Post by Rue Fraser on Sept 7, 2011 16:24:39 GMT -5
CONFIDENTIAL
FILE OF:
Fraser, Ruth
FILE OF:
Fraser, Ruth
BASIC DETAILS:
PERSONAL INFORMATION:
FULL NAME: Ruth Arielle Fraser (Prefers to be called Rue)
GENDER: Female
AGE: 20
D.O.B.: April 12th
PHYSICAL PROFILE:
HEIGHT: 5’10’’
WEIGHT: 132 pounds.
HAIR COLOR: Red.
EYE COLOR: Greenish brown
DISTINCTIVE FEATURES: None.
PSYCH. EVALUATION:
LIKES:
- Favorite color: Red.
- Favorite music: Soft rock, pop, indie—anything with a good beat or a good sounding guitar is all right in her book. She really loves almost all types of music.
- Favorite foods: Sushi and other fish dishes, strawberries (and most other fruits), sweets.
- Favorite pastimes/hobbies: Acting, a bit of singing, sleeping in, being around people, and randomly dancing.
- Favorite place to be: The beach. She loves the warm weather.
DISLIKES:
- Being called Ruth; she finds it to be too formal.
- Staying still too long.
- Pork.
- Being alone for too long.
- Having a lack of freedom.
FEARS:
- That she’ll end up alone forever.
- Long-term commitment.
- Fire.
- Not having a future.
- Dying.
PERSONALITY:
Rue’s personality is best described with the fire she is frightened of. She has the power to become a wildfire, almost completely uncontrollable, and she can be turned into the flame on a candle in the next second. She has a mostly warm personality and doesn’t treat many people coldly; one has to work incredibly hard for her to do that. In fact, she feels better when she’s around people, socializing, and in general having a good time. The problem though, as with fire, that one cannot get too close; one wouldn’t get burned in her case, but simply find that they’re chasing the fire into a dark cave. She runs away from serious long-term commitment with people.
Something that becomes incredibly obvious with Rue almost as soon as one meets her is that she prefers to have things her way, and that’s it. In her childhood and a good chunk of her teenage years, it was all about getting what she wanted through any means necessary. Nowadays, she’s not that bad, but she still prefers if things are under her control. She likes doing things her way, even if those ways don’t make any sense to anyone around her, and considers herself a free spirit of sorts.
To expand on an earlier point, being around people truly does give her energy. She is an extrovert, loving to be at the center of attention and socializing with others. She is rather friendly and kind most of the time, even if it seems that she’s a bit self-centered. She has absolutely no problem talking to strangers and she has the tendency to draw attention to herself; that mostly stems from not receiving much attention as a child. When she’s alone, she doesn’t have much energy, is bored most of the time, and finds it hard to do things. She feels the need to always be going, always be doing something; this does make her a hardworking person in a sense, but only if she’s focused enough. She will throw all of her passion into whatever she happens to be doing at the moment, making her one hell of a nuisance to deal with when she’s angry; doesn’t happen too often though.
To close, look at the fire again. It doesn’t like to be controlled and can change size almost instantly. It can be warm to those close to it, but flees when people try to get too close. It’s at its best when it’s around a lot of people, and dim when it’s alone.
BACKGROUND:
HOMETOWN: Santa Barbara, California
HISTORY:
Rue was born to Scott and Mary Fraser, their only child. The three of them lived very comfortably in a large house in Santa Barbara, Scott a professor of mathematics at the University of Santa Barbara and Mary a nurse at the Goleta Valley Community Hospital. Because of Scott, Rue was able to do math at a young age and was reading by the time she was four years old. Because of Mary, Rue was incredibly healthy and rarely got sick, only catching a cold maybe once a year. However, because of both of their jobs, she didn’t get enough of the attention she yearned for, and was often left with baby-sitters.
Though, the both of them learned that Rue was not that healthy personality wise. Sure, she was intelligent for her age, but that also meant that she knew the best ways to get into trouble. She got into the habit of hiding her parents’ car keys, drawing on her father’s notes for his classes, throwing a fit whenever they left the house, and generally wreaking havoc for babysitters. Almost since she could talk, and she used that volume to get anything she wanted. With the babysitters, it worked most of the time. With her parents, it worked for a while until they realized a couple of things: it was really bad that they let her have whatever she wanted, and she was doing it for a reason.
She wanted attention.
With that in mind, Scott stopped teaching so many classes at the college, and Mary asked for less hours at her work. Rue got more of the attention from her parents, but she couldn’t say she got it the way she wanted. Her parents both set incredibly strict rules for how they wanted their house to be, especially since Rue didn’t seem to know what structure was. They did the good things like making sure she did her homework when she was going to school, and got her involved in things like dancing and acting while she was still young. But, they also didn’t let her go out of the house much at all or have any real friends. They tried to change her into being a complacent child, a quiet one that did as she was told.
