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Megan Haner; Female, 23, Kirk's Dik Dik
Topic Started: Aug 15 2011, 11:20 PM (204 Views)
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MEGAN HANER
THE BASICS

FULL NAME: Megan Constance Haner

NICKNAME: Megan

AGE: 23

BIRTHDAY: May 13

GENDER: Female

PROFESSION: Personal Assistant (aka glorified babysitter) to Judas Vant


PLAYBY: Briana Evigan
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THE ANIMAL
WE'RE ALL A BUNCH OF ANIMALS

SPECIES: Kirk’s Dik Dik

OVERALL APPEARANCE: Small antelope standing 12 inches at the shoulder, her coat is a fawnish grey color. She has white markings on her belly, throat, and around her eyes. An elongated, trunk like snout and very large eyes complete the tiny creature.
DISTINGUISHING TRAITS: None.
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APPEARANCE
PAINT US A PICTURE


HAIR: Brown, thick, and not particularly soft.

EYES: Copper

BUILD: Short and ample without superfluity.

DISTINGUISHING FEATURES: Bright naïve eyes, short stature, husky voice, and her long eyelashes.

OVERALL APPEARANCE: Megan Haner can, at best, be described as a very pretty girl that is very plain and not at all noticeable in a crowd. She’s not extremely flashy, and while she doesn’t look ordinary, she’s by no means extra-ordinary either. She has smiling eyes and a very warm smile that has a habit of making an appearance on her face only on seldom occasions. Her eyelashes are dark, thick, and abnormally long, to the extent that her parents were betting on her totem before she changed for the first time, swearing she’d be a camel or a giraffe. She’s not an impressive height in the least, only barely reaching 5’2. She has long legs despite being so short, and by no means sports short appendages or a dumpy frame. She’s curvaceous, dramatically so, and is by no means built like a svelte teenage girl, but a voluptuous renaissance woman with extra meat on her bones without appearing overweight. Her skin, spotted with freckles, is pale- or at least started out that way before her job put her out in the sun and in the public’s eye to the point her formerly paper-white skin drew harsh criticism. She wears a lightly toasted tan, made from the sun and not artificial lights and beds. Her hair is brown and plain without any flashy colors or accents to its shade.


TYPICAL DRESS: Her dress would be safest to describe as professional and plain to the point of stale boredom. She dresses in slacks- almost the same type and pair every day, which while looking professional fit extremely well and feel comfortable. Her tops can and do range from the flashy to the pain-stained t-shirts of uttermost casual styles and most, if not every, appearing sleeveless. She dresses in the most ignorable of colors preferring grays, whites, and khaki. She also has no sense of style, nor can she be classified by any form of mold or type based on her dismal fashion sense. She carves her own path, wearing what she wants and rarely caring about the consequences of her fashion faux pas. Though no daring trend-setter is she, it is only by happenstance that her taste in obscure and plain clothes and style fades to her own shock and amazement, into popular trend.

PERSONALITY
WHO ARE YOU?


She is the biggest nerd of all time. Megan wears knee high wooly socks under her slacks, and never unties her shoes. She keeps the bows and knots intact in every form of shoe, and hates having to retie them. Her interest, science, tends to dominate most of her conversations like most socially retarded humans. She talks like a science book reads, dry and filled with information no one but the mad tend to retain or be interested in. The few she has found that do find her babble interesting and informative she’s chased off with an unending stream of volcanic dislike (read hatred) that was returned to her without even the bat of an eyelash- that stupid high school nemesis and stuffily european Wilder Yates. Regardless of having about as much tact in communal activities as a feral child, Megan enjoys being in a crowd. She thrives on the energy of a community and while reclusive in nature and outwardly awkward and harsh, she enjoys a long stint in public. As long as nothing is demanded of her and as long as she doesn’t have to speak to anyone. Like her prey Geis she’s unremittingly focused, aware of exactly where she will land before leaping and exactly what is going on around her. She doesn’t like the idea of falling and greatly fears failure, and because of this she takes every preventative measure she can to avoid it. When falling she’s as graceless as trash blowing through a forest. In fact, most of the time she is graceless- moving like the socially inept basement dweller she tends to act like; creeping along and hovering just at the edge of someone’s eye line, hoping simultaneously to be left alone and noticed.

