Michelle Bludd, [F] Scientist

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MICHELLE BLUDD

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“ Controlled then, forever. She was. And never felt better. ”

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BASIC NOTES:

NAME: Michelle Julia Bludd
AGE: 30
GENDER: Female
SPECIES: Human // Partial Self-Experiment
SEXUALITY: Straight
INFECTED? Hell no.
ORIGINS: Theranse
PARENTAGE:
William Bludd, of Theranse
Rosette Bludd, of Theranse
EXPERIMENT/S:
She needs to claim a new test subject.
(Code: MB: Her initials, obviously. For clarification and easy reference. First two digits: Obviously, her own numbering system, from '01' being the first experiment. Second digits: Number of successful modifications. Third digits: Number of unsuccessful modifications. She usually calls her experiments by their nicknames, or simply MB1, MB2, and so on. )
Lion [MB.01.45.14] - [M] - Experiment designed to enhance physical strength, stamina, and reflexes. Bipedal, mostly human in appearance, but with claws, beginnings of animal fangs, and feline eyes. Failed. - Deceased.
Fracture [MB.02.35.59] - [F] - The only goal here was to further the knowledge of how far she might push her experiments. Fracture's memory was partially wiped, she was blinded, half-deafened, and impervious to touch: she felt neither pain, pressure, or heat. Experiment only successful in that her failures yielded much knowledge about the nervous system. Failed. - Mentally Unstable. [Gifted to the superiors as a 'toy' not long ago. Unheard of since.]
Jinx [MB.03.13.12] - [F] - Jinx is an experiment of minimal use. She is only about thirteen, and her brain capacity (though enhanced), seems without long-term memory; they last weeks at best. Michelle is still working on the kinks, but Jinx promises to give much insight into the maintaining and long-term use of silicon brain implants and other mental enhancers.
Morpher [Short for 'Metamorphosis'] [MB.04.10.02] - [M] - Morpher happens to be Michelle's 'pet'. Her most promising experiment, Morpher will be modified so that his lungs and nasal passage will automatically shift when in contact with the Myst. Of course, there was a main reason for his experiment; Morpher is a test-tube child, and Michelle's first successful stem-cell modification. The DNA for his nasal, visual, and hearing organs was replaced with feline additions, and despite having an odd eye colour, there are as yet no adverse side-effects. With any luck, he will become her biggest breakthrough.
OPEN: Blooder.
PLAY-BY: Naomi Watts

APPEARANCE:

HEIGHT: 4"9
WEIGHT: 49kg
EYE COLOUR: A sharp grey-blue.
HAIR COLOUR: Blonde... Yes, it's been dyed.
LENGTH: About shoulder-blade length.
SKIN TONE: Pale.

FULL DESCRIPTION:
Of middling to short stature, Michelle is looked down on in more ways than one in the Labs. Her stare is intense, as it is a channel of raw emotion: she is proficient at hiding her emotions in all manners but this. Those eyes are a dull grey-blue, off-setting her (clearly dyed) blonde hair. She is a naturally mousy blonde, but touches it up in order to maintain appearances.
Most of the time, the thin wisps are caught and tied away in a plain pony-tail, kept safely out of her way during surgery by a thin hair-net, which she despises. See her in surgery, and you will have seen her at her most controlled... but also at her most happy. There are few things she enjoys more than seeing a biological plan come together. (Morpher is a continual source of biological and mental pleasure.)

In terms of bone structure, there is little to note. Her face is rounded, and might be called sweet if it wasn't for the cold silver-toned eyes. Like much of Theranse, her skin tone has paled significantly since the dome was added and the Myst's prescience altered the weather patterns. She wears little make-up, not having time for the frustrations it causes her, and makes do with chap-stick and some eye-shadow.
Clothing is fairly straightforward, too, as Michelle is not fond of bright colours, other than red, which does not suit her. Her usual attire is a grey or black blouse and a black skirt that reaches below her knees, and a knee-height pair of black boots. There is always something in one of her pockets. Pens, notes, chewing-gum, a packet of needles, hypodermic... She's not specific.
Seldom leaving her lab, she only owns a small faux leather shoulder-bag; the chief luxury. That's about the extent of her wardrobe. Anything of sentimental value is either lost, broken, or with her parents -which might as well be lost.

