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flyforoneday
playing here: Sam Winchester and Lancelot
where did you find us? forever Adi's fault.
are you 16 years of age or older?: yup!
character name: Lance Sweets
Fandom: Bones
Timeline: 4x5
character's age: 23
powers, skills, pets and equipment: canonly, Sweets is a brilliant psychologist who has completed two phds in psychology. He has remarkable observation skills and can come to frighteningly accurate conclusions concerning people based on what seems to them as very generic interactions. He was also dubbed a 'portable polygraph' by agent Booth for his skills in lie detection.
Additionally he is a very creative person, skillful in ceramics, bass guitar, piano and singing, as well as video-game marksmanship.
Mist induced powers – I would like Sweets to inspire an air of trust to the people he speaks with, thus making them more inclined to confide in him. Since he wouldn't be aware of said powers, he wouldn't know to use them so they would usually be very tame unless he's very invested in the conversation in which cases he would unknowingly direct them at the person he speaks to. They would of course not be almighty and dependent on player permission.
canon history: follow the blue word road~~
personality: Like many accomplished professionals, Lance is excellent at diagnosing and advising others, but is often ignorant to his own issues. He suffers from an inferiority complex aggravated by the way his surroundings responds to him; he's desperate for affection which is why he constantly strives to prove that he's a vital part of the team. He has a great need to fit in and be liked, and he cares a lot about the people around him, which is exactly why he chose to make psychology his field of expertise – helping people is his calling. Being rescued from his abusive past pushed him to work hard and aim high which is how he managed to complete a phd in psychology – no easy feat in the best of circumstances – in his early twenties. His own experience leads him to believe that people can be saved. Despite that belief that may seem childish in the cynical world he (and we) live in, he's far from naïve; he knows perfectly well how cruel and ruthless people can be, especially after the things working with agent Booth and Dr. Brennan exposed him to.
Being taken seriously is very important to Lance. He is constantly underestimated because of his age and his baby face, and is deeply frustrated by that fact. He tries to retain some sort of authority in his life by reminding his immediate environment of his credentials and his past feats, very much like a child seeking for attention and approval. Because he lost his parents shortly before being introduced to the show, he's looking for alternative sources of validation. These efforts are undermined by his own fun-loving easygoing nature; he's not embarrassed to sing karaoke, wear silly hats and silly sweaters at Christmas time, goof around when he's off the job and make star wars references or other childish jokes while on it.
He's a very hard worker; he spends "eight hours a day surrounded by neurotics" in addition to lending his help by supplying the FBI with well thought through and accurate psychological profiles, all while working on his own research focused on the working and personal relationship of Booth and Brennan that's to be presented in a book. Because of that he seeks to deepen personal bonds in his working environment. While intellectually he can hold his own with everyone in the Jeffersonian, socially he's on a significantly different level; for one there's the age difference – Sweets is still making his way out of the awkward immaturity of his teen years making his ideas of how to spend his free time are significantly different from those of his coworkers. He's a very warm and socially apt person who requires social stimulation in his life, surrounded by people who are more enclosed – either by their desire to maintain a professional working environment or by simple social inaptitude. Lance's desire for friendship and his need to be liked make him in many ways try too hard to squirm his way into the hearts of the people around him, which can often make him worry about being an annoyance. He's the sort of man who requires a genuine emotional connection to the people around him; later in canon he confesses that he does not like casual sex because for him it's a manifestation of a strong emotional bond. When he feels affection for someone, he gives himself to them completely, whether romantically or platonically, sometimes going too far and causing an opposite effect; aggravating and alienating the people he wishes to help.
Lance's professional and personal personas are widely different. Despite the fact this his relative childishness does rear its head occasionally in his working environment due to the amount of time he spends in it, he shares very little of his own emotions and experiences in it, probably a result of his training – a psychologist is not meant to share personal experiences with his patients. That separation makes every revelation about his personal life a true surprise to his coworkers who tend to underestimate his life experience.
In summary, Lance's work very much defines him. His fascination by the human psyche is a result of how deeply he cares for people, and his need to use the second chance he's been given in life to do some good and repay the kindness that has been done to him when his adoptive parents rescued him from his hellish life.
why do you feel this character would be appropriate to the setting? Lance's life has been filled with difficulties and horror from a young age; he was abused – whipped – until he was rescued by his adoptive parents at the age of 6. Working with the Jeffersonian and the FBI he's consulted on countless gruesome murder investigations. Additionally, his psychological training gives him tools to cope with the stressful change of environment and all the horrors Anatole has to offer.
Network Post Sample:
[The face of what appears to be an overgrown twelve year old in a suit and tie appears on your screens, Anatole.]
Hello people of – Anatole, is it? I'm Dr. Lance Sweets, a psychologist in the service of the FBI.
I've spoken to a few people since awakening here, but I'd like to confirm and receive some additional information if it's possible. From what I've gathered so far, we've been kidnapped to live in an isolated community kept together by a mist composed of hallucinogens and the shared perception that this is an alternative dimension, do I have that right?
