Tanja Ziegler
Mar 6, 2014 20:41:44 GMT -5
Post by Dr. Tanja Ziegler on Mar 6, 2014 20:41:44 GMT -5
The BasicsName: Tanja Kristin Ziegler
Nicknames: TK, but not frequently.
Age: 38
Orientation: Homosexual
Desired Rank/Job: Child therapist, specialising in behavioural therapy for children aged between 3 and 16
Powers: Lullaby.
Tanja can put people to sleep by singing to them. Normally she can focus her power on just one person and send them to sleep after a few minutes to half an hour of singing, however, depending on how loud or how long for, she can put a small room of people into a light sleep. Depending on how tired the person already is, they may sleep between for a few minutes to twelve hours.
While she has very good control over her power, when she is stressed or emotional, she has much less control and can put people to sleep by mistake. It also makes her tired, so if she is going to use her power, she’s going to make it just before she wants to go to bed. If she is especially stressed or tired, she can sing herself to sleep, so she is not immune to the effect of her own power. If she spends a lot of time or energy focusing on any one person for more than half an hour or so, her power can backfire and send her to sleep instead of the other, or it will give her muscle aches, a sore throat, or headaches. Tinnitus is a common side-effect if she uses her power for too long.
Play By: Willemijn VerkaikThe DetailsHair Color: Brown
Eye Color: Blue
Any Piercings? Conventional ear piercings.
Any Tattoos? No.
Any Scars? Appendectomy scar and a few nicks here and there.
General Appearance:
Tanja walks that fine line of feeling like she’s not much to look at and knowing that she’s hot stuff. You can usually tell how she’s feeling by the way she chooses to dress each day. If her hair is tied back and her clothes are plain, all one colour or shade, or just black, she’s probably not feeling at her best. If her clothes are bright and her hair is loose, she’s likely feeling pretty awesome, and it’ll show in the glow of her skin. Standing at five feet and seven inches, though she stands taller than her wife she’ll still often wear high heels, depending again on her mood. Also how her ankles happen to be that particular day. She doesn’t wear a lot of make-up either way, preferring to use it only to accentuate her natural beauty. Her pale skin is usually clear, but another telling sign that she’s stressed out of her mind is acne, which appears at her hairline and often clears up after a week of good sleep.
She doesn’t really have one look for work and another for home. She wears whatever she feels like every day, and tries to make it smart but casual. She believes that children respond better to her if she doesn’t look too distant or cold, and that includes in the way she dresses. Occasionally she does feel the need to change out of her work clothes to be able to function at home, usually in the coldest days of winter and the warmest days of summer, during which she’ll shed her work stuff and slip into a big fluffy sweater and stretchy trousers or a tank top with shorts/a summer dress. However, she can’t resist a good excuse to dress up, so her wardrobe has a section dedicated to her elegant gowns and party dresses.
Personality:
Her moods change daily; one day she could wake up with the sun and be in a fabulous mood until she lays her head down on the pillow that evening, and the next morning she could wake too early and in a terrible rage, struggle to make it through the day and then flop face first onto the couch when she gets home, no matter who or what is already sitting there. If it‘s her wife sitting on the couch, that‘s fine by her - it‘s a good opportunity to have her hair braided and be coddled, though that doesn‘t actually happen as often as she‘d secretly like. A cuddle and a cup of hot cocoa is a good substitute.
Understanding and gentle when she needs to be, firm and fair, she works very well with children of all ages. She likes to apply this to her relationships with people as best she can, but she can only suffer ridiculous grown ups so much. Especially if they just flat-out refuse to listen to reason. Though she used to be uptight and prudish as a young adult, she is less so nowadays, and she is by no means prickly and unapproachable. Approach her, just be cautious about the things you say and words you choose, unless you really do want to wind her up.
She likes to keep busy, so this means lots of work and lots of hobbies. However, she finds it hard to keep interested in one hobby at a time, so she cycles between them, and finds new things to enjoy all the time. One week she’s curled up watching a British comedy and the next she’s out at a dance class. The excitement ends at roughly the same time each night, however. She likes regular sleep and efficiency. Yes, go ahead, make your efficient Germanic woman jokes, but she’s got herself organised… mostly. As long as she has notes and calendars, notes and alarms, she’s fine. If she misses even one thing? The entire area should clear until the nuclear winter ends.
She does tend to get stressed fairly easily, however, and can be wound up by anyone who challenges her or questions her authority. She treads carefully on this at work, where rebellious children will often press her as far as she‘ll go, but catch her after a long day of this and she‘ll snap like a very noisy, very German-sounding twig. At least the children have an excuse to be ignorant! When she is flustered, angry, annoyed, tired, or stressed, it‘s like she‘s forgotten her other languages and she reverts to her native tongue. This happens most often when she‘s having a screaming argument with someone, and halfway through a sentence she gets louder and faster and suddenly you‘re not sure if she‘s even speaking correct German any more.
