Post by silicathames on Jun 28, 2020 6:39:22 GMT
INFORMATION
Full name: Silica Thames
Nickname(s): Ria, Miss Robot, Dr. No
Age: 26
Birthday: June 1st
Gender: Female
Sexual preference: Undetermined
Appearance
General appearance
Silica is six-foot-tall with an athletic build and a cold expression. She has elegant comporture but lacks a certain grace, which lends an almost mechanical air to her movements. She gives the impression of a robot moving smoothly. Her black hair, which is always up in a braided crown, contrasts with her vibrant blue-green eyes, which seem warm despite her demeanor.
Though she’s lost her tan after the long trip, she is still freckled. They won’t be leaving her short of cosmetic medical intervention.
Scars
One traversing from the bottom of her right shoulder blade to the top of her left. Its healed but left a red welt of flesh where it once was.
A scattering of small ones on her chin that with a longer one piercing across the corner of her lips at an angle.
Piercings
Three topaz studs with alloy shanks to reduce the likelihood of frostbite
Tattoos: None
Distinguishing marks
Spot of brown in her left eye, freckles all over her body, a red birthmark shaped like a squiggly sunburst or some manner of octopi on her right hip.
Clothing style
Auster would be the way to describe her style of dressing. Even when she isn’t wearing a uniform, her clothes tend to look like they are one. She favors grey for most of her attire with shades of blue and green that bring out her eyes as accents. Occasionally she’ll accessorize with a necklace but generally only wears her earrings. Her hair is always up in a braided crown.
RELATIONSHIPS
Parents/siblings: Father Gerard, Mother Helena, Sister Serena, all deceased
Friends: None
Significant other: None
Pets: None
PERSONALITY
General
She is detached and cold but isn’t rude or noticeably socially inept most of the time.
Her blunt manner of speaking can hurt feelings at times, intentionally and otherwise.
Likes
Research, books, making book recommendations, constructing books, writing, cooking, tea, gardening, and rock climbing
Dislikes
Needless noise, people asking about her personal life, people asking about where she is going or what she plans to do, negative comments about her personality, being told to smile, people getting too physically close to her
Dreams
None at the moment
Fears
Mediocrity
She wants to do something meaningful and exciting with her life but feels little passion. It's part of the reason she picked such an unlikely place to work.
Crowded Spaces
She was effectively buried by other people following the crash that took her family. Being surrounded is part of what saved her life, but being trapped like that remains a wound on her mind and feels nervous on packed transports. She schedules her life around non-peak hours rather than ride a full transport.
Strengths
Analytical
She is excellent when it comes to organization, data processing, and pattern recognition. Its been a boon during her time at college.
Calm
Outside of specific triggers, she can keep a level head. Even when she is faced with a panic attack, she knows what to do to self-manage it.
Brave
She isn’t scared of challenges. Nor given to believe she can’t do something until it's proven otherwise. It's sometimes misunderstood as excessive pride or even stupidity but isn’t. She simply lacks a persistent inner critic concerning matters not related to relationships.
Weaknesses
Interpersonal relationships
Being thrust into an awkward situation with her extended family following the death of her immediate one has left her wary of relationships. She doesn’t want to become close to others because she fears her emotional stability becoming dependent on them. That people don’t need malicious intent or motives to harm or abandon others is never far from her mind.
She doesn’t view it as innately foolish for others to care about people or get involved with them. It's just something she considers to be ‘not for her’ as she puts it.
Expressions of care
She’s not particularly good at expressing concern to others. Her view on human nature makes her reluctant to get involved with others to such an extent in the first place. She’s also not likely to acknowledge feelings even if she has them, so she has a difficult time with them.
Furthermore, when someone else extends one to her, she is reluctant to accept and feels awkward. It will be appreciated if you don’t go to the trouble of remembering her birthday. If you do, please refrain from or making a fuss.
Anxiety
She’s suffered mild anxiety since the accident that claimed her family. Usually, it only makes it difficult for her to sleep. Still, it can result in a panic attack under certain conditions.
She also has difficulty coping with being crowded by other people. She was effectively buried by other people following the crash that took her family. Being surrounded is part of what saved her life, but being trapped like that remains a wound on her mind.
She schedules her life around non-peak hours rather than ride a full transport. If one suddenly fills, she’d rather exit and wait for the next transport than remain on board even if it means being late.
HISTORY
Biography
Silica was born on Thasenia and grew up in Iyrefield in her parent’s modest farmhouse. They were upper middle class and didn’t want for anything of importance. Her family admired those who were part of the initiative to reclaim Oglasea but didn’t join them. Silica though she might give it a try one day though, her heart longing for an adventure of some kind.
