hair is relatively long, climbing down her back to touch her shoulder blades. She is commonly found in black attire with a black leather jacket while working or on business, however her casual attire is commonly multicolored and vibrant.
Special Abilities: Received an Olympic medal for marksmanship.
SAMPLES
Sample Network Post: I have memories. It seems that they are so close to me, that they must be me… and yet they are not truly mine, are they? I feel as though they are so close to me, so connected… and yet they are not my own, or so I am told. I don’t understand how I could have such strong maternal feelings toward a son that didn’t come from my body. I have a hard time believing this. I guess once you (or your “original”) have infiltrated an alternate universe and made them all believe you were someone else for a time, you have a hard time believing anything of which you are not completely sure. Believe nothing of what you hear and half of what you see, right?
I suppose while I’m here, whether this me is me or just some clone who has no actual history or emotion, I should make the best of things. I have this yearning to return to a life that I remember. I can’t help but wanting to see this boy that is my son, but I feel like it must be my mind deceiving me. He is a boy that I think is my son. He is not my own. Lovely.
I have feelings of longing that make no sense to me if they are not connected to my actual experiences. I miss my apartment. I miss my bed. I miss my mom’s cooking... Does anyone else miss things? Or do they feel disconnected? Do all of you just accept that you were thrust into a life that you may not have necessarily asked for? I feel like this is tumultuous and uncontrollable. I like to be in control, and be aware of what is going on. For the first time in a long time, I feel as though I don’t know what cards I have been dealt.
I know it's been a long time since I was ... created. I just wish I could find out if my son ... if her son ... if he's alive, if he survived the epidemic. He's probably gone, but I still find myself wondering.
Sample Prose Post: Click, click, click. It sounded as though someone was clicking a pen, or perhaps tapping their heel on the floor in the living area. Olivia could not stand repetitive sounds. Regardless, this place was still relatively unfamiliar, and it was extraordinarily humid compared to the north east part of North America… at least from what she believes she remembers. She ran a hand through her reddish brown locks, frustrated at her current predicament. She remembered worse than this, or so she believes, when she was held captive during her pregnancy. However, this did not feel like a home. They were free to come and go after evaluation, supposedly, but they did not choose to live here, or even choose to be cloned.
She had no idea if perhaps the epidemic was something the Fringe division would have investigated some years ago while her original counterpart was alive. As she relaxed, draped across her assigned bed, she could not help but wonder if her ‘original’ was alive. How awkward it would be to run into herself. It was bad enough meeting herself from an alternate universe, but to meet herself, with no differences… the same exact marksmanship, the same sarcastic remarks, the same feelings… it would be awkward.
She glanced at the journal beside her bed. She had decided that it would be best to record her thoughts in order to try to make sure they had continuity. If they weren’t her own, then her own mind could easily deceive her. Now, however, with the incessant repetitive noise that would not seemingly stop, she decided a better idea would be to simply roll over. Sleep would be appreciated. This had not been exactly the easiest idea to accept, and it was causing her a reasonable amount of stress.
“Another day,” she mumbled as she thought of the journal, making herself comfortable under her blanket as she slowly drifted into slumber.
PERSONALITY
- How does your character feel about what he/she is doing with his or her life? Are they satisfied, or do they feel like they are waiting for something better?
Olivia was quite satisfied being a Fringe agent. However, upon finding out that life was a lie, and that she is a clone of the person she believes to be, she has begun to question the meaning of her own belief system and what it means that she has memories of affection for her fellow Fringe agents and more importantly, maternal instincts toward the son she (feels as though) she once had. She finds the transition from a life where she felt completely in control to one where she feels as though she was created and is being used for a purpose difficult. She feels almost like a commodity rather than an individual.
- Does your character feel that s/he is the most important person in someone else's life? If yes: is the person male or female? How does your character know s/he is the most important?
Olivia believes she, or the person from which she was created, is the most important person to the boy, Henry, whom she knows as her son. His father was no longer involved in her timeline, and although he had a father figure, she is troubled by the thought that the boy may not have survived the plague. She is just as troubled with the fact that she may never see him, and that she may have no rights or no way to find him.
