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Your ‘Real’ Name (or preferred 'out of character' Handle): Madison, or Madi, if you prefer
How Often You Can Post: 2-3 times/per week, sometimes more
Tell Us About Your Roleplay Past/Abilities: I haven’t a lot of experience with role playing, but I have participated in a lot of chain fics. Ertia knows me from these. I understand the need to read carefully, participate fully, and to be real.
How Familiar Are You With The Firefly 'Verse?: I have seen the series. Actually, I own it. I also own Serenity, but I haven’t yet watched it. Please don’t hold that against me.
How Did You Hear About The BDV Site?: Ertia invited me; strong-armed is a better word.
In your mind, you can picture your Original Character...now let us 'see' them.
If you could 'cast' the role of your OC, who would play the part:
NOTE: Please check the OC Casting List pinned in the RP Applications Forum, your casting choice may already have been taken. Please choose your casting wisely- Once in play, any changes to your character's casting will need the approval of the entire Admin Team.
Catherine Tate. She has just the right mixture of toughness and vulnerability. She is also approximately the right age.
What BDV ship/location do want to be assigned to: The Epiphany
Character Name: Juniper (call me Junie, I ain’t no gorram tree) Saunders
Character Occupation: Medic
Age (the character, not the actor/actress): 35
Detailed Physical Description (2 PARAGRAPHS): Junie would call herself average. Actually, most people would call Junie average. She is 5’8” and is fit in the way that people who work hard and eat more or less healthily are fit. She has long brownish, red hair which she generally wears loose or pulled back into a pony tail with a simple tie. She is white with a complexion that tends toward ruddy rather than tan. She has blue eyes. One striking feature, though she is unaware of it, is that she has long slender fingers; a pianist’s hands that have never touched a piano.
Junie tends to dress simply and practically. Her wardrobe consists of mostly pants, shirts and jackets, all made out of strong, durable material, and all in earth-toned colors so that she can wear just about anything and still be coordinated. Her shirts are always neatly tucked in and usually cover tank tops so that, if the need arises, she can strip down and still maintain a dignified modesty. Most times she wears strong work boots that will take her through anything and leave her feet unscathed. She wears two pieces of jewelry all the time; a silver necklace with a clover charm, given to her by her father, and a silver ring with a Celtic design that was given to her by her mentor and surrogate father, the Doc.
Detailed Personality (2 PARAGRAPHS) : Junie tends to be brash, outspoken and impulsive. Unfortunately, this is really just a cover for a deep-rooted lack of confidence. Although she seems standoffish, this is because she doesn’t really have the social skills to readily “fit in” and is afraid of making social blunders. She was raised in a sparse, rough environment so she is not afraid to work. In fact, it is a matter of pride for her to do things on her own, without asking for help or any real complaint, although often she’ll complain just for the hell of it. This pride, however, can become a problem because she will often not ask for help when she really needs it, trying to bluff her way through situations where she really doesn’t need to bluff at all. Aside from that, she is practical and organized; an “everything has a use and a place” sort of person. She has a hearty and ready laugh.
Despite her misgivings in every day life, she is the woman you want around in emergencies. Nothing really throws her and her mind sharpens in direct correlation to how bad things are getting. When this happens she becomes a no-nonsense, take charge, type who can see what needs to be done, who can best do it, and how and when it should all happen, with the merest glance. At those times there is no self doubt, second guessing or social ineptitude, although later, when everything is over, she’ll wonder how the hell she managed and considers it some sort of miracle that it all worked out in the end. Unless, of course, something doesn’t work out; and then, in her mind, it was probably all her fault.
Detailed History(2 OR MORE PARAGRAPHS): Juniper Saunders was born in a small farming community on Triumph, the only daughter of Christian and Patience Saunders. Her people were pacifists who only wanted to be left alone to live a simple life that combined a love of nature with a set of guiding rules that borrowed from many religions. When Junie was only ten, her mother died in childbirth, along with the brother she would have had. Afterward, her father grew more and more despondent, until, two months later, he hung himself. The community elders decided that at ten Junie was too old to be adopted, but too young to be married. She was given, therefore, to Doc Halgren, an itinerant doctor who served several communities on Triumph, as a helpmate.
As she was pushed to the aging doctor, Junie heard Elder Cochran joke that she was young now, but she’d soon grow into the job. As it turned out, the only job Junie was ever expected to carry out with the Doc was that of an assistant. She came to love and respect the man who took her in and thought of him as a father. In return, she was pretty sure, Doc loved and respected her, and thought of her as a daughter. She accompanied him on his rounds of the five communities he served. She learned all the ins and outs of pioneer medicine that ran the gamut from mending a cow with a clogged teat to treating diseases that threatened to become epidemic to performing surgeries that would make a Core doctor wince. It was a hard life, but it was rewarding, and when Doc died he left both his family ring and his practice to her.
