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*Name: Monica Swinton, prefers to be simply known as Monica
*Template: Typical feminine woman in her mid 30's, pretty in her own domestic way - but not beautiful, could be chatty
when caught off guard but mostly keeps quiet unless approached first.
*Species: Full orga
*Age: 36
*Gender: female
*Height: 5' 8"
*Weight: impolite to ask a lady her weight ;)
*Physical Description: Mid 30's, Porcelain skin with dark features, shoulder length dark brown air dried hair having the
looked of being overly brushed -perhaps by habit, no makeup on a normal basis, perhaps lip gloss, large eyes - brown enough
to be called black, oddly perfect eyelashes, conservatively dressed on a fit youthful body making her seem older than she
is.
* Background: Born as Monica Alexis Price, she grew up in a sheltered middle class home with her father, a nuclear physicist
and mother, a concert pianist. She too began a passion for music at a young age and started violin studies at age three; almost
a natural with the instrument from the start she presented the kind of nimble-fingered virtuosity which will continue to astound
tutors throughout her childhood. Music was her love, be it listening or playing. However, her love for her violin was over
shadowed by one thing, and one thing only. If she didn't become a concert musician, she told herself at age 7, she wanted
to be a mommy... to have lots of babies and love them all up. Of course, she knew, it would prove not to be possible. Only
one baby per family. But a little girl could dream, though. Needless to say, she was a nurturing child. Everything had feelings:
her violin, the flowers outside, the housekeeper mecha, dolls, stuffed animals... it was a peculiar site to see a tiny dark
haired figure fumble across the room cuddling a teddy bear under one arm and her instrument in the other. As she got older
Monica became an awkward adolescent, her love for classical music and her driving determination to make it her life, her career,
had alienated her from the typical teenage social scene. She never cared though. She was doing what she loved. At 17 she was
accepted into the renowned Julliard School in New York. It was there, a young Henry Swinton had taken notice of her and her
life takes a dramatic turn. The two met at a concert, he attending, she performing. (I will be leaving a blank spot for any
Henry characterization, if we do get one, I do not want to be stepping on any toes). At 20, she marries Swinton in Jersey
where they continue to reside, she having to sacrifice her future in classical music so that he may take the high paying job
offer at the New Jersey branch of Cybertronics. Shortly after, their parenting license goes through and she becomes pregnant
in less than a year with their son Martin. Their lives go about happily, almost perfectly. Henry continues successfully with
his job at Cybertronics, Monica lavishes her son in attention and love. Then, shortly after his tenth birthday, the unthinkable
happens. A call home gives the word that Martin passed out in the midst of a recess ballgame at school. His condition worsens
when admitted into the hospital and tragically; the Swintons are told that he may never regain consciousness. Desperate to
save their child, their only other option was placing him in Cryogenics, holding him in his current stasis, preserving him
until any kind of medical cure can be found to help. In the five years without her beloved son, Monica's spirit grew week.
She just becomes a shell of a woman who had once had it all. Some days she spoke in whispers, whereas on others, she didn't
speak altogether. She could not cry, for Martin was not dead; to her, he was merely sleeping. She did not smile, for he was
her heart's happiness, so, why be happy without him. The days dragged on, Henry had return to work after a brief "mourning"
period; she remained with herself and a home that had once been full of life. Like most parents, she continued to ask herself,
"What had I done, why did I let things go wrong?" What was she to do without any child to look after? She had to
keep her mind busy, and her body busy. So she started to work and developed a routine of getting up in the mornings and immersing
herself in a string of daily chores that would fill her time. Soon enough, she began to do it all without thinking, almost
like a mecha in some ways. Maybe it would have been better, she thought, just to be a mecha. They don't know loss or heartbreak,
mecha didn't know how it was to wait and worry. Despite her childhood whimsies, she knew that mechas had no feelings. That
was until David had found his way into her life. Henry had called from work, sounding excited. She was puzzled. Why all so
sudden? And for that matter, why didn't he tell her who? When the doors of the living room opened, Henry emerged, alone. He
embraced her, "I love you, don't kill me..." he had said over and over. His odd behavior confused her, what had
gotten into him? Before she even pulled up the nerve to ask anything, she saw it... him...The first thing that went though
her was suprisingly, "How cute, who is he?" But the child had seemed very awkward. He looked like any little boy
she'd see playing on the sidewalks of their neighborhood. But then again, he was just little on the perfect side. It was the
eyes that grabbed her, that made her stop and stare. A clear sky blue and innocent, as if they had never seen the world. Noticing
her perplexed expression, Henry took her hand, leading her quietly away. David, he explained, was a prototype of a new mecha
that was to be
put out to market. A child mecha to fill the voids of those childless
couples who want families, but who cannot, be it no license or
infertility... any number of reasons can't conceive on a normal
basis. However, she knew they were not childless. They had a child
already... Ah ha, it struck her... she knew what he was trying to
do. "There is no substitute for your own child!" She let all out it
like a cat in heat. Never, she refused to accept it. However, she
could not remain mad for long. In her mind she called her innocent
childhood plan, "To have lots of babies and love them all up." He WAS
a child... of sorts, a toy child. She began to feel silly and
silently laughed in her head; she most certainly would have not
thrown such a fit if Henry bought home the newest model of Supertoy
Teddies. But David, as he called it, was different; he had feelings.
