Post by Elizabeth Buchanan on Aug 2, 2009 15:19:17 GMT -5
Name: Dr. Elizabeth Buchanan
Age: 28
Gender: Female
Hometown: Boston, Mass.
Job Applied for: CSI
Physical Description:
Elizabeth's appearance definately isn't one that screams 'Ph.D'. Her long, usually curly, brown hair and soft hazel eyes make her seem more likely to be a trophy wife than a Microbiologist. Luckily, Elizabeth is use to being underestimated and she finds it extremely entertaining when she proves that she's got brains behind the pretty face.
Her style is very comfortable when she's in the field and very put together when she's in the office. Her closet might as well be split into two seperate sides: comfy and classy, with no real inbetween. She is very aware of the fact that, as a supervisor, she has to spend a lot of time in court and in the public eye, but she knows where to draw the line between looking the part and getting the job done.
Personality: Unlike some of the other supervisors that Elizabeth has come in contact with, she is extremely dedicated to the work that she does. She's not the kind of Supervisor who hangs back in the office and delegates the work to her underlings. She has done her time in the lab, and could run each of the machines on her own if it came down to it. Mostly because of her extreme work ethic, Elizabeth will do any job given to her without a question or a complaint.
Her interpersonal relationships are sort rocky ground. Because of her line of work and the crimes she witnesses, its a wonder that she can trust anyone. On the outside, she's extremely critical and skeptical of people but she's always willing to give anyone at least once chance because she believes that everyone has the ability to work hard and do good. Relationship wise, she's got terrible taste in guys, perhaps thats why she's been single ever since coming back to Boston. She's just as critical of herself as she is of others, and she's taking time to get to know herself right now.
Bio: In her youth and childhood, Elizabeth was pushed to be better, smarter, stronger by her perfectionist parents. Perhaps because she was an only child... perhaps because they lived in a community where every child was Harvard or MIT bound. The high school she went to had a heavy math and science base. In classes where everybody was at the top of the class, it was hard for her to feel like she was actually excelling. Her foreign language classes, however, were a different story.
That's why, when she first went off to college, she was determined to study Linguistics at Harvard. However, one required science class let her know that she had found her niche. Just one year in, Elizabeth transfered far away from home to California following not only a calling, but a need to be free. After 8 long years of study, Elizabeth got her Ph.D in Microbiology from CalSci.
After interning for the CSI team near her school (sometime between the classes and the essays), Elizabeth realized why she'd been lead to Microbiology. It was her calling, but criminalistics was her passion. Finally, after years proving herself in the lab and in the field, Elizabeth recieved an offer to take a position as Night Shift Supervisor. Although reluctant to return to her home town, Elizabeth agreed to take the job.
RP Sample:
Age: 28
Gender: Female
Hometown: Boston, Mass.
Job Applied for: CSI
Physical Description:
Elizabeth's appearance definately isn't one that screams 'Ph.D'. Her long, usually curly, brown hair and soft hazel eyes make her seem more likely to be a trophy wife than a Microbiologist. Luckily, Elizabeth is use to being underestimated and she finds it extremely entertaining when she proves that she's got brains behind the pretty face.
Her style is very comfortable when she's in the field and very put together when she's in the office. Her closet might as well be split into two seperate sides: comfy and classy, with no real inbetween. She is very aware of the fact that, as a supervisor, she has to spend a lot of time in court and in the public eye, but she knows where to draw the line between looking the part and getting the job done.
Personality: Unlike some of the other supervisors that Elizabeth has come in contact with, she is extremely dedicated to the work that she does. She's not the kind of Supervisor who hangs back in the office and delegates the work to her underlings. She has done her time in the lab, and could run each of the machines on her own if it came down to it. Mostly because of her extreme work ethic, Elizabeth will do any job given to her without a question or a complaint.
Her interpersonal relationships are sort rocky ground. Because of her line of work and the crimes she witnesses, its a wonder that she can trust anyone. On the outside, she's extremely critical and skeptical of people but she's always willing to give anyone at least once chance because she believes that everyone has the ability to work hard and do good. Relationship wise, she's got terrible taste in guys, perhaps thats why she's been single ever since coming back to Boston. She's just as critical of herself as she is of others, and she's taking time to get to know herself right now.
Bio: In her youth and childhood, Elizabeth was pushed to be better, smarter, stronger by her perfectionist parents. Perhaps because she was an only child... perhaps because they lived in a community where every child was Harvard or MIT bound. The high school she went to had a heavy math and science base. In classes where everybody was at the top of the class, it was hard for her to feel like she was actually excelling. Her foreign language classes, however, were a different story.
That's why, when she first went off to college, she was determined to study Linguistics at Harvard. However, one required science class let her know that she had found her niche. Just one year in, Elizabeth transfered far away from home to California following not only a calling, but a need to be free. After 8 long years of study, Elizabeth got her Ph.D in Microbiology from CalSci.
After interning for the CSI team near her school (sometime between the classes and the essays), Elizabeth realized why she'd been lead to Microbiology. It was her calling, but criminalistics was her passion. Finally, after years proving herself in the lab and in the field, Elizabeth recieved an offer to take a position as Night Shift Supervisor. Although reluctant to return to her home town, Elizabeth agreed to take the job.
RP Sample:
Kiera was still smiling and laughing at Quinn and Riley when Victoria emerged with the beautiful baby girl. For a moment, her heart felt it might burst from joy. A single moment. And then, in one more, her heart nearly stopped. Raven was dead. Riley was crying. David was crying. Victoria was crying. The baby was crying. Kiera felt like she was about to cry, but she couldn't even breathe. She could feel her insides breaking apart. The world around her faded into a dull hum.
"Any idea where it might be, if we have it, Kiera?"
Quinn was speaking. She waited a second for her brain's instant replay so his words could sink in. Her eyes darted between Quinn and Victoria quickly. Formula... right... for the baby. "I think so..." she managed to say. "I mean I think we have some in the kitchen... somewhere... I'll go find it..." Her eyes went around the room, taking in all the faces. They lingered on David for a bit longer, not knowing exactly what to say. He'd helped pull her together so many times. Why couldn't she think of anything? Her mouth dropped open, preparing to speak, but there were no words.
Quickly, she looked away, walking quickly into the kitchen. Cabinet by cabinet she searched. Her short stature made it hard to see in the top shelves, but she strained to anyway. Just keep doing something productive, she told herself. Suddenly, the pink dress that she wore felt like a straight jacket that was 3 sizes too small. She fidgeted, wanting out of the monstrosity, not caring that the stupid dress was simply a funnel for her internal pain. Finally, she found the formula. "Yeah, put the damn formula on the top shelf," she muttered to herself as she reached for it.
It was all she could do to push it with her finger tips until it fell of the shelf. Her hands reached out to catch it, but missed. Luckily it landed safely on the counter... right beside the polaroid. Her eyes caught it for a split second before... God, I have got to get out of this dress! She flew out of the kitchen and back through the living room. "It's on the counter..." she told Victoria as she passed. "Bottles are in the cabinet next to the cups." There was no time to wait for responses as she ducked into her room.
Franticly fighting back tears, she struggled to undo the dress. Her fighting failed, the tears making it that much harder to work the zipper. Finally, she gave up, dropping to the floor. The dress ballooned around her, hiding her entire lower body as she let herself break down. It was better this way. This way no one saw her. This way she could cry it out, then forcefully put on a strong face for the faction... For Riley... For the baby. Slowly, easily, she laid down, her hands gripping the soft fabric of the dress, not caring if the tears stained it.
