app; Disney Academy
❦ Mun
Name: Heather
Journal: calluna
Contact Info: thefirstnotes @ AIM; heather.roleplays[@]gmail.com
Other Characters: Dave, Dug, Giselle
❦ Character Info
Name: Dory
Movie/series: Finding Nemo (and The Little Mermaid, sooooort of)
Year/Position: 1st year college
Non-Speaking Animal Companion(if any): n/a
Powers(if any): n/a
Canon history: Here!
AU history: After Nemo returned home safely, Dory took up residence in Marlin's neighborhood (not in the anemone, thank you, Dory's been stung enough for one lifetime) and the three spent enough time together for most to consider them a family. Dory's relationship with Marlin never turned romantic, but she grew close enough with Nemo that she started thinking of him as a son.
You know, the kind of son whose name you occasionally forget.
They lived happily for some months while Nemo attended school and Marlin worked to help Dory improve her memory. They made some progress, but not too much-Dory's short term memory now lasts considerably longer than it used to (it used to last about a minute or two, so take that for what it's worth), but committing things to long term memory is still extremely difficult for her. She's not likely to remember any birthdays off the top of her head anytime soon.
Anyway, about eight or so months after their lives settled down, another near-disaster occurred. Dory was hooked by a fisherman. Luckily, and with the help of some of her shark friends who oh-so-conveniently happened to be in the area at the time, she snapped free... but the hook remained. She seemed to heal alright with it stuck in her lip, though, so she eventually got used to it.
A few months after that, actual disaster happened. The fish had heard mutterings above water about some kind of dangerous mist, but they shrugged it off as something that wouldn't affect them. They were wrong.
The day the sea went dark was the day Marlin and Nemo went missing.
Heartbroken and terrified, Dory hung around with the few unfortunates who stayed behind, just in case her family returned. They didn't.
The mist, paired with Dory's already-existing memory loss, really messed with her head. During the two weeks the mist stuck around, Dory hallucinated things like Marlin dying, Nemo dying, all the sea turtles dying, the ocean boiling and everything dying. When she wasn't hiding in the cold ocean depths from her own visions, she was angry and aggressive and put herself in danger more than once by provoking some already psychotic sharks. She doesn't remember any of this now, but at the time it seemed like the only thing she could think about at all.
Once the mist receded and some fish didn't come back home-Marlin and Nemo among them-Dory ultimately decided that she had to help, somehow, but how could a fish possibly do anything? A coral trout had suggested, jokingly, that Dory find a way to become human. No one thought she'd take that suggestion seriously, but she did.
She had heard that someone named Ursula, a witch who lived very far away in a place called Atlantica, could help-no one mentioned the "evil" part, though. After almost a month of traveling and getting lost (and getting lost some more), Dory found what she was looking for. Her deal with Ursula was similar to Ariel's: she could become human if that's what she truly wanted, so long as she enrolled at the Academy for proper mist-fighting training. But since Ursula wasn't as familiar with Dory as she was with Ariel, she included the following: should any part of Dory's new human body touch ocean water, the spell would break and Ursula would own her forever. Dory's initial reaction was to say no-she wasn't sure she could give up her true home-but she eventually came around. As far as she was concerned, she'd find a loophole. Somehow. And if not, she assumed it would be worth it, in the end.
Her transformation left her with blue hair, a lip ring that she can't remove, a string of scars on her side (thanks to those darn jellyfish), and legs and lungs and all those awesome human things. Dory was thrilled, and after spending a few days on land, she decided that she wouldn't miss the ocean too much.
She enrolled at the Academy a few short weeks later.
Personality: Dory is bright, bubbly (pardon the pun), playful, optimistic, carefree, fearless, loyal, brave, and tough.
These are her positive qualities.
Her memory problems make those positive qualities not so positive. She sometimes comes off as dumb and reckless because she doesn't realize when she's in a dangerous situation, or because she forgets something as simple as someone else's name. She's also easily distracted and, because of that, easily frustrated. Her loyalty can sometimes be mistaken for clinginess, and her forgetfulness makes her prone to bouts of naivete.
But she is, actually, very intelligent. She was one of only a few fish who could read human English, and she could (and still can) speak multiple dialects of whale. She also knows how to get out of sticky situations (like facing death by shark ingestion), though that may just be (again, pardon the pun) dumb luck.
Her humanness has endowed her with a hard-working attitude, surprising resourcefulness, and some fantastic organizational skills, though she organizes things in her way, so no one else is likely to figure out the methods to her madness.
Greatest Fear: Dory can't think of anything more frightening than having her sacrifice and transformation mean nothing, which is what will happen if she can't help her friends.
