Post by alex on Apr 16, 2009 19:20:59 GMT -5
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AlexandraBethanyGreaves
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name , Alexandra Bethany Greaves
nicknames , Alex, Lex
age & date of birth , 26, born December 3rd.
gender , Female
sexual orientation , Bisexual, leaning toward lesbian.
species , H. sapiens
played by , Alison Lohman
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height , 5'1"
weight , 49 kg.
tattoos and piercings , None.
physical flaws , Alex has several scars along her hands and arms, mostly from burns or power tools. She's also short enough to need to jump to reach top shelves.
personal style , Casual is the key word here. Alex likes nothing more than jeans, t-shirts, and sneakers--work boots, if she can get away with it. She prefers oversized hoodies to jackets, but has a ready supply of both. Her only real concessions to fashion are the occasional cute blouses and skirts--saved for the moments she feels like looking pretty. Alex's short brown hair is usually mussed, sometimes gelled, or tucked under a hat. Although Alex tries to keep herself neat, it's not unusual for her to have a smear of engine grease somewhere. That stuff gets everywhere. On her person at (almost) all times is an EpiPen, wallet, cell phone, and her trusty laser pointer--complete with 'weld', 'solder' and 'annoy the boss' settings.
Alex herself could most flatteringly be described as 'cute'. She looks several years younger than her real age of 26, and has a matching maturity level. She's short and fairly slender, but has some decent muscles and is almost impressively flexible. Her sense of balance is significantly less laudable, and heels are somewhat beyond her.
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likes ,
- Lizards
- Robots
- Batman
- Welding
- Angelina Jolie
- Techno
- Bill and Ted's Excellent Adventure
- Yoga
- Company
- Cold fusion
- Bad science fiction movies
- Tabloids
dislikes ,
- Trees
- Windows (operating system, not the glass panes. That'd just be silly.)
- Gravity
- The English language
- Gasoline powered cars
- Riddles
- Shakespeare
- Nicholas Cage
- Rain, particularly of the 'cold' variety.
- High heels
strengths ,
~Blowing up sheds
~Gifted engineer, mechanic, and all-around greasemonkey. Decent programmer, too.
~ Generally in good shape, very flexible
~Resourceful. Like, MacGyver-level.
~Generally likable and easygoing, if a little bit off the deep end.
weaknesses ,
~General lack of common sense, combined with impressive technical knowledge.
~ Prone to freaking out
~ Has trouble taking the right things seriously
~Allergies:
- Latex
- Soybeans
- Pollen
- Most mammals' dander (mild)
- Nuts
- Penicillin
- Avocados
- Kiwis
- Bees
fears , Power outages, government investigation, petting zoos.
overall personality , Bright, bubbly, and active, Alex's attitude is nothing short of contagious. Almost always cheerful, she views the world through rose-tinted glasses. They look suspiciously like Elton John's. Overall, Alex is just a Nice Person. Of course, she's almost aggressively informal, but that's just her way of being honest. Although she usually has no temper to speak of, anyone who interrupts her work--or whatever she's absorbed in--will earn a little bit of wrath. Some snarky comments, at the very least. Her experiments are, after all, serious business.
Alex is also something of a genius. Her general air of incompetency is lost the moment technology enters in. She has an impressive mechanical intuition, matched only by the years of schooling she's had in the subject. Her arc-welder-fu is unsurpassed. Alex is one of the best in her field, and she knows it. Naturally, this also means she's a bit full of herself, but hey. She doesn't particularly limit herself to mechanical engineering, either. Alex will dabble in chemistry, programming, and quantum mechanics...in the name of science. Or in the name of explodey things.
Alex might be brilliant, but it's a very specialized type of smart. Sure, she can build a flying car out of junkyard parts and some uranium. Her mastery of the English language, however, is a good deal more tenuous. Forget things like history or politics. Unless Alex is actually interested in a topic, she just won't grasp it. Her common sense, too, is a bit lacking. She generally refrains from blowing things up these days, thanks to a few incidents in her youth, but creating carnivorous robots is fair game. She might be a little too cheerful for most mad scientists, but her evil laugh is top-notch.