She didn’t need dragons or pirates. Mysterious predators and the rewarding hardships of more primitive homesteading would be enough. Or at least they were when she was nine. By the time she was ten, that dream was long forgotten, laying shattered somewhere along with the broken glass from the ground transport her family had died in.
They’d gone out one afternoon, her parents hinting at some kind of surprise that would probably just be a trip to the small amusement zone or maybe the water park since it was hot. The public transport they were on malfunctioned. The lights flickered, and a few of its onboard sensors failed. It entered an intersection prematurely, and another carrier hit it.
Silica survived by luck alone. She’d been standing up, grasping a vertical rail. The crowd around her absorbed a good deal of the impact. Not enough to save her from all injury but enough that none were so lethal as to claim her life before help arrived. Her family had been sitting on the side the impact occurred on. It was a mundane end for an average family.
Thankfully she didn’t remember how her family had looked during the crash or in the period before rescue workers arrived. All she could remember was the scent of blood, and the cloying darkness of the bodies pressed in around her. It was an experience that left a scar far more profound than any physical one. It would follow her in her nightmares and claw its way in during her waking ones and cause panic attacks.
After what happened, she was sent to live with her aunt’s family. An aunt Lara she’d never met before because Lara had run off when she was twenty never to be heard from again. It was only official intervention that had resulted in Lara being found and Silica being shipped to her. The resulting reunion was awkward for all parties involved.
Lara, who liked to be called Lara even by her own children, was what Silica’s mom would have politely called childish. She wasn’t cruel or even unkind exactly, but Lara wasn’t the sort of person a child could depend on. Her own children had grown up fast and leaned on there father for support. A man who was less involved now that his own children were in their late teens.
Howl was mostly at work and felt awkward around his newfound niece. Her cousins were all much older than her and likewise didn’t know what they should do. So it went, with everyone tiptoeing awkwardly around her. After a few weeks, Silica began to retreat into her room and virtual classroom for relief from the situation.
Fortunately, despite their other failings Lara and Howl did care. They ensured that Silica underwent trauma counseling until she was fifteen when she returned to physical attendance school classes instead of virtual. They were hardly experts on child psychology and thought that her interest in returning was a positive sign. Truthfully Silica just saw it as an opportunity to leave the house.
This pattern continued with her taking advantage of every field trip or camp opportunity that would allow her to increase the distance between her and her extended family. When it was time for college, she even elected to move into the dorm despite the cost increase and lack of support.
Lara wasn’t great at taking care of other people emotionally, but she was an excellent basic care provider. Silica had never had to worry about her meals or cleaning any space outside of her room. Yet Silica didn’t mind the mild hardships of caring for herself when weighed against gaining the chance to be alone.
This feeling was confined to her extended family. Despite living on campus, Silica kept a distance from others. She wasn’t rude but after a constant stream of rejections, she earned the nickname Ria. It was her classmates’ joke. Silica, the girl with a heart colder than RIA 78N.
The nickname was the start of her interest in the icy mining planet and its hidden sea. With the more modest dreams of her childhood forgotten, she decided to pursue a new one. Or what was as close to one as she could get.
Like her extended family, she couldn't summon up much emotion for RIA 78N beyond curiosity. It didn't matter, though. It was apparent even on paper that the icy world was full of potential. Once she got her boots on the ice she might have the chance to not only help the growing community and document its history as it happened.
That was any librarian's dream, but the possibilities of making discoveries of her own pulled faintly at her. She might even get to name something like a rock formation or a strain of algae. It was enough for her to decide to commit to the idea.
Lara, Howl, and her cousins were shocked when she informed them by message that she had decided to relocate to Ria should she find suitable work. Despite how little they’d had to do with each other, they’d come to see her as family. They would miss her and expected her to be lonely without them.
Silica didn’t correct them out of courtesy. Instead, she explained that she was looking for a challenge, which was true. Though they weren’t close, Silica didn’t hate her extended family or wish to hurt them. She just didn’t feel attached, either.
Her therapist would have found it troubling if she had told him about it. She hadn't though and stopped treatment when she was fifteen. Twenty-three at the time, she failed to see anything strange about her mindset.
She remained living apart from her family and filled the intervening years by patching some holes in her education. Since she had her sights set on a less than tame planet, she earned an emergency medical technician certificate and took coding classes. She didn’t want to be caught flatfooted by what Ria might throw at her.
She was quite pleased when a post that suited her finally opened up.
First memory
The scent of tea brewing as she laid in the grass of her family home, looking up at the sky through the trees at the back of her family’s property.
The details are hazy but suffused by a peaceful feeling and one of Silica’s favorites when it crops up in dreams.
