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Post by Pandora Ampère on Apr 3, 2010 19:15:30 GMT -8
 your name | VOLDEMORT. Or you know, Lucie. Whatever works for ya :)
your age | sixteen, finally.
contact information | probably just e-mail, which you can find on my profile.
characters | Ria, Ophelia (one I get around to finishing her) and now Pandora (hopefully)
  full name | Pandora Nicolette Ampère
nicknames & titles | Pandora' eccentric parents named her after a greek myth. She doesn't like this, and instead likes to be referred to as Pan. If you have been shot in the leg or have dislocated your shoulder she is Doctor Ampère, one of the youngest trauma surgeons in the world.
age | As Pan was born on the second of February 1989, she is the young age of twenty - one.
sexuality | Pan has had exactly two relationships with men, and a further two with women, so it is safe to say that she is bisexual.
species | Human, of the french variety. Technically she is Romanian (although she doesn't look it), but she was born in Italy and grew up in Marseille.
occupation | During her short years at school, Pan used to sell her hand developed photographs for money. But as she she spent very little time in school, she became a trauma surgeon. She is now a medic and medical examiner at Torchwood Four, doing what she can to learn more about aliens that come through Cardiff's rift.
family information | Vadoma ;; Biological Mother ;; Unknown Age ;; Unknown state of living ;; Pan's biological mother was a Gypsy woman named Vadoma. She was Romanian and lived in Naples, Italy. She taught her sons and daughters how to pickpocket from unsuspecting tourists, localising Naples train stations where t was so busy, you wouldn't even realise you'd lost money and valuables until you got back to your hotel room. Vadoma also had a sneaky strategy to rob tourists, where she would throw a baby at her victims, and when they reached to catch the child, she would steal anything the tourist had on them and run away, not caring about the fate of the child. This child was a baby Pandora. Pandora really couldn't care less whether or not Vadoma is still living, se has no feelings whatsoever to the woman who gave birth to her.
Sophie Ampère ;; Adopted Mother ;; Forty-eight ;; Alive ;; Sophie has always been a busy woman, juggling being a mother with the fast paced and competitive career of cooking. Nevertheless, Sophie has always adored her daughter and wouldn't give her up for anything. Her and her husband Isaac Ampère were unable to conceive a child of their own, so they instead filled their time with their careers. However, when they were on holiday in Naples, they were given little Pandora and fought impossibly hard to adopt her. Pandora loves her Mother terribly, and it is hard for her to be away from her.
Isaac Ampère ;; Adopted Father ;; Fifty-one ;; Alive ;; Like his wife, Isaac is a very career oriented man, but since adopting Pan, is more family based. He is a professor of Institute of French studies for foreign students at Paul Cézanne University, and has been for over twenty years. He has made it his duty to see that his daughter was provided wit the very best education, and he succeeded in this. Isaac spoils Pan rotten, considering that she is his only daughter and as a result of this, Pandora grew up in a very sheltered home. Despite this, Pan loves her father and never fails to send him a letter every day, even if he won't get it until the next week.
residence | Pan's current residence is a large studio loft overlooking the bay. To her it is paradise, the perfect place to call home, with high ceilings, heavy wooden beams and large brick walls. It is one of those places in which you can expect to be almost unbearably cold in the winter, but that is a part of its charm to Pandora. She likes rugging up under countless blankets and heavy woollen clothing.
Her personality shows a lot in her lovely (not so) little loft, and the main thing you would notice if you walked into her home is that Pan likes to read. A lot. On the north wall (The larges and most exposed wall) is a bookcase so incredibly massive that there is actually no visible wall there anymore. And we're talking about a wall that spans over two stories. You actually need one of those ladders on wheels to reach most of the books. Despite its size, it is actually meticulously organised in a system that only makes sense to Pan.
There is no balcony outside of Pan's loft, but there is a quite a large and private rooftop terrace. The number of plants and flowers that call it home are bizarre. In fact, the only place you can step without being lost in flora is a winding pebble path that leads to a square of impeccably kept grass. Visitors to Pan's home do not find it out of the ordinary to take part in rooftop picnics on a sunny day.
physical description | In human culture, appearances are important. People give critical judgments based solely on what someone looks like. It's a cruel world, but that's Earth. Thankfully for Pan, she was blessed with looks that by Earth's standards are quite acceptable indeed.
At one hundred and seventy-eight centimeters tall, Pan is of average height, but if anything she's slightly taller than most and quite thin, weighing in at a slight sixty kilograms. She may not be all that tall, but her long, thin limbs and small chest make her appear taller. Unless you know, she's standing beside someone of greater height. This doesn't give us a very good description of Pan however, so we must delve a little deeper.