What are your plans with this character?: SHE IS GOING TO HELP FIGHT THE MIST LIKE A BOSS. And make new memories in the process. And then lose them. And then make more! :D
❦ Writing
Third person writing sample: Learning to write was a real pain in the gills, but after finishing her third notebook, Dory knew she'd succeeded.
Since she perfected her writing technique only a week before, she also knew she'd have to invest in more notebooks. And pens. And possibly a bookshelf or two.
(Someone had suggested a laptop, but for an actual fish out of water, the prospect of such technology was literally mind-boggling. She still can't figure out how to work television remotes, but she's getting the hang of telephones! Sort of. ...she can answer them, at least.)
The note-keeping in itself was also a pain in the butt, but Dory knew that was the only way she'd remember the important things, like who she is, and where she is, and why she has legs and arms instead of fins. (She still wakes up sometimes and gasps for breath, only to realize with wonder that she can actually breathe oxygen. Remembering she can't breathe water is also a problem, as she sometimes finds out while in the bath.) She also reminds herself, through notes, of her newly discovered likes (chocolate, socks, books, and the radio) and dislikes (alarm clocks, most animals, cheese, and elevators).
She bites the cap of her pen for a moment and squints at the page she's working on, purple eyes surveying the childlike handwriting in front of her. Something about lunch.
"Lunch," she says, pursing her lips. "I have to... lunch."
She's sure that means something important. She's just not sure what.
"Oh!" Right. The dictionary. She flips through the pages and reads aloud, "A light midday meal betwee-" Her stomach growls. "Oh, duh. Food."
Other things Dory's learned: peanut butter is awesome. Especially when eaten straight from the jar with a spoon.
She figures she ought to make a note of that.
First person writing sample: [The comm clicks on and reveals nothing but a room full of books, apparently wallpapered with scribbled-on sticky notes.
After a moment, a blue-haired young lady appears (please don't mind the writing on her arms), squinting at the camera with furrowed brows.]
Is this thing on? Hello? Helloooooooooooooo?
[She taps the lens.]
Huh. Guess it's not working.
[Time to yell for assistance! Because that is the only logical thing to do, obviously.]
HEY! IF ANYONE CAN HEAR ME, I THINK MY THING IS BROKEN. IF YOU CAN FIX IT YOU SHOULD COME BY AND DO THAT. PLEASE. THANK YOU!
[She then sits back and stares, expectantly, at the door.
Without shutting the comm off.
She may be in for a surprise.]
Name: Heather
Journal: calluna
Contact Info: thefirstnotes @ AIM; heather.roleplays[@]gmail.com
Other Characters: Dave, Dug, Giselle
❦ Character Info
Name: Dory
Movie/series: Finding Nemo (and The Little Mermaid, sooooort of)
Year/Position: 1st year college
Non-Speaking Animal Companion(if any): n/a
Powers(if any): n/a
Canon history: Here!
AU history: After Nemo returned home safely, Dory took up residence in Marlin's neighborhood (not in the anemone, thank you, Dory's been stung enough for one lifetime) and the three spent enough time together for most to consider them a family. Dory's relationship with Marlin never turned romantic, but she grew close enough with Nemo that she started thinking of him as a son.
You know, the kind of son whose name you occasionally forget.
They lived happily for some months while Nemo attended school and Marlin worked to help Dory improve her memory. They made some progress, but not too much-Dory's short term memory now lasts considerably longer than it used to (it used to last about a minute or two, so take that for what it's worth), but committing things to long term memory is still extremely difficult for her. She's not likely to remember any birthdays off the top of her head anytime soon.
Anyway, about eight or so months after their lives settled down, another near-disaster occurred. Dory was hooked by a fisherman. Luckily, and with the help of some of her shark friends who oh-so-conveniently happened to be in the area at the time, she snapped free... but the hook remained. She seemed to heal alright with it stuck in her lip, though, so she eventually got used to it.
A few months after that, actual disaster happened. The fish had heard mutterings above water about some kind of dangerous mist, but they shrugged it off as something that wouldn't affect them. They were wrong.
The day the sea went dark was the day Marlin and Nemo went missing.
Heartbroken and terrified, Dory hung around with the few unfortunates who stayed behind, just in case her family returned. They didn't.
The mist, paired with Dory's already-existing memory loss, really messed with her head. During the two weeks the mist stuck around, Dory hallucinated things like Marlin dying, Nemo dying, all the sea turtles dying, the ocean boiling and everything dying. When she wasn't hiding in the cold ocean depths from her own visions, she was angry and aggressive and put herself in danger more than once by provoking some already psychotic sharks. She doesn't remember any of this now, but at the time it seemed like the only thing she could think about at all.