- Describe how your character would thank another. Does s/he jump on the opportunity?
Olivia is quick to thank someone for a gift, or even perhaps a small bit of constructive criticism. However, she can be a little too self-assured and at times even a bit pompous, and she despises being corrected. When she views someone who may be trying to help as someone who is trying to insinuate that she is wrong, her attitude can quickly change to be a little more condescending and less than appreciative. She would prefer to control situations in her own hands and go with her intuition and gut instinct rather than rely on someone else to make a judgement call.
- Describe an important task that your character was responsible for. Did they abandon the task or stick with it to completion?
In her ‘previous life’, Olivia was responsible for masquerading as another version of herself in order to retrieve important machine parts that would be of use to her division/universe. She was forced to attempt to hide obviously different parts of herself, such as dying her hair blonde, and pretending to be someone with photographic memory when she herself did not have that ability. She continued with the task until it became, in an instant, painfully obvious that she was an impersonator, and then abandoned the mission temporarily for the sake of saving herself.
- Describe a situation where your character deliberately hurt someone or destroyed property that does not belong to them. What was their justification? Are they stricken by remorse?
While playing doppelganger in another universe, Olivia caused emotional distress to the other version of herself by assimilating into her life, living in her home, and becoming romantically linked with the other Olivia’s partner in the Fringe division, Peter. Olivia justified that she needed to remain close in order to not be discovered, but finally had to admit to herself that she had developed feelings that were compromising the mission. Had she not been in Peter’s bed, her mission may not have been aborted. She became pregnant with his son. She is not particularly remorseful because without making that decision she would never have become pregnant, and she is fully devoted to being a good mother to her son … or was, in her original life pre-cloning.
Name: Ashley.
Contact: Plurk
Timezone: Eastern.
Current Characters: None!
IC
Name:
Canon/Medium: Fringe (TV Show).
Canon/Medium Point of Origination: Season 3 Alternate Olivia Dunham before the timeline reset.
Age/Sex: 28, female.
History Link: Alternate Olivia Dunham's history until Season 3.
Appearance: Standing tall at 5’7”, Olivia is no Amazonian, but she is far from a petite, dainty female. Her somewhat pale face is framed by her reddish brown locks and fringe bangs, complimented by luminous sea green eyes. Her hair is relatively long, climbing down her back to touch her shoulder blades. She is commonly found in black attire with a black leather jacket while working or on business, however her casual attire is commonly multicolored and vibrant.
Special Abilities: Received an Olympic medal for marksmanship.
SAMPLES
Sample Network Post: I have memories. It seems that they are so close to me, that they must be me… and yet they are not truly mine, are they? I feel as though they are so close to me, so connected… and yet they are not my own, or so I am told. I don’t understand how I could have such strong maternal feelings toward a son that didn’t come from my body. I have a hard time believing this. I guess once you (or your “original”) have infiltrated an alternate universe and made them all believe you were someone else for a time, you have a hard time believing anything of which you are not completely sure. Believe nothing of what you hear and half of what you see, right?
I suppose while I’m here, whether this me is me or just some clone who has no actual history or emotion, I should make the best of things. I have this yearning to return to a life that I remember. I can’t help but wanting to see this boy that is my son, but I feel like it must be my mind deceiving me. He is a boy that I think is my son. He is not my own. Lovely.
I have feelings of longing that make no sense to me if they are not connected to my actual experiences. I miss my apartment. I miss my bed. I miss my mom’s cooking... Does anyone else miss things? Or do they feel disconnected? Do all of you just accept that you were thrust into a life that you may not have necessarily asked for? I feel like this is tumultuous and uncontrollable. I like to be in control, and be aware of what is going on. For the first time in a long time, I feel as though I don’t know what cards I have been dealt.
I know it's been a long time since I was ... created. I just wish I could find out if my son ... if her son ... if he's alive, if he survived the epidemic. He's probably gone, but I still find myself wondering.
