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[nick / name]: loki.
[personal LJ name]: warwolves
[other characters currently played]: none, currently!
[e-mail]: warwolves@livejournal.com
[AIM / messenger]: like i am proud @ AIM
[series]: Firefly
[character]: River Tam
[character history / background]: Here and here are good references.
[character abilities]: River is, to be frank, a genius. Before enrollment in the Academy, she could easily have been called a child prodigy, highly gifted both intellectually and intuitively. She had a gift for dance, in particular, and was able to pick up the most complex patterns with ease.
After the experiments and training of the Academy, however, she is no longer only a gifted young girl: she is something more. Most prominent of the 'modifications' made is her mind-reading. She analyzes and acts on data at lightning speed: in one glance, she was able to memorize a battlefield and her oppnents' positions on it, and dispatch them accordingly ... with her eyes closed. She is perhaps one of the best hand-to-hand fighters in the 'verse, utilizing a type of kung-fu/kickboxing.
[character personality]: River's personality is a fragmented thing. Once a shy, but playful girl, the only word to describe her now is 'unstable.' She swings from playful to quiet to screamingly, ravingly mad with little warning, and is seemingly triggered by the slightest things. It all depends on the day: on good days, she is the brilliant girl she once was. On the bad, she is broken.
River understands people, more than they understand themselves: she can see their thoughts, after all. However, she is easily frustrated by what she deems illogical, and finds it difficult to understand why such things happen. And while she reads emotion and intent flawlessly, she often has difficulty with appropriate responses to them -- or to anything. Basic conversation is seemingly beyond her, and she tends towards cryptic half-riddles and the odd lucid statement or two.
There's a frailty to River, as well, a certain fragility. With all that's been done to her, she barely thinks of herself as human, only the weapon she was forced to become. She has difficulty with the idea that she has the same basic rights as anyone else, and thinks little of her own survival. She has the most knowledge of her limits, and yet fears what she can do as much as anyone else.
A lasting trait of her pre-Academy days is her continued thirst for knowledge. She loves to read, and still retains a near-photographic memory and encyclopedic knowledge: she is as likely to recite poetry as she is to rattle off equations or historical facts.
Her older brother, Simon, is the most important person in her life. Only he rescued her from the tortures of the Academy, and he is her strongest connection to sanity and lucidity. Without him, she manages; however, her 'good days' are fewer and farther between, and filled with less of the infectious joy she once possessed.
[point in timeline you're picking your character from]: After Firefly, before Serenity.
[journal post]: The city, the city is dead and alive and dead and alive and turning like the carousel, only you can't see it. You can't see that you're all going around and round, spinning like tops, like teacups, but what happens when you stop? Will you be dizzy and laughing, or will you fall to the once-steady, the treacherous ground? Spinning. Spinning.
I want Simon. Where is my brother?
[third person / log sample]:
Serenity is quiet tonight, her walls humming gently in silent space. The crew is asleep, the cargo secured, and the course set: there is, for once, peace. They're still flying.
River walks through Serenity's belly, runs her hands against doors to lives of people she loves.
Simon's first, Simon's room next to hers, as he is to her in all things. Simon is inside, on his bed, dreaming of the hospital he was once prince of. It makes her smile, silly Simon dreaming of work. But it makes her hurt, reminds her that this is what she's ruined, reminds her this is what he could have been, once was, supposed to be, never again. Simon, silly, precious, clever Simon, is meant for so much more than shepharding his flock of one. River loves Simon, makes her heart hurt with how much she loves him. He is meant for so much more.
She comes upon Kaylee's door, after a time, and brushes against her thoughts. She dreams, and she dreams of princes and dresses and engines, beautiful dances in the midst of machines. Simon takes her by the hand, and neither is stained black with grease; they twirl, and Kaylee knows every step. Kaylee is the friend she always wanted, growing up, and Kaylee doesn't know that her simplicity is her draw, her honest and happy mind is so far above the girls of high class River once knew. She scares Kaylee, knows she scares Kaylee, but she will scare Kaylee to keep her honest and happy and safe.
Next is Wash and Zoe's, and she doesn't linger: here, more than the others, where they are entangled and ensnared and content in their entrapment, it feels an intrusion. They sleep together, and they dream together, and River moves on.
She comes upon each, in turn. Here is Book's room, and Book, alone, is not sleeping: he sits and reads his broken Bible, and she can feel the guiltdisgustthoughtdespair coming from him, from his bones, as he reads stories of forgiveness in order to forgive himself. Inara's shuttle is far from the crew, but if she closes her eyes, if she concentrates she can feel her, restless and unsettled, not dreaming but in only blackness. Jayne, dreaming of the family he left behind, with a gun close to hand even now; Jayne is Judas, looks better in red, but family.
They are all family.
Last is the captain's. Malcolm Reynolds. The captain's sleep is just as restless as Inara's (should she tell him, her? no: half the joy is in the road to love), just as dreamless. It is here that River regrets being only able to take, not give. The captain took them in, rescued them, feels 'family' in his bones like River, and she can only feel his discomfort, not soothe or heal. Tomorrow she will tell him, "Warm milk still works wonders," and even if he does not comprehend, he will understand.
River returns to her room, because to do otherwise will worry Simon. She lies on the floor, though, because to crawl into bed is redundant: a bed is warmth and safety, all the things Serenity is already. She closes her eyes, and lets the ship rock her to sleep.