Full name: Silica Thames
Nickname(s): Ria, Miss Robot, Dr. No
Age: 26
Birthday: June 1st
Gender: Female
Sexual preference: Undetermined
Appearance
General appearance
Silica is six-foot-tall with an athletic build and a cold expression. She has elegant comporture but lacks a certain grace, which lends an almost mechanical air to her movements. She gives the impression of a robot moving smoothly. Her black hair, which is always up in a braided crown, contrasts with her vibrant blue-green eyes, which seem warm despite her demeanor.
Though she’s lost her tan after the long trip, she is still freckled. They won’t be leaving her short of cosmetic medical intervention.
Scars
One traversing from the bottom of her right shoulder blade to the top of her left. Its healed but left a red welt of flesh where it once was.
A scattering of small ones on her chin that with a longer one piercing across the corner of her lips at an angle.
Piercings
Three topaz studs with alloy shanks to reduce the likelihood of frostbite
Tattoos: None
Distinguishing marks
Spot of brown in her left eye, freckles all over her body, a red birthmark shaped like a squiggly sunburst or some manner of octopi on her right hip.
Clothing style
Auster would be the way to describe her style of dressing. Even when she isn’t wearing a uniform, her clothes tend to look like they are one. She favors grey for most of her attire with shades of blue and green that bring out her eyes as accents. Occasionally she’ll accessorize with a necklace but generally only wears her earrings. Her hair is always up in a braided crown.
RELATIONSHIPS
Parents/siblings: Father Gerard, Mother Helena, Sister Serena, all deceased
Friends: None
Significant other: None
Pets: None
PERSONALITY
General
She is detached and cold but isn’t rude or noticeably socially inept most of the time.
Her blunt manner of speaking can hurt feelings at times, intentionally and otherwise.
Likes
Research, books, making book recommendations, constructing books, writing, cooking, tea, gardening, and rock climbing
Dislikes
Needless noise, people asking about her personal life, people asking about where she is going or what she plans to do, negative comments about her personality, being told to smile, people getting too physically close to her
Dreams
None at the moment
Fears
Mediocrity
She wants to do something meaningful and exciting with her life but feels little passion. It's part of the reason she picked such an unlikely place to work.
Crowded Spaces
She was effectively buried by other people following the crash that took her family. Being surrounded is part of what saved her life, but being trapped like that remains a wound on her mind and feels nervous on packed transports. She schedules her life around non-peak hours rather than ride a full transport.
Strengths
Analytical
She is excellent when it comes to organization, data processing, and pattern recognition. Its been a boon during her time at college.
Calm
Outside of specific triggers, she can keep a level head. Even when she is faced with a panic attack, she knows what to do to self-manage it.
Brave
She isn’t scared of challenges. Nor given to believe she can’t do something until it's proven otherwise. It's sometimes misunderstood as excessive pride or even stupidity but isn’t. She simply lacks a persistent inner critic concerning matters not related to relationships.
Weaknesses
Interpersonal relationships
Being thrust into an awkward situation with her extended family following the death of her immediate one has left her wary of relationships. She doesn’t want to become close to others because she fears her emotional stability becoming dependent on them. That people don’t need malicious intent or motives to harm or abandon others is never far from her mind.
She doesn’t view it as innately foolish for others to care about people or get involved with them. It's just something she considers to be ‘not for her’ as she puts it.
Expressions of care
She’s not particularly good at expressing concern to others. Her view on human nature makes her reluctant to get involved with others to such an extent in the first place. She’s also not likely to acknowledge feelings even if she has them, so she has a difficult time with them.
Furthermore, when someone else extends one to her, she is reluctant to accept and feels awkward. It will be appreciated if you don’t go to the trouble of remembering her birthday. If you do, please refrain from or making a fuss.
Anxiety
She’s suffered mild anxiety since the accident that claimed her family. Usually, it only makes it difficult for her to sleep. Still, it can result in a panic attack under certain conditions.
She also has difficulty coping with being crowded by other people. She was effectively buried by other people following the crash that took her family. Being surrounded is part of what saved her life, but being trapped like that remains a wound on her mind.
She schedules her life around non-peak hours rather than ride a full transport. If one suddenly fills, she’d rather exit and wait for the next transport than remain on board even if it means being late.
HISTORY
Biography
Silica was born on Thasenia and grew up in Iyrefield in her parent’s modest farmhouse. They were upper middle class and didn’t want for anything of importance. Her family admired those who were part of the initiative to reclaim Oglasea but didn’t join them. Silica though she might give it a try one day though, her heart longing for an adventure of some kind.
