Post by bryna on Dec 17, 2008 15:32:36 GMT -5
Name: Siobhan Bridget Flynn
Nicknames: Shiv, Miss Flynn, Bridget
Age: 34
Gender: Female
Clique: Teacher
Subject: Deportment
Picture:
Play by: Sonja Kraushofer
Appearance:
With her flaming red hair, green eyes, and pale, easily-freckled skin, you'd be hard-pressed to find a more Irish-looking Irishwoman than Siobhan Flynn, although she'll protest vehemently that her family are English. She's fine-featured and fine-boned, although not quite... conventionally beautiful. Oh, she's pretty enough, of course, but she's no beauty. Aside from anything else, although time has been relatively kind to her, she is thirty-four, and she doesn't look like a girl any more, except for sometimes, in certain lights, certain expressions...
She doesn't care. For herself, she doesn't mind, but she will never be less than immaculately turned-out. She's not beautiful, but she is respectable, after all. So she pins her wiry red hair up every morning, at least on working days, and she dresses in perfectly-clean, perfectly-starched outfits, every day. Usually, those outfits are startlingly similar; dark blouses and black skirts, or a dark grey dress. She wears a corset all the time, as well, although she doesn't really need it.
She's not slim; she's bony. Flat as a boy for most of her life, without the corsets that press what little fat she has on her to the right places, she still has the figure of one. Once again, it doesn't really matter; she's a teacher, after all, and in some cases, it can be an asset.
Her jacket, without which she'll never be seen out of classes, is charcoal-grey, demure, and tightly-buttoned, just like her. She smiles rarely, in part because she feels the need to keep up appearances, and in part because she's very self-conscious about the missing tooth that is very obvious when she smiles. But you can tell when she's pleased - really pleased - because she smiles with her eyes, if not her mouth.
In winter, she's as pale as a ghost; in summer, she has to struggle with all her might and main not to turn into a walking freckle. No matter how hard she tries to keep out of the sun, or how much she powders over them, between about April and October, she will have a dusting of freckles on her pointed nose.
And she hates them.
There are a couple of things she will always have with her - a signet ring with her family's crest on it, a little silver cross that hangs on a fine steel chain around her neck, a locket broach - but they are few and far between. Austerity, it seems clear, is the order of the day.
She might show a more relaxed front to her friends, but to colleagues and especially to students, she looks all that you would expect from a deportment teacher; stern, sharp, and sardonic.
Personality:
Siobhan would be the first to admit that she's not the most stable person. Oh, she's not mental, and there's nothing wrong with her, as such, but there's two distinct sides of her, and it's very rare that the two of them will mix, or be shown to the same person.
The first, Miss Flynn, is the one she shows the most, at least at the moment. Miss Flynn is a teacher to the core; no-nonsense, stubbornly sensible, and strict in demeanour as well as in fact. She won't stand for anything from anybody, and when it comes to withering glances, she has at least ten for every occasion.
She's very, very hard to please. A perfectionist in every aspect of her life, she expects the same level of care from students and colleagues alike, and she has a habit of taking control of a situation. Her admiration is a hard thing to earn, and her disdain all too easy, but if there's one thing you can say for Miss Flynn, it's this; she's fair.
With that in mind, her favour would seem to bring very little motivation with it; she doesn't play favourites, she doesn't make friends easily, and if anything, she'll mark students she admires more harshly than those she doesn't. She expects the best, and it has to be said that she has a certain skill for making her students achieve it.
Miss Flynn is what most people at Florence know Siobhan as, even if they're her superior. Something about her makes any other name seem ridiculous.
She's not unkind, but she's... cold, would perhaps be the best way of putting it. She makes a great effort to avoid bringing anything of herself into the job. It is a job, after all. Work and life, Miss Flynn feels, should be entirely separate.