Pan's hair can't be classified into a single colour group, as it has the tendency to change. Well, not exactly change on its own accord but instead by hair dye. She was born with wonderful dirty blond hair that shone in the sun and had a million different shades of the some colour in its soft curls, but since then Pan has died it brown, black, one time it was pink but that was a terrible mistake, but she has always gone back to blond. It suits her more than the other colours ever could. She wears this hair mostly out, but the length of it – almost down to her lower back – gets quite annoying on occasion and that’s when she will wear it in a long plait or a loose bun.
Teaming perfectly with her curly hair is a pair of standard green eyes. As a child, her father would make up stories of ‘La fille avec la mer dans ses yeux’, the girl with the sea in her eyes. This was because of her brilliant green eyes that sparked like the ocean. When she laughs, her eyes shimmer and shine. “Summer at the beach.” Her father would say to her. When she is sad and crying, her eyes become dull and grey. “Stormy weather. Cheer up my Pandora, so the ships can sail again.” Her father would remark to her, wiping her salty eyes. But because of him and Pan’s mother, the moments when the ships were unable to sail were very rare; Pan was a happy child, and still is now.
Pandora’s ocean eyes are matched by a pair of soft pink lips either pulled into a smile or a smirk most of the time, coated with a thin layer of lipgloss. It's not that she likes the way they look when they're shiny, it's just that she gets cracked lips more often than not.
If you were to look at Pan, you would think that she belongs in a different era from the clothes she wears. She is not beyond wearing fifties style dresses or heavy jackets that look like they've been through a war or two (a style tip she may or may not have picked up by Captain Jack). If it's not vintage it's made by her two very hands, so most of what she wears is one of a kind.
Shoes are a guilty pleasure of Pan's, as she has an entire wall of her extensive wardrobe dedicated to them. Of course, this is not a wall of shoes that one typically sees in a women's home, this is a wall of shoes that is quite bizarre indeed. What was not mentioned before is that a particular shoe brand is one of Pan's favourites and this brand is Doc Martens. Boots to be precise. You name a print, she's got the boots. Shiny purple? Not a problem. Green floral? No worries. But when she is not wearing Doc Marten boots with an outfit, she is wearing heels. Vintage heels like oxford heels are another one of her pleasures.
Pan loves the winter the most, as it is an excuse to wear scarves and cardigans and dresses with floral print stockings. Mittens and a beret is worn with a crimson red army jacket and a white dress made from heavy fabric and lace and of course, a large brown belt for winter. It is safe to say that Pan is definitely and shamelessly fashion conscious.
played by | Léa Seydoux
personality |
- Introverted
Not including acquaintances and people from work, Pan can count the number of relationships she's had on two hands. And that includes her parents. This is partially due to the fact that just the thought of socializing with strangers scares the crap out of her. She would much prefer a quiet night at home in her pajamas playing video games and sharing a bottle of wine with a good friend. It doesn’t matter to her that her friends on Facebook gravitate between thirty-two and thirty-three or that the only time anyone calls her on her phone is for work or her parents. Pan loves exploring the innermost workings of her mind, and in those night hours when her brain refuses to switch off she loves to just think. Not think about a particular thing, but to just stare up at the ceiling and thing about everything. Her mind wanders on a regular basis but it rebels when not stimulated so in turn, she can get bored quite easily. Just as well she picked a career that is impossible to predict.
- career oriented
When you finish high school at fourteen and start your medical residency two years after that, you could assume that you would be highly motivated career wise. Or have extremely pushy parents. For Pan it is thankfully the first, as her parents are quite career oriented as well, they aren’t pushy. Of course they were thrilled and astounded when their daughter started to take an interest in cutting people open –in a purely medical standpoint, mind you- and of course they supported her but they certainly didn’t push her into anything; it was of Pan’s own doing. Pan simply loves doing what she does and the money and being a world-renowned doctor are simply bonuses. In being so passionate about her career she is also extremely mature for her age as well as persistent and the fact that she has a certain perfectionistic streak doesn’t hurt either. As she started work earlier than most, she wishes to retire early as well. Even though she is as young as she is, Pan knows that she can’t run after and patch up aliens for the rest of her life.
