[ooc: team_x meets World of Warcraft. Yes, I am that nerdy.]

Lightning snaked through the clouds almost endlessly chased by the ominous rumble of thunder. Hope glanced up, watching a few of the fingers as they shot overhead. It was like this every day in the Storm Peaks. She couldn’t recall ever seeing the sun. It probably had something to do with its proximity to Icecrown, the seat of the Lich King’s power.

“Why aren’t we flying?” Jamie said suddenly from her right. The Rogue pulled his hood off and looked around at them all. “I mean, really, we’re riding? Doesn’t that seem odd to anyone else?”

“Those were our orders,” The Death Knight riding lead snapped, glaring coldly over her shoulder. “We follow the Major’s orders.”

Hope shivered at the girl’s voice. Death Knights were unnatural beings, in Hope’s opinion. Strangely, they were their Guild leader’s favorite soldiers. Laura, especially, seemed to be favored. She was as cold and ruthless as Icecrown itself and followed orders religiously. Hope could understand that sort of devotion, but the callous way with which it was carried out was beyond her. There was something fundamentally wrong with all Death Knights in Hope’s opinion.

“Oh well, if the Major said.” Jamie scoffed and flipped his hood back on. Their little band went quiet after that. No one really questioned Laura ever.

For a long time the only sounds were the wind and their animals through the snow. Hope quickly got bored. She wished whatever they were doing out here would be done soon and then they could go back to Dalaran. There were supposed to be new text in at the Library soon.

She gasped suddenly when she felt two hands of dark magic grip her chest.

“Horde!” she managed to scream before getting pulled off her talbuk and dragged back to land at the feet of an Orc Death Knight.

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Childhood

Everything was at her fingertips from her first breath. There was nothing she couldn’t have if she asked or worked for it. Her parents, wealthy and caring, were willing to indulge. She was brilliant, beautiful and never quite fit in. Her brother, the favored son, could do no wrong. Her younger sister, even more beautiful, could charm her way out of any trouble.

Hope, well, she just kept her head down in books and quiet corners. She was smart enough to know it was the best way for her to avoid causing any trouble. Even if sometimes trouble was tempting.

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Teenager

Fifteen-years-old and her mind explodes. Literally. One moment she was having a normal lunch with her friends at school and then next she wakes up in a hospital, seven staples in her head and a diagnosis of epilepsy. It’s rare that it shows up in healthy teenage girls, but not unheard of. They run tests and the results baffle every neurologist in the hospital. Their tests say she should be having seizures non-stop, but she’s not.

This is what genetics has made her body capable of. It’s made her brilliant, given her power and a stigma that she’ll always have.

For some reason, she thinks better under pressure.

Put your characters name in music. Try to use songs that fit your character in some fashion.

H- Half Acre – HEM
O- Ode to a Butterfly – Nickel Creek
P- Peace and Love – Blessid Union of Souls
E- Easy Tonight – Five for Fighting

C- Calling All Angels – Train
H- Heal Over – KT Tunstall
A- All Will Be Well – The Gabe Dixon Band
N- No More Keeping My Feet on the Ground – Coldplay
D- Dixie – New American Brass Band
L- Let it Be – The Beatles
E- Elias – Dispatch
R- Rainbow Connection – Kermit the Frog


Feel free to ask me about any of the songs I put up here. I will explain why I think they fit. It may be something deep, it may be just a matter of the beat or the name of the song. Or you can give me your own theories! And no, "You picked it because it's pretty" doesn't count.

Her heart will always belong to Charleston.

Information

Hope stood outside the entrance to New York University, her hands deep in her pockets and debated. The whole point in taking a day off from the clinic was to tour the Universities in New York and find out what she might have to do to teach at one of them. Yet, here she was at her first stop and she couldn’t take that first step in.

It was foolish, really, to still feel guilty after three years but she did. At the same time, she really wanted to go forward and find a way back to the research. Being a doctor was satisfying and the clinic provided a variety of ailments that kept her mind occupied for the most part. She could probably spend the rest of her life there, doing good work but she wasn’t sure it would make her happy. What she wanted to do was research and Universities were filled with research opportunities.

Perhaps it wasn’t the guilt that held her back, but the fear. Three years ago research had consumed her life. She had lived, breathed the cure and the intricacies of figuring it out. She could still remember each bit of data, each revelation as they went deeper and deeper into the mysteries locked within the mutant genetic code. Her mind itched for that sort of work again, a real challenge. She’d never get that working a clinic in Manhattan, but she’d never fall into that mindset where the science trumped any ethical concerns.

She really was worried about forgetting there was a world outside the lab. Worthington Labs had been able to slip passed the usual regulations and reviews due to the government’s interest but she’d have to face review boards and ethical committees anytime she wanted to test anything. Maybe she wouldn’t forget, maybe she would actually remember that science had a larger impact on the world besides new knowledge.

Finally, she took a deep breath and let it out slowly. She had made it this far, damn it, she wasn’t going to stop now. She wouldn’t forget, she wouldn’t’ get wrapped up, not this time. Never again. After another deep breath, she took a step forward to find a map. She needed to know where the Dean’s Office was.

Evolution is a glimpse into the things that could be.

She smiles in her sleep to images of helices and data.

Show us how you dress up! Post a picture of yourself in your favorite formal wear.

I am usually in some sort of formal wear or at least professional wear. Some of these pictures were taken by my sister, who fancies herself a photographer.

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She takes it perhaps a bit too seriously.

Basics
full name: Hope Renee Chandler
nick name: Hope
age: 38
birth date: May 15th
occupation: Doctor
race: Caucasian
gender: Female
sexuality: Heterosexual
romantic orientation: ??
relationship status: None

hair color: Brown
eye color: Brown
height: 5”9’
weight 142 lbs
is this accurate with your driver's license/id: Yes
use a fake id: None

Spouse/Significant Other's Info
None

Family
Mother's Info
name: Mary Denise Chandler
maiden name: Sotherfield
age: 63
occupation: Home maker
hometown: Charleston, South Carolina
siblings: One sister, two brothers.
dead or alive: Alive
sexuality: Heterosexual

relationship with mother:
It’s a tricky relationship. Hope loves her mother a great deal, but Mary always encouraged her to be quiet, demure and well behaved when Hope wanted to be talkative, out spoken and somewhat meddling.

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It was nice to hear it; even if it was only skin deep.

Her parents were only trying to make her a proper member of high society but they really just made her miserable.

This drive she has, this need to know more until she knows everything is not solely because of her powers.

Hiding her powers from her colleagues was her choice and one she doesn't regret.