Norma Bowe
Mar 10, 2011 13:48:35 GMT -5
Post by Norma Bowe on Mar 10, 2011 13:48:35 GMT -5
[/i][/size][/right]The Basics
Name: Bowe, Norma Louise
Nicknames: Norms, Normie…. Just don’t call her that, she will kill you.
Age: Twenty six
Orientation: She might just be asexual…
Desired Rank/Job: Science Teacher, she loves Physics, but normally she teaches Chemistry.
Powers: Toxikinesis.
Manipulation of Poisons, Spores and Pheromones, she can also generate various types of venoms and poisons with plenty of effects, both good and bad. For example she can give a person a cold or give them an antivirus. While, Norma has the ability to give someone an STI or the Spanish Flu; she can’t really control what she would give someone. Normally, Norma is only able to produce something inane like a stomach ache. Even after years of practice, Norma has problems even generating enough power to maintain an illness for over an hour. Not to mention that as long as her… victim has whatever she gave them, so does Norma. To a lesser extent than the other person, but, it still slows her down.
Play By: Natalie Dormer
The Details
Hair Color:Brown
Eye Color: Light Grey
Any Piercings? Only the normal ones… her ears.
Any Tattoos? No.
Any Scars? One on her back that is rather large, not that anyone will see it.
General Appearance:
Norma Louise Bowe was a beauty queen before she really ever realized what all that meant. Her mother had her in beauty pageants before she could walk and as soon as she started to become aware of what all that meant, she put a stop to that by explaining just how stupid she thought that was in the only way her four year old self knew how to, by cussing at the top of her lungs whenever she got the opportunity to speak. But as years wore on, Norma did realize just how much her looks helped her in life. She got the best chocolate on Valentine ’s Day and she did get to use things before the… less attractive girls did. But while she knew that she was at least… pretty, she was much more interested in units of measurement than boys. Give her a joule over a man any day.
Norma has light brown hair which has always been in the middle between long and medium length, but above all else, Norma has always made sure it was manageable. Her eyes she got from her grandmother, not literally, but genetically the trait was passed on to her, skipping her mother oddly enough. And while she likes her eyes well enough, she much rather prefers he skin. Pale and unblemished, it is nearly perfect. If there wasn’t a scar on her back, she would absolutely love her epidermis. Norma is rather short, something that does annoy her to a certain extent, but nothing that really makes her angry, because what does height do other than allow you to reach high places. She simply consoles herself with the fact that she will never have to duck through doorways.
As for her actual apparel… Norma prefers to wear anything that looks clean. She hates ripped anything and if her clothes begin to look even a little worn, she will donate them. When she says donate, she really does mean that she throws it out. But whatever she wears, she needs two essential items. One is, of course, her handy dandy watch. She NEEDS it. It controls her life, it makes her feel safe and she can hardly function without the consistent ticking noise that all of her watches come with. Also, Norma needs her necklace. Not because of any psychological or physiological needs, simply because she has always worn it, not to mention her father gave it to her. It is a heart necklace, cliché yes, but sentimental as well, and if that is any reason to wear something, then Norma is in the clear. Seldom will anyone ever see her not wearing both, and almost as constant as her watch wearing is her love for high heels. But really the only reason she wears them is so she can be a little taller than her actual height, and she really needs all the help she can get in the height department, thus the shoes.
Personality:
Strict, Emotionless, Prude, Spiteful, Horrid. That is probably what comes to mind when most people think of Norma. Norma would call herself normal. She has emotions, she would just rather hide them and let them fester until she exploded, which has rarely happened but when it does, she is hardly able to be consoled. However, Norma could be considered a little strict; she hates disorganization and can’t stand people who thrive in chaos. She doesn’t like to dally on anything either, preferring to get straight to the point. And while she can be a little… blunt about everything, she can have a good time. Although, Norma’s idea of a good time is reading Vonnegut and making lesson plans.
Norma’s rather emotionally detached personality is probably her most interesting feature. She can’t really handle people, she can sit with them, she can talk to them, but the second they want to get involved, she immediately shuts down. Going from a slightly functioning member of society to a completely logical automaton, something that can unnerve some people. However, Norma has one thing that she can do which she considers normal female behavior, she can flirt. Never will it go anywhere but she can charm people’s socks off, at least she can in her own mind. But in reality, her pickup lines are rather… horrible in nature. They never make any sense and people think that she is a little off kilter when she tries to initiate flirtatious behavior with someone else.
