Post by Reagan Daniels on Aug 18, 2010 20:26:32 GMT -5
Reagan Penelope Daniels
Oh everybody
Devil take your money
Money's got no hold on me
Oh everybody's making love
'Cause love is free
Full Name: Reagan Penelope Daniels
Nicknames: Penny
Physical Age: 29
Date of Birth: August 9, 1981
Hometown: Pasadena, California
Current Residence: Chalmette, Louisiana
Occupation: Doctor (technically a surgeon specializing in pediatrics)
Relationship Status: Perpetually single.
Character Type: Human
Affiliations: Good
Gender: Female
Hair: Reagan's hair is honey blonde and naturally wavy. It falls a few inches below her shoulders, but she usually wears it up in a ponytail or something for work. However, she does have bangs she's trying to grow out that always fall into her face unless she pins them back or assaults them with hairspray. When she's home relaxing she tends to just wear her hair long and wavy, not doing much with it. When she does get a chance to be social and go out somewhere, she'll style or straighten her hair.
Eyes: Brown
Height: 5'9"
Weight: about 130
Body Type: Reagan eats healthy and gets regular exercise, and it shows. She doesn't have a super slim or athletic build, but she's a healthy weight.
Best Feature: Her smile
Worst Feature:She hates her feet.
Sexuality: Straight
Personal Style: Sadly, Reagan doesn't get to actually dress as fashionably as she feels. She has a collection of pretty dresses, skirts, tops, and boots, but she mostly ends up wearing either her scrubs and work sneakers, a pair of jeans and a t-shirt, or the dreaded sweatpants, tank top, and ratty slippers ensemble.
At work, depending on what she's doing, she could be wearing scrubs, a lab coat, or full on surgical gear. She's always wearing white sneakers at work and her hair is always up in a ponytail. She wears a very little bit of makeup just so she doesn't look like death. Usually a little bronzer, light eye shadow, and mascara.
At home, Reagan goes straight for comfort over function and fashion. Old sweatpants, ratty slippers, worn jeans, tank tops and old, oversied t-shirts are the typical go-tos.
When she goes out, Reagan loves to dress up and look fabulous for a change. Skirts, fashionable tops, dresses, and heels will make an appearance. She'll also style her hair and even wear some make-up.
Face Claim: Katherine Heigl
Abilities: Reagan's one magical ability is that she can heal others. She doesn't even know she does it most of the time. How it works is she touches a physically or emotionally wounded creature and wills positive energy from herself to them while their own negative energy is drawn to her. Sometimes she consciously wills this to happen, but other times just through wishing she could do something to help someone who's hurt it can happen without her knowledge. Results are rarely instantaneous. For physical injuries, her energy simply speeds up the healing process. For something like a mortal injury, someone could go from being on death's door to making a miraculous recovery. Nothing heals right before anyone's eyes. As a result of healing someone, Reagan's own system takes a hit and she often feels fatigued or achy an can show signs of whatever emotional or physical wound she healed. For example if someone is grieving for a loved one and she takes in some of that energy, she may feel depressed for a few days. If she heals a stab wound to someone's side, she may have a pain in the same spot for a few days. She is also more seceptible to infection and disease after she's healed someone and usually gets a cold or a flu. If she's not careful and doesn't get the proper rest, these illnesses can put her out of comission for a few weeks. Also, she cannot heal herself, at least not without the assistance of a witch or fellow psychic-type person who can offer up their energy.
Non-magical abilities include a thorough knowledge of medicine and medical procedures; a keen eye for details and a love of interior design; very keen motor skills and coordination; running and yoga are daily activities; she likes to build things, though rarely has the time or the opportunity; good with research, although she can be a bit overly analytical about it; loves to read but rarely finds the time to.
Personality: Reagan is a healer at heart. She reaches out to people and enjoys helping people and if she sees someone's in pain she feels compelled to try to soothe it, even when it's not her place to do so. This makes her a good doctor, but it also causes her to invest too much of her time and energy in her patients sometimes and she has a hard time remaining professional, getting personally invested in her cases. This has caused her some trouble in the workplace, so she tends to put up a hard, overly-professional exterior at work now to over-compensate. She is also a bit of a perfectionist, and tends to have high standards.This has earned her the reputation for being quite nasty to work with.