[personal LJ name]: warwolves
[other characters currently played]: none, currently!
[e-mail]: warwolves@livejournal.com
[AIM / messenger]: like i am proud @ AIM
[series]: Firefly
[character]: River Tam
[character history / background]: Here and here are good references.
[character abilities]: River is, to be frank, a genius. Before enrollment in the Academy, she could easily have been called a child prodigy, highly gifted both intellectually and intuitively. She had a gift for dance, in particular, and was able to pick up the most complex patterns with ease.
After the experiments and training of the Academy, however, she is no longer only a gifted young girl: she is something more. Most prominent of the 'modifications' made is her mind-reading. She analyzes and acts on data at lightning speed: in one glance, she was able to memorize a battlefield and her oppnents' positions on it, and dispatch them accordingly ... with her eyes closed. She is perhaps one of the best hand-to-hand fighters in the 'verse, utilizing a type of kung-fu/kickboxing.
[character personality]: River's personality is a fragmented thing. Once a shy, but playful girl, the only word to describe her now is 'unstable.' She swings from playful to quiet to screamingly, ravingly mad with little warning, and is seemingly triggered by the slightest things. It all depends on the day: on good days, she is the brilliant girl she once was. On the bad, she is broken.
River understands people, more than they understand themselves: she can see their thoughts, after all. However, she is easily frustrated by what she deems illogical, and finds it difficult to understand why such things happen. And while she reads emotion and intent flawlessly, she often has difficulty with appropriate responses to them -- or to anything. Basic conversation is seemingly beyond her, and she tends towards cryptic half-riddles and the odd lucid statement or two.
There's a frailty to River, as well, a certain fragility. With all that's been done to her, she barely thinks of herself as human, only the weapon she was forced to become. She has difficulty with the idea that she has the same basic rights as anyone else, and thinks little of her own survival. She has the most knowledge of her limits, and yet fears what she can do as much as anyone else.
A lasting trait of her pre-Academy days is her continued thirst for knowledge. She loves to read, and still retains a near-photographic memory and encyclopedic knowledge: she is as likely to recite poetry as she is to rattle off equations or historical facts.
Her older brother, Simon, is the most important person in her life. Only he rescued her from the tortures of the Academy, and he is her strongest connection to sanity and lucidity. Without him, she manages; however, her 'good days' are fewer and farther between, and filled with less of the infectious joy she once possessed.
[point in timeline you're picking your character from]: After Firefly, before Serenity.
[journal post]: The city, the city is dead and alive and dead and alive and turning like the carousel, only you can't see it. You can't see that you're all going around and round, spinning like tops, like teacups, but what happens when you stop? Will you be dizzy and laughing, or will you fall to the once-steady, the treacherous ground? Spinning. Spinning.
I want Simon. Where is my brother?
[third person / log sample]:
Serenity is quiet tonight, her walls humming gently in silent space. The crew is asleep, the cargo secured, and the course set: there is, for once, peace. They're still flying.
River walks through Serenity's belly, runs her hands against doors to lives of people she loves.
Simon's first, Simon's room next to hers, as he is to her in all things. Simon is inside, on his bed, dreaming of the hospital he was once prince of. It makes her smile, silly Simon dreaming of work. But it makes her hurt, reminds her that this is what she's ruined, reminds her this is what he could have been, once was, supposed to be, never again. Simon, silly, precious, clever Simon, is meant for so much more than shepharding his flock of one. River loves Simon, makes her heart hurt with how much she loves him. He is meant for so much more.
She comes upon Kaylee's door, after a time, and brushes against her thoughts. She dreams, and she dreams of princes and dresses and engines, beautiful dances in the midst of machines. Simon takes her by the hand, and neither is stained black with grease; they twirl, and Kaylee knows every step. Kaylee is the friend she always wanted, growing up, and Kaylee doesn't know that her simplicity is her draw, her honest and happy mind is so far above the girls of high class River once knew. She scares Kaylee, knows she scares Kaylee, but she will scare Kaylee to keep her honest and happy and safe.
Next is Wash and Zoe's, and she doesn't linger: here, more than the others, where they are entangled and ensnared and content in their entrapment, it feels an intrusion. They sleep together, and they dream together, and River moves on.
She comes upon each, in turn. Here is Book's room, and Book, alone, is not sleeping: he sits and reads his broken Bible, and she can feel the guiltdisgustthoughtdespair coming from him, from his bones, as he reads stories of forgiveness in order to forgive himself. Inara's shuttle is far from the crew, but if she closes her eyes, if she concentrates she can feel her, restless and unsettled, not dreaming but in only blackness. Jayne, dreaming of the family he left behind, with a gun close to hand even now; Jayne is Judas, looks better in red, but family.
They are all family.
Last is the captain's. Malcolm Reynolds. The captain's sleep is just as restless as Inara's (should she tell him, her? no: half the joy is in the road to love), just as dreamless. It is here that River regrets being only able to take, not give. The captain took them in, rescued them, feels 'family' in his bones like River, and she can only feel his discomfort, not soothe or heal. Tomorrow she will tell him, "Warm milk still works wonders," and even if he does not comprehend, he will understand.
River returns to her room, because to do otherwise will worry Simon. She lies on the floor, though, because to crawl into bed is redundant: a bed is warmth and safety, all the things Serenity is already. She closes her eyes, and lets the ship rock her to sleep.