Post by Meister on Aug 12, 2013 22:46:28 GMT -5
SARAH JANE BARTON
GENDER female
AGE 29
OCCUPATION xenobiologist
SEXUAL ORIENTATION heterosexual
FACE CLAIM emilia clarke
AGE 29
OCCUPATION xenobiologist
SEXUAL ORIENTATION heterosexual
FACE CLAIM emilia clarke
STRENGTHS
WEAKNESSES
OVERVIEW Having grown up with the derision and taunting of her peers, Sarah's got a rather tough skin and tends to take criticism in stride. Before the breach reopened, xenobiology was a laughable career path, but she bulled on ahead. Stubborn and determined, she stuck with her passion and devoted herself to it. Sarah rarely does anything by halves, and has the unfortunate tendency to spend her time split between focusing on something so intently that the world fades away and struggling to pay attention to one thing for more than thirty seconds at a time.
She's earnest and sincere, though prone to biting sarcasm when she feels defensive. Sarah spends a good portion of her time locked in her lab, up to her elbows in her latest specimens, and so she tends to forget how other people view them, and the casual approach she has to things like having kaiju blue crusted under her fingernails more often than not.
- driven
- intelligent
- determined
- empathetic
- protective
WEAKNESSES
- ADHD, meds don't help
- quickly becomes stressed
- forgets that not everyone is fascinated by kaiju
- forgets to eat and sleep while focused
- dreads end of the war as much as she wants it
OVERVIEW Having grown up with the derision and taunting of her peers, Sarah's got a rather tough skin and tends to take criticism in stride. Before the breach reopened, xenobiology was a laughable career path, but she bulled on ahead. Stubborn and determined, she stuck with her passion and devoted herself to it. Sarah rarely does anything by halves, and has the unfortunate tendency to spend her time split between focusing on something so intently that the world fades away and struggling to pay attention to one thing for more than thirty seconds at a time.
She's earnest and sincere, though prone to biting sarcasm when she feels defensive. Sarah spends a good portion of her time locked in her lab, up to her elbows in her latest specimens, and so she tends to forget how other people view them, and the casual approach she has to things like having kaiju blue crusted under her fingernails more often than not.
PARENTS Karen Barton, William Martin
SIBLINGS Alexander Barton, fraternal twin
OTHER none
HISTORY Anyone who's ever called Sarah or her twin brother bastards has been, in pure definition, correct. Karen Barton never married the father of her children, though they did love each other and live together. He couldn't make the commitment to his family over his religion, and at first, Karen could respect that. However, Will grew more fervent in his beliefs, and spent more and more time at the temple.
When Sarah was three, she learned the word "kaiju" for the first time. She was sat on the couch with cartoons on tv, its volume high in a valiant attempt to block out the sound of her parents' argument. Alex was dozing against her shoulder, tuckered out from playing. They yelled louder than the tv, though, and so she heard them, heard Mommy saying that Daddy loved the kaiju more than he loved his family, and heard Daddy say that he did, but that he loved them too.
Those words stuck with her, that he loved some long-gone creatures more than he loved his own flesh and blood. They made her curious about the kaiju, made her wonder just what was so awesome in the truest sense of the word about them, what made them so much more worthy of her father's devotion than her, than their family.
To this day, Sarah doesn't think she's been able to find a real answer. By the time she and her brother were nine, their mother was done waiting for an answer, or for their father to wake up and realize that his family was more important than his kaiju cult. And that was one of Sarah's vocabulary words learned around the house. Cult. A cult had stolen Daddy away, turned him into a distant figure with brilliant blue tattoos and heavy robes, who made hand gestures symbolizing inhuman anatomy to bless them when he left in the mornings.
She did well in school, able to bring home good grades and nearly obsess about what could make the kaiju divine like her father claimed. Sarah researched them, simply smiling at her mother gently when the woman admonished her. All she wanted to do was understand. Daddy wouldn't tell her, and so she had to learn on her own.
What she learned about the kaiju themselves made her wonder just what kind of man her father was. She learned about the breach years before schools taught it, and she was appalled by what kind of creatures her father worshiped.