So it is only natural that Miss Flynn is not the Siobhan that her friends and family know. That Siobhan - Shiv, or Bridget to her family - is bright and loud, and has a fantastic, if rather sarcastic, sense of humour. Shiv laughs a lot, whether or not it makes her missing tooth obvious. Actually, she can be a little too bright, if anything.
The Shiv her friends and family know is just as stubborn as the Miss Flynn that her workmates see, but in a different kind of way. Shiv isn't strict, not really, although she does, as some of her friends back in Ireland noted on many occasions, keep a hugely tight rein on herself. When it comes to other people, though, she'll generally let them go at their own pace, although she'll often push them to make that pace the best they can. Unlike her Miss Flynn persona, Shiv encourages, rather than forcing. As in professional life, though, she won't consider anything finished until there really is nothing more that can be worked on.
Like Miss Flynn, too, Shiv can be very sharp. Both sides of Siobhan are quite reserved when it comes to thoughts and feelings.
Shiv and Miss Flynn are almost different people, but as far as Siobhan is concerned, they're just different ways of expressing herself. Work and life are two different things. She holds that very strongly.
Then again, Siobhan is very slow to trust people entirely, and she's made so few friends since her arrival in England that Shiv, essentially, is hardly ever seen any more.
Miss Flynn, Siobhan, Shiv, or Bridget; whatever you call her, she's the same person. Dutifully religious, sharp as a tack and kindest when you least expect it, she seems the sort of woman born to be a teacher.
History:
Born in Balseskin, Ireland - a large village a few miles out of Dublin - in 3113, Siobhan was the second-eldest daughter in the Flynn family, an old Protestant family who had fallen out of their wealth and power a generation or two before her birth. Her parents weren't spendthrift by any means, but with three daughters and two sons, money can only last so long. By the time Siobhan was seventeen, they were close to destitution.
The eldest child of the family, Siobhan's brother Patrick, was by that time working in Dublin, which produced enough money to keep the Flynn's heads above water. When he turned sixteen, Siobhan's younger brother Sean travelled up to the budding industrial capital of Ireland; Belfast. He worked on the docks for several years, sending money home when he could spare it. Then, in 3136, when Siobhan was twenty-three and her sisters already married, he simply vanished. No letters, no message, nothing - Sean Flynn seemed simply to have vanished off the face of the earth.
For the next seven or eight years, the Flynns went on as usual. Samuel Flynn, Siobhan's father, was adamant that Siobhan would not work - he held that they should still have the self-respect not to send a girl off on her own, like common people - and her mother, Elizabeth, wanted much the same thing for her daughter; a good marriage to a fine man.
Only no fine men wanted Siobhan, and she didn't want any of them. Perhaps, if she had been a little better off, her plainness and her quick temper might not have been so important. But as it was, they were, and at thirty, she was still not married.
At that point, Sean returned. He had been pressganged into the Navy, and, unable to communicate or reach home at all, had resolved to work his way through the ranks as best he could, the same stubbornness that Siobhan has in such abundance having kept him going. And it had paid off - he returned a lieutenant, having left the Navy with an honourable discharge after a stray cannonball took his leg off at the knee.
It was what Siobhan had been waiting for. With her parents well taken care of for their old age, there was nothing keeping her there; no duty binding her to Ireland. After almost a year of looking for work all over Ireland, she came to England, where Florence caught her eye almost immediately. She's been teaching for three years now, and she wouldn't go back for the world.
Not that her parents would welcome her with open arms if she did.
Fears:
- Rats
- Heights
- Being dismissed
- Marriage
- Losing her potential
- The inexplicable
- Love
Likes:
- Students who try their best and work hard
- Cities
- Good manners
- Autumn
- Music
- Ballroom dancing
- Florence
- Having friends around. Well, she would if she had any.
Dislikes:
- Marriage
- Her father
- Bad manners
- Disorganisation
- People who don't care
- The name 'Bridget'
- Anybody mocking her strong Irish accent
- Anybody mocking her, full stop.
Anything you'd like to add?
I had this damn profile nearly finished, and then my hard drive got wiped. And me being a disorganised moron, I didn't back up.
