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Mun information

Name: Mod
LJ: carriero_mods
Contact: the mods' aim
Age/Birthdate: 15
Characters already played here: Linda, John Smith

Character information
Character's Name: Anne Simon
Series: Carriero
Age: Twenty-nine, probably.
Timeline: The day she woke up here.
Canon Resource Link: carriero
Anne was born in a suburb of Budapest, Hungary. She had two younger brothers, and their grandmother lived in the house as well. Her parents were loving during her childhood, but would divorce when she was twenty. They always encouraged her to study, in many cases keeping the house free of distractions for months at a time. The family was also quite close to the local doctor, who was to some degree a secondary father figure to Anne. By the age of thirteen she had adopted the ambition of becoming a doctor, although it would be three more years until she settled upon a specialty. Once determined, she pursued her desire "to give people perfect smiles" with almost single-minded passion. (Anne is actually an abbreviation of a lengthy Hungarian name, which people stopped calling her around this time.)

Her college of choice was outside of the country, and there she fell in with a close group of friends who shared her passions. It also helped that some of them had vast resources and were willing to help her in paying off her loans. After completing the school-based portions of her medical education, she followed them to their practice in their home country, and has been working with them for the past few years for her residency.
Personality: She loves to help people. More than pleasing herself, she loves the feeling of having brought someone closer to the way they want to be. This can get her to be a little touchy-feely, with a tendency to ignore personal space, though she does try to control herself once realizing someone has been unsettled by her. Generally she prefers to change things rather than risk leaving them the way they are. She also has a fixation on finishing things - a job 90% done is as bad to her as a job not done at all. When confronted wtih a fight, she will almost always break it up instead of taking sides.
Powers: Anne is a completely ordinary human. The asylum, however, has had nothing to give her. Honest. What, you don't believe me? Please, listen to me. I'm a professional. You know you can trust me. I'm just telling you the facts.
Appearance: Average height, not excessively thin. Honey blonde hair, usually kept loose and a fourth of the way down her back. Eyes are blue, almost gray. Years ago she had a healthy tan, but the hints of it have been fading over time. Her teeth are clearly whitened.
Suitability/eligibility: N/A
The three magic words are: please, may, yes

Third-Person Sample: "I mean it, ma'am, I'm completely fine now. I haven't had any nightmares for two weeks or anything."

Anne shook her head and sighed, doing her best to maintain a benevolent smile. "Justin, I know we've grown very close over these past few months, and what a wonderful boy you are inside, but what have I taught you about visualization? It has the exact opposite effect if the idea is taken too seriously."

"But--"

She closed her eyes and stroked the bridge of her nose. What she had said was of course true - Justin was capable of being the kind of boy you only read about in stories. This was deep within his psyche, buried by a complex past that involved both parents, three older sisters, and an uncle in a significantly traumatic role. At this intermediate point in his recovery, it might well be possible for him to leave therapy and assume a relatively normal life, but that wasn't for him to decide. He was only a fifteen-year-old boy, and the wounds left in him were far too fresh to leave now. She had opened them wide; leaving him alone might please him in the short term, but it was clear that eventually the blood would get infected, and that was something his poor defenses couldn't bear. Clearly it was still necessary for her to probe deeper, to discover a cure for the affliction that had to be plaguing his mental lymph nodes.

"...Justin." She looked into his eyes and spoke with careful authority. "You never told me that Amanda was your twin sister. Wasn't that a bit of a mistake, when I've been given all information about you, and will be acutely aware whenever you mistake facts? Yes, she apparently was born first, but there are so many different depths to the relationship of twins that are key for me to know." She put her hands together in a warm, motherly gesture. "Now, how would you two celebrate your birthday?"

First-Person Sample: [As usual, Anne appears on the screen with a neat white wall behind her. Unlike normally, however, she takes a few moments before starting to speak to the camera. Her tone is almost scolding.] I know some of you have been quite frustrated with the lack of distinction in languages here, especially those of us who are in a minority. Personally, I think that this situation brings us much closer together than we would be otherwise. We've all forged relationships here where ordinarily the language barrier would keep us apart. I'm not sure whether to be more disappointed that you feel that way, or that some of you still haven't deduced the obvious solution.

[She smiles playfully and picks up her notebook, held open to show both pages. At the top of the page in her sharp capitals and lowercase is "Ez egy kísérlet". Below, rather less neat, are "コレハジッケンデス" and "THIS IS A TEST". It's open to somewhere about a fourth of the way in, making it more likely that instead of just being somewhere in the middle, this is actually the most recent page she's written on and the previous pages are all filled up. This theory is reinforced when one of the pages folds down briefly, showing the page before, with some small writing in Hungarian.] If you'd like to preserve your privacy in communications, physical writing seems to be unaffected here. Even if you just want to have some outlet of expression inaccessible to Linda, this should be of great help to you. Don't worry, she won't do anything silly like punish you for such antisocial behavior. Otherwise, why would we have been given these journals in the first place? [Her smile expands another half-inch as her hand towers over the device to turn it off.]

Anything else? Anne lives on Floor D, and would prefer not to have a neighbor until there is no room left, as she wants to avoid any of the inmates seeing her bookcase. Of course, it's only there because apparently the people keeping her here have seen fit to give her all these strange spiral-bound notebooks, but that would lead to some hard feelings, and we wouldn't want that. It's so nice-looking, after all.