This, in turn, made her life rather boring. Well, that’s how she describes it anyway. She did chores around the house. She did her homework as soon as she got it, not allowed to procrastinate or she’d get in trouble. Things like video games, or just games in general, weren’t played much at all, and she wasn’t allowed to have friends over except on weekends. Even though it was both of her parents enforcing these rules, it was more or less her mother enforcing them more. Her father, occasionally, played the sneaky role of letting her have ice cream once in a blue moon, or letting her run outside and play instead of being stuck inside doing chores. He didn’t want his child growing up like he did: only forced to do things that would further his education and not allowed to grow.
Unfortunately, he didn’t get to truly see Rue grow up the way he wanted to, or at all after she was ten and a half years old. Rue refuses to explain much of the story at all, only saying that it involved an explosion and her father’s favorite boat. Her father happened to be on that boat for that explosion, not her or her mother, and he died in the explosion. Because of that accident, Rue still refuses to go near fire to this day out of fear. And, she still points the finger at her mother. She thinks that she could have done something to prevent it, make it so he didn’t go on the boat that day. But she didn’t, so it was her fault.
Needless to say, thing changed after that. Her mother was now raising Rue on her own, or attempting to at the very least. She tried keeping those strict rules in place, tried keeping her daughter under her thumb and controlled. But, without her father there, Rue started resisting. Arguments were common in their house, and their relationship started to wither like the flowers sitting on the living room window of their house. They never seemed to agree on anything, and Rue, as she got into puberty, was rebelling more and more. She started causing trouble in school, getting in fights with other children, speaking out in class, and knowing the principal’s full name by the end of middle school.
She was starting to go out of control, and she knew. Her mom knew it, but there wasn’t much she could do about it. She had to pick up more hours from work so she could pay the bills, or that was the excuse she gave for her child’s behavior. When Rue got into high school, her and Mary didn’t talk much at all. They lived such separate lives, especially when Rue got her driver’s license and started hanging out with her friends and the theatre group more than at the house. She got back to getting almost whatever she wanted. Car? Sure, as long as you put the gas in it. MP3 player? Just don’t lose it. Party that lasted until three in morning? Just as long as they didn’t happen too often.
In senior year, Rue’s bad behavior peaked and leveled out. Somewhere, in the back of her mind, she realized just how out of control things were. The thing that really brought that was her being told by her school counselor that if she kept going the way she was, she had no future. She wasn’t applying herself much and colleges weren’t going to even look at her until she picked her grades up and got her act together. She needed to decide what she wanted to do with her life other than party with her friends.
“You have a future in acting, though, if you pursue it,” he said, “You might even be able to get into the California Institute of Art. But, if you don’t get yourself together and start going to class, then you’ll be back here as a janitor.”
The harsh reality of it all was what she needed. She still frequented the beach and hung out with her friends, but she went to school everyday after that meeting. She did the homework that she usually put off, and managed to pull her grades up. She proved that she could work hard when she set her mind to it. By the end of the year, not only had she been Eliza Doolittle in the school’s production of My Fair Lady, but she was able to graduate. The only snag with that was that her mother didn’t bother to come. The woman had been out of the house more than Rue as of late.
Rue found out why over the summer, deciding it was a better idea not to go to college this next semester. She found her mother was dating another man, one that she only brought home once because she didn’t think Rue was going to be home. She was, and things got messy and heated directly after that. Rue didn’t even want to know who the man was at that point, disregarding his name. She found out her mother had been dating him for a few months now without bothering to tell her. Though, and somewhere she knew this, Rue could have easily found out if she had bothered talking with her mom and working on that relationship. But, according to her, that relationship was shattered.
Now, it was permanently shattered in her mind. She interpreted this as a lie, and just found herself wanting to run away. She wanted to get out of Santa Barbara, get out of California. After doing research on the internet, she found an art school in Seattle that she could go to. She knew she couldn’t get into Juilliard or the big schools over on the other side of the country, but Seattle was far enough away from southern California. She didn’t bother applying before moving out. One day, she just packed everything away, threw it in her car, and ran away. It took her days to drive there, but once she got there, she felt it was far away enough from everything to start the life she wanted.
It was probably one of the many moves in her life she would come to regret. She got up there and found a place to live, a cheap apartment. She got a job at a grocery store, not wanting to rely on her mother’s money anymore. She knew it would be a few years before she could go to college, and she was… well, she knew it could be no other way. She didn’t like it, and in fact wasn’t thrilled with Seattle. It wasn’t as pleasant as Santa Barbara to her. It rained more. She wasn’t anywhere near a beach. She had no friends up here.
But, this was what she chose. She lived up there for over a year with the same job and the same apartment, not really doing what she wanted to do. She wanted to act. She wanted to live. But, she started finding out that the city of Seattle was changing. Parts of it weren’t safe to go anymore. The city just didn’t feel right anymore. She couldn’t tell that The One and Crayak’s Yeerks had a presence there. To her, people were just changing and fighting. She didn’t know any better.
