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Westcoast!Where you found us?
(so we know whatís working)In the depths of Mt. Doom.Other characters:
(Thereís a limit of 5! Just so you remember!)Cillian Lennox and Dr. E. Gaines
Your Character:Hi! My name is:
Edith Mairi GainesBut most people call me:
Eddie, pronounced "E" "D." I escaped (or was reluctantly pulled from) my motherís womb on:
June 15thAnd that was 35 years ago! I love/hate my job as a:
Owner and Operator of Elk Run's Apartment ComplexPeople like to tell me I look like:
Cate BlanchettLet me tell you about my family:
Father or Da (Scot speak for Dad)as we called him- Donaidh P. Gaines. Died when I was about 23 and Ewan 18. Started off as a farmer, mostly sheep herder though. The veg grower. Da liked to be a jack of all trades. Although he was a better salesman than grower. During my teen years we moved to American where he started a hobby shop. That went grand! Finally found something that fit him perfectly. Passed all too soon. Heart attack, though on account of his will is buried in our hometown of Ardersier. God rest his soul.
Mum- Sorcha N. Gaines. Also along with dad grew up in Ardersier. She more the most part remains a mystery to me. Always sort of was off in her own world...which I do have my theories about. She was a grade school teacher, kind from what I remember. Died when I was 8 and Ewan 4. Bus accident. Now as I grown woman, I feel I miss her more than I did when I was younger. Through all the changes and discoveries I went through growing up it would have been nice to have a mother to kinda guide me along or at least explain certain things. Although now...now I'm doing what she could never with my nephew.
Brother- Ewan O. Gaines. Heart of mine as I like to say. He's about 5 years younger and my complete opposite. I'm the way ward sister and he...so not.Always the stationary fellow. Regardless of such, I love that man to pieces. Still awfully protective of him. Always one to do what's right and noble. Honestly the most valiant man I know...he'd been through a lot and still like Da he's fearless. Just keeps going for those around him. Oh did I mention he's single and a most great single father!? C'mon ladies ...he's not bad looking either and A DOCTOR! However much he protest it's about time he got back into the dating game..and I might just grease the wheels a tad.
Sister-in-Law- Moira A. Gaines. Once my dearest friend growing up, and so happened to be my brother's love of his life. Honestly those two were just too perfect for each other. Even when they played in their sand box years you'd just know it...it would always be Ewan and Moira, Moira and Ewan. Honestly, just...simply...the most beautiful and sweet person I'd ever met. If it wasn't for her Ewan probably would have never left Scotland. A bit of my partner in crime you know. Mother of my brother's only son, my nephew William aka. Billy. We all loved her...she was always part of the family. But cancer has a nasty way of being indescriminate. She lost the battle to cancer when Billy was about two. It breaks my heart to know billy won't remember her. Still...my brother has a way of keeping her alive for billy's sake. Which is a great thing for Billy, but also such a bad thing for Ewan's broken heart.
William H. Gaines- LOVELY BEAUTIFUL MOST WONDERFUL NEPHEW! Currently he's four. Loves to draw and get himself into loads of trouble! Smart for his age, but then I'm a doting aunt so I may be a bit bias. I pick up where Moira can't. I mommy him and keep a close eye. I'm starting to notice certain aspects...might take after me. Of course to the horror of my brother! Iím in Elk Run because:
Because this is where the winds of change have brought me. Call me flighty, but I am a firm believer in omens. Now what I exactly saw or what convinced me to come back to good ol' Elk Run is my business. However I'm not without a sense of good story telling to relate at least half of the story. Gotta leave them, wondering right? Well here goes...I happen to be in Elk run because well I've been feeling a little nostalgic for the place. I spent some of my teen years here and well I wanted to see the place again. That and when I heard that the wee flat complex in town was going under and potentially putting people out of a place to live well, call it good Scottish nobility...I just couldn't let that happen. Besides, the idea of me being a land lady was to much to resist. I mean really...ME...the woman child trying to at having an "grown-up" job....well it's too much of a laugh not to do!
In fact...I'm laughing at myself right now! Oh god, you have to love self inside jokes. My agenda aside there is also the allure of helping out my little brother, Ewan. Proud as he is, the man needs some help. He likes to put on the facade that's he's ok and capable, being a single father, a widow, and trying to get his career in psychology started...it may fool Billy (his 4 year old/ my darling nephew), but it doesn't fool me! That boy needs a mother figure and he has one crazy aunt to do it. Besides a growing boy like that needs someone to keep a close eye on him...all the changes children go through and all. I'd heard that the school needed a School Shrink and wouldn't you know that I happen to have a brother who does such...mind shrinking. I have my family close this way, have a laugh pretending to be a grown up, and get the benefit of being in the place where I first started my world travels....so there's that. That's the public reason for me being here anyway. So you know why Iím here, this is how I got here:
Our Da ('father' in Scot speak) used to boast that the Gaines name or 'clan' as he'd say went back as far as the earliest Highlanders in Inverness...that's a northern Scottish city for you Geographically challenged. Actually, us Gaines come from a small village town called Ardersier, a few miles east from Inverness. It''s a fishing village, Da really got into that...the fishing I mean. Ewan and I couldn't be bothered with it.
