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Reason for flight: Why were they travelling on the plane when it was brought down?
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Player:

Name: Lissa
Age: 25
Contact: zedormouse [at] gmail [dot] com

Character:

Name: Deirdre Namara
Age: 28
Birthday: May 6th, 1983
Country of origin: Australia

Reason for flight: Visa expired.

Personality: Feeling obligation to family, significant others and a home makes Deirdre anxious, so it’s lucky she really doesn’t have any of those. Extremely outgoing, though not necessarily extroverted, Deirdre knows a lot of folks but keeps them at a distance. Few people have ever gotten to know the “real” her, something Deirdre isn’t sure even exists. But the idea that the "real her" is only something that can happen in air-quotes doesn’t bother her so much, she just accepts that maybe she’s an empty human being and keeps doing whatever feels right, fuck the consequences.

She is very loud and talkative and can hold a secret about as well as a colander holds water. Brash and charismatic and destructive as hell, it’s hard for most people to overlook her entirely and harder still to hold her in a high opinion. She has little to no shame and will do just about anything anyone asks of her, so long as she feels like it. Whatever challenge someone lobs at her, she'll fulfill. So long as she can't tell you're trying to fuck her over, her bravery and shamelessness knows no bounds. She approaches her personal relationships just as recklessly. Since she was a child, Deirdre has been one of those people who likes to destroy whatever she can get her hands on in the hopes of figuring out what made it destructible in the first place.

Deirdre attaches herself to odd people and there is no pattern to her affections. She’s equally capricious when it comes to hate and can love someone one evening and loathe them the next morning for no apparent reason. It makes her a hard person to put up with in close quarters.

She thoroughly believes that people should be able to make their own mistakes. If you want to do something stupid for the hell of it, you'll always have her support. No one should have a say in anyone else's life, so people who offer advice unasked or try to control their friends make her see red. It's their fucking life, let them fuck it up any way they want.

Deep down, Deirdre is afraid. Of what, she doesn't even know. Her colorful personality and seemingly limitless supply of energy are just ways to distract herself from that fear. She isn't lonely, isn't afraid of dying, but most nights she stares up at the ceiling, too anxious to sleep. The anxiety soon turns to frustration (what the fuck is she so terrified of?) and frustration turns to her getting out of bed, brewing a pot of coffee and watching some shit series that's on at 4AM.

Appearance: Splitting the difference between gorgeous and funny-looking, Deirdre has had her share of beaus. Guys always go for her at first, then take the time to tell her how homely she is after they've broken up. Blonde hair and a cute mouth won't keep a man, apparently.

Her smile is always pursed and a bit smug, but what the fuck does she care? She's adorable, she's blonde, that's all that matters. Deirdre is doe-eyed, which contrasts with the clever twist of her lips. She's slight of build, but an average height (5'6"), with long, elegant limbs that add weight to the deer comparison.

Fashion conscious but poor, most of what she wears is easily identified as a knock-off. All her leather jackets are vinyl, the signatures on her purses face the wrong way or are the wrong letters entirely, her 'tailored' jeans are bought at superstores and taken in by Deirdre. It's important to her that she appears like she has money. Even if no one believes it, she clings to the illusion.

PB: Natalie Dormer

History: Deidre doesn't like to talk about her past. There's nothing tragic about it, she just doesn't want to waste her time thinking about the people who never thought of her. Her father left when she was just a baby. Her mother did her best to support her and her elder sister, but eventually she broke and ran, leaving Deirdre and Selbie with their grandmother. She was a sweet woman, the kind of mother two little girls deserved. It came as quite a disappointment, then, when Deirdre's mother returned to collect her children. From 13 to 16, she lived with her mother, an alcoholic angry at the world who banked on her children for redemption.

She and Selbie were miserable in their mother's house. Selbie was old enough to live on her own, but didn't want to leave Deirdre alone. It was quite a betrayal when Deirdre was the one to run. She dropped out of school and moved in with an older ex-boyfriend. He found her a fake I.D., along with a job as a receptionist in a private medical practice. Deirdre worked there a while.

After her mother contacted her, asking for money, one too many times, she applied for an American work visa. There was a guy she'd been chatting with online who offered her a place to stay and she moved in with him. That went on (casually) for about a year. When the US government decided it was time for her to leave, Deirdre couldn't have agreed more whole-heartedly.

America was alright, but ultimately not for Deirdre. Everyone was so uptight, so particular. Sometimes the lattes she made weren't going to be just the right temperature. It was still caffeinated, wasn't it? It still tasted good. What was the problem? And she couldn't shout back at the fuckers who demanded her head over soy milk. She never found her place in L.A. and that man she'd moved in with turned out to be a real prick. Maybe a year was long enough for her mother to give up or forget about her. Hell, if she was lucky maybe her mother thought she was dead. For better or worse, she was headed home.

Special skills: Decent shot. If the Professor makes a bow out of coconuts, she might be useful.
Strengths: Very much a 'big picture' thinker, isn't afraid to toss down orders (or criticism) when needed, not at all fussy, adapts to new situations easily, extremely practical.
Weaknesses: She's brash, loud, invasive and downright hurtful at times. She enjoys making fun of people, but will pass it off as harmless teasing. She can be incredibly critical, shallow and petty. She's not book-smart at all. Lastly, she's not very fit physically. Any amount of physical exertion can put her on the brink of fainting.

Misc: Without any judgment placed, Deirdre does use sex as a weapon/bargaining tool. If she thinks having sex with you will benefit her, why would she play the cold fish? She enjoys sex and if it means that she's endeared a useful man or woman to her, well, that's just peachy.

Inventory: White v-neck t-shirt, black jeans, black patent leather boots, purple vinyl wallet (containing I.D., credit cards, some American money, miscellaneous bonus cards for L.A. and Syndney-based businesses), silver hoop earrings, undergarments.

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