But, at the moment, Norma has noticed that something is missing, something she has never felt the need for before, company. So, instead of trying to make friends, Norma went and bought herself a rat, but even with the company of the animal, she still feels a little empty. She wants someone to talk to and after excessively watching people for her entire life, she has noticed that people with friends seemed… happy. Something she had always considered a little useless. So, she is trying to make some friends, and even if all of her attempts have become a little disastrous, she is still trying.
Your Vices
Likes: herself, chocolate, winter, headbands, her family, the ballet, people watching, cleanliness, television, exercise, flirting (though she never means it), wearing her much needed accessories, animals (at least more than normal people), figure skating, science classes, her youth, learning new languages, antibacterial hand sanitizer, gardening, classical music.
Dislikes: physical contact, meat, loud noise, children, history classes, being too warm, ice cream, cheese, cheaters, people who text during her class, the ocean, getting sunburned, summer vacation, bad odors, people who are slobs, people who chew their gum noisily, sleep overs, show offs, foul language, bullying (unless she is the one doing it.)
Strengths: good memory, intelligent, treats everyone equally (meaning she treats everyone like crap), taking constructive criticism, high pain tolerance (mainly because of her own power, she’s gotten relatively good at powering through anything), large vocabulary, waiting for something, honesty, drawing still life.
Weaknesses: social situations, has no real concept of regular emotional needs, listening to others, being a shoulder to cry on, asking for help, gets sick fairly often, admitting failure, her hand writing, has a routine she MUST follow, making friends.
Fears: germs (at least, when she isn’t generating them), never having real friends, germs… or the ones she doesn’t generate, saran wrap, growing old
Secrets: he family believes her to have Asperger’s syndrome, used to throw out change before she realized that it was money as well, hates her accent and tries to hide the fact she is southern, sometimes wishes she didn’t have her power… she would really love something else… anything else. She can’t help but time nearly everything she does, even if it doesn’t make sense.
Family Ties
Father: Joseph (Joe) James Bowe
Mother: Anna-Louise Winifred Bowe
Siblings:
Brother: Joseph James Bowe Jr.
Sister: Caroline Anna Harper
Any Other Important People:
Stella – her pet rat.
Annaleigh Caroline Harper – niece
History
Anna-Louise and Joseph Bowe met in elementary school Anna-Louise was a bubbly, effervescent young girl with bright eyes and a quick smile. Joe was a slacker child with angry eyes and was more than willing to get involved in a fight, so long as he could brag about it later. And despite their rather large differences, Anna-Louise and Joseph Bowe got married right out of high school, madly in love. Well, Anna-Louise was pregnant at the time, but to everyone they told, it was because they could hardly contain their love and they needed to get married as soon as possible. Anna-Louise stayed at home, while Joseph Bowe immediately went to work in his father’s auto shop, as he didn’t want to go to College, not that either of them could have ever have afforded it. The couple had two children right away, the first being Joseph Bowe Jr. followed shortly after by Caroline, as soon as Anna-Louise went and had those two children, the couple waited for a while, unfortunately, nature never really cares if you are waiting for children, it will just thrust a baby at you with little care for what you are actually feeling about the matter. And thus, Norma Louise Bowe was born. Six pounds, eleven ounces and eleven hours of labor, the future science teacher arrived in the real world. But instead of the customary wail of a newborn, Joseph Bowe swore that she was tutting even from her first day on the earth.
As a child, Norma was fairly… normal. She talked to children her age, and she played some games with other kids, but she still, much preferred to be on her own. However, that didn’t stop her family trying to always incorporate her in ever activity they did together, from road trips to museum tours, she had to be dragged along, and when she added up how much time she had wasted doing things she hadn’t wanted to…well, the number had made her weep and she decided to completely erase it from her memory. Growing up in a rural southern town, Norma hardly had any exposure to the metropolis that was Atlanta, and when she finally met the real, honest modern world, Norma had no idea what to do with it. So she simply threw it away and stayed in her own world, which is full of numbers and cleanliness.
As soon as Norma started to age more, finally getting into her high school years, she noticed that she was different than most of her peers. Ok, she had always known she was different than her peers, but in this case, she was very, very different. It started with simply giving her classmates the sniffles until she met the recruiter that told her exactly what was what. That she wasn’t some freak that wanted to give the whole world chicken pox, rather she was… special. And while she had already known that for most of her life, she didn’t feel the need to argue with that at all. And so, with her families blessing, and possibly some sense of relief, they sent Norma off to Hamel and she thrived.
It wasn’t that her powers blossomed, in fact, she seemed to be unable to be taught, however, she did in fact learn how to regulate when she gave illnesses, rather than simply letting viruses practically seep out of her pores. But, Norma managed to gain something she had lost in rural Georgia, time for herself. She learned just what she liked, and subsequently, what she absolutely despised. Which was about the same time she finally understood what it was like to be a teenager. Racing bikes, flirting with boys and scrapping your knees trying to beat the other team in dodge ball. She hated it. To be honest, after Norma had gotten to know just what real children did, she wanted absolutely no part of it. Choosing instead to stay in the library and read, or do homework. It worked perfectly well for her.