Feelings, that is, if a code of seven words were recited to him in a
specific order. Though reluctant, Monica let the mecha tag about the
following days in their home. He had surprised her and Henry both not
long after his arrival when had started laughing at a silly dinner
table incident. Monica had laughed too, not so much at what had
happened, but at how nice it was to have childish laughter in the
house and she hadn't truly laughed in five years. The joy of
laughing overwhelmed her, filling her with the spirit she had lost.
The boy had broken down the wall she had built around her heart.
Acting upon that joy she felt, she didn't wait long to imprint
him. Maybe it was a hasted decision, but it was one she never
regretted. She had fallen in love with him. She was a mother again,
teaching his curious young mind about the world around him.
"What's inside the trees, mommy? What makes the wind?" David became a
wonderful little companion so full of life and even more love; every
day his tender childish embraces and kisses would greet her along
with his addictive smile. Her life was perfect again. Until, that is,
Martin's remission. By some grace of luck his illness slowly
started to come out of stasis, going away as quickly as it came. Her son was
returned home. Martin had a hard time adjusting to life with a little
brother. Monica had told them that they were to be playmates, but
David's young mind and innocence didn't quite play up to
Martin's iking, himself being a more active rough and tumble kid. Like all
elder siblings, he took advantage of David's inexperience. A
practical joke between the brothers involving scissors and a sleeping Monica
had gone wrong; Henry started to question David's actions. In her
mind, David would never hurt anyone deliberately. But a poolside
scuffle on Martin's birthday had tipped Henry off. She hadn't
seen it all, but what she saw had told her enough. Martin's hollers for
her help caught her attention. He was griped in front of David and the
two of them went backpedaling into the pool. David didn't know
how to swim; in fact he just sank under the combined weight of them both.
This proved to be the last straw for Henry; the Mecha was to be set
for destruction the next day at Cybertronics. A long, tearful,
yelling match had followed the confrontation, with Monica in
defeat. "I refuse to let you bring him back!" "That's
fine with me, Monica you will return him." But returning David did not
fall out as ordered; it was bringing a lamb to the slaughter. She would refuse to
let anyone hurt him. Instead, she had forced herself to leave him in
a forest clearing, an extremely painful incident. He had wept and
clung onto her, begging in earnest for her mercy. The boy knew he did
wrong and made promises to change himself. Monica had numbed herself
against his pleas. Despite her breaking heart she thought it was the
only way, just as long as he was alive. As she drove away, she knew
that in truth, she was making the biggest mistake in her life. She
had promised no one was to hurt him when she instead had done it
herself. Why she continued to drive on, she never knew. She had
learned to survive, just barely, when Martin was gone. Maybe, just
maybe, she would be able to survive without David.
*Objectives: Now a lost woman, Monica wants to know what became of
her beloved David. However, her unconditional love for her husband
and son is the only thing holding her down.
*Quotes: I have felt the need to provide two.
"...I thought about how love was the thing that always did that -
smash into you, left you raw. The deeper you love, the deeper it
hurt." - from the book "She's Come Undone" by Wally Lamb
"I had a dream my life would be
So different from this hell I'm living.
So different now from what it seemed.
Now life has killed, the dream I dreamed." - song, "I Dreamed a
Dream" from Les Miserables
*Special Quirks, Flaws, Abilities, Etc: Monica is a skilled learner;
she is able to pick up things after only several concentrated
practices. Accomplished violinist, don't know how this may come
into play, but it's good to have just incase. Her domestic abilities may come into benefit when needed. She holds strong
maternal instincts, which she may hold back on Regrettably, her weaknesses far outweigh her abilities. She isn't a violent
woman by far, tries to stay away from all physical confrontation. Out of her safe world, Monica does not know to operate or
act upon the altercations in "the wild". She worries often, but never aloud. Sometimes she can be afraid to speak
up. Very sentimental which may be good or not so good thing.
Personality: has a good nature about dealing with simple inconveniences, but mostly has an expressionless outward appearance,
as if to say, "I am fine" but does not let people in on her inner turmoil. Does a good job of pretending that things
are okay in her world, but she can be broken.
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