[APPROVED] Fiona Gallagher May 31, 2010 17:29:32 GMT -6
Post by Fiona Gallagher on May 31, 2010 17:29:32 GMT -6
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OOC Information (Player Information)
Player Age: 18
Character Name: Fiona Ophelia Gallagher
Played By: Emmy Rossum
PB Image Link: Picture of Fiona
Character Age: 17
Character Birthday: March 13, 1993
The current IC year is 2010
Character Grade: 12th (senior)
Place of Birth: Manhattan, NY
Character Clique: Artists (but more of the personality of a Hobbyist)
Character Resources: Middle Class Americana
Character Personality: Fiona seems bland to begin with, like the typical goody-two-shoes in the school environment. Like all dispositions, this shifts depending on surroundings. While onstage, she seems fearless, but is also rather pompous, because she doesn't know what real acting is yet. When around her friends, however few and far between they are, she is much more comfortable, lacking that school-faced ways she has and is known for around classmates. She's a lot more casual; flexible, and is loyal to a fault. Even so, some would say her sex drive is underdeveloped, but that's only because she's passionately focused on her future, not sex. In spite of that, she still wonders...
Fiona is a very intense feeler, sometimes appearing a little too sensitive. Her temper can be explosive: a great contrast to her regularly shy persona. She's supposed to come off as a little Mary Sue-ish, but that's only skin-deep.
Reputation: Fiona has a very small reputation, only because she's not very widely known. She's seen as the arrogant, coy wanna-be actress who hides behind the one or two popular kids she happens to know. She's very school-dedicated compared to the other kids, but wants desperately to change this image. She wants to venture into the "bad girl" side of herself, but struggles with the "how."
- movie nights
- cute boys
- changes/threats to routine
- people who blow off school
- dancing (it's embarrassing)
- talking about sex
- people negating her potential
- loyalty (w/ friends)
- sense of self (confident in femininity, schoolwork, personality--most of the time)
- analyzation/thought process --> very thorough; self-conscious
- acting (not really that good)
- dares/people who challenge her
- sex/letting herself go
- twirls hair
- bites pencils
- people who blow off school
- whores (*shrugs* shit happens, y'know?)
She had a relatively average childhood. Born in Manhattan; Connor and Lucica haven't even realized their daughter is on the brink of a personal sexual revolution.
Fiona grew up with strong relationships with her parents. Over time, she developed a firmer bond with her mother, not wanting to get too close to her father since she was always afraid of losing him in a fire, hating the risks his career ensued. A spritely child, vivacious and full of life, she was a blatant sign of performing arts, but wasn't at all very talkative.
Even as a child she wasn't very outgoing. Sure, she had that bold confidence where she wasn't afraid to approach people she had a problem with, but when it came to taking a step toward things that enticed her? She always had a problem, and it's only gotten worse as she's been in the bright lights of the high school stage.
She's been socially awkward so far in her high school career, and who knows it that's going to change...?
Father: Connor, fireman, weak relationship
Mother: Lucica, medical field worker, strong (but dwindling) relationship
Period 1: Biology, Dr. Galvin
Period 2: Choir, Mr. Mathis
Period 3: PE, Coach Montgomery
Period 4: Psychology, Mrs. Calderon
Period 5: World Literature, Mr. Black
Period 6: FREE PERIOD
Period 7: Drama, Mr. Barlow
Period 8: World History, Mr. Sosa
Club Memberships: Drama Club
"You can sit up now."
It was difficult, but she pried her eyes open, sitting up on the examination table and almost immediately crossing her legs, embarrassed eyes dancing around before settling on the floor, purposely evading eye contact with the doctor. In a nervous, expectant manner her lips pursed for only a fraction of a second, tucking away a piece of hair behind an ear. As if waiting to hear bad news, her heart thumped wildly. Though it was mere seconds, a lifetime had encompassed her brain, festering in every crevice and space, smothering it until it was completely consumed.
"Everything's perfectly fine."
Jarring her out of her imaginary scenarios, the doctor's voice was soft, velvety. Fiona's brows pulled together in a confused, troubled state. "Are you sure?" she inquired, often very soft-spoken and almost muttered. A little incredulous, as if the doctor was sure to be lying to her, she leaned closer some.
The doctor appeared to be amused, but a knowing look came over her face. "Any irregularity in a girl your age is completely normal. There are a lot of factors, and stress is a big one. Your mother tells me you're quite the student." This induced a timid, flustered smile as Fiona dipped her head down. "Have you been under any more stress than usual lately?"
After thinking on it a minute, pensive glance only lasting a few beats, she replied, "I don't think so."
Seemingly skeptical, the doctor added, "Well, just to be safe, I want to put you on a birth control regimen. The hormones will help you regulate your period." She threw the words away casually, as if they had no reason to upset the one actually experiencing the irregularity. Though her head was down, making miscellaneous marks in her documents, her eyes sprang up as she questioned lazily, "You're not sexually active, are you?"
Taken aback, the teen's eyes widened a fraction, and she shook her head, pivoting it to glance away. Then a thought struck her. "I'm sorry, but," she cut in, angling her head to try to meet the doctor's eye, "why did you just assume that I wasn't? Sexually active."
She received a long stare for her trouble. "Well I did just perform a pelvic examination on you. Physically, you still have some of the remaining protective tissue--"
"Oh, right," she tried to mask her embarrassment with forced, dry chuckles, "right, sorry."
That was last week.
This week she was armed--ready to pursue the threat of living what her mother accused her of not having: a "normal teenage experience." Her lack of "steamy situations" left her in the dark, which she terribly vied to break free from. It was like being trapped in a cellar, with everyone else outside, listening to you pounding on the doors, and instead of helping, they are laughing at you.
Fiona sat at her designated desk in her drama class--one that she adored because of the subject, but dreaded because of her partner's lack of enthusiasm. If he didn't want to be here, why had he signed up for the class? To show his parents he wasn't spending all of his time in detention?
In any case, she remained as focused as she could. Life wasn't all about sex...right?