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hometown (or planet) , Brimfield, Massachusetts, USA, Earth.
father , Jamie Greaves, 53, high school history teacher
mother , Taylor Greaves, 51, CPA
siblings , Sean and William, twins, 29. Sean's in the Marines and William is a legal secretary.
pets , Julius, a 5-year-old male iguana, and Tammy, a 10-month-old female ball python.
history , Alex was always something of a problem child. From a young age she was taking watches apart and reassembling them, learning how gears worked about the same time she was learning how to speak. As her childhood progressed, so did her poor victims--nothing was safe from Alex's screwdriver. Soon she graduated to electronics, and by the time Alex reached middle school she had built her own computer. She could fix nearly anything with the family car before actually being able to drive it, and once she did learn how to drive, ended up needing to make a GPS navigator. Alex was a smart kid, but her sense of direction was a little lacking. Her parents put up with their daughter's eccentricities as much as they could, sometimes encouraging, but mostly turning a blind eye when she blew up the neighbors' sheds.
This wasn't to say that Alex was a good student. Her schoolwork was mediocre at best, mostly because she just had better things to do. She struggled through high school, and made it into a state college. To everyone's surprise, she did much better there--she actually was able to take courses she liked, instead of the standard ones high school allowed. Two years later, with drastically improved marks and an impressive dissertation on cold fusion, she was able to transfer to MIT. It suited her well, and Alex's abilities were further honed. Everyone save Alex was very surprised by this. Two years later she had a nice shiny degree, and managed to get a low-level engineering position in Brecon. It wasn't the best job offer, but she had always wanted to see Europe.
Over the next few years, Alex's job grew slightly more prestigious, and she was eventually entrusted with bigger--and more dangerous--projects. She had a knack for finding the best (if not the most reasonable) solution to any challenge, and eventually that lead to her use of nuclear power cells. It was then, of course, that the lab complex she worked in had to go and get blown up. There was no proof that she was the cause of the blast, and yet it contained radiation, so she was promptly fired. Never mind that no one had been in the building, and some of the security measures that kept the explosion from being worse had been designed by Alex. Oh, the injustice.
It didn't matter if it was her fault or not, though, 'cause Alex was still known as 'the girl who nuked a lab'. Needless to say, she had a little bit of trouble getting a new job. It was a choice between going back to America or taking a job below her. And so Alex did the inevitable, and took a job at a car repair shop in Cardiff. Not that it was really much of a sacrifice--she liked cars, and it just meant her mad scientist work would be done on her own time. Just for giggles (and extra money) she's been occasionally selling some of her more benign creations on the internet. It pays for the hobby. Currently, Alex is in the process of converting her new flat into a smart house.
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roleplay sample ,
It was three in the morning, and Alex was talking to her flat. Teaching it how to pour a bath, as a matter of fact. The woman sighed, and leaned back in her computer chair. She rubbed her eyes, and blinked experimentally. Late-night coding was traditional, but always made her vision go wonky. The logical answer would be to just to sleep, but that wasn't quite a necessity yet. Caffeine, though. That she needed. "Angie," she announced to the silent flat, "Make coffee." A simple enough command; one she had programmed earlier that evening. The house replied with a soft beep, and Alex could hear the coffee maker turn on in the other room. Good, looked like it wasn't having trouble drawing water. Why, then, was she having trouble with the bath? Should have been simpler than the coffee pot, at least in theory.
Alex leaned in toward the monitor again. She didn't see anything wrong with the program, and the readouts on the water were fine. Wait, no, pressure was building. A mechanical error, then. Maybe one of the blockers got stuck. Alex got up, stretched, and headed toward the bathroom. She paused, remembered the coffee, and poured herself a cup for the trip. The program didn't have variables for cream or sugar yet, but that was fine--Alex liked hers black anyway. Might need it later for company, though. Company as lazy as she was. She took a sip, and smiled. Angie the House could make a good cup. Or was it that Alex could program a good cup? Hmm, no matter. She entered the bathroom, and began her investigations.
There wasn't anything obviously wrong, but Alex wasn't exactly a plumber. There was a little trickle of water coming out the faucet, but nothing like her readouts said she should be getting. She wiggled the manual controls experimentally, turning the dial left and right. Nope, no water. Some kind of block in the pipes, she was sure of it. Alex stopped to consider the problem. She had paid the water bill, and the faucet was working yesterday, even after her additions. At this point she should probably call the landlord--it was obviously a problem with the plumbing. On the other hand, she didn't need help with so trivial a problem. If she could fix an engine, she could rip apart some pipes. Alex grinned, and downed the rest of her coffee. Time to grab the arc welder.
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mmkay. so this application hurr was made by AMANDA IN WONDERLAND !? of caution. steal it or take off this credit, and i shall hunt you down and eat your insides! lyrics credit to lily allen.