Shiv would not approve.
Nicknames: Shiv, Miss Flynn, Bridget
Age: 34
Gender: Female
Clique: Teacher
Subject: Deportment
Picture:
Play by: Sonja Kraushofer
Appearance:
With her flaming red hair, green eyes, and pale, easily-freckled skin, you'd be hard-pressed to find a more Irish-looking Irishwoman than Siobhan Flynn, although she'll protest vehemently that her family are English. She's fine-featured and fine-boned, although not quite... conventionally beautiful. Oh, she's pretty enough, of course, but she's no beauty. Aside from anything else, although time has been relatively kind to her, she is thirty-four, and she doesn't look like a girl any more, except for sometimes, in certain lights, certain expressions...
She doesn't care. For herself, she doesn't mind, but she will never be less than immaculately turned-out. She's not beautiful, but she is respectable, after all. So she pins her wiry red hair up every morning, at least on working days, and she dresses in perfectly-clean, perfectly-starched outfits, every day. Usually, those outfits are startlingly similar; dark blouses and black skirts, or a dark grey dress. She wears a corset all the time, as well, although she doesn't really need it.
She's not slim; she's bony. Flat as a boy for most of her life, without the corsets that press what little fat she has on her to the right places, she still has the figure of one. Once again, it doesn't really matter; she's a teacher, after all, and in some cases, it can be an asset.
Her jacket, without which she'll never be seen out of classes, is charcoal-grey, demure, and tightly-buttoned, just like her. She smiles rarely, in part because she feels the need to keep up appearances, and in part because she's very self-conscious about the missing tooth that is very obvious when she smiles. But you can tell when she's pleased - really pleased - because she smiles with her eyes, if not her mouth.
In winter, she's as pale as a ghost; in summer, she has to struggle with all her might and main not to turn into a walking freckle. No matter how hard she tries to keep out of the sun, or how much she powders over them, between about April and October, she will have a dusting of freckles on her pointed nose.
And she hates them.
There are a couple of things she will always have with her - a signet ring with her family's crest on it, a little silver cross that hangs on a fine steel chain around her neck, a locket broach - but they are few and far between. Austerity, it seems clear, is the order of the day.
She might show a more relaxed front to her friends, but to colleagues and especially to students, she looks all that you would expect from a deportment teacher; stern, sharp, and sardonic.
Personality:
Siobhan would be the first to admit that she's not the most stable person. Oh, she's not mental, and there's nothing wrong with her, as such, but there's two distinct sides of her, and it's very rare that the two of them will mix, or be shown to the same person.
The first, Miss Flynn, is the one she shows the most, at least at the moment. Miss Flynn is a teacher to the core; no-nonsense, stubbornly sensible, and strict in demeanour as well as in fact. She won't stand for anything from anybody, and when it comes to withering glances, she has at least ten for every occasion.
She's very, very hard to please. A perfectionist in every aspect of her life, she expects the same level of care from students and colleagues alike, and she has a habit of taking control of a situation. Her admiration is a hard thing to earn, and her disdain all too easy, but if there's one thing you can say for Miss Flynn, it's this; she's fair.
With that in mind, her favour would seem to bring very little motivation with it; she doesn't play favourites, she doesn't make friends easily, and if anything, she'll mark students she admires more harshly than those she doesn't. She expects the best, and it has to be said that she has a certain skill for making her students achieve it.
Miss Flynn is what most people at Florence know Siobhan as, even if they're her superior. Something about her makes any other name seem ridiculous.
She's not unkind, but she's... cold, would perhaps be the best way of putting it. She makes a great effort to avoid bringing anything of herself into the job. It is a job, after all. Work and life, Miss Flynn feels, should be entirely separate.
So it is only natural that Miss Flynn is not the Siobhan that her friends and family know. That Siobhan - Shiv, or Bridget to her family - is bright and loud, and has a fantastic, if rather sarcastic, sense of humour. Shiv laughs a lot, whether or not it makes her missing tooth obvious. Actually, she can be a little too bright, if anything.