When she's not letting her job to get the better of her, Reagan loves to laugh and she likes to kick back and relax. She really can be a fun-loving, carefree person when she remembers her job isn't the only aspect of her life she's allowed to explore. She loves a good party as well as a low-key night in alone or with one or two friends. As a friend, Reagan is very giving and supportive, often going above and beyond for her friends. Her family means a lot to her, but she doesn't always make the time she should to visit them or make them a priority. She has been unlucky in love but doesn't really have the time for it anyway. That's not to say she doesn't date, but it's not a priority. When she is in a relationship, Reagan tends to be a bit neglectful. She needs her space and doesn't like to be smothered, but at the same time she sometimes distances herself a bit too much, focusing more on her job and her own needs than her boyfriend's. Reagan is a strong, independent woman and won't let anyone think otherwise.
Likes: (At least 4)
• Children
• Dancing
• Coffee
• Neatness
Dislikes: (At least 4)
• Death
• Laziness
• Rainy days
• Feeling helpless
Strengths: (At least 4)
• Her medical skills and healing ability make her handy to have around if you're in need of fixing!
• She's a good multi-tasker when she's got coffee in her system and can switch gears quickly and efficiently.
• She has a keen eye for detail and takes notice of little things, visually.
• She genuinely cares about other people and will do whatever she can to help them.
Weaknesses: (At least 4)
• Children. She hates to see children in pain or upset and will sometimes make stupid snap decisions for them.
• Her healing ability takes a lot out of her, and she tends to keep pushing herself after the fact. This means she's rundown or sick a lot.
• She gets really attached to her patients and makes stupid professional decisions as a result. She also takes it really hard when she loses a patient.
• She has very limited self-defense skills. What little she knows she learned in one of those random self-defense classes.
Mother: Christine Daniels, a 53-year-old flight attendant turned music teacher.
Father: Allen Daniels, a 55-year-old orthodontist.
Siblings: None
Others: A bunch of aunts, uncles, and cousins. Extended family she doesn't see much.
Bio:
Reagan is the daughter of Allen and Christine Daniels. She was born in Los Angeles, California, and raised in Pasadena. She grew up an only child and spent a lot of time with her father or her grandmother because her mother, a flight attendant at the time, traveled constantly. Allen and Christine argued about her time away quite a bit and by the time Reagan was seven years old, Christine had quit her job in order to spend more time at home. She took on a part-time job to be home with Reagan most days Allen worked, which worked out nicely for a while.
In school, Reagan was very social. She wanted to talk to everybody and make lots of friends. This was a good trait for her to have, but in her early years it often disrupted the learning process for her and the other children. If she wasn't interested in what the teacher was talking about, she'd just start chattering away with the person next to her, or writing little notes to pass around. She got sent to the Principal's office a lot in elementary and middle school for things like this. However, she was never a disciplinary problem in any other way. When she was about twelve years old she grew out of this overly chatty stage and started focusing on her studies during class. Once that happened, she became a very good student. However, the friends she had made during her chatty phase thought she was boring once she buckled down.
When Reagan got to high school she had to make friends all over again, and this time she wasn't feeling nearly as social and chatty as she was in elementary school. She became quiet and reserved, though she was pretty and fashionable, which drew the eye of the popular crowd. She ran in their circle for most of freshman year until she found out they were big time partiers and not very nice to those outside their clique, and they found out she was boring. Not having much of a social life after that, Reagan threw herself into her studies, a habit that would follow her well into adulthood. She began speaking up in class with a newfound confidence, often sparking debates and discussions, which were sometimes encouraged and sometimes frowned upon depending on the teacher. By her junior year, she'd befriended some of the more intellectual students who respected her for her hard work. When she graduated, she had a small group of good friends, a lot of acquaintances, and had one of the top GPAs in her class.