- fashion concious
Appearances are very important to Pan. It is the way that we appear to others that form opinions of us. Humans judge very harshly based on the way that people look and it terrifies Pan to be judged poorly by strangers that haven’t even had a conversation with her. Some may call this ridiculous behaviour vanity, but Pan calls it security. Of course, she does indulge in the vain and feminine side of fashion that is stilettos, dresses and spending an entire month’s pay on formalwear that she probably will never get the chance to wear in a practical situation. It is odd to see a doctor in a flowery sundress, colourful tights and a pair of shiny red high heels, but it does tend to take the robotic and distant personality people usually assume with surgeons, although it does have a downside of patients questioning her qualifications. Pan believes that personality can be expressed in a large way by how people dress, and since she doesn’t really show her true colours in the way that she acts, at least it can be personified in her clothing.
- empathetic
You’d hope and expect that a doctor that is treating you has a reasonable sense of empathy as they will be the ones cutting you open and luckily for the patient, Pan has quite a great deal of empathy. Although it is difficult at times –like when making incisions she will almost physically wince from sharing their pain- most of the time it comes at a bonus. It is a pity that she didn’t get into psychology. She can tell when people are hurting –whether it be physically or emotionally- as she can feel their pain. It is due to this crippling emotion that she decided to get into a medical profession, as she hates people suffering. So, with a teeny tiny God complex, she grabs a scalpel every morning and cuts for the good of her patients whether they be human or not. It's just a part of her nature that she likes to look after people, whether they're sick or crying or just need a shoulder to lean on. It really is only the people that are close to her that realize how much of a softie Pan is because she doesn't exactly show it to strangers. Never the less, she hates seeing people in pain, whether it be physical or emotional, so that was the main motivation for becoming a surgeon. At least then she can do something about it. She can fix people.
- clever
Due to her father’s teaching and her university friends’ tutoring, Pan grew up a very bright child. School was a breeze for her and she often longed for something a bit more challenging. She learned more at home than she did at school, and she inevitably skipped a year of high school. Whoever needed year eleven anyway? Certainly not Pan. Although mostly an all rounder, she is more inclined to reading and writing, music and language studies, which influenced her choice to move to another country for university. That is not to say that she isn’t good at maths, but she isn’t one of those people that can multiply five digit numbers in her head. Give her a piece of paper though, and she will go mental with diagrams and equations because she has a visual way of thinking and she has a hard time picturing things in her head. Despite being a doctor now, Pan was quite hopeless in the sciences. She loathed biology, didn't even understand physics and don't even mention astronomy. She loved chemistry however, and although she hated most of the sciences, she passed. It was nothing remarkable but it was passable.
- quiet
Pan is a very quiet girl. She always has been, ever since she was a little girl. She didn’t have many friends, but this was by choice. She would much prefer to read a book on her own or accompany her father to the university than sit in a circle of little girls with braided hair and ribbons, dressing dolls and giving them their own little lives. To her, it was pointless. Why live a life through a plastic doll, when you could live your own life? Because she was so quiet, she was very observant, and she listened a lot. She actually picked up a few things from sitting in on her father’s lectures, or listening to the conversations of the students he lectured to. The main things that were picked up were several different languages, as her father’s university held a multitude of international students. So by the time she was ten, she could not only speak French, but English, German and Italian as well. It astounded her father, and when he asked her how she was able to construct sentences in these languages, little Pandora replied, “Because when you teach, I am quiet and I listen.” .
- restrained
The way she acts in her mind is very different to the way Pan acts in real life. This has stemmed from her accelerated childhood. When you attend high school at the age of ten, you can’t have childish outbursts. You have to keep a calm head and be exceedingly mature even though your fellow students aren’t much better than six year olds. She just wanted to be taken seriously, not just looked down on as a cute little girl in pigtails or as a freaky miniature human calculator. This has influenced her behaviour now as being quite calm and level headed on the outside but an emotional wreck on the inside. Pan has a hard time opening up to anyone and she hates to share her feelings. So what you see on the outside isn’t necessarily what you get on the inside.
greatest fear | Pan is twenty - one years old, but she is still afraid of the dark. She can't get to sleep without a light on or a television switched to static. It is not a wise move however, to sneak up on her while she is asleep as her paranoid behaviour has led her to attack if she is woken up violently. So of course, Pan is a light sleeper.
greatest desire | Like most people, Pan is looking for love. Someone who makes her happy and who will get her parents' approval, because family is extremely important to her.
personal treasure | As mentioned above, family is the single most important thing to Pan. If it wasn't for her family, she would be on the streets, pickpoketing with the rest of the gypsies.
biggest secret | Pan's biggest secret is the one she has to keep from her mother and father, that being her involvement with aliens. As much as she trusts her family, they would never understand.
best memory | "Oh, hi. I'm Sophie, it's a pleasure to meet you. I think it's going to be a real pleasure living with you. I'll help you unpack if you'd like and after that I can make you some lunch if you like."
worst memory | Pain radiated from every fibre of her being and she forced her eyes open just long enough to see her girlfriend tumble to the ground, blood pouring from her abdomen. It seemed like seconds after she closed her her eyes, she woke up in hospital. "I'm sorry Pandora. She's gone."
history | This is the completely true story of Pandora Ampère that may or may not be amazing enough to turn into a motion picture. It would be the award winning documentary about a girl who started life as a gypsy, was thrown at a couple of tourists, got adopted, moved to France, spent a few years at school, became a surgeon, got attacked by an alien and finally got a job patching up aliens. Truly Oscar material right there.