Once the mist receded and some fish didn't come back home-Marlin and Nemo among them-Dory ultimately decided that she had to help, somehow, but how could a fish possibly do anything? A coral trout had suggested, jokingly, that Dory find a way to become human. No one thought she'd take that suggestion seriously, but she did.
She had heard that someone named Ursula, a witch who lived very far away in a place called Atlantica, could help-no one mentioned the "evil" part, though. After almost a month of traveling and getting lost (and getting lost some more), Dory found what she was looking for. Her deal with Ursula was similar to Ariel's: she could become human if that's what she truly wanted, so long as she enrolled at the Academy for proper mist-fighting training. But since Ursula wasn't as familiar with Dory as she was with Ariel, she included the following: should any part of Dory's new human body touch ocean water, the spell would break and Ursula would own her forever. Dory's initial reaction was to say no-she wasn't sure she could give up her true home-but she eventually came around. As far as she was concerned, she'd find a loophole. Somehow. And if not, she assumed it would be worth it, in the end.
Her transformation left her with blue hair, a lip ring that she can't remove, a string of scars on her side (thanks to those darn jellyfish), and legs and lungs and all those awesome human things. Dory was thrilled, and after spending a few days on land, she decided that she wouldn't miss the ocean too much.
She enrolled at the Academy a few short weeks later.
Personality: Dory is bright, bubbly (pardon the pun), playful, optimistic, carefree, fearless, loyal, brave, and tough.
These are her positive qualities.
Her memory problems make those positive qualities not so positive. She sometimes comes off as dumb and reckless because she doesn't realize when she's in a dangerous situation, or because she forgets something as simple as someone else's name. She's also easily distracted and, because of that, easily frustrated. Her loyalty can sometimes be mistaken for clinginess, and her forgetfulness makes her prone to bouts of naivete.
But she is, actually, very intelligent. She was one of only a few fish who could read human English, and she could (and still can) speak multiple dialects of whale. She also knows how to get out of sticky situations (like facing death by shark ingestion), though that may just be (again, pardon the pun) dumb luck.
Her humanness has endowed her with a hard-working attitude, surprising resourcefulness, and some fantastic organizational skills, though she organizes things in her way, so no one else is likely to figure out the methods to her madness.
Greatest Fear: Dory can't think of anything more frightening than having her sacrifice and transformation mean nothing, which is what will happen if she can't help her friends.
What are your plans with this character?: SHE IS GOING TO HELP FIGHT THE MIST LIKE A BOSS. And make new memories in the process. And then lose them. And then make more! :D
❦ Writing
Third person writing sample: Learning to write was a real pain in the gills, but after finishing her third notebook, Dory knew she'd succeeded.
Since she perfected her writing technique only a week before, she also knew she'd have to invest in more notebooks. And pens. And possibly a bookshelf or two.
(Someone had suggested a laptop, but for an actual fish out of water, the prospect of such technology was literally mind-boggling. She still can't figure out how to work television remotes, but she's getting the hang of telephones! Sort of. ...she can answer them, at least.)
The note-keeping in itself was also a pain in the butt, but Dory knew that was the only way she'd remember the important things, like who she is, and where she is, and why she has legs and arms instead of fins. (She still wakes up sometimes and gasps for breath, only to realize with wonder that she can actually breathe oxygen. Remembering she can't breathe water is also a problem, as she sometimes finds out while in the bath.) She also reminds herself, through notes, of her newly discovered likes (chocolate, socks, books, and the radio) and dislikes (alarm clocks, most animals, cheese, and elevators).
She bites the cap of her pen for a moment and squints at the page she's working on, purple eyes surveying the childlike handwriting in front of her. Something about lunch.
"Lunch," she says, pursing her lips. "I have to... lunch."
She's sure that means something important. She's just not sure what.
"Oh!" Right. The dictionary. She flips through the pages and reads aloud, "A light midday meal betwee-" Her stomach growls. "Oh, duh. Food."
Other things Dory's learned: peanut butter is awesome. Especially when eaten straight from the jar with a spoon.
She figures she ought to make a note of that.
First person writing sample: [The comm clicks on and reveals nothing but a room full of books, apparently wallpapered with scribbled-on sticky notes.
After a moment, a blue-haired young lady appears (please don't mind the writing on her arms), squinting at the camera with furrowed brows.]
Is this thing on? Hello? Helloooooooooooooo?
[She taps the lens.]
Huh. Guess it's not working.
[Time to yell for assistance! Because that is the only logical thing to do, obviously.]
HEY! IF ANYONE CAN HEAR ME, I THINK MY THING IS BROKEN. IF YOU CAN FIX IT YOU SHOULD COME BY AND DO THAT. PLEASE. THANK YOU!
[She then sits back and stares, expectantly, at the door.
Without shutting the comm off.
She may be in for a surprise.]