People are often surprised at how talkative she can be once they get to know her, because she is so quiet and tastelessly bland at first. Predictably, she hides her feelings from people whom she does not know well, because she doesn’t know if she can trust them. She’s most comfortable with and of herself, and though she doesn’t fear people, she simply dislikes face to face interactions. She is, as diagnosed by one Dominic Thrush, Ph.D; a sensitive, shy, infertile woman with a strong desire to be loved and liked, but who doesn’t think people actually like her very much, which hurts to think about. There’s a word for it, and I believe it’s called insecure.

And oh, the rage. She has a temper, yes, and will not disperse it mercifully. When one is the subject of the aforementioned volcanic hatred, one can assume there is no way out. For example; when a volcano erupts there are numerous things to watch out for the first of which being the bone melting lava that spews and flows faster than an Olympic sprinter can…sprint. Next is the ash that clogs the air like mud and hair-matter in a drain; try to fly out of there and you don’t need a plane expert to tell you that the ash will bring that bird down. Toxic gas silently leaking from every crack and hole in the mountain is the damn near fatal reminder that if you’ve escaped the first two things, you’ll not long live to talk about it. And, in the instance that you do survive the hell of the initial eruption and week-long after effects, you’ll be left in a wasteland where if dehydration from no clean water doesn’t kill you, starvation surely will. Her anger is not the explosion of the volcano but the dangerous things coming after; a white-hot tantrum, a congesting static, a pestilential and toxic expostulation, and an inconsolable cold-shoulder. But a light-note, as with every eruption there comes regrowth, so too does her anger walk hand in hand with melancholy. One only has to strike that melancholic note to side-step the full blast of Haner’s anger.

Inescapable, though, is her amaranthine and depressingly bottomless jealousy. Her sweet, possessive, awkward, timid, desperate jealousy. Megan, adopted into a family when she was old enough to realize she was ‘unwanted’ by her ‘real family’ -or so her young mind analyzed, the poor thing- observed the love and closeness of her new family. She never felt as close as she observed among her family members, and when she finally got a pet to act as her companion she guarded him as fierce as any maternally driven beast. From those two fundamental events came the two elephants in the room; her possessiveness- to the point of smothering, and her jealousy. She does not deal with this fault. At all.

Megan is most comfortable with a close friend or two and an animal. And always near a tree. From skinny pre-pubescence to ripe young-adult, she has shared a love for all kinds of nature but a true love for trees. She’s contended with trees to the point it should be considered mentally unsound, though is by no means against using paper. She keeps a journal (as per request by her very involved Ph.D). Peace, she finds it when in the presence of trees, stuck in their capable boughs, or laying at the base of their trunks- they rejuvenate her in ways no other creature or being does in her life.

And just as trees give her peace, so her work does sap it away. Working for a celebrity has driven her from the girl who played with toy ponies for fun, to a woman who plays with toy ponies for comfort. She’s not mentally sound for which her stress is largely responsible, stress brought on by a massive creature smelling of sweat and booze and leather. She’s never liked children, in fact Megan detests children with a desperation akin to that of a trapped animal, yet she looks after a nearly-thirty year old baby on a daily basis, putting in more than forty hours a week all throughout the year. Her obsession with keeping Judas Vant successful, clean, and attempting to keep him from accruing any more debt has pushed her into the realms of workaholic, to the point she no longer can distinguish her life from work- to the point her hobbies have become work. In fact, Megan Haner’s obsession with work has led her to the point she vibrates out of anxiety and snaps without any provocation with a sardonic static she is all too ready to slink away from the second it happens. She yells herself hoarse while wearing shirts with smiles on them that say things like “have a bright day” and “Insula Happy Camper (month and date)”. She screams at the band, at the PR manager, at the fans, at security, at roadies –oh the stupid roadies- and…my god and, Judas Vant. She is a capable worker above all things, though, and takes on more projects than she should be or was hired to do (though babysitting a drug addicted playboy-wanna-be was never in the description), and she completes projects on time or ahead of schedule, and damned whoever says she doesn’t do it well. She’s damn good at what she does, and her success is what keeps her going. She’s single-handedly kept Judas Vant from killing himself unintentionally with all sorts of criminal things, and has held the band’s hand all the way up to the red carpet. The machine, as the band so articulately describes fame, is ready and prepared to grind them up and spit them out; and all they have to do is wait in line. And all Megan has to do is make sure Judas knows where the line is, stays in it, and doesn’t unzip his pants and urinate on every celebrity, fan, and policeman standing in line too.



