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8 yrs ago
Two more days to a year that I'm not supposed to be counting. The little Tom Hanks in my soul is marking days without you. Castaway on an island surrounded by an ocean of tears getting deeper daily.
8 yrs ago
Want a Slice of Life? Sol City is your ticket! Large, friendly group always room for more! roleplayerguild.com/topics/…
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8 yrs ago
November 10th, 2017 4:30 pm CST. You let go and I wasn't ready. I'm still not ready. I miss you.
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8 yrs ago
Two months and a week. I miss you. This sucks. Is it bad that I pretend that you PCS'd and will be back before long? Then I remember you're gone and won't be back even if I wished it. And I do. Daily.
8 yrs ago
Two months, four days. I miss you. Can't listen to Mike and the Mechanics "In The Living Years" anymore. It came on at work yesterday as the last song and I cried.

Bio

Ugh...I hate this part. So I'm super into Sailor Moon...which no one else is...and that's okay. I also really love Items, Escaflowne, Vampire Knight, Fushigi Yugi, Ah My Goddess, K Dramas, Chinese and Tiwanise Dramas as well. I torture people by making them read the TV.

Oh this is where I tell you I'm American...and I just lost a few people but oh well. Trust me if I could afford to live overseas I would. So yeah...that's me.

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Name: Jocelyn Beatrix Victoria Harmon
Nickname (if any): Lyn, Vic or Bea
Title or Hero/Villain/Code name (if any): Tonic
Species: Human-Mutant
Gender: Female
Sexuality: Heterosexual
Age: 85 but looks in her 20’s
Birthday: March 24th
Personality:
FriendlyClosed OffListens WellOpinionatedHonestPacifistOutgoing


Jocelyn is friendly and a good listener as her current profession entails. She is very withdrawn when it comes to herself. She has trust issues with others men in particular. She is a pacifist and will try to talk her way out of a confrontation.
Appearance (description, doll-maker, or face-claim):



Affiliation (if any): None
Powers (if any): Tonic’s abilities are a healing touch and a healing factor as well as a poison touch. Due to the toxins that she was experimented on with. She has been able to push them to specifically her left hand. She wears a glove on that hand. The healing does not mitigate pain from the injuries but as long as the subject is still alive; heart beating even faintly, she can heal them. Her healing factor can heal non-vital injuries within minutes but takes longer on mortal wounds. Consequently she can heal and harm at once. She is practically immune to poisons, diseases, and aging; which is reduced to a fraction of what it should be. Unfortunately it is also practically impossible for her to get drunk or high; she tried that route to deal with her nightmares. This also applies to fatigue poisons which gives her increased stamina and endurance. Which in turn allows her to run for longer periods of time, not faster just longer.
Weapon(s) (if any): None
Weaknesses:
People that are injured or Tortured
Good looking intelligent men
Guns

Likes (optional):
Animals
Downton Abby (Reminds her of her youth)
Helping Others
Fast Vehicles
Dancing
Art

Dislikes (optional):
Narrow Mindedness
Confrontation
Arguments
Death
Misogynists
Guns
Experimentation on animals or people

Current Residence: Apartment in Manhattan, NY.
Backstory (if you plan on revealing your OC's backstory in the RP, either skip this or keep it vague): Jocelyn Victoria Beatrix Harmon was born in 1933 and on her 10th birthday she fell down stairs getting to a bomb shelter in the town house they were living in. her mother broke her ankle for all of a minute. Jocelyn used her powers to heal her mother. As her powers presented themselves her parents were horrified. Turning her over to an agency that stated that they’d take care of her and that the “incident” would never be spoken of. Jocelyn was taken to Canada and experimented on as a side project of the Weapon X Program. She was genetically manipulated hundreds of times but the only one that took was a healing factor from another experiment. She was then put through more experimentation to see how well the healing both her original and the added gene worked. Needless to say she was tortured and saw others tortured. She escaped as one of the other experiments destroyed the place and somehow by luck was not discovered. She was 16 at the time but looked like she was 12. On the run she went from Canada into the US and went from school to school running just as she managed to find out someone was after her. She had a hard life but things got easier in the 1960’s about 20 years after she got into the US. She started waitressing to earn money to keep moving from town to town about every 7 to 10 years or so on the outside; at times she had to move sooner. She made sure that she was paid under the table so that she could disappear if she thought things were getting rough. Jocelyn realized that she’d have to get an identity every so often and knows a few people that she keeps in contact with and every so often she’d have a new identity made up. Eventually when computers were the new thing she started to learn how to hack into systems and be able to produce her own identification and background information that people were asking for. She attended a small colleges and has several degrees in computer technologies, C++ and Programing. She also has a Nursing Degree. Sadly even though it’s all her it is under pseudonyms. She was able to finally track down what happened to her in Canada and after almost 65 years she has a clue and that is the name “James Howlett”. When that name lead her on a wild goose chase she gave up. She applied and works as a part time bartender for a local bar.
Special Skills (if any): Dancing, Tai Chi, Judo, Karate and Parkour.
Other: Alias; Lynn Hamm, Victoria Joy, Joyce Han, Beatrice Harmon, Vicki Harmon, Joyce Victory most recently Joy Harmon


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Indeed I am. :)


Excellent. I am interested.
Are you still taking players?
I'm there. 😁
Siobhan

Location: Sol Hospital 2nd Floor Room 12
Interaction: Paige (@Pilatus) & Milo (@RoccanIronclad)

Siobhan watched Milo walk out. “What the he-okay…” Siobhan looked back at Paige. “Alright Rocky, not the best follow through on a date. Unless of course you're dating a doctor. So big questions...who's after you? Do you need a lawyer? Cause I know a shark. She's amazing. So Milo seemed pretty torn up. You keep dodging the question of whether or not there is something there. Hum very Beauty and the Beast. So you drugged up enough to tell me what is going on or do I have to wait till the nurse comes back? Or heaven forbid Milo.” Siobhan leaned over Paige and smirked absentmindedly braiding Paige's hair so it was out of the way mostly.