Who are our captives and what is our purpose here? They seem to be highly influenced by the fantasy genre, that usually involves the protagonist accomplishing some sort of feat of valor – what is it here? The slaying of some metaphorical dragon? The rescuing of some princess? 'cause I gotta admit – that would actually be cool.
Third Person Sample:
The first thing to pop into his head as he awoke was that his worst fear has been realizes, and Zack overpowered him. But no, he remembers very clearly conversing with the young man, leading him inside while battling the conflicting emotions telling him that he has a professional obligation to keep the contents of their conversation to himself while his moral obliges him to speak of it.
Some days being a brilliant psychologist was a burden he did not think he could handle.
He did not remember, however, anyone hitting his head, and the lack of pain seemed to prove him right. So how did he black out? And more importantly – where the hell was he? He looks around trying to swallow down his instant panic and clear his head; this was a time to think clearly, if he wanted to come home safely he had to figure out what it is he was dealing with. The room in no way resembles the loony bin's infirmary – where he figured by all logic he should be in. The room seemed generic, mass produced even; lacking all personal touches, but it wasn't the clinical white of the infirmary. If he had to guess, he'd surmise he's in some sort of hotel – not at the bottom of the food chain but not too far up either. In any case it was definitely not a place he's seen before. One thing could already be said about his kidnapper – he – she – or they – are incredibly intelligent and efficient. Not the qualities one likes to see in abductors.
He checked his pocket to find his cellphone – but even before checking he could tell it wouldn't work – these perpetrators are far too intelligent to leave him with a means to call for help. In fact, it seemed as if all of his belongings have not been disturbed – his iPod, his wallet, his notepad and pen – everything seemed to be in order.
They left him alone which could mean one of two things – either they had no fear of him escaping, or they were watching him through some hidden camera. Either way, it didn't seem encouraging.
He got up and waited a moment, looking at the door at all times. No one burst through it, so it seemed that if he was watched, exploration of his immediate space was allowed. He made his way to the window, and stared open mouthed at the view before him. It was now completely clear why he was left alone in the room, unchained and unbound; wherever he was, it wasn't Kansas, and definitely wasn't Washington. It didn't look like America, or anywhere he's ever seen.
Logically, he should calm down and try to investigate his surroundings, his world. But he has never been a creature of logic; he's a creature of emotion, of humanity. He breaks down crying on the floor, unable to control himself.
Desperately, a single thought repeats in his mind - I want to go home.
Anything else? you guys are awesome, jsyk.
player name: Lyan
player journal:
flyforonedayplaying here: Sam Winchester and Lancelot
where did you find us? forever Adi's fault.
are you 16 years of age or older?: yup!
In Character Information
character name: Lance Sweets
Fandom: Bones
Timeline: 4x5
character's age: 23
powers, skills, pets and equipment: canonly, Sweets is a brilliant psychologist who has completed two phds in psychology. He has remarkable observation skills and can come to frighteningly accurate conclusions concerning people based on what seems to them as very generic interactions. He was also dubbed a 'portable polygraph' by agent Booth for his skills in lie detection.
Additionally he is a very creative person, skillful in ceramics, bass guitar, piano and singing, as well as video-game marksmanship.
Mist induced powers – I would like Sweets to inspire an air of trust to the people he speaks with, thus making them more inclined to confide in him. Since he wouldn't be aware of said powers, he wouldn't know to use them so they would usually be very tame unless he's very invested in the conversation in which cases he would unknowingly direct them at the person he speaks to. They would of course not be almighty and dependent on player permission.
canon history: follow the blue word road~~
personality: Like many accomplished professionals, Lance is excellent at diagnosing and advising others, but is often ignorant to his own issues. He suffers from an inferiority complex aggravated by the way his surroundings responds to him; he's desperate for affection which is why he constantly strives to prove that he's a vital part of the team. He has a great need to fit in and be liked, and he cares a lot about the people around him, which is exactly why he chose to make psychology his field of expertise – helping people is his calling. Being rescued from his abusive past pushed him to work hard and aim high which is how he managed to complete a phd in psychology – no easy feat in the best of circumstances – in his early twenties. His own experience leads him to believe that people can be saved. Despite that belief that may seem childish in the cynical world he (and we) live in, he's far from naïve; he knows perfectly well how cruel and ruthless people can be, especially after the things working with agent Booth and Dr. Brennan exposed him to.
Being taken seriously is very important to Lance. He is constantly underestimated because of his age and his baby face, and is deeply frustrated by that fact. He tries to retain some sort of authority in his life by reminding his immediate environment of his credentials and his past feats, very much like a child seeking for attention and approval. Because he lost his parents shortly before being introduced to the show, he's looking for alternative sources of validation. These efforts are undermined by his own fun-loving easygoing nature; he's not embarrassed to sing karaoke, wear silly hats and silly sweaters at Christmas time, goof around when he's off the job and make star wars references or other childish jokes while on it.