Ah, Ewan...right well he's my little brother. Five years the younger. And just for the record although we're both grown-up (well he is...i'm not sure I have hahaha), I'm still fiercely protective over him. We grew up in a nook of the world that made innocence easy and endless. It was like growing up in a bubble, we were our own entity...it was wonderful. A right well Scottish upbringing, cut us and we bleed plaid. Honestly, we're as Scottish as Haggis, Irn-Bru (Whiskey) and fine tartan fashions.
This brings me to Mum. Always the enigmatic creature to me, I have my theories about her.No...I have my facts is what. She died...an accident really. There was a storm, used the local tran. (bus) coming back from work. Being that we lived in the highlands of Scotland, said tran. couldn't make the wild and unreasonable turn...the roads slippery and well...it just tottered off the cliff. I was 8 and Ewan 4 and Da well...he kept on as best he could. I'm convinced that man was made from steel! He put on a good face for Ewan and myself, worked twice as hard to keep our home/farm. I sort of took on the role of mommy for Ewan, not that I minded. Even Ewan helped as best he could.
Yes there was tragedy, but as Gaines aren't without are keen sense of survival! During my Teen years though, I started to get what I call, 'the itch." I was restless. Tired of the same old town, my imagination ached to know other places, things, EVERYTHING! Ewan was more of the rooted guy...not so much me. Ewan was a little older and could take care of himself. That and well Ewan had discovered the world well before I did. No he didn't travel...that compassionate brother of mine fell in love. Moira McFadden. The neighbor girl. God, she was just so...achingly beautiful and sweet that one. Ewan fell smitten with her since their first play date. What need did he have to see the physical world when his world was right in front of him in the form of a lovely raven haired Moira. More on that later.
I was 15 and badly needed to get out! And of course as any teenaged girl would do with over dramatics I convinced Da to let me go. We sold the farm, which wasn't doing that great anyway. In fact selling it got as a nice sizable chunk of change! Enough for a big move! The best part...I GOT TO PICK WHERE! During the time I was going through this big American Punk scene phase and wanted to go to America. Not just any place in the country...but be in real America. In some no name town...and hence I picked Elk Run. Father needing that change also relented, but Ewan had a wee bit of a problem. You can guess what that is or more like who. Either way he was coming. I actually went to Ashbury for 2 years! But it got pricey and well got tired of my America fad and once again needed to go on another adventure. Ewan missed Moira. Da loved America though, ran a hobby shop at the edge of town that did much better than our farm in Scotland.
Still Da being as amazing as he was, let Ewan go back to Scotland. Went back to Ardersier, lived with a Aunt of ours who was more than glad to take Ewan in. Da stayed in Elks Run. I went Brussels! On a scholarship! Luck really smiled on us! I finished off in the International School of Brussels. So happened they had an Anthropology club, which was perfect. I'd found my calling. Well...more like I found the prefect field of study to keep my interest and excuse to keep on moving and enable my rather bohemian lifestyle I was creating for myself. Da sadly passed on when I was about 23, Ewan 18. Heart Attack.
After College (highschool), I enrolled Cairo University in Egypt. Majored in Anthropology with a Minor in Archaeology. Did a semester abroad in Peking University in China! Life was great! Did 2 years in the Global Service Corps right out of University in Tanzania,Africa. Then 2 more in Cambodia. A few months in Brazil. And that lead to be being in a Peruvian Pan flute band, we toured Peru, Argentina, Chile, and finally El Salvador. It was in El Salvador where I met a awfully lovely Mexican man by the name of. Dr Gabriel Rojas...ph.d in Anthro. Shacked up with him in Mexico, D.F. Was his T.A. Moved on with a friend of mine who was doing research on the native tribes of Canada for about a year in Vancouver. Which then oddly snowballed me into research with a Turkish friend of mine on Gypsy culture. That on tour throughout Spain and eastern Europe, back to Africa...then....family tragedy called once more.
Ewan needed me. More than he ever did. So did billy, who was about 2 at the time. I'd always come back for holidays and things to spend time with Moira, Ewan and Billy. No matter how far I was on whatever crazy adventure, my connection with my Family was always strong. Moira had been battling an aggressive brain tumor for a while and well couldn't fight any longer. Ewan lost his wife and mother of his child. I my good friend and sister and law. I helped out Ewan in Scotland for as long as I could...a year. After that Ewan begged me to go, nothing wrong with that. I think he needed to know he could do it all on his own. Which of course I think he can...it's just hard. I left to San Diego as a Animal keeper. Animals love me! But alas, needed something else quickly after. So that brings me to now. Elk Run. The start of my travel. Isn't nostalgia great?