The Shiv her friends and family know is just as stubborn as the Miss Flynn that her workmates see, but in a different kind of way. Shiv isn't strict, not really, although she does, as some of her friends back in Ireland noted on many occasions, keep a hugely tight rein on herself. When it comes to other people, though, she'll generally let them go at their own pace, although she'll often push them to make that pace the best they can. Unlike her Miss Flynn persona, Shiv encourages, rather than forcing. As in professional life, though, she won't consider anything finished until there really is nothing more that can be worked on.
Like Miss Flynn, too, Shiv can be very sharp. Both sides of Siobhan are quite reserved when it comes to thoughts and feelings.
Shiv and Miss Flynn are almost different people, but as far as Siobhan is concerned, they're just different ways of expressing herself. Work and life are two different things. She holds that very strongly.
Then again, Siobhan is very slow to trust people entirely, and she's made so few friends since her arrival in England that Shiv, essentially, is hardly ever seen any more.
Miss Flynn, Siobhan, Shiv, or Bridget; whatever you call her, she's the same person. Dutifully religious, sharp as a tack and kindest when you least expect it, she seems the sort of woman born to be a teacher.
History:
Born in Balseskin, Ireland - a large village a few miles out of Dublin - in 3113, Siobhan was the second-eldest daughter in the Flynn family, an old Protestant family who had fallen out of their wealth and power a generation or two before her birth. Her parents weren't spendthrift by any means, but with three daughters and two sons, money can only last so long. By the time Siobhan was seventeen, they were close to destitution.
The eldest child of the family, Siobhan's brother Patrick, was by that time working in Dublin, which produced enough money to keep the Flynn's heads above water. When he turned sixteen, Siobhan's younger brother Sean travelled up to the budding industrial capital of Ireland; Belfast. He worked on the docks for several years, sending money home when he could spare it. Then, in 3136, when Siobhan was twenty-three and her sisters already married, he simply vanished. No letters, no message, nothing - Sean Flynn seemed simply to have vanished off the face of the earth.
For the next seven or eight years, the Flynns went on as usual. Samuel Flynn, Siobhan's father, was adamant that Siobhan would not work - he held that they should still have the self-respect not to send a girl off on her own, like common people - and her mother, Elizabeth, wanted much the same thing for her daughter; a good marriage to a fine man.
Only no fine men wanted Siobhan, and she didn't want any of them. Perhaps, if she had been a little better off, her plainness and her quick temper might not have been so important. But as it was, they were, and at thirty, she was still not married.
At that point, Sean returned. He had been pressganged into the Navy, and, unable to communicate or reach home at all, had resolved to work his way through the ranks as best he could, the same stubbornness that Siobhan has in such abundance having kept him going. And it had paid off - he returned a lieutenant, having left the Navy with an honourable discharge after a stray cannonball took his leg off at the knee.
It was what Siobhan had been waiting for. With her parents well taken care of for their old age, there was nothing keeping her there; no duty binding her to Ireland. After almost a year of looking for work all over Ireland, she came to England, where Florence caught her eye almost immediately. She's been teaching for three years now, and she wouldn't go back for the world.
Not that her parents would welcome her with open arms if she did.
Fears:
- Rats
- Heights
- Being dismissed
- Marriage
- Losing her potential
- The inexplicable
- Love
Likes:
- Students who try their best and work hard
- Cities
- Good manners
- Autumn
- Music
- Ballroom dancing
- Florence
- Having friends around. Well, she would if she had any.
Dislikes:
- Marriage
- Her father
- Bad manners
- Disorganisation
- People who don't care
- The name 'Bridget'
- Anybody mocking her strong Irish accent
- Anybody mocking her, full stop.
Anything you'd like to add?
I had this damn profile nearly finished, and then my hard drive got wiped. And me being a disorganised moron, I didn't back up.
Shiv would not approve.
