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CHARACTER INFORMATION
Name: Sally Solomon
Canon: TV : Third Rock From the Sun
LJ: “amazonhomemaker” Character & Media Information: Sally facts. Third Rock info.
Character Perception: Sally takes her job as security officer incredibly seriously. It fits her personality quite well, as she is prone to jumping to the violent resolution to problems before considering any alternatives. At this point in the timeline, she is still struggling with her identity as a woman (she lost the contest). She’s still figuring out how to make the best of her female assets (given that she was granted the body of an Amazon). Sally is loud, aggressive, tactically minded, and completely a warrior at heart. This becomes a source of confusion for her whenever her feminine body/instincts take over.
Sally tends to take charge whenever she gets the chance (especially since at home, she has to defer to Dick, as High Commander, which really grinds her gears). She possesses a great deal of physical prowess, and can take most men in a brawl.
Due to the fact that the “Solomon” family is still relatively new to the planet, Sally appears to many to not possess a great deal of tact. However, she merely does not understand many social customs & niceties that people raised in the culture take for granted. A lot of times, sarcasm, subtlety, innuendo, and idioms go over her head, and she takes the person at the most literal level available.
Sally is inexplicably attracted to men in uniform. But only when they are literally in the uniform.
Sally is actually a quivering purple tube from the Draco cluster in the Barred spiral galaxy. However, she cannot switch freely between her regular form and her human body. She’s stuck in this one until her next assignment. Sally is driven by her desire to accomplish her mission on Earth, which is to protect the research team at all costs. This includes making certain that no one learns of their identity, and that they are not threatened. At the same time, it is her job to learn about the human female experience.
Timeline: During Season 2 of the show.
Ticket: CONGRATULATIONS. You have been selected as the winner of a trip to the Mall of America. You’ll be staying in our exclusive suite, which offers room service, a pool, and free massage therapy.
Inventory: (Lots of) clothes, hair care products, driver's license (false).
Additional Notes: Sally is definitely open to ships, though uh, getting involved romantically with her is certain to be a trip.
Role Play Sample: Sally stomped into the living room, hands curled into fists at her sides. Her head whipped in both directions, and then she threw her head back and shouted. “HARRY. GET. IN HERE.” Nothing. Typical. None of these schlubs could ever fall in whenever it mattered to her. Mrs. Dubcek had met her at the door, told her that someone had dropped off a letter for her. A letter. For her. Her. She’d never gotten a letter before. She was thinking about getting it framed. Or laminated. Maybe decoupaged. Maybe she’d mail a copy of it to “Current Occupant”, the last person who’d lived in the apartment. That bitch got letters every day. She’d show her who the popular one was.
She quickly looked through the rooms in the small loft, finding no one. She wondered in a panic if someone had broken in, killed Tommy, Dick, and Harry, and stolen her precious letter. Her hand flew to her mouth and she cranked on her fingernails as she considered the possibility of losing that little golden piece of paper before she’d even gotten a chance to hold it in her hand.
She was just about to grab the phone and call down to the police station when she spotted the envelope on the kitchen table. She snatched it up and held it to her chest tightly. She wanted to savor this moment. Maybe she should wait… Ah, hell, why should I? she thought to herself, and then ripped the envelope open greedily. She pulled out the ticket inside, and read it, eyes widening.
“I’m a winner,” she whispered breathily. “Me. I won something.” Her head snapped up, and she stared into the distance, envisioning herself being carried by attendants on a sled around the Mall of America, handsome men dropping grapes in her mouth, as she pointed out things in the window displays, and dancing store employees twirled out the doors, carrying the items she wanted in bright shiny, overflowing red bags. Confetti rained down from the heavens.
“Watch out, world. Here comes your new QUEEN,” she said, to no one in particular, and then swooped out of the kitchen to pack her bags.
Name:Arden
Email:
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Your LJ:
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CHARACTER INFORMATION
Name: Sally Solomon
Canon: TV : Third Rock From the Sun
LJ: “amazonhomemaker” Character & Media Information: Sally facts. Third Rock info.
Character Perception: Sally takes her job as security officer incredibly seriously. It fits her personality quite well, as she is prone to jumping to the violent resolution to problems before considering any alternatives. At this point in the timeline, she is still struggling with her identity as a woman (she lost the contest). She’s still figuring out how to make the best of her female assets (given that she was granted the body of an Amazon). Sally is loud, aggressive, tactically minded, and completely a warrior at heart. This becomes a source of confusion for her whenever her feminine body/instincts take over.
Sally tends to take charge whenever she gets the chance (especially since at home, she has to defer to Dick, as High Commander, which really grinds her gears). She possesses a great deal of physical prowess, and can take most men in a brawl.
Due to the fact that the “Solomon” family is still relatively new to the planet, Sally appears to many to not possess a great deal of tact. However, she merely does not understand many social customs & niceties that people raised in the culture take for granted. A lot of times, sarcasm, subtlety, innuendo, and idioms go over her head, and she takes the person at the most literal level available.
Sally is inexplicably attracted to men in uniform. But only when they are literally in the uniform.
Sally is actually a quivering purple tube from the Draco cluster in the Barred spiral galaxy. However, she cannot switch freely between her regular form and her human body. She’s stuck in this one until her next assignment. Sally is driven by her desire to accomplish her mission on Earth, which is to protect the research team at all costs. This includes making certain that no one learns of their identity, and that they are not threatened. At the same time, it is her job to learn about the human female experience.
Timeline: During Season 2 of the show.
Ticket: CONGRATULATIONS. You have been selected as the winner of a trip to the Mall of America. You’ll be staying in our exclusive suite, which offers room service, a pool, and free massage therapy.
Inventory: (Lots of) clothes, hair care products, driver's license (false).
Additional Notes: Sally is definitely open to ships, though uh, getting involved romantically with her is certain to be a trip.
Role Play Sample: Sally stomped into the living room, hands curled into fists at her sides. Her head whipped in both directions, and then she threw her head back and shouted. “HARRY. GET. IN HERE.” Nothing. Typical. None of these schlubs could ever fall in whenever it mattered to her. Mrs. Dubcek had met her at the door, told her that someone had dropped off a letter for her. A letter. For her. Her. She’d never gotten a letter before. She was thinking about getting it framed. Or laminated. Maybe decoupaged. Maybe she’d mail a copy of it to “Current Occupant”, the last person who’d lived in the apartment. That bitch got letters every day. She’d show her who the popular one was.
She quickly looked through the rooms in the small loft, finding no one. She wondered in a panic if someone had broken in, killed Tommy, Dick, and Harry, and stolen her precious letter. Her hand flew to her mouth and she cranked on her fingernails as she considered the possibility of losing that little golden piece of paper before she’d even gotten a chance to hold it in her hand.
She was just about to grab the phone and call down to the police station when she spotted the envelope on the kitchen table. She snatched it up and held it to her chest tightly. She wanted to savor this moment. Maybe she should wait… Ah, hell, why should I? she thought to herself, and then ripped the envelope open greedily. She pulled out the ticket inside, and read it, eyes widening.
“I’m a winner,” she whispered breathily. “Me. I won something.” Her head snapped up, and she stared into the distance, envisioning herself being carried by attendants on a sled around the Mall of America, handsome men dropping grapes in her mouth, as she pointed out things in the window displays, and dancing store employees twirled out the doors, carrying the items she wanted in bright shiny, overflowing red bags. Confetti rained down from the heavens.
“Watch out, world. Here comes your new QUEEN,” she said, to no one in particular, and then swooped out of the kitchen to pack her bags.