Post by abby01 on Jul 22, 2011 11:04:07 GMT -5
ABIGAIL MADISON BURWELL
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► FULL NAME: Abigail Madison Burwell
► NICKNAMES: Abby
► PLAY BY: Emily VanCamp
► SEX: Female
► AGE & DOB: Twenty-five/February 15, 1938
► NATIONALITY: American
► SEXUALITY: Heterosexual
► MARITAL STATUS: Single
► OCCUPATION: Photographer
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► HEIGHT: 5'8"
► WEIGHT: 125 lbs.
► BUILD: Slender
► SKIN TONE: Tanned during the warmer months; more pale when there's no sun out shining
► DISTINGUISHING FEATURES: Has pierced ears
► LIKES:
-Photography
-Rain
-Snow
-Reading
-Writing
-Baking
-Italian food
-Swimming
-Dogs
-Coffee
-Music
-Traveling
-Taking long walks
► DISLIKES:
-Laziness
-Ignorance
-Extremely warm weather
-Politics
-Sleeping in
-Alcohol
-Watching TV
-Sitting still for prolonged periods of time
-Driving
-People who'd rather 'shoot first and ask questions later'
► OVERALL PERSONALITY:
The one word to describe Abby is independent. Yes, occasionally her rich father helps her out if she needs it but rarely does that happen. Abby likes to do her own things, instead of having other people rule her life. Her independent nature means that the few relationships she has been in have failed miserably. The men she has been with in the past don't like a lady who likes to run off and be on her own all of the time. Frankly speaking, Abby says 'screw them.' She has a successful career, good friends, a nice family...Why does she need to add an eventual husband into that mix?
She's generally a laid-back gal who doesn't lose her temper often. She can forgive people in their moments of stupidity but she can never forgive ignorant people. She has an open mind and generally thinks that every single person on this planet has some redeeming quality in them, even if they choose not to show it. Abby's not the friend that you want to come running to when you have problems because she'll just tell you to buck up and solve them on your own. However, if you offer to buy her a cup of coffee or take her out to an Italian restaurant, she might be okay with at least listening to you rant and rave.
Abby doesn't like to sit still for too long; she always has to be doing something, whether it's taking a dip in a pool or just enjoying a long walk around whichever city she happens to be in at the time. She likes to give people the benefit of the doubt and, instead of automatically jumping to conclusions, she likes to give them the opportunity to always explain themselves to her.
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► HOMETOWN: Buffalo, NY
► CURRENT RESIDENCE: New York City, NY
► FAMILY: Father--Alexander Burwell; Mother--Samantha Burwell
► HISTORY:
Abby was born to the CEO of a consulting firm based in NYC with several offices across the world and a stay-at-home mom in Buffalo, NY. Being an only child, her very rich father had no problems with doting on his daughter. He sent her to the best of private schools, where Abby found herself excelling in the more creative-based classes. She knew from a rather early age that out of all of the creative endeavors she had learned about photography was her favorite. She could pound out a piece on the piano or pick up a violin and strum her way through a song; she could paint a picture of a beautiful landscape; but there was just something about picking up a camera that she loved more than all of the others combined.
She attended Columbia University where she majored in Art History and Visual Arts. After graduation, she mainly did freelance work for a local newspaper before landing a job with the prestigious magazine Newsweek, based in NYC. Abby has the apartment in the city but, being on of the magazines topmost photographers, she often gets sent overseas to take pictures for stories about other countries. She pays her way through life on her own for the most part but isn't adverse to her daddy helping her out every now and then. However, she doesn't consider herself a spoiled, rich kid.
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► ALIAS: Lindsay
► OTHER CHARACTERS: William Edelman, Elvis Presley, and Ringo Starr
► WHERE YOU FOUND US: Caution 2.0
► ROLE-PLAY EXAMPLE:
One...two...three...four...One...two...three...four. The drums were still always with him. But this time it was different; this time someone else heard them. It wasn't just his imagination; they were really there. The Master knew that the Doctor hadn't believed him but now he had proof--albeit, proof that he couldn't let the Doctor know about because he needed Alma to remain his little secret. It wouldn't work to let the Doctor know that he was already raising a band of people to help him take over Pandora and keep it under his control. He was determined to make sure that there was no way the Doctor could win this time, that it was finally going to be his time to get complete and successful revenge.
The Master was still in the beginning stages of his planning. There was no need to rush anything because he didn't see Pandora sending people back home anytime soon. For all he knew, they were going to be stuck here forever...No, the Master didn't want to think about that possibility. Being stuck in one place when he could travel literally anywhere and everywhere wasn't a very condoling thought. He was as determined as the next person to find a way out of Pandora. In the meantime, however, why not become the master of this little place? It's not like he had anything better to do, right?
The Grove had quickly become one of the Master's favorite thinking spots. He went in the middle of the day, when he wouldn't have to be a witness to couples enjoying a romantic moonlit walk or the less mature people running around catching fireflies. It was kind of funny that something so silly as that could entertain humans for hours on end, and it gave him all the more reason to want to get out of here so he could be among species a lot more advanced than Homo sapiens.
Just as he knew it would be, the Grove appeared to be abandoned at this time of the day. He began his jaunt around the field, trying to concentrate on anything but the drumming in his head. That was going to be easier said than done...Hold on...Was that...? It couldn't be! The Master stopped in his tracks as off in the distance he saw the outline of the blue police box. He had been avoiding this day for as long as he could. It had been bad enough running into one of the Doctor's pet humans the other day, and now here was the Time Lord himself.
The Master had already been able to establish that it wasn't the Doctor he had just been with who was in Pandora--that it was some future him...Future him, which meant different personality, so the Master approached the TARDIS with caution. Who knew when and if the Doctor would ever change and think that violence was okay? He stopped in front of the doors, letting a small grin cross pass his face as he called out, "Oh, Doctor! Come out, come out, wherever you are!"
"Act Naturally!"
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