PERSONALITY:

LIKES:
- Biology. It's her solace, her port of call when all else fails. And possibly just for recreation, too. Michelle is fascinated by the idea that all bodies our have become can be melted down into one strand of DNA; the DNA cell that was us at the moment of conception. As such, younger experiments are of the most interest to her: while they are still growing, their tissues made are more easily manipulated. Fracture, one of her first experiments, was with her since the experiment was five. (Michelle had no qualms about giving up said experiment; Fracture was 'too old' for the tests she wanted to perform, even though he had had one of the highest pain thresholds she'd ever seen.)
- Reading. Well, not really. Reading is just another way of getting her biology fix, while waiting for her little darlings to recover.
- Night-time. Most people enjoy the peace of night time, but in the labs, it's never truly silent. There are always screams, squeaks, cackles and crunching sounds... So one cannot expect the same peaceful feeling in two very different circumstances. In spite of this lack of peace, however, Michelle does not tune out the screams. It's not that she's impervious to them -they're a continual source of irritation- but more that the screams are just another part of the night, during which she can let her mind wander.
- Rain. Falling droplets cause a strange form of beauty, and a melodious thrum that can either be toned out or listened to as avidly as logical conversation.
- Obedience. Michelle is, if not a pillar of dutiful obedience, agonisingly aware of when others are disobedient, and assumes that others are equally so. She prefers to show others respect, and expects it in return. She is used to deferring to authority, and is mostly happy to let someone else take the reins... As long as they leave her and her experiments alone. her preference is biology, not command.
- Privacy. It's as if biology is a sacred thing for her; she forgoes all human company in favour of an anaesthetized experiment on her operating table. No-one comes in, no experiment makes a sound on pain of... well, there are many means.
She especially hates people watching over her shoulder, and it gives her the shivers. As such, she's very aware of when she's being watched, even if not able to pinpoint the location of the watcher.
- Wall-flowering. Sort of like spying, but less punishable. No-one can tell you off for standing in a corner, and there are any number of exciting things you can watch or learn. Plus, it pisses people off.
DISLIKES:
- Socialising, because there's no point in it, and it's not fun.
- Disloyalty is a pet hate, because the few things that Michelle is loyal to, she could never, ever betray, and doesn't understand why anyone else won't think the same. There is nothing to be gained from betrayal, and infiltrating and befriending the enemy is shameful. Tactically admirable, but not something she herself would undertake.
- Incompetence is an effect of stupidity, and she hates both.
- Sunlight blinds the eyes. The only good light is a light you can control.
- Suck-ups. Unless you enjoy being pandered to, there is nothing to see in a suck-up. Generally, they have no experience of their own, and resort to their only skill (charisma) to pretend to have other skills by associating with the right people. There was one such sucker in the scientists' training course. He followed her everywhere. The short of it is that he is now missing two front teeth and has a new phobia of needles.
- Dogs/Rats. Anything canine, anything feral... God, does Michelle hate rats. There's traps and poison hidden in every corner; you can always tell if she's caught one, because she reeks of the poison that she's replenished the trap with. You'll never catch her experimenting with rats... Though sometimes she feeds them to the more feral experiments, if they've particularly angered her. The rats that is, not the experiments.
- Noise/Distractions. It's generally distracting, and anything that distracts is something that a scientist does not need to know about. Sure, she loves music -it's often playing during surgery- but anything with an electric guitar gets vetoed. Besides which, she keeps (well, kept) her 'screamers' in the public cells cell at the other end of the building. Inconvenient, but better for her quality of work.
STRENGTHS:
- Biology.
- Obedience. Anyone respected by Michelle gets infinitely less hassle from her; that's a lesson anyone learns early on. Piss her off, and you get her undying hatred. Congratulations.
- Twisting the rules. If she doesn't like the person in charge, or needs to get something done, she won't hesitate to try to bend the rules around herself in order to get what she wants.
WEAKNESSES:
- Patience. This is the reason Michelle was never cut out for apprenticeship in any field. If she can do something better than you, she will take over... Or maybe hold her patience long enough for you to screw something up. Preferably involving the removal of an appendage.
- Acting. No, surprisingly enough acting was never Michelle's strong suit. She can lie, but only if it requires keeping her face impassive; any show of emotion and... well, you see why Broadway have rejoiced at her departure from the boards.
- Outdoors. She cannot abide the filth of Theranse's streets, the sheer neediness of the human population, or their fawning, patronising manners. They remind her too much of her primary school years, of the naivete and inane cheer of the children around her.
- Filth. Every work surface is completely immaculate. She's not OCD... Not truly. Otherwise she'd hate the bloodstains that occasionally spatter her lab-coats.
FEARS:
- Outside.
- Chimeras. (A pretty normal phobia)
- The Supernatural
- Her parents.
- Not knowing... -Where she is, -Who she is, -When it is, -Who she's with.
AMBITIONS
- To create the first successful Myst-walker.
- Fire a gun.
- Never set foot outside again.
- Get a loyal Blooder.