Zenina was born into a massive family. It wasn’t so much of a family as a mob of Romani and half Romani living in a shantytown in Southern Naples, Italy. Zenina was the youngest of five, but her mother was almost a non-existent part of her life. She, like many of the other babies in the makeshift city, was cared for by almost all of the gypsy women. Her mother only held her when the tiny baby was needed for a ‘job’. These jobs entailed various stunts designed to rob wealthy tourists. Zenina’s mother had a way with the male tourists, as she was an exotic beauty. This inevitably led to the conception of Zenina and leaving Zenina’s father no richer than the beggars in the streets of Naples that he looked on with disgust. Vadoma was a tricky woman and she knew that another child meant eventually another pair of hands to rake in money. Until then, Zenina could still be useful.
Naples Train Station was an unbelievably busy place, full of naïve tourists and unguarded luggage that made for the perfect place for Vadoma to make a living. With Zenina bundled in a thin blanket and cradled carelessly in one arm, she waited for a target. Only a few minutes had passed when a young couple stepped off the train. In the man’s hand was a thick leather wallet, and Vadoma didn’t let that opportunity go to waste. She threw Zenina at him and when he reached out in fear for the small child’s life, Vadoma robbed him of all he was carrying, fleeing without a single thought for her daughter’s wellbeing. The couple was now without a substantial amount of money and they had a baby girl that they had no idea what to do with.
At first, Isaac would hear nothing of keeping the child, but Sophie convinced him otherwise. They extended their trip in Naples to sort out adoption of the baby girl. It was a long and messy fight, but the Italian Government eventually gave in. The couple had everything they needed to raise the tiny baby girl but one thing. They had yet to name her. Of course, they weren’t to know that the baby already had a name that she was quite content with, or at least as content as someone who is four months old can be about a name.
Isaac was a schoolteacher, a professor at a local yet prestigious university and he had quite the interest in Greek mythology and he suggested Pandora. Looking back on it he may tell you that it was a completely absurd name for a child, but as the years went past, the name became synonymous with a charming and beautiful girl and not of a box containing evil. So, Pandora it was, and with that the three returned to Marseille. Or rather, the two returned to Marseille while another visited for the first time.
Pandora grew up to be quite a charming albeit bored child who would after suffering though a day of tiresome school would run to visit her father at his university and quietly sit in on his lectures. Isaac didn’t mind and the students found the seven year old to be adorable and quite a welcome guest in class. A few students became Pan’s mentors once she joined them as an enrolled student studying medicine there. She would six quietly in her father’s lectures, but her young mind picked up the languages of almost all the foreign students in that classroom. This was the first hint to Isaac that he might have to talk to her primary school about better stimulating his daughter’s mind. After that conversation with the principal they decided that it would be for the better if Pandora was moved to the senior classes of the primary school and finally after three more years there, she graduated to high school at the age of ten.
Her parents were thrilled at her acceleration and they encouraged her daughter to no end. High school was a breeze for her and was quickly over just after she turned fourteen. Then it was the difficult decision of what she wanted to do with her life, and it was being asked to a girl who was barely a teenager. Pan had always had strong emotional ties to people even if she was somewhat of an introvert, and she loved the thought of helping people so she made the very logical decision of medicine.
It was of no surprise to anyone that after three years she was a certified medical intern at a top private hospital in Paris at seventeen. She moved out of home and rented an inner city apartment with a fellow intern, Sophie Sioux. Sophie was also a young doctor, although she was three years Pan’s senior. Another fun fact about Sophie is that Pan fell ridiculously in love with her. She was gorgeous, smart and terribly witty and it wasn’t long before Sophie saw similarly redeeming qualities in Pan and they started a relationship together. It was fun and exciting with no discernable consequences that Pan could see. Her parents were a four-hour train ride away so they never had to know that their little respectable girl sacrilegiously was fucking someone of the same sex. Pan loved Sophie and the same was to be said about Sophie. She was her first love and her fist girlfriend and there was no one that she cared more deeply about.