A very proud woman, it really irks her that her Italian is so poor, considering she lived most of her life in Switzerland where some of the population use it as their primary language. Basically, if there‘s something she feels she should be able to do but can‘t, she is an utter failure and will sulk for hours. If baking goes wrong? Failure. If she brews her tea too long? Failure. If she puts a decoration in the wrong spot? Failure. And she‘s incredibly sensitive to that, so it‘s a good way to get on her nerves, pointing out her flaws.Your VicesLikes:
+ Mornings
+ Sunrise
+ Singing
+ Children
+ Keeping busy
+ Making pastry
+ Eating pastry
+ Exotic birds
+ Most animals
+ Arguing with her wife
+ Motorbikes
+ Zucchini
+ Teaching people how to laugh
Dislikes:
- Coffee
- Late nights
- People falling asleep when they hear her sing
- Being wrong
- Being challenged
- Knowing she’ll be forty soon
- Arguing with her wife
- Arrogance
- Bigotry
- Wilful ignorance
- People who think they know better than her
- People who rile her up on purpose
Strengths:
+ Finding other people’s strengths and encouraging them
+ Finding other people’s weaknessesand manipulating themand helping them to overcome them
+ Natural affinity for languages (except broken Italian which irritates her to no end)
+ Intelligent and sharp
+ Disciplined and dominant
+ Warm and caring
+ Confident
+ Ability to keep cool when everyone else is having a meltdown
+ Generous and persistent
+ Patient when it counts
Weaknesses:
- Holding her tongue in the right situations
- Easily wound up
- Gets flustered and confused when she’s stressed
- Gets unnecessarily upset over her own minor slip-ups
- Not so patient when her beliefs/knowledge/qualifications are challenged
- Overreactions
- Inappropriate laughter
- Poor self-control when shopping
- Goes through interests more often than she changes her socks
- Forgetful if she doesn’t have a calendar or memo pad up around the house
Fears: Something happening to Linda, something happening to herself leaving Linda in trouble, something happening to any of the children under her care.
Secret: She feels as though her biological clock is ticking, but fears that too much would change if they even considered having children of their own.Family TiesFather: Laurenz Johann Ziegler
Mother: Elise Nicole Ziegler (née Bovet)
Siblings: Franziska Else Ziegler
Any Other Important People: Linda Hu (wife)HistoryBorn in Stuttgart, Germany, Tanja‘s early life was rather uneventful. Her parents had met while her mother was on holiday, celebrating the end of high school life. She met Laurenz at a festival, and they fell in love almost instantly. Such a fairytale story it was that their two daughters, Franziska and Tanja, would often ask them to recount it over and over. Laurenz liked to add embellishments, insisting that he rode on horseback to Elise’s hotel (originally he rode a bike which was missing one handle and the brake pads) and swept her away to Paris to be married (they did not marry until one year following Franziska’s birth, and they married in Berlin). The girls loved it, though, and added their own elements to the story. Eventually the story took on a life of its own, and was retold and retold as the amazing story of Princess Elise marrying the poor nurse from Dresden.
While they were happy in Stuttgart, when Tanja turned seven, Elise grew homesick, and Laurenz agreed to find work in Switzerland. With his power being mental manipulation through vocal commands, that seemed like it would be easy. If it weren’t for his pesky morals he might have found work a year earlier than he did. The girls found it hard to adjust, petulant after having to leave their friends behind. Slowly, however, they helped each other overcome the loneliness, with Tanja taking charge and taking care of her big sister.
When Tanja was eleven, Franziska became incredibly ill, with vomiting and fever and terrible stomach pains. She had acute appendicitis, and was later told she had been just a day away from peritonitis. Scared she‘d lose her sister, Tanja followed Ziska‘s progress closely. She was the one who asked the questions when the family were told about the surgery and discussed things in depth with the doctor, who considered her precocious and bright. As her sister recovered, Tanja developed a keen interest in medicine, and was adamant that she would become a surgeon like the team that saved her sister. When a close cousin later developed a tumour on the brain, the same repeated over again, with Tanja asking all the questions and researching and being completely fascinated by the procedures. During this time, she became fixated on becoming a neurosurgeon and never grew out of it.
Even when she became interested in singing and studied hard in music, she was diligent in her science classes and continued to insist that she could become the world’s first pop star neurosurgeon. In between her studies and daydreaming, she began working as a babysitter for her neighbours along with her sister. Two weeks before her fifteenth birthday, she quickly became quite popular with her neighbours for the way in which she seemed to have a knack for putting the kids to bed. They asked her what her secret was, and she would shrug and smile, attributing it to her voice. Little did she know how right she was.
Two days before her fifteenth birthday, she was to take part in a concert held by her school. Somewhere around the middle of the show, she was set to sing, and she was incredibly excited. She practised for hours and hours, though looking back, she admits she was surprised that her parents didn‘t complain when she was up past midnight singing her lungs out. Though she soon discovered why. On the night of the show, she stood up in front of the parents and visitors. The music began, and she took her cue to start singing. It began with a few yawns near the stage, but she soldiered on, believing it to be some of the younger boys who were bored by the show. Then came the sound of someone snoring quite loudly near the middle of the audience, and she stopped about halfway through her song when she realised that her captive audience were either sleeping or ready to start snoozing. Upset and vaguely offended, she stormed off stage. That very night, there was a knock at the door, and the sniffling diva was the one to answer, mascara and poorly-made stage make-up running down her face. The strange man and woman introduced themselves as being sent from Kocher, the school for metas. They asked to speak to her parents, and she huffily obliged, not understanding why they couldn‘t just speak to her. She wasn‘t some stupid teenager!