FULL PERSONALITY:
Picture, in your mind's eye, a short, blonde-haired, intense-faced woman. Naturally you already have an image of Michelle in your head; please, don't lose it now. But now it is time to give our little inanimate doll some personality. Join me, won't you?

Of course, the human personality changes in many ways when faced with many circumstances; it would be foolish to believe otherwise, and Michelle is no exception. If she never had to deal with another living person, save her experiments, she would be quite content... But would eventually get bored of having no-one to get angry at, and would probably end up getting into odd relationships with her experiments, which is not at all professional. However aloof and prideful she may appear, Michelle would be nothing without a good angry streak, and it is her anger that defines her. Sometimes she keeps it carefully veiled, others unconcealed behind cutting sarcasm. Sometimes she actually raises her voice. But very, very seldom does she scream, and when she does, flinches at the sound of her own voice. She used to be timid, this one, and that never really left her.

Despite her love of anger, and also of blood and violence, she does show a softer side. When operating, the soothing music is more often for her benefit than the experiment's. She takes great care with life, even if it is out of desire to keep it under her control, and though bloodsports are enjoyed, the sight of two humans at each other's throats occasionally moves her to intervene. Occasionally.
Under this shell, there is still a frightened little girl, the same girl that she was eighteen years ago. It is this little girl that, rarely, peeps through Michelle's cold eyes and softens them, reminding her of days she would rather not have left. But in many ways, this harder self is her bodyguard, her safety, and she has long revelled in no longer being the trite, obedient little shy child that she used to be.

HISTORY:

NAME: Michelle Julia Bludd
PARENTS:
William Lucas Bludd
Rosette Elizabeth Bludd [Peters]
SIBLINGS:
--None--
EXPERIMENTS
Lion [MB.01.24.14] - [M] - Failed. - Deceased, heart attack.
Fracture [MB.02.15.50] - [F] - Useful. - Gained knowledge from, but eventually lost sanity and was gifted to the higher authorities as an amusing pet.
Jinx [MB.03.13.12] - [F] - Living, apparently sane.
Morpher [Short for 'Metamorphosis'] [MB.04.10.02] - [M] - Living, apparently sane.

EXPERIENCE AT THE LABS
Michelle has been working at the labs since she was twenty three; not long at all, really. Just long enough to get the working of the place, and to be accepted as a member of the staff. She's still looked down on by most as an ignorant greenhorn. Especially since she holds a few strange values.
Despite being easily vexed, she concentrates on keeping her experiments alive; often more than the others. Not because she has any qualms about losing her lab-rats; merely because losing them means she has to find others suited to her requirements, and those are irritatingly hard to find. Of course, she's not attatched to any of them... No, that would be silly, wouldn't it? Either way, she likes to keep her experiments alive and in working order for as long as she can, and isn't afraid of the odd genetic splice.

KNOWN HISTORY:
All life begins with birth. But birth is, though fascinating, certainly not the area of Michelle's life that you would want me to start with. Suffice to say that she was born a bonny, happy lass, of Rosette and William Bludd, in the city of Theranse. Michelle has always been a city girl, and couldn't live without the creature comforts that she uses daily. Theranse was her home; the middle district most so. Yes, Michelle was a rich, spoiled little girl.
In spite of this, however, she was always timid, never really coming out of her shell for anyone. She preferred to sit in the corner, playing with her imaginary friends than to engage in conversation. She wasn't picked on, but nor did she make any friends; she was just... there. Being alone with her father was the only time she felt safe or secure; then, she'd laugh about anything and everything, tell him everything and anything. There was nothing she kept.
In primary school, she was in the same class as many of the children in her kindergarten. Still, she was shy... But was slowly beginning to have a soft, sorrowful longing to be like the others. They were all so... Just so perfect. How could she ever fit in this world where everyone had a place, where everyone always knew just what to say, and where she got tongue-tied as soon as a question was asked? No. So she became the quiet, studious little girl, with her blonde hair a constant reminder of how she should be: bubbly and outgoing... But always so shy. Every morning her mother tied her hair with a blue velvet ribbon, but every evening the ribbon was out, wound tightly around her hand, and the hair completely covering her face: a wall against the world.
So, while everyone else was going to parties and laughing, Michelle made a few buddies, but spent her time with books. Books about science fiction, books about fantasy, books about history... As she grew, so did her tastes. While everyone else was reading Harry Potter-esque novels, she was sinking her teeth into tales similar to The Boy In The Striped Pyjamas.