She didn’t need dragons or pirates. Mysterious predators and the rewarding hardships of more primitive homesteading would be enough. Or at least they were when she was nine. By the time she was ten, that dream was long forgotten, laying shattered somewhere along with the broken glass from the ground transport her family had died in.
They’d gone out one afternoon, her parents hinting at some kind of surprise that would probably just be a trip to the small amusement zone or maybe the water park since it was hot. The public transport they were on malfunctioned. The lights flickered, and a few of its onboard sensors failed. It entered an intersection prematurely, and another carrier hit it.
Silica survived by luck alone. She’d been standing up, grasping a vertical rail. The crowd around her absorbed a good deal of the impact. Not enough to save her from all injury but enough that none were so lethal as to claim her life before help arrived. Her family had been sitting on the side the impact occurred on. It was a mundane end for an average family.
Thankfully she didn’t remember how her family had looked during the crash or in the period before rescue workers arrived. All she could remember was the scent of blood, and the cloying darkness of the bodies pressed in around her. It was an experience that left a scar far more profound than any physical one. It would follow her in her nightmares and claw its way in during her waking ones and cause panic attacks.
After what happened, she was sent to live with her aunt’s family. An aunt Lara she’d never met before because Lara had run off when she was twenty never to be heard from again. It was only official intervention that had resulted in Lara being found and Silica being shipped to her. The resulting reunion was awkward for all parties involved.
Lara, who liked to be called Lara even by her own children, was what Silica’s mom would have politely called childish. She wasn’t cruel or even unkind exactly, but Lara wasn’t the sort of person a child could depend on. Her own children had grown up fast and leaned on there father for support. A man who was less involved now that his own children were in their late teens.
Howl was mostly at work and felt awkward around his newfound niece. Her cousins were all much older than her and likewise didn’t know what they should do. So it went, with everyone tiptoeing awkwardly around her. After a few weeks, Silica began to retreat into her room and virtual classroom for relief from the situation.
Fortunately, despite their other failings Lara and Howl did care. They ensured that Silica underwent trauma counseling until she was fifteen when she returned to physical attendance school classes instead of virtual. They were hardly experts on child psychology and thought that her interest in returning was a positive sign. Truthfully Silica just saw it as an opportunity to leave the house.
This pattern continued with her taking advantage of every field trip or camp opportunity that would allow her to increase the distance between her and her extended family. When it was time for college, she even elected to move into the dorm despite the cost increase and lack of support.
Lara wasn’t great at taking care of other people emotionally, but she was an excellent basic care provider. Silica had never had to worry about her meals or cleaning any space outside of her room. Yet Silica didn’t mind the mild hardships of caring for herself when weighed against gaining the chance to be alone.
This feeling was confined to her extended family. Despite living on campus, Silica kept a distance from others. She wasn’t rude but after a constant stream of rejections, she earned the nickname Ria. It was her classmates’ joke. Silica, the girl with a heart colder than RIA 78N.
The nickname was the start of her interest in the icy mining planet and its hidden sea. With the more modest dreams of her childhood forgotten, she decided to pursue a new one. Or what was as close to one as she could get.
Like her extended family, she couldn't summon up much emotion for RIA 78N beyond curiosity. It didn't matter, though. It was apparent even on paper that the icy world was full of potential. Once she got her boots on the ice she might have the chance to not only help the growing community and document its history as it happened.
That was any librarian's dream, but the possibilities of making discoveries of her own pulled faintly at her. She might even get to name something like a rock formation or a strain of algae. It was enough for her to decide to commit to the idea.
Lara, Howl, and her cousins were shocked when she informed them by message that she had decided to relocate to Ria should she find suitable work. Despite how little they’d had to do with each other, they’d come to see her as family. They would miss her and expected her to be lonely without them.
Silica didn’t correct them out of courtesy. Instead, she explained that she was looking for a challenge, which was true. Though they weren’t close, Silica didn’t hate her extended family or wish to hurt them. She just didn’t feel attached, either.
Her therapist would have found it troubling if she had told him about it. She hadn't though and stopped treatment when she was fifteen. Twenty-three at the time, she failed to see anything strange about her mindset.
She remained living apart from her family and filled the intervening years by patching some holes in her education. Since she had her sights set on a less than tame planet, she earned an emergency medical technician certificate and took coding classes. She didn’t want to be caught flatfooted by what Ria might throw at her.
She was quite pleased when a post that suited her finally opened up.
First memory
The scent of tea brewing as she laid in the grass of her family home, looking up at the sky through the trees at the back of her family’s property.
The details are hazy but suffused by a peaceful feeling and one of Silica’s favorites when it crops up in dreams.