Unfortunately, Junie wasn’t a “real” doctor and the Elders of her communities banded together to hire a man trained at a fancy Core school. The kid came in with his superior education and his gorram superior attitude and made it clear that he didn’t need Junie with her quaint country doctor ways. Soon Junie realized she wasn’t a doctor. She wasn’t a wife. She wasn’t a daughter. She wasn’t a mother. She wasn’t anything. She knew she had to leave and she had to find a place to fit in.
Strengths (1 paragraph): Junie has a very practical medical training. She is extremely calm and coordinated in an emergency and during those times is completely capable of taking charge and delegating appropriately. She is a hard worker, and is unafraid of taking on difficult and messy tasks. She is smart and intuitive. She is honest and can be counted on to say just what she means.
Weaknesses (1 paragraph): Junie does not carry a gun and does not like to use them, though she does know how. She is not very mechanically inclined. She is unsure and awkward in social situations and can come off as an odd combination of brash and introverted. Some people think she seems stuck up. She is hesitant to show that she cannot do something and will not always ask for help, and will often turn down help even when she really needs it.
Sample Post: (3 paragraphs minimum/Third Person Past Tense): Please use the Big Damn Verse Styling Guide to format your post.
Juniper Saunders held the paper transcript so tightly in her hands that it would have to be pressed flat with a hot iron to ever be readable again. Not that it mattered all that much. She knew what it said, word for word. Hell, she was probably repeating it in her sleep.
The last time we spoke, you told me that you would never retire. I can respect that, but I don’t want you to miss out on this opportunity; so, do I have a deal for you.
Join us, but join us as our doctor. We’ll need someone with your practical knowledge and years and years and years of experience, and let’s face it, Doc; you aren’t getting any younger. When are you ever again going to have the opportunity to travel in an actual piece of history? You might even get that journal article you’ve been threatening to write for the last, what has it been, two years.
If you want, you can bring that girl of yours. You could probably use an assistant and I’m sure she has skills that would be useful on our adventure.
Junie had found the message balled up in the trash about three weeks ago. That hwoon dahn Core boy hadn’t even thought to share it with her. Not that she’d expect anything different. Those gorram villagers hadn’t wasted any time in replacing her after Doc had died; bringing in their “real” doctor with his book knowledge and his pretty tools and his complete ignorance of how things really worked out here in the middle of next to nowhere. And that handsome little boy in Doc’s office had no trouble telling her just where she stood, now did he?
“Doc’s gone now, Ms. Saunders,” he said, showing her a look of parental concern, “and I’m sure you are worried about what will become of you. I just want to let you know you can stay here as long as you need.” He looked around at the house that Doc had always insisted on keeping as clean as the surgery. “I’m not really in the market for a wife, but I’m sure I can use a really good housekeeper.”
“Dway boo chee?” It took every bit of Junie’s self control, which, frankly, was in pretty short supply, not to slug the little wang bao dahn. “First, I was not Doc’s wife, and I’m no one’s gorram housekeeper. I was his assistant. You know… I worked with him in the surgery and went with him on his circuit and I assisted him.” Junie paused to see if any of this was getting through. “You don’t get it, do you?” Junie said at last. “Doc taught me everything anyone will ever need to treat these people. I could teach you.”
“No offense, Mrs. errr Miss Saunders,” the boy who called himself Doctor answered. “I’m sure your Doc was a wonderful man, but medicine has progressed since you all came out here, and I’m really sure there’s very little you have to show me that I don’t already know.”
That last had done it. She wasn’t wanted. She wasn’t needed. Doc was gone, and so was she. She packed her few belongings and the drawing Caleb Stengal had made of Doc and headed off to somewhere else. It was only at the last minute she thought to grab the invite, hoping against hope that the “girl” would still be welcome. She had spent almost all of the little money she had saved for the cramped, smelly place on the transport that had gotten her this far, but she had made it. She was here.
Of course, now that she was here, she wasn’t sure what to do next. She had spent the better part of the day watching people get on the old ship. Everyone seemed to know the guy with the pony tail and the girl who she hoped was his daughter, so she figured he must be the Archibald from the paper. “All I have to do,” she thought “is to present myself to that Captain guy, all professional like.” She nodded as she continued her train of thought. “Hello,” she rehearsed, silently. “I’m Dr. Saunders. I’m afraid my associate, Dr. Halgren, has passed on. I feel confident in saying that he would want me to take his place on this voyage.” Junie did feel a little guilty about calling herself a doctor, but, after all, thanks to Doc, she practically was one any way.
“And that's it. Now, I reckon Reese has something cooking for us, if y'all are hungry. And remember rule number one...?”
“Ai ya!” She’d waited too long. Junie grabbed her bag and ran across the crowded walk ways, shouting at people to get out of her way and being sworn at in return. She ran up the ramp to where people were beginning to head into the relative darkness of the ship, threw her bag down with an echoing thud and stood, bent over, hands on her thighs, as she struggled to get her breath back. She stayed that way longer than she really needed to, uncomfortably aware that now everyone was staring at her, waiting for her to explain her entrance, and completely unaware that she had interrupted anyone. Finally, she stood up right and looked at the man she assumed was the captain.
“Doc’s dead. I’m here. Okay?”