  • STRENGTHS: She’s intelligent, her perseverance, jumping and landing on her goals, she’s focused, tree culturing and raising.
  • WEAKNESSES: She’s possessive to the point she can smother people and kill relationships. She tends to try and help too much and takes offense when the person wont take her advice.

  • LIKES: Science, trees, biology, hiking, finishing tasks, completing projects, working on elaborate projects, being artistic, trees, plants, eco-awareness, books on animals, shows on animals, animals, being read to, scarves, observing people, boating, keeping a journal, building things with wood and nails, nature, hammocks, science, hats, bandanas, dancing alone, road trips, satirical novels, controversial subjects, meteorology, cuddles, picnics, policemen, uniforms.
  • DISLIKES: Drugs, whales, dead bodies, being ignored, being alone, fashion stigmas, fashion, misogynists, fakes, hullabaloo, ticks, flies, most insects, math, prescription medication, sloths, milk, nuts, semi-trucks, normal relationships, hypocrites, broken promises, marriage, deforestation, strange food, hooligans.
HISTORY
HOW DID YOU GET HERE?


Joseph Ezra, a traffic officer with a horse totem, started dating a woman named Dolores Zachar. Dolores had a rabbit for a totem, which should have foretold disaster in the very beginning. The two met innocently enough, and she seemed like a very good woman, offering to help Joseph care for an ex’s child when she died and paperwork gave Joseph custody of Anson Jennings.

Dolores, Joseph and Anson lived happily together for quite a while, before Dolores got pregnant, and the couple had a large, healthy young baby named Gore. Up to this point, things in the Ezra household were easy to understand, but then they quickly got confusing. Dolores left in a flurry one night following a fight with Joseph about their waning relationship, and his lack of passion for her. She took Gore with her, leaving Anson and Joseph on their own. Both boys, both Anson and Gore were still very, very young – Gore was just barely a year old and Anson only two.

Dolores and Gore were gone for a few years, and in those years Joseph just happened across another child, a young girl whom had been found at a crime scene and was being turned over to child services. Joseph, the bleeding heart that he was, felt a compassion and a pity for the girl whom had just lost her parents, and that led him to adopt her before she could be placed into the custody of someone else, and after she had been mentally evaluated.

At a loss as for what to tell Anson, Joseph was on his way home with the two year old Kit, when he got a phone call from the police station alerting him that Dolores had been taken into custody for drunken and disorderly conduct, and Joseph would need to pick up Gore.

Joseph of course turned around and went to pick Gore up from the police station.

When he arrived home with two new children, Joseph did the only thing that the confused, slightly overwhelmed single parent could think to do and he lied to all three of them; though only one of them, Anson, would really retain it. Upon being asked where they came from, and why Joseph had gone to get two new children Anson looked distraught, and Joseph could only think to say “They’re mine.”

In the years that would follow, Joseph would continue with the lie, despite how wild, how ridiculous it seemed. He told all three children they were his, only because Anson’s memory held so well to that idea and he couldn’t stand the idea of being accused of lying to his children, by his children so he continued the lie. He told them all they were his children, by means of separate mothers though in reality, Gore was his only real, true blood related child seeing as his ex wife had been just as promiscuous as he did not know Dolores was.

The three children grew up close, despite Joseph’s constant worry over the truth somehow wriggling its way out, until eventually the story he told to his children, and everyone around him was so familiar that he started to forget that it was actually all a great, big, stupid lie.

When Anson was eight, Gore seven and Kit six Joseph brought home yet again, another child.

Joseph, working a double one evening, was called to the scene of a domestic dispute gone completely insane. A woman he had once been in a relationship with was brandishing a steak knife at her husband, who was threatening her with a shovel.