College was her chance to break free. Her parents were constantly bothering her about 'socialising' and 'having fun'... But her method of experiencing those concepts was as alien to them as the dinner parties and soirées were to her. But college... She didn't go to the same college as her old classmates. And finally she was free of the small, shy person she used to be. She could begin to grow into the harder, harsher person that she was to become. No-one took much notice of her in the corner, reading her book. She made a friend or two as college progressed, and kept in touch for a while afterwards. But really, academic achievement came first. She watched the world from behind bitter, shielded grey eyes. She hadn't liked being the shy, polite, quiet girl. She'd wanted to be the happy, popular girl... But the cold, hard shell was the next best thing. She felt safer behind her mask and, little by little, she began speaking her mind more often. At first the idea was alien; she hurt a few people by not carefully choosing her words. And then the hard shell told her she didn't have to care.

So she didn't.

She still sat in the corner... But occasionally she began talking back to the teachers when she thought they were wrong. Not often -got to keep the grades up- but just enough to let them know that she would. Biology was soon a favourite subject; she craved it. Craved the sudden rush of pleasure at knowing. It wasn't like maths; there was not always one answer. You could dissect and examine forever.
It was this complete passion that blinded her to everything else. She eventually decided that she didn't need her classmates; biology and reading were the only things that interested her. Not for any specific reason. She just loved the feeling it gave her. Loved solving the problems.

She joined the labs after finishing college, and going part-way through a biology degree. No other considerations... Well, not really. But the labs were at the forefront of where she wanted to be, and that was her only ambition.
Now, she's been working at the labs for a good eight years. No real friends have been made, quite a few enemies have been created or rediscovered. Rivalries are thick, and she fights for respect with a ferocity the hyena would envy. And now, she's just waiting for her big break... One day.
A month, a year? She'll wait.

FULL HISTORY:
We'll see...

EXPERIMENT MODIFICATIONS
Michelle has had a few minor successes with her little darlings. Nothing that impacted the whole of the scientists ("Yet."), but little things that made her job all the more enjoyable, kept her experiments alive longer, or generally gave her more knowledge. She's strengthened hearts, reformed genes, spliced, cut, re-attatched, merged and created more combinations than you can conceive of, and she's only just beginning.
Genetics is her favourite; she prefers to take her experiments young, or to experiment with fertilised eggs or stem cells. She's responsible for a few of the younger experiments, it must be said; fascination with the idea of genetics and how it can be harnessed never ceases to occupy her.

One of her slightly more major discoveries happened a few months back; combining DNA of a human with that of a mouse. The resulting creature died almost immediately after birth, but the organs were almost entirely where Michelle had placed them, and belonged to the species she had chosen. (A few of the notable organs were mouse brain, human liver, human stomach, mouse skeletal structure.)
Metamorphosis is one of her pets, but for a reason no-one else can seem to fathom. Only Michelle knows this, and she is determined to keep it this way. Morpher was her first successful human/feline splice. He's mostly human, and his eyes had to be added afterwards, but other than that, he has all the muscle strength of a feline, the calloused pads and, yes it must be said, a feline digestive tract. He has to be specially monitored, but having lived so long, Michelle is beginning to think of informing someone of his existence.

Her other, smaller, personal successes are nothing of interest; the small achievements that all other scientists must have. First successful organ transplant, tissue transplant, non-biological addition... All the basics.

PUPPET MASTER:

NAME: Fallen
AGE: 14 15 :D
GENDER: Female
EXPERIENCE: Eh. Whatever I said on Oliver's bio XD
CHARACTERS: Oliver Twist.

[Lazarus]

Wow. Just wow. Its so details T-T *cough* Anyway
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