Sample Prose Post: Click, click, click. It sounded as though someone was clicking a pen, or perhaps tapping their heel on the floor in the living area. Olivia could not stand repetitive sounds. Regardless, this place was still relatively unfamiliar, and it was extraordinarily humid compared to the north east part of North America… at least from what she believes she remembers. She ran a hand through her reddish brown locks, frustrated at her current predicament. She remembered worse than this, or so she believes, when she was held captive during her pregnancy. However, this did not feel like a home. They were free to come and go after evaluation, supposedly, but they did not choose to live here, or even choose to be cloned.
She had no idea if perhaps the epidemic was something the Fringe division would have investigated some years ago while her original counterpart was alive. As she relaxed, draped across her assigned bed, she could not help but wonder if her ‘original’ was alive. How awkward it would be to run into herself. It was bad enough meeting herself from an alternate universe, but to meet herself, with no differences… the same exact marksmanship, the same sarcastic remarks, the same feelings… it would be awkward.
She glanced at the journal beside her bed. She had decided that it would be best to record her thoughts in order to try to make sure they had continuity. If they weren’t her own, then her own mind could easily deceive her. Now, however, with the incessant repetitive noise that would not seemingly stop, she decided a better idea would be to simply roll over. Sleep would be appreciated. This had not been exactly the easiest idea to accept, and it was causing her a reasonable amount of stress.
“Another day,” she mumbled as she thought of the journal, making herself comfortable under her blanket as she slowly drifted into slumber.
PERSONALITY
- How does your character feel about what he/she is doing with his or her life? Are they satisfied, or do they feel like they are waiting for something better?
Olivia was quite satisfied being a Fringe agent. However, upon finding out that life was a lie, and that she is a clone of the person she believes to be, she has begun to question the meaning of her own belief system and what it means that she has memories of affection for her fellow Fringe agents and more importantly, maternal instincts toward the son she (feels as though) she once had. She finds the transition from a life where she felt completely in control to one where she feels as though she was created and is being used for a purpose difficult. She feels almost like a commodity rather than an individual.
- Does your character feel that s/he is the most important person in someone else's life? If yes: is the person male or female? How does your character know s/he is the most important?
Olivia believes she, or the person from which she was created, is the most important person to the boy, Henry, whom she knows as her son. His father was no longer involved in her timeline, and although he had a father figure, she is troubled by the thought that the boy may not have survived the plague. She is just as troubled with the fact that she may never see him, and that she may have no rights or no way to find him.
- Describe how your character would thank another. Does s/he jump on the opportunity?
Olivia is quick to thank someone for a gift, or even perhaps a small bit of constructive criticism. However, she can be a little too self-assured and at times even a bit pompous, and she despises being corrected. When she views someone who may be trying to help as someone who is trying to insinuate that she is wrong, her attitude can quickly change to be a little more condescending and less than appreciative. She would prefer to control situations in her own hands and go with her intuition and gut instinct rather than rely on someone else to make a judgement call.
- Describe an important task that your character was responsible for. Did they abandon the task or stick with it to completion?
In her ‘previous life’, Olivia was responsible for masquerading as another version of herself in order to retrieve important machine parts that would be of use to her division/universe. She was forced to attempt to hide obviously different parts of herself, such as dying her hair blonde, and pretending to be someone with photographic memory when she herself did not have that ability. She continued with the task until it became, in an instant, painfully obvious that she was an impersonator, and then abandoned the mission temporarily for the sake of saving herself.
- Describe a situation where your character deliberately hurt someone or destroyed property that does not belong to them. What was their justification? Are they stricken by remorse?
While playing doppelganger in another universe, Olivia caused emotional distress to the other version of herself by assimilating into her life, living in her home, and becoming romantically linked with the other Olivia’s partner in the Fringe division, Peter. Olivia justified that she needed to remain close in order to not be discovered, but finally had to admit to herself that she had developed feelings that were compromising the mission. Had she not been in Peter’s bed, her mission may not have been aborted. She became pregnant with his son. She is not particularly remorseful because without making that decision she would never have become pregnant, and she is fully devoted to being a good mother to her son … or was, in her original life pre-cloning.