After a year and a half it was going so well, they had even taken to coming out in public with holding hands and kissing. They were so happy that they didn’t notice the angry whispers and the disgusted looks. It is also why when the couple were walking home after dinner out one night that they didn’t notice the two men in coats that approached them were holding knives. When she saw the glint of silver that the recognised all too well, it was too late. Pan and Sophie’s fairytale romance had blinded them from the homophobic community that seemed to be a minority in the large city. But now it was too late to be careful, it was too late to hide their love away.
It was too late because that night the two girls were dragged into a shady backstreet and were raped while the men shouted homophobic slurs at them. After they were finished with the crying and near hysterical women they beat them unconscious, and in Pan’s non-conscious state she had no way of knowing or helping Sophie as the warm dark blood tricked profusely from a stab wound in her abdomen. Sophie like her girlfriend drifted into unconsciousness, but unlike her girlfriend she would never wake up again.
Pan awoke in the very hospital she worked in but this time as a patient. She was told of Sophie’s death and her co-workers tried to console the young doctor before them. The only thing to alert to them that something was wrong was prior knowledge that her girlfriend had been raped and murdered and the silent tears that were falling from her face. As soon as she had been discharged, she left. She was a wreck on the inside and she just needed to get away.
While sitting in a silent and empty kitchen –the same kitchen that she and Sophie had made breakfast just weeks before- she toyed with the idea of suicide. She just wanted to be with her Sophie again. As soon as the kitchen knife touched her wrist she found it to be a bad idea. Sophie was amazing and would most definitely go to heaven, but Pan had been the cause of her death and there was no doubt in her mind that she would go to hell. So even if she did succeed with ending her own life, she still would never see her girlfriend again.
With that thought, she rubbed the miniscule drop of blood from her wrist and began to pack her bags. She never looked back at Paris again as she boarded a flight to London. For the first couple of weeks she acted like any nineteen year old would once moving to a new country, she partied. Hard. It was her way of grieving and getting over her deceased girlfriend. It wasn’t a healthy way to do so but she finally could get to sleep at night. London reminded her too much of Paris however, and after just a year of working in a indiscernible hospital as an ER surgeon with her head down, careful not to make any ties in case they died too, she moved yet again to quaint little Cardiff.
Cardiff was much better than London and Pan even made a few friends. She started sending almost daily letters to her parents who up until this point had feared the worst for their daughter. She hadn’t made contact with them since before Sophie died. After she relived her mother and father by telling them that all was well and that she had simply moved, the twenty year old casually forgot to mention that the had been attacked a year prior to that and lost her girlfriend. In fact, she simply ‘forgot’ to mention to her parents that she even had a girlfriend at all. She started her career again as a trauma surgeon, although she had a painful nostalgic pang every time she stitched someone up. For once, her life was actually normal. She had even made a close friend that she made the effort to make contact with at least every couple of days over coffee. Avis Ives was sweet and caring and she seemed levelheaded and a reliable friend so the two hit it off right away. Avis was probably even her only friend in Cardiff.
But of course, the universe didn’t want Pan to have a normal life, so along came the weevils.
Avis and Pan were chatting while walking down some side streets to get to their favourite coffee place by the bay when two…things came running towards them. They were humanoid in appearance but they looked very far from human indeed from their features. Pan seized up, almost completely immobile as Avis took action and shot the two creatures with a gun she quaintly pulled out of her handbag without a scratch on her. Pan however received a gash on her shoulder not too serious but large enough to require stitches. Pan calmly asked her friend what was going on
“What the fuck were those things? And where did you get that gun? Hang on, why do you carry a fucking gun around for anyway? Are you with the FBI?”
as Avis tried to draw attention to Pan’s bleeding shoulder. Pan would have nothing of it partly due to the fact that she had a medical kit with sutures in her own handbag and partly due to the fact that she was considerably freaked out by the two dead figures in front of her that were obviously not human. Avis dialled a number on her phone as Pan began to stitch up her own arm, making Avis hold up a pocket mirror so she could see what she was working with. Not a minute had passed when a black van skidded up to the sidewalk and tree people promptly and unceremoniously flung the two inhuman bodies into the back. After much convincing, Pan followed Avis into the van where they rode to the Torchwood Hub. Ever since that day, Pan has not failed to refer to the van as the ‘Big, Black, Paedophile Van.”
The weevils were explained as the things that had attacked her and after seeing the work done on her shoulder; she was offered a job as a medic. Still partly in shock and maybe a tiny bit delusional from blood loss, she accepted and to this day works at Torchwood as a medical examiner and also playing the role of doctor to the many injured employees that The Hub contains. She loves her job but does get a bit tired of running after aliens.
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