He's a very hard worker; he spends "eight hours a day surrounded by neurotics" in addition to lending his help by supplying the FBI with well thought through and accurate psychological profiles, all while working on his own research focused on the working and personal relationship of Booth and Brennan that's to be presented in a book. Because of that he seeks to deepen personal bonds in his working environment. While intellectually he can hold his own with everyone in the Jeffersonian, socially he's on a significantly different level; for one there's the age difference – Sweets is still making his way out of the awkward immaturity of his teen years making his ideas of how to spend his free time are significantly different from those of his coworkers. He's a very warm and socially apt person who requires social stimulation in his life, surrounded by people who are more enclosed – either by their desire to maintain a professional working environment or by simple social inaptitude. Lance's desire for friendship and his need to be liked make him in many ways try too hard to squirm his way into the hearts of the people around him, which can often make him worry about being an annoyance. He's the sort of man who requires a genuine emotional connection to the people around him; later in canon he confesses that he does not like casual sex because for him it's a manifestation of a strong emotional bond. When he feels affection for someone, he gives himself to them completely, whether romantically or platonically, sometimes going too far and causing an opposite effect; aggravating and alienating the people he wishes to help.
Lance's professional and personal personas are widely different. Despite the fact this his relative childishness does rear its head occasionally in his working environment due to the amount of time he spends in it, he shares very little of his own emotions and experiences in it, probably a result of his training – a psychologist is not meant to share personal experiences with his patients. That separation makes every revelation about his personal life a true surprise to his coworkers who tend to underestimate his life experience.
In summary, Lance's work very much defines him. His fascination by the human psyche is a result of how deeply he cares for people, and his need to use the second chance he's been given in life to do some good and repay the kindness that has been done to him when his adoptive parents rescued him from his hellish life.
why do you feel this character would be appropriate to the setting? Lance's life has been filled with difficulties and horror from a young age; he was abused – whipped – until he was rescued by his adoptive parents at the age of 6. Working with the Jeffersonian and the FBI he's consulted on countless gruesome murder investigations. Additionally, his psychological training gives him tools to cope with the stressful change of environment and all the horrors Anatole has to offer.
Writing Samples
Network Post Sample:
[The face of what appears to be an overgrown twelve year old in a suit and tie appears on your screens, Anatole.]
Hello people of – Anatole, is it? I'm Dr. Lance Sweets, a psychologist in the service of the FBI.
I've spoken to a few people since awakening here, but I'd like to confirm and receive some additional information if it's possible. From what I've gathered so far, we've been kidnapped to live in an isolated community kept together by a mist composed of hallucinogens and the shared perception that this is an alternative dimension, do I have that right?
Who are our captives and what is our purpose here? They seem to be highly influenced by the fantasy genre, that usually involves the protagonist accomplishing some sort of feat of valor – what is it here? The slaying of some metaphorical dragon? The rescuing of some princess? 'cause I gotta admit – that would actually be cool.
Third Person Sample:
The first thing to pop into his head as he awoke was that his worst fear has been realizes, and Zack overpowered him. But no, he remembers very clearly conversing with the young man, leading him inside while battling the conflicting emotions telling him that he has a professional obligation to keep the contents of their conversation to himself while his moral obliges him to speak of it.
Some days being a brilliant psychologist was a burden he did not think he could handle.
He did not remember, however, anyone hitting his head, and the lack of pain seemed to prove him right. So how did he black out? And more importantly – where the hell was he? He looks around trying to swallow down his instant panic and clear his head; this was a time to think clearly, if he wanted to come home safely he had to figure out what it is he was dealing with. The room in no way resembles the loony bin's infirmary – where he figured by all logic he should be in. The room seemed generic, mass produced even; lacking all personal touches, but it wasn't the clinical white of the infirmary. If he had to guess, he'd surmise he's in some sort of hotel – not at the bottom of the food chain but not too far up either. In any case it was definitely not a place he's seen before. One thing could already be said about his kidnapper – he – she – or they – are incredibly intelligent and efficient. Not the qualities one likes to see in abductors.
He checked his pocket to find his cellphone – but even before checking he could tell it wouldn't work – these perpetrators are far too intelligent to leave him with a means to call for help. In fact, it seemed as if all of his belongings have not been disturbed – his iPod, his wallet, his notepad and pen – everything seemed to be in order.
They left him alone which could mean one of two things – either they had no fear of him escaping, or they were watching him through some hidden camera. Either way, it didn't seem encouraging.
He got up and waited a moment, looking at the door at all times. No one burst through it, so it seemed that if he was watched, exploration of his immediate space was allowed. He made his way to the window, and stared open mouthed at the view before him. It was now completely clear why he was left alone in the room, unchained and unbound; wherever he was, it wasn't Kansas, and definitely wasn't Washington. It didn't look like America, or anywhere he's ever seen.
Logically, he should calm down and try to investigate his surroundings, his world. But he has never been a creature of logic; he's a creature of emotion, of humanity. He breaks down crying on the floor, unable to control himself.
Desperately, a single thought repeats in his mind - I want to go home.
Anything else? you guys are awesome, jsyk.