It was during her second year at Hammel when she met the person who inspired her to become a teacher, Ms. Kruger. She was strict, she was orderly and she didn’t allow anyone to do have any sense of individualism in her class. Norma loved her. She commanded her classroom as one would command a battalion of troops and it made the young student feel… well, she felt like an adult. And she wanted to be just like Ms. Kruger when she was older, to teach, to allow no one to waste her time and most of all, to get students to grow up and stop being…well, children when it came to everything. Whilst Hammel taught Norma a lot, Norma stayed in the background, as the prude with the weird obsession with cleaning her desk and snapping at people who talked too loudly in the corridor.
When it was finally time for Norma to leave the dreaded institution that was high school, she had already chosen her college, her major and her life plan for the next twenty one years. After that, well, she would plan the rest of that when she got there. College, just like Hammel was a… new experience for the proper girl, and she decided that just like high school, little of it would ever be considered good. She loved the learning, but other than that, she certainly could have done without the parties and drinking. However, during her third year in college she became an aunt. Not that she considered that an achievement in anyway, it was just a note of import, seeing as now she would have to start buying the infant presents. Norma hoped that the baby would skip childhood all together and go straight into her adolescence. But, she knew it was (unfortunately) genetically impossible.
She was hired straight out of College. Something that she was grateful for, because Norma had wanted to go back to Hammel to teach the childhood out of the miscreants that had roamed the halls in her day. And so she had rented a nice flat, repainted all of the walls, white obviously, and bought matching couches and kitchenware. So with a bottle of hand sanitizer, her pet albino rat and her ever faithful watch and necklace combination, Norma Bowe set off to be a teacher.
Roleplay Example
It was five twenty seven in the morning.
Norma Louise Bowe had slept in.
It wasn’t good. Not good at all.
Because that meant that she only had seven minutes and thirty seconds to shower and approximately fifteen minutes to eat breakfast. And normally it took her around ten and twenty minutes respectively. Which left little to no time to actually get dressed and look presentable for her first day of teaching at the school she had recently been hired to. In fact, it was her first day teaching anyway without the oppressive shadow of a licensed teacher hovering around her. It wasn’t that she had no use for student teaching; it was just that Norma knew more than they ever would about any subject. And that was that.
Getting out of her crisp white linen sheets, Norma paused to stretch for nearly seventeen seconds before making the bed. This took one minute and thirty two seconds or approximately there about. But Norma didn’t really care for that at the moment. She was far too nervous. She wasn’t afraid that she would mess up anything, she had memorized her first months lesson plans already, there was no scenario she could think of in which she would encounter any difficulty. She was nearly in a daze whilst she showered, only bothering to time how long it took her to shampoo her hair. Fifty eight seconds by the way.
She dressed swiftly, making sure she was nearly perfect in appearance. While that was impossible, Norma still tried her best, and she came close, at least she did in her opinion. Doing her make up impeccably and then sat down in her stark kitchen to eat a banana and drink water. Her normal breakfast. Norma looked around the kitchen, eying the white wall with a close eye, making sure that nothing was out of place, finding nothing she turned to her thoughts, she had seventeen minutes to kill.
Norma had never liked children. And that was precisely why she wanted to teach, to get them to be adults as soon as possible and preferably to skip this whole adolescence idea that so many people were fond of. Let them be children as long as possible? Rubbish. If it had been up to her, she would have skipped childhood all together and gone straight to university. Which was something that she wanted to instill in her future pupils, and she was sure that they would be more than grateful for her unique teaching methodology. Norma knew she would have preferred it to her touchy feely teachers she had had to put up with throughout her life.
Fourteen minutes and a partially eaten banana later, Norma left her small flat, but not before giving herself a healthy dose of antibacterial hand sanitizer and making sure that she had sanitary wipes available for her in her purse. Looking at herself in the mirror one last time. Norma practiced the greeting she had spent weeks agonizing over, making sure that it would be absolutely perfect.
“Hello class. I am Ms. Bowe. You will be silent, and turn to page five, which, for those of you who don’t know, is the page between four and six. You will learn a lot in this class. Some of you will learn that you are not the only person in the universe. And some of you may learn how to tie your own shoes. Either way, you will expand your narrow minds, or you will fail. I expect failure. Don’t try and raise my expectations.”
What About You?
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Age: Seventeen years old
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