Aisling MacGrory
Oct 13, 2011 0:19:53 GMT -5
Post by Aisling MacGrory on Oct 13, 2011 0:19:53 GMT -5
The easy S T U F F . . .Name: Aisling Miriam MacGrory
Nickname: none
Age: Seventeen
Member Group: Institute Official – Researcher/Research Assistant
Power(s):
Probability Prediction – can predict the exact probability of an event occurring, to a much greater extent of the average human being. This does not mean that someone can actually alter the probability of an event, beyond what a normal, non-powered human could do. A possessor of this power can only foresee the probabilities of something actually happening. It does mean that if it is within their power to do so, they can work within the realms of the predicted probability. It also makes them incredibly intelligent, especially in math and other pattern based fields, as they can nearly always discover the exact pattern in use.
Unfortunately, possessors of the ability have difficulties understanding that things can operate outside of probability, that random factors actually do occur. Plus, they have great difficulty in grasping the fact that other people can’t see things as they can.
Play By: Saoirse RonanLet it F L O W . . .Excerpts from Aisling’s High School yearbook:
“You’re super smart!” – Edward Sneed
“You always were the smart one in the room. You’ll do great!” – Samantha Jones
“Have a great summer!” – Akilah P.
“Love those math problems!” – J.J. Jabb
“Have an awesome summer!” – Skip (complete with drawing of a penis)
“You’ll do great in the future. You have a voice, never let anyone think otherwise, and your brilliant mind puts you far beyond any of your peers.” - Mr. Smith
Excerpts from Aisling’s advanced placement analysis:
“A student such as Aisling is rare. Her intelligence is far beyond that of a normal student her age, even when one doesn’t take into account her unique gifting. She has shown remarkable aptitude in the sciences and maths, scoring well above the national average for someone several years in advance. Again, this is likely connected with her unique gift, but one cannot disregard the hours of effort that Aisling has placed in her studying. I cannot recall seeing the girl without a book, except for the few times I saw her openly interacting with others her own age.
“If I was to say that Aisling lacks in any one department, it is in her ability to communicate and lead. Aisling allows her lack of verbal expression to interfere with any form of expression. She understands English and French fluently, and can read and write quite well in Gaelic as well, as well, naturally, as ASL. Yet one rarely sees her attempting to communicate, either with her academic peers or those of her own age. Any attempts feel awkward on Aisling’s part, as though she doesn’t quite understand.
“But we simply cannot force her into classes that are so obviously beneath her intellect. Despite her obvious social awkwardness, she needs to be moved ahead”
Excerpt from an essay submitted by Aisling for a contest:
“I cannot speak.
“This doesn’t mean that I don’t know what to say, though that is also true, but that I literally cannot speak. I was born without the ability to properly form words. There were several reasons hypothesized for my condition, but in reality, we’re not sure what the truth actually is. You’d be surprised how little the truth actually matters, when there’s something looming, something like ‘Aisling hasn’t said Mommy yet.’
“That really sounds like my life would be horrible, doesn’t it? But it isn’t. I love my family, and I really love school. I love learning. I love books. I really love problems and stuff. I also like watching people, and I’d love to one day be able to actually communicate with people. There are just rules of communication that seem to exclude certain types of people. Mores that are based in our society that those that don’t quite fit in don’t really ‘get.’
“I see patterns. I know probabilities. I can predict lottery winners, deduce the chances of a bet actually succeeding to such an extent that I’m usually right. I’m great at counting cards. Math’s always been easy. But people are random, and it bothers me. I want to know more, and that’s why I’m hoping that interaction with Hammel will give me that opportunity. Which is why I applied for a position here.
“That’s where my future lies. In utilizing my impressive gifts for the benefit of all mankind. Because in the end, we really don’t need communication, so long as our ideas are strong enough to speak on their own.”Behind the M A S K . . .Name: Fate
Age: mid-twenties
RP Experience: long time
How did you find us?: RPG-dShow your S K I L L S . . .It was technically the student lounge, which meant that Aisling shouldn’t have been there. She should be in the staff lounge, because, despite her actual age, she was technically a staff. In fact, she felt that she had more in common with the actual staff, her coworkers, than most of the teenagers that lounged around her. Yet here she was, sitting, with an open notebook propped on her legs. A word processor had been pulled onto her computer (one that she’d achieved by determining the various probabilities of a random set of numbers being accurate, thus proving that yes, she could hack a computer if she stared at it long enough). Said processor contained various notes, most of them about the students before her.
Someone was walking by, carrying a bottle of water. Another student was walking near him, tossing a football. Nearby, a student was typing away on an open laptop. Not Aisling, thankfully, but someone else. No, Aisling was instead dealing with the fact that her mind was putting together numbers at an astonishing rate, predicting exactly what would happen if someone stood up at just the wrong moment.
Which they did. Thus setting off the chain of events. At the last minute, Aisling leaned over, sliding over her mouse. It connected with the foot of the bottle holder, making them wobble and fall onto a nearby couch, the water safely spilling on them instead of the computer. Aisling smiled to herself, but as people began looking around, she instantly yanked her computer up, hoping that it would provide necessary shielding.
It hardly mattered, someone was approaching anyway, which meant the dreaded Attempt at Conversation. Aisling was counting herself doomed, and berating herself for being overt.