The talk with the family was very short indeed. Since her sister had been there before her, they didn’t really need to explain much, and it was quickly agreed that Tanja needed to learn to control her power. She packed her bags, though she moaned and griped the entire time, and again on the trip there. This was a most inconvenient time to move a smart, talented young woman!
Despite her moodiness, it was a surprisingly easy transition. After the lullaby fiasco at her old school, Tanja was secretly quite eager to leave. She made friends quickly and no longer felt embarrassed about her power, surrounded by others of varying degrees of control. Though she still sometimes sent someone into a slumber with her songs, she eventually gained good enough control over her power by the end of her time at Kocher to confidently go on to university the second she received her final results. Never again did she send an entire hall to sleep, but even now she could send the front row of one to sleep and the second into a drowsy stupor.
Accepted to the University of Geneva to study Neuroscience, that’s where she claims she finally “discovered herself”, and struggled to balance her sexuality and relationships with her determination to pass and her near-constant studying. She did finally earn her PhD studying neuroscience, but during her research she had become intensely interested in psychiatry, particularly in children. She left Geneva to pursue a degree in psychiatry at the University of Berne, where she met her future wife Linda. They didn‘t hit it off instantly. She found Linda far too over-bearing, a typical American woman with hair that you needed sunglasses to look at. Distancing herself from the queer group she‘d been involved in, she thought she‘d never have to see that crass, rude, loud woman ever again. She was wrong. She found herself in classes that the other woman was helping to teach, and she would challenge her near constantly. Perhaps it was the challenge or some other magical thread of fate, but she found herself falling for the slightly-older woman. After much sobbing over the phone to her sister and screaming at the mirror and singing at the top of her lungs to drown out her own thoughts, she eventually accepted her feelings and they simply drifted together. Accepting a place at Kocher as a therapist and moving into her own place, it seemed only natural to move her girlfriend in as well. For years, it was all they needed. A place to stay and each other.
It was clear what the next step should be, and though neither was aware of the fact (somehow) they each decided they were going to ask the other to marry them. They still argue over who asked first (it‘s pretty likely they never actually asked, but accepted simultaneously). After getting married, Tanja decided to move on from Kocher, but work was scarce in Switzerland at the time. The pair moved out to Vermont, and Tanja had to take a psych degree again, in order for her qualifications to be relevant to working in the US. Now fully qualified, she has been at a post working with small children (kindergarten to elementary level) for six months.Roleplay ExampleFrom a Star Trek roleplay. I can change this if preferred.
He sighed deeply, coming to a slow, awkward stop just outside the captain's ready room. He knew that he was skating on thin ice already after defying orders multiple times, but it really wasn't his fault that the captain was such an idiot. Compared to him, Captain Draper was just a child, and it showed through his many stupid decisions. It didn't occur once to Alexander that maybe if he removed some of the pride he associated with being the age he was combined with his rank, he'd have deflated his ego just enough to see that most of the decisions were actually pretty good ones. He should listen, and somewhere in his heart he knew that he should. It wasn't easy for him, and he would probably never admit it. At any rate, he knew he had to be calm and collected when talking to the captain that morning, or else it was back to Cambridge for the stubborn scientist. After making his presence outside the door known, he waited patiently for permission to enter. No answer. Slightly irritated at his captain's apparent sudden loss of hearing, he kicked the door on impulse. It slid open, and he took that as the sign that he should enter.
"You wanted to see me, Cap--"
Alexander stopped in his tracks as he looked over at the desk. Captain Draper was sprawled over it, either unconscious or dead, he couldn't quite tell. He couldn't hear breathing and he didn't really want to approach his captain in this state. Though he had a small amount of first-aid training, he felt it would be unsafe, but for a brief moment he was frozen to the spot and he didn't know what to do. He had never wished more in his life that he had gone into medicine like his mother, or that he had agreed to be trained to keep his emotions under control. Knowing he had to make some form of decision, he turned to rush out of the ready room for help. Just as he did so, a security team stormed in, phasers pointed at him. For a second, he was confused, and looked from the team to the captain and back. It suddenly dawned on him, like a little light had switched on in his head. Involuntarily raising his hands as though to defend himself, he stepped back from them a little, though why he would run and where exactly he could run to was beyond him.
"But... but..." he stammered, looking at the accusing glares on each of the security personnel's faces. "Surely you don't think...? I didn't...!"
.What About You?Name: Lilac
Age: 24
Experience: Forever.
How Did You Find Us? I used to RP here.
Ready To Play? Actually nah I‘m just gonna go now