In the middle of all of this drunken, disorderly insanity there was a crying young girl, swaddled in pink and clinging for dear life to a very unsympathetic, smiling plastic pony.

Upon breaking up the fight – which he had to do forcefully, and got whapped with the shovel, Joseph took both parents into custody for assault with a dangerous object, and was left to try and comfort the little girl and her pony while non-existent relatives were contacted. Sitting with the little girl, whose name he learned was Megan, and her pony named Nibbles he learned from another officer that this was not the first time Megan, Nibbles, and her ridiculous parents had been in the station on account of domestic issues.

Further investigation into the incident, and the household ended with Megan being seized by social workers, and Joseph once again was weakened by his extremely large heart, and he ended up taking custody of Megan and while removing the young girl from the house, her mother, one of his many, many insane exes just so happened to scream for everyone to hear what should have been privileged, private information – telling him that Megan was really his child.

Of course Joseph immediately doubted this, because the woman was unhinged, but Megan heard this, and attached herself to him with a joyful scream about finally finding her ‘Daddy’. Obviously, poor, soft hearted Joseph couldn’t tell this little girl that he was taking home to live with him that he was not her Daddy, when apparently this lunatic of a woman had been telling her all her life the man raising her was not her father and then subsequently screaming on the day her daughter was being taken from her, that the man who was intending to adopt her was her father. He took her home, and told his other three confused, slightly hesitant children – who all assumed that he had gone to get a new child in place of one of them – that Megan was also, one of his children.

Interestingly enough, at a much later date Joseph had the paternity tested for Megan and it was confirmed that she was not his child, though he would never admit this to any of them. Also on the medical report was that Megan had undergone a surgery when she was very young that answered the mystery to the silvery scar on her abdomen. Her ovaries and part of her uterus had been removed leaving her infertile. Perturbed by the case and the lies surrounding Megan's rocky hovel of a home before him- he's effectively severed all ties with her former family. To them, Megan Haner no longer exists.

Obviously, confusion in the Ezra house was a very, very typical thing.

Joseph did not force any of the other children to change their names, he gave them all the option of doing so once they got older, as he figured he did not have the right to make that decision and all three of them denied that chance; seeing as they were comfortable, and used to have their names as they were.

Obviously, none of the children know they have been adopted, and despite their rocky starts none of them were negatively affected in the long run. Joseph has, however, suffered quite a bit of anxiety over the whole ordeal. The children all grew up close, particularly Gore and Kit. Kit idolized Gore, even while Gore picked on her and terrorized the living daylights out of her. They teamed up, and wreaked havoc on the neighborhood and on their siblings while Joseph worked wild, long shifts to feed all four children on a humble city police officer’s meager pay.

They all attended the same private boarding school, and very little of notable merit occurred to any of them during these formative years. Anson was the high schools pride quarterback and man-slut, Gore played a very mean, violent offense linebacker and became the outdoor education teacher’s best friend. Kit became obsessed to the point of being an authentic stalker with a handsome, charming political titan in New York that she would never meet, and Megan became the veritable science freak – the science freak to out freak all other science freaks. She was also targeted by a large number of bullies, one in particular who claimed he loved her.

Megan spent a great deal of time and energy creating displays for the science fairs her Biology teacher (which she swore at the time was her soul mate) informed her of. Her feverish efforts were usually met with gold, silver, or bronze level recognition from judges who all claimed her above average intelligence in the field of science (predominantly biology) would one lay lead her on a path to do great things. They expected much out of her. Like a boy who went to her school, held a similar love for science, and entered every science fair she did. He won first place above her one year and gloated about it in his snotty European accent and she threw a water bottle at his face. It exploded, dousing him with what might have been saline solution, and both of them were rivals and enemies ever since- that infuriating Wilder Yates.

Despite her seething hatred for the boy that at times resembled a pirate, she was a happy girl. The four grew, happily, with the typical bumps and dramas in their lives and a loving father, in a wonderful environment. They spent long, lazy summers at a lake house several hours outside of Saxis, a beautiful heirloom in the family. These days, out in nature and sun tanning with her sire on the piazza, are among her fondest and most golden of memories.