Clones. Genetically identical clones with wildly different gene presentation, whose sole purpose in life was to wipe out humanity so that their race could use the earth like the colonization equivalent of tissue paper, solving a problem briefly before being thrown away. Furious at her father and not wanting to think about what it said about their family that he'd love such horrible creatures before them, Sarah threw herself into the biological aspect of them.
Despite their horrible deeds and intent, she found the biology of it all fascinating. By the time she was a senior in high school, Sarah had devoured all the current texts on kaiju biology and begun speculating on her own.
Sarah went into biology in college, and did her post-grad work on xenobiology, earning her master's degree. It was a grueling process, full of sleepless nights and half-hearted attempts at medicating her ADHD before giving up and studying by letting it run rampant through several textbooks at once.
Until the breach reopened, there wasn't much call for a xenobiologist to work, and Sarah lived hand-to-mouth, barely scraping by. Once it had opened though, she had more options than she knew what to do with. One in particular stood out, located as it was on an island, nice and far away from any known kaiju religious spots, but still encountering them regularly enough to provide any scientist there with adequate samples for their work.
So, crossing her fingers and hoping for the best, Sarah accepted a contract to work at Shatterdome 13 researching kaiju and attempting to glean insights into their kind and their weaknesses.
SIBLINGS Alexander Barton, fraternal twin
OTHER none
HISTORY Anyone who's ever called Sarah or her twin brother bastards has been, in pure definition, correct. Karen Barton never married the father of her children, though they did love each other and live together. He couldn't make the commitment to his family over his religion, and at first, Karen could respect that. However, Will grew more fervent in his beliefs, and spent more and more time at the temple.
When Sarah was three, she learned the word "kaiju" for the first time. She was sat on the couch with cartoons on tv, its volume high in a valiant attempt to block out the sound of her parents' argument. Alex was dozing against her shoulder, tuckered out from playing. They yelled louder than the tv, though, and so she heard them, heard Mommy saying that Daddy loved the kaiju more than he loved his family, and heard Daddy say that he did, but that he loved them too.
Those words stuck with her, that he loved some long-gone creatures more than he loved his own flesh and blood. They made her curious about the kaiju, made her wonder just what was so awesome in the truest sense of the word about them, what made them so much more worthy of her father's devotion than her, than their family.
To this day, Sarah doesn't think she's been able to find a real answer. By the time she and her brother were nine, their mother was done waiting for an answer, or for their father to wake up and realize that his family was more important than his kaiju cult. And that was one of Sarah's vocabulary words learned around the house. Cult. A cult had stolen Daddy away, turned him into a distant figure with brilliant blue tattoos and heavy robes, who made hand gestures symbolizing inhuman anatomy to bless them when he left in the mornings.
She did well in school, able to bring home good grades and nearly obsess about what could make the kaiju divine like her father claimed. Sarah researched them, simply smiling at her mother gently when the woman admonished her. All she wanted to do was understand. Daddy wouldn't tell her, and so she had to learn on her own.
What she learned about the kaiju themselves made her wonder just what kind of man her father was. She learned about the breach years before schools taught it, and she was appalled by what kind of creatures her father worshiped.
Clones. Genetically identical clones with wildly different gene presentation, whose sole purpose in life was to wipe out humanity so that their race could use the earth like the colonization equivalent of tissue paper, solving a problem briefly before being thrown away. Furious at her father and not wanting to think about what it said about their family that he'd love such horrible creatures before them, Sarah threw herself into the biological aspect of them.
Despite their horrible deeds and intent, she found the biology of it all fascinating. By the time she was a senior in high school, Sarah had devoured all the current texts on kaiju biology and begun speculating on her own.
Sarah went into biology in college, and did her post-grad work on xenobiology, earning her master's degree. It was a grueling process, full of sleepless nights and half-hearted attempts at medicating her ADHD before giving up and studying by letting it run rampant through several textbooks at once.
Until the breach reopened, there wasn't much call for a xenobiologist to work, and Sarah lived hand-to-mouth, barely scraping by. Once it had opened though, she had more options than she knew what to do with. One in particular stood out, located as it was on an island, nice and far away from any known kaiju religious spots, but still encountering them regularly enough to provide any scientist there with adequate samples for their work.
So, crossing her fingers and hoping for the best, Sarah accepted a contract to work at Shatterdome 13 researching kaiju and attempting to glean insights into their kind and their weaknesses.
