Post by Deleted on Sept 30, 2015 15:22:16 GMT -8
If happiness is not a matter of intensity but of balance, order, rhythm and harmony...
Full name: Ophelia Fawn Dawnson
Goes by: Ophelia and Ophelia only.
DOB, current age: July 31, 1991 in Blackpool, county of Lancashire, England. 24.
Occupation: Graduate student of Toxicology and Pharmacology, Shepherd University. Clerk at Argosy Books
Immediate family: Daniel & Pandora, parents, both deceased in 2004. Alice Clare Donovan, twin (sn: wreckedships). Charles, grandfather, Elder (npc_.
Face: Kassi Smith
Screen name: paxesplaybill
Traits: poised, balanaced, even keeled. stoic. barely cracks a smile, never sheds a tear. overprotective of little Alice Clare. studies toxicology, pharmacology and enjoys herbology. sick fascination with venemous snakes. prefers the quiet country to city life.
It must be logical. It must make sense. There had to be a reason for everything. There was no need to be upset over anything because there was always a reason, always a solution. She was the perfect one. Calm, cool, collected. Never worried about a thing. Never carried on like her sister. Until a few months ago, she was the one to take care of Alice Clare. She was the one who could calm her twin's moods. Not anymore. But there was a reason for everything, right? Ophelia would still find a way to 'fix' her sister come hell or high water.
...why am I so unhappy?
Story: She came into the world quietly, calm and collected. Literally the calm before the storm that was her twin sister Alice Clare. Twins had never been a part of their family's line and thus these two were quite the surprise. Well, one of them was. Ophelia grew up as proper as could be. Manners, smiling when she should, nodding or shaking her head softly when necessary. Emotions always in check simply because they often were over shadowed by the wild and wayward feelings of her twin. From an early age Ophelia knew she had to protect her 'little' sister. When their parents perished when they were just thirteen, Alice Clare became Ophelia's sole reason for surviving. The mood swings, the uncontrollable urges, lead Ophelia towards a cure. Her sister's powers over water far surpassed her own, but it was the ability to create potions with which Ophelia became obsessed. The perfect combination of her powers and desire - no, need - to fix her sister. Toxicology, chemistry, pharmacology. That is what she studied. Acing every exam, perfect marks, she was determined to find the cure for Alice Clare's mental imbalance. Ophelia lived for control - of how people said her name, of how her sister survived, of the emotionless balance expressed on her own face. She believed she controlled not her own fate, but her sister's as well. And that can be a burden as big as any. Alice Clare, Grandfather, and a little cat named Argon were her only companions. And she liked it that way. Live by balance and order and the rest would come with time.
Here's a Secret: Mind was just as rattled and miscued as Alice Clare's. The pressure of perfection had done her in long ago. She just doesn't let herself crack.