(Answer the following to the best of your ability so we can get a feel for your character's personality. The answers may be as long or as short as you feel necessary, so long as they give us a peek into who your character is)On a Saturday night I will most likely be:
I love live music! I love much to long bohemian nights drinking wine with friends talking of Gainsburg or Music. Dancing oh yes much dancing...and on my more charitable nights I'd probably give my hardworking little brother a night off from being a single father. Thing is he has no sense of taking a break. He'd probably just end up in his office keeping his door open as most dedicated School Counselors tend to do. That or planing a day trip to my friends in a few African tribes.There's been a break in at the neighbors. I'm going to:
Investigate naturally. Of course in my own special way. I choose not to disclose how....wouldn't be in my nature to tell you the whole truth. Besides what's more fetching than a woman with a sense of mystery?I don't want to go to school/work today. I'll probably:
Spend the day listening to old records, looking up aging trees in the woods. I tend to hide from my tenants this way...really you can't fix a leaky facet!? Sigh...must I go incognito? In my free time I like to:
Go far off in some adventure. Uncovering whatever mystery I can...not nancy drew mysteries of course. But...the kinds where you get up in the morning and decide you need to go to Egypt to help on a dig or even the kind that involves reading a slew of old books out in the middle of somewhere. That or looking after the run about that is my nephew Billy is while keeping a close eye on my Brother.
That or wandering....constantly wandering through this big wide world. Three things I really like:
Laughter, strange things/people, Impromptu Dancing in all types of weather.Three things I really hate:
Intolerance, uptight rigid people, Standing stillThe one thing I would die without:
My family. Although I tend to more of the flitting bohemian and sort of disappear for bits of time I always have contact with my family. In one form or another. They are my anchor and I tend to keep an ever close on them. That and chocolate....I'd die without it.
(For the following questions please recall what you learned [url*=LINK TO CREATURE FEATURE]here[/url], or if you havenít read it yet, please do now! Weíll know if you donít!)I think shifters are:
Simply enthralling. I like change and so by theory of interchangability find such changelings of interest. There is much about them that isn't known. More than Vampires I'd say. And as such, I tend to have a certain deep sense of compassion for them. I think vampires are:
A Vampire! Interesting....keenly interesting creatures. Call it childish curiosity or on account of my degree in Anthropology...a scientific inquiry I find myself awfully enthralled by these beings. Besides let's not kid ourselves...aren't they just glorious to oggle? Hahaha. I think faeries are:
Curious. Very curious creatures. But due to very personal family stakes I happen to find them as a certain threat. I would never wrong one no...that's just not in me. But I would tread very carefully upon meeting one. I think AFA students are:
Little wee banshee's who won't stop calling me a 'witch!" I'll skin them alive and throw them in my big cauldron! Yummy! ...Gotcha! I'm not going to lie I find their ill though fear of me sorta of HIGHLY amusing! Really I just get such a big kick out of it! Sadly they grow out of it....sigh. In all truth though, I happen to very much like the students. Most are respectable, I really like youngin's. At 35 I still consider myself a child...I still haven't quite grown up. I would be most scared to meet a:
(name a supe here and say why)
A faerie. My own curious nature of the strange tells me that I would like them...but something about their infatuation with the certain things or people happen to me a wee bit nervous for certain members of my family. Granted, their circumstance as tricksters happens to be of great amusement to me.It would be really cool to meet a:
(name a supe here and say why)
A Vampire! Interesting....keenly interesting creatures. Call it childish curiosity or on account of my degree in Anthropology...a scientific inquiry I find myself awfully enthralled by these beings. Besides let's not kid ourselves...aren't they just glorious to oggle? Hahaha. Do you think the school administrators should be worried about vampire moving to town? Should they be taking more precautions, fewer?
Oh God no! That's just about the silliest thing! Hollywood has done such a grand job at tarnishing the good names of these people...or is it creatures. Eh...tomato/ toemato! The world is changing and much like the song I have playing in the lobby of my Apartment complex, "The Times They Are A Changing." Fear is a natural response to what we don't understand, but why must we linger?
So, Vampires happen to be dead and suck blood....is that any better than us? How many of us are worse off? Existing and not truly living. Humanity's slate isn't exactly clean from what ever carnage a Vampire might or might not do. Let's do the world a favor and instead of instigating more discrimination and violence try to understand? Besides...you can't tell me having a Vampire for a tenant isn't utterly interesting! Say what they will, but Aiden is a charming lad. Besides who among us doesn't have their share of secrets? Different faces for everyday....I know I'm no exception. Is there anything else we need to know about your character?
Edith is very much the beautiful, but mysterious bohemian that's sort of hard to peg. Charming, but you can't help but feel there's something more to her. Much like her brother she has a very heavy Scottish accent. Is a world traveler and is fluent in strange languages. Which also means she has a constant friendship with equally strange, but amicable people. Knows several other languages...how many Edith will never say...she likes surprising people with what she does know.I do hereby promise, on threat of extreme harassment, to remain active with my cannon character, and keep all plot goodies delivered to my Inbox a secret until the appropriate time.
JackieAnd the magic word is...