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|  | Character - Gillian McNaughton « Thread Started on Feb 25, 2004, 4:45pm » | |
Name:
Gillian McNaughton
Gender:
Female
Home Universe:
Ygrec Lambda 4-9-5 ("Yellow four-five" or "Yamdaf")
Physical Description:
Gillian stands at 5'11", far taller than is average on her world. Broad-shouldered but thin, she is not very attractive. Her limbs are thinner than is eudaimonically accepted, and the strange variegations of tone on her arms lend an unnatural feel to her appearance.
She has a sanguine complexion, and a facial structure which would seem Roman if viewed by the right person. Flowing but brittle auburn hair graces her head, changing through streaking to black at the points where it has reached past her shoulders. Her overall appearance is that of an unprofessionally drawn manga from the late twentieth century.
Her clothing varies with her [FISHY]d, from cream white informal shirt and corderoys to jet-black denims and waistcoat, and all the urban shades in between.
Personality Description:
Gillian is subject to occasional but violent [FISHY]d-swings (not only through PMT), often caused by her irrational fear of being left alone with any one person. When faced with such a situation, she may either run or fight, depending on what is close at hand.
She is fairly knowledgeable in all areas of nano- and perl-based technology, along with all sectors of the British National Curriculum. Having followed her interplanar survival courses through to the extreme, she is a key figure in the cross-planar training facilities on Ygrec Lambda Prime, teaching young Perl-masters to fold safely and successfully between the planes.
Biography:
Born to Thierry and Sarah McNaughton in 1962, Gillian was a kindly and sensitive child - until the robbery.
The family house in the suburbs of Manchester had been broken into during the night, and the gang of youths had made off with everything technological or elemental in the house - and Sarah McNaughton.
The ransom note had arrived three days later, and the police had come straight round to fingerprint it - no such luck. The ransom had led to an action film style faceoff in the centre of Manchester, and Sarah was returned to the family for a happy reunion.
Gillian, seven at the time, had been overjoyed to see her mother again, but it was obvious that something was wrong. Psychologically, her mother had been shattered, and Thierry was not much better off. The trauma of the event affected Gillian the most strongly of all, though she had not realised it at the time. Her parents slowly drifted apart and by the time she graduated, they were in a psychiatric ward in Lesser London. Gillian had vowed to find any cure she could for the now old couple and she turned to research in the field of nanorobotics, then in desperation to Elemental testing. Before she had finished in her research, her parents died in their sleep on consecutive nights.
The joint funeral was solemn - all the friends Gillian had made over the years showed up, as did some of Theirry's old associates. They had sparked her interest in interplanar travel - although, on hindsight, she realised that it was a kind of bounceback from the shock of her parents death. Still, she was very good at folding through the universes, and appeared to many people in many universes (noted appearances are to a Scottish Thane in a strange and undeveloped parallel of Earth, to a man called Moses in a desert world and to a man called Buckminster Fuller in what appeared to be a Victorian segment of another Earth's history) before the Directives of Interplanar Travel were set to paper. Now, she teaches others the talents of Folding and of Intersecting other planes, and how to control minor elemental forces...
Tell about the character's home universe:
The presence of Elemental Powers and people who could innately control them would have hindered the development of complex technologies had it not been for the creation of the Perls by the controllers who were known as the Sorceressei. These Perls were reservoirs of elemental power disguised as necklace and headdress ornaments which could not be called upon to serve, only to coexist with the wielder. Two Perls were coalesced in the beginning days of the world, the Dark- and Tru-perls. However, it was soon realised that this had left the elements to their own devices, so the spiritual powers of Tyrra, Fhyr, Hythra and Ithyr (Earth, Fire, Water and Air respectively) were swiftly trapped in their own Perls, allowing mere matter to write out the destiny of the world.
In a way, the Sorceressei of the opening years of the world had been atheists who overstepped their bounds and trapped their gods in indestructible chrysali of neutral matter.
With the removal of most of the god-like forces of the world, the species who survived the draining of their world's energy went on to evolve through the Darwin-approved method of Natural Selection, and the evolution of the species remaining led to the development of a sentient variety of marmot, which almost instantly climbed to the top of the food chain and evolved along the same lines as the humans we know.
The development of the Integrated Chip in the 1940s led to a boom in the world's industrial trade and technological progression. Within decades, nanorobotics had been perfected (the sentient marmots had also inherited the ability to perform immensely delicate tasks very quickly) and the first artificial sorceressei were created. They had the ability to tease an essence of life known as Chi out of most matter, and it was eventually found that this Chi was the remnant energy from the elementals which had existed on Terra before the creation of the Perls.
The Truperl was thought to have been found in 1986, but it proved to be a leechstone. These were the inverse of the Perls. They drained life-force from the user, but gave them the illusion of power.
At the time of writing, two more Perls have been located, but no-one is willing to test them, just in case they prove to be siblings of the leechstone which destroyed the lives of so many back in the Interplanar Disaster of 1994 - but was itself lost in the process.
Write a scene detailing what your character is doing just before s/he is transported to the FS world:
"Now, remembering the passive methods I taught you, you must take as much Chi from the tree as is safe for you and for the tree. Just tease it out, pulling as gently and as carefully as you can... Good. Melvar, you're rushing again. Everyone, just reach out and probe Latvia ever so gently - she's doing this very well. A marked improvement, I think, fully deserving recognition. Do you all have as much as you need? Good. Yes, F'taril? What is it? Well, I suppose you're doing well enough here to spare a little time for survival training. Return your Chi to the tree, then you may go. And could you tell the Survival Master that I need to see Philippa during the lunch break? Thankyou. "Now, remember the procedure I showed you - don't rush ahead, Martin! I know you've been trying hard, but that's no reason to risk having your internal organs scattered across the multiverse. Hariah, shore up your third Chakra - it's weakening a little. Now, draw the doorway in your mind and imagine the Headmaster standing behind it. He's the Folding Master in the plane we're headed for - remember, this is only a five minute visit. You still aren't disciplined enough to absorb foreign Chi or stockpile enough native Chi to last you through a long visit. Stop that, Jared! The tree's lost quite enough life energy, it doesn't need unruly schoolchildren pilfering any more. Thankyou. "Now, keep the image fixed in your head, and... step through. There. Nothing to it. Here, Hariah, let me help you. Pay attention to this, class! Getting through the opposite side of the door is probably the hardest phase of any fold - Hariah's having classic troubles here. The friction between both planes can easily be enough to rip a body apart - fortunately, the two planes we're shifting through are practically parallel. "Now, all you have to do is reverse the process - Oh, for heaven's sake, Kiloth! How did you manage that? Here, take some of my Chi - you'll need it for the return trip. Now, visualise the empty room with my name and "Ygrec Lambda 4-9-5" on the blackboard, and... step through. Wha-"
At least the pupils had all made it back to Yadafnaf. She'd had to push Hariah's Chi levels again, but from where she was, it didn't matter. Whirling through the interplanar void, she knew that she was going to die. It was a risk she had been willing to take when she signed on, but it didn't scare her. Her final thoughts as she felt her Chi, Yin and Chakra draining away were calm, assured thoughts of where her parents would be waiting for her...
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