That was all about to change.
OTHER NOTES:
PLAY-BY: Karen Gillan
STARTING MORPHS:
- Land: Ragdoll cat.
- Air: Magpie.
- Bug: Red Dragonfly.
- Water: King Penguin.
- Battle: Leopard.
Back to questions. Arc switched his tactic and wasn't playing nice with the Nobody any longer. Zexion didn't move as he talked, his arms staying crossed and his eyes still staring forward with the same emptiness. He wasn't going to react --couldn't react-- differently than this. A couple of the questions did stand out to him, however. The second question asked had an answer to it, an obvious one; he hadn't just pushed emotion away as a Nobody. In his current state, he could not even feel emotions, rendering them as useless and irrelevant. As a human-- no he wasn't going to bother with that train of thought.
He wasn't relenting either, continuing to ask question after question of the Schemer. Did he realize that getting angry with him, defiant, was going to do nothing except perhaps get the Nobody's eyes to narrow? Most likely. He also did not seem to expect any sort of answer, just continuing to, as far as Zexion could see, get a reaction out of him. Get him to change his thinking. Though, he seemed to cool after that, his tone becoming a bit melancholy. He was no longer keeping eye contact.
Silence boomed for a minute or so after Arc finished. Then, in a low tone, Zexion asked, “Are you going to let me answer now, or do you wish to continue?” Rhetorical question. He uncrossed his arms. “Nobodies cannot feel emotions, only remnants of them. Pretending that we can feel them without the heart is rather pointless.” That answered the first four or so questions, or so he felt.
He paused, then smirking. “As for your last question, you speak as if that was something I once had, or that Ienzo had in his short lifespan.” When living in Radiant Garden, one quickly learned that the kingdom was built on lies. Ansem the Wise wasn't a wise king, nor was he as righteous as he claimed to be. And his apprentices? None of them truly trusted one another, not in the sort of way Arc was describing. They had just trusted that Xehanort was right, that they were right, and that was it. None of them would have sacrificed a thing for each other.
Well, except for perhaps Lexaeus. He sacrificed himself for Zexion's plan in Castle Oblivion and even risked himself when going after Axel. He had blindly trusted what he was told every time, though Zexion wasn't sure why. “The only one who even remotely fit your description was used to help aid my plan to dispose of a necessary obstacle.” He looked away. He felt nothing from betraying Lexaeus's trust and severing that tie, essentially making the Organization fall because of his actions. He felt absolutely nothing from knowing that Lexaeus could most likely never look him in the eye again and trust him.
Yet, he almost wanted to feel something from that. He looked back up at Arc. “All I ask is that before you trust me, you must consider the truth of the matter at hand. You are trusting a Nobody who would not hesitate to use anyone for gain. Are you sure that is safe?”
[Post date: May 27th, 2011]
He wasn't relenting either, continuing to ask question after question of the Schemer. Did he realize that getting angry with him, defiant, was going to do nothing except perhaps get the Nobody's eyes to narrow? Most likely. He also did not seem to expect any sort of answer, just continuing to, as far as Zexion could see, get a reaction out of him. Get him to change his thinking. Though, he seemed to cool after that, his tone becoming a bit melancholy. He was no longer keeping eye contact.
Silence boomed for a minute or so after Arc finished. Then, in a low tone, Zexion asked, “Are you going to let me answer now, or do you wish to continue?” Rhetorical question. He uncrossed his arms. “Nobodies cannot feel emotions, only remnants of them. Pretending that we can feel them without the heart is rather pointless.” That answered the first four or so questions, or so he felt.
He paused, then smirking. “As for your last question, you speak as if that was something I once had, or that Ienzo had in his short lifespan.” When living in Radiant Garden, one quickly learned that the kingdom was built on lies. Ansem the Wise wasn't a wise king, nor was he as righteous as he claimed to be. And his apprentices? None of them truly trusted one another, not in the sort of way Arc was describing. They had just trusted that Xehanort was right, that they were right, and that was it. None of them would have sacrificed a thing for each other.
Well, except for perhaps Lexaeus. He sacrificed himself for Zexion's plan in Castle Oblivion and even risked himself when going after Axel. He had blindly trusted what he was told every time, though Zexion wasn't sure why. “The only one who even remotely fit your description was used to help aid my plan to dispose of a necessary obstacle.” He looked away. He felt nothing from betraying Lexaeus's trust and severing that tie, essentially making the Organization fall because of his actions. He felt absolutely nothing from knowing that Lexaeus could most likely never look him in the eye again and trust him.
Yet, he almost wanted to feel something from that. He looked back up at Arc. “All I ask is that before you trust me, you must consider the truth of the matter at hand. You are trusting a Nobody who would not hesitate to use anyone for gain. Are you sure that is safe?”
[Post date: May 27th, 2011]
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