She thought about how much her life had changed due to Paige and how she had changed because of her friendship. She wanted more friends like Paige. She also thought about Joel and seeing him more often made her get nervous but in a good way. Her phone went off and she looked down at it and glanced at the text message.

~Where u @?
~Busy Sighing she replied.
~Best get unbusy
~Rain check. Fam in hospital. Scowling at the phone fingers flying over the keys.
~2 weeks from now outta respect 4 u but if ur not here he takes it out on u. u know u don't want to push that u know what will happen.
~I know Sighing she pocketed the phone after turning it on silent greatly appreciating the short reprieve only to realize Joel would be back by then and how to hide something like this from him. She'd only been able to hide it from Paige cause Paige had been busy with the Marshall stuff. She kept her face blank after pocketing her phone to look at Paige smirking at remembering her last remarks.
Siobhan

Location: Sol Hospital 2nd Floor Room 12
Interaction: Paige (@Pilatus) & Milo (@RoccanIronclad)

Siobhan looked at Paige and swallowed loudly. I won? Won what? Was that supposed to be reassuring?! Siobhan took in the scene. Paige lying on a hospital bed looking like she was drugged out of her mind and beaten like a female clone of Rocky Balboa. Milo looked like he wanted to pound some metal or someone's face probably someone's face. She snapped back to Paige and with a stubborn set to her countenance she walked in farther.

A nurse managed to get out “There's too many people in there…” only to get the look of ‘I will end you if you think you can make me leave’. So Siobhan walked over to Paige's bedside and nodded to Milo. “Milo. So who do we need to eviscerate or since you said, so eloquently, I won; I gather the perp is dead already? And can somebody please tell me what is going on? All I was told was attacked.” Looking over at Milo. “Thank you by the way.” She looked back at Paige. “If you can tell me what kind of attack?” She hoped she wasn't stepping on police toes by asking. This would give her some time to put herself together. She wanted to hug Paige but she looked so fragile and she didn't know anyone else as well as she did Paige. She sat down by the bed and put her hands on the covers smoothing them out as if it were something to do.
Siobhan

Location: Various Sol City
Interaction: Parents


Siobhan went to the gym to meet Paige, who never showed up. Siobhan bit her lip worried about Paige. This isn't like her. Maybe she got caught up in paperwork. Driving home she mentally shuffled her projects and to do list in order of most important. Finish up the illustrations. Clean up. Make dinner then into bed. Tossing her keys on the end table of the two bedroom apartment in a less pricey and very down to earth neighborhood. She sighed and stretched arching her back. She turned on the stereo system and made a beeline for her work station.

The apartment was immaculate. Her workstation not so much. She had notes all over it and her paints scattered about it too. She sighed and soon lost herself in her work. The apartment quickly became dark and Siobhan asked google to turn on the light. The lights came on and Siobhan continued to work on the illustrations for the medical book. About an hour later she was scanning it in and emailing the professor. Looking up she noticed it was well after sundown. Stretching she went to the kitchen and made dinner.

She was restless and wanted to get out and relax. Relaxing meant riding around the city and daddy had a nice Mac Laren that she'd been dying to see get her hands on. Deciding on taking out the car she called her daddy.“Hey Daddy how are you and Mum tonight?”“We're good. At home right now. Did you need something, baby girl?”

Siobhan grinned. “That transparent huh?”“Only because I know you had your car turned in to get it worked on and you've had your eye on my Mac Laren for awhile now.” She could hear his lazy grin.

She laughed and unlocked her door locking it again from the outside. “Alright ya caught me. I'll be there asap and you and mum can think up what you want for me to borrow the car.”“Alright. See you in a bit. Love you, baby girl.”“Love you too daddy. Of course mum too. Bye.” Laughing softly she hung up.

Taking a taxi she was across town and out of the cab in about half an hour. After about a few minutes her phone vibrated and she let it go to voicemail. Not pulling out the phone she excused herself and listened to the voicemail.

"Siobhan, it's Milo, Paige was attacked and is in the hospital, she asked me to call and let you know where she was, second floor, room twelve."

The voicemail cut off and she stared off into space, which was how her mother found her a couple of minutes later.

“Van? Sweetie? What's wrong? You're paler than normal.”“Paige is in the hospital. She was attacked.” Her voice was flat and slow as if she wasn't here. Her mother pinched her arm. “Ow!! Mum that hurt!!!” Siobhan rubbed her arm and glared at her mother.“Paige isn't Genny, but you should go.” Her mother turned to her father who was standing in the doorway and making eye contact with him he nodded.“Take the Mac Laren for now. Go to Kennedy. I've done so research on her. She's pretty cool. Be safe. And let her know if she needs anything we'd be happy to help.”

Nodding she hugged them both and ran for the garage. Jumping in, firing it up and pulling out of the driveway she thought about gunning it but stayed at the speed limit. Getting to the hospital she parked locked the car and broke into a run. Skidding around corners she took a moment to appreciate what the mile swim daily that she'd been doing. She dodged nurses and doctors miraculously not tripping or knocking anyone over. She barely slowed down as she started to see cops. She skidded to a stop outside the open door of room 12.“Paige?” It came out as a breathless whisper as she took in the battered countenance of her best friend, practically big sister. Siobhan was frozen in the doorway. Siobhan’s expression was one of disbelief and agony. How did this happen? Not again!!!! If Paige didn't get the guy we're going Chicken Huntin’!!!!!
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