Anson graduated from high school first, naturally and there was a large celebration. Kit had her first, very short-lived romance that summer with an older boy that lived down around the lake for that season. She never saw him again following this brief, hesitant and incomplete romance as he moved off to Los Angeles to chase down the dream of fame and fortune. Anson spirited off to attend college that school year, breaking up the happy band of four and for a while, things were a little strange but the trio left at the school settled back down, only just before Gore graduated the next year. Kit and Megan graduated together, and like the boys immediately set to school.

Megan’s dream of some scientific discovery that would change the face of the world (be it North America, the globe, or a world in another galaxy altogether) fueled her…ambitious start to her college career. She studied and toiled over the books and the papers in the classes that she said daily she both loved and hated, and still participating in those blessedly familiar science fairs with that foul smelling imbecile Wilder Yates…she grew. Her major changed maybe twice, she cant really recall much of those sunny years of education on that sprawling campus with gaily cut bushes and beautiful trees on flat cut lawns. Nearing the end of her second year in college she was faced with a monstrously rotting and festering old wound by the name of Judas Vant; chief bully and hideous great ape from that boarding school of ages ago. He dressed the same, walked the same, talked the same, drank…less, and smoked more. And for once he didn’t try to flip up her skirt. Instead he slobbered all over her homework and tried to pass his miserable classes by copying her homework and eventually turning it in to the wrong class altogether. To say she was surprised he flunked out of his classes and was all but kicked out of college would have been a generous lie.

But the whirlwind appearing of hurricane Judas lead her to a path that ultimately pried her from college and into the music industry she glorified with stars in her innocent, sparkling eyes. Her first, and only, real relationship with a man outside of secret kisses to stolen pictures of various movie heroes or handsome men in her real world, came in the form of a fairly stupid man named Donovan Monroe. He introduced the equally stupid (in the ways of human relations…and really overall with the exception of booksmarts) girl to relationships where nudity- in all of its comedic and…wet…bluntness titillated her. Entranced her. Ensnared her. She became possessed and obsessed with the emotions that raw, dry pages could never convey and settled in, deep, with the relationship Donovan never intended to be a full time thing. Megan, at this point in her life, was in a state of pink clouds and bubble hearts, blissfully unaware of her slipping grades and work projects at a cannot-say-names company producing cannot-say-what items. Six months into the project at the company, and about a year into the relationship things came crashing down around her. And it all happened a month before hurricane Judas swept back into her life.

The –classified- company was creating…a should-be-classified chemical agent that was destined to do…well something that’s classified. Not even Megan Haner knew exactly what the chemical was destined for, and she was working on the project. The agent was developed, tested, tweaked, tested again, perfected…and then finally tested “in the wild” as the lab put it. Massive destruction followed. Trees, shrubs, grass, seeds, insects, animals, even the soil was obliterated on a radius that only the destructive power of fire could contain and abolish. Some trees simply rotted to the ground, others fell, taking out whole swatches of forest that had been softened. Grass died overnight, and brush blew away from their roots and spread the chemical to an unfathomable acreage. Megan didn’t sleep for weeks. She insisted she be allowed to help in some way, to reverse the effects, then her horror turned to rage which she dispelled on everyone in the company that would happen across her. Wildly flailing, security was forced to dump her and her locker full of belongings into the dirt outside the compound where a vehicle was waiting for her. Donovan didn’t even know of her ‘intestine-knotting horrible week’ in the lab as he left weeks prior without her noticing- and she eventually dropped out of school. Hurricane Judas, having begged her to manage the band, asked off handedly when they next crossed paths- to which she promptly said yes.

Hell followed after what the band called a ‘sympathetic period for the science geek.’



  • FAMILY: Joseph Ezra, Kit Ezra, Gore Zachar, Anson Jennings
  • FRIENDS: Kit Ezra, Judas Vant (kind of), Seare Ericson, Dante Reynolds
  • LOVE INTERESTS: Jack Fielding
  • PETS: Dimitrov, a feathered Halloween crow decoration.
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Pretty girl! Dik diks are sooo cute!
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