The following school year, Reagan studied at the University of California in Los Angeles and went to medical school at the David Geffen School of Medicine, also part of UCLA. When Reagan was 23 she began dating a man named Mike she met in medical school. She had dated a few people here and there, but nothing that lasted more than a few months. She had a tendency to put her boyfriends aside for her studies or her work, and with Mike it was no different. However, having steady goals of his own, Mike was more tolerant of her tendencies. He graduated in 2005 and when Hurricane Katrina hit New Orleans, he traveled there to aid in hurricane relief as well as support family members living there. When Reagan graduated in 2006, she moved to New Orleans to be with Mike and completed her surgical internship at Our Lady of the Lake Regional Medical Center in Baton Rouge.
Reagan learned about her healing ability while she was completing her internship. She doesn't quite know how it works and doesn't know what to think of it, but she does know there is sometimes something about her touch that jump starts the healing process. She's not aware that she activates it by willing someone to get better, so it usually happens by accident. She's had this ability since she hit puberty, but she didn't become aware of it until she started practicing in the medical field and ended up actively using it a lot.
She and MIke parted ways in early 2007 and Reagan threw herself into her work. Although she had a tendency to get attached to her patients, Reagan showed potential to be a talented surgeon. She bought a small fixer-upper of a house in Chalmette after the lease was up on the apartment she'd shared with Mike, and has been living there and working ever since. She rotates between a few different hospitals in the state and is working on completing her residency. She specializes in Pediatrics.
RP Sample:
'All I wanna do is have a little fun before I die,'
Says the man next to me out of nowhere...
Reagan drummed her fingers on the steering wheel of her lime green Volkswagen Bug as she drove down a long winding road. A large latte in a styrofoam to-go cup sat in the cup holder beside her. She could smell the bittersweet aroma swirling through the air-conditioned car, but resisted the urge to take a sip. It would be too hot and she'd regret it.
...We are drinking beer at noon on Tuesday
In a bar that faces a giant car wash...
She wasn't quite awake yet, despite being up for an hour and already having one cup of coffee in her system. She continued to drum on the steering wheel as she whistled along with the song. It was a strategy that helped raise her energy levels and wake her up a little before she got to work. A sleepy surgeon was no good to anyone.
Reagan shook her bangs out of her eyes. She needed to get them trimmed, but hadn't made the time for it yet. The rest of her honey blonde hair was tied up in a high ponytail and her wavy locks hung loosely above her shoulder blades. It wasn't just her bangs that were in need of a trim! She'd been meaning to get a haircut for weeks, but it always slipped her mind until she tried to comb her mane and had to battle with snarls and knots all morning.
They drive their shiny Datsuns and Buicks...
"Back to the phone company, the record store too," Reagan sang as she continued to drum. "Well, they're nothing like Billy and me 'cause... all I wanna do is have some fun. I got a feelin' I'm not the only one. All I wanna do is have some fun until the sun comes up over Santa Monica Boulevard!"
She drummed out the chorus on her poor, abused steering wheel as she sang and bobbed her head. She had no idea what she sounded like, but she really didn't care. It wasn't like anyone was listening anyway.
Several minutes later Reagan pulled her car into a space in the parking garage beside the hospital. She grabbed her coffee from the holder and took a tentative sip, not wanting to scald her mouth. She'd done that before, more than once even. The coffee was a bit hotter than she preferred, but tolerable and the taste of sugary hazelnut more than made up for it.
Reagan whistled as she walked from the parking garage to the hospital's entrance in her pale green scrubs. Her big black purse hung from one shoulder and she still had her car keys in her hand.
As she walked, there was a break in her stride when the bottom of her shoe caught on something and she stumbled slightly. She frowned and stopped to lift her foot and examine the bottom of her shoe. A big gooey hunk of pre-chewed gum stared back at her. She wrinkled her nose.
"Oh, yuck," she muttered.
She thought about ignoring it and just continuing on her way, but that stick in her step would bother her all day, and it would be easier to take care of it now than it would be to try to do it later. She set her coffee down on the curb and looked around for a stick or something she could use to scrape off the offending wad of once-pink gum. She soon realized she'd probably have to resort to using her car keys.
And to think her day would only get ickier.
