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 Posted: Mon May 29, 2006 10:27 am
 Name: Dr. Aubrey Melissa Lockheart, MD.
Call Me: Dr. Lockheart, Aubrey
Specialty: Stem Cell Research
Birthday: July 14, 1979
Marital Status: engaged
Height: 5'9"
Weight: 168lbs
Place of Birth: Baltimore, Maryland
Hair: Brown, naturally wavy with a curl
Eyes: Grey
Occupation: Research Assistant for Feral Laboratories, Inc.
Distinguishing Features or Marks: Ears pierced, freckles over the bridge of her nose; wears glasses or contacts. Three scars on her stomach - expertly healed but the major damage still left white patches across her belly.
Voice: high and helpful, can talk fast when she gets excited
Likes: Dr. Moreau, reading, classical music, milkshakes, chick-flicks, chocolate, waterfalls
Dislikes: Mean people, rap, bright sunlight, crying, physical labor
Purity Test Score: 86.4%
Most Embarrassing Moment: Freshman year of high school she wrote a long, private valentine to Nicholas Moreau, but decided against giving it to him; but later it fell out of her backpack and was pasted in the bullpen hallway.
Has Never Told Anybody: When making out with her boyfriend in college, she accidentally moaned "Nicolas..." when he was kissing her neck.
Goal in Life: To work up close and personal with Dr. Moreau has his respected partner (or wife, ya know, whatever ninja )
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Posted: Mon May 29, 2006 10:29 am
TOC and Posting Guidelines
1. Profile
2. ToC
3. Background Information
4. Significant Relationships
5. Einstein
6. Timeline
7. Description of Artists
8. Art Gallery
9. reserved
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14. Aubrey's Playlist
Rules for Posting
- No one my post here without Aubrey or Kamiki's expressed permission.
- If you need to get a hold of Dr. Lockheart, please try to contact PM via AIM (Samantha Blaire) or PM the account Aubrey Lockheart.
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Posted: Mon May 29, 2006 10:31 am
Background Information
Aubrey was born into a family that was driven by their love for sports. Her father was a retired professional football player, and her mother, though a lawyer by occupation was passionate about tennis. Her older sister also played tennis, and her older brother, closer to her age, liked baseball and soccer. Aubrey gave sports their fair chance, but like why every family has their black sheep, Aubrey just couldn't seem to take too much great interest in athletics. Also, naturally heavy-set, it only took a few time being picked nearly last for Dodgeball teams in elementary school to further set the chubby girl in her dislike of team sports.
So she turned to her true love: plants and animals. Her fascination for everything living quickly opened up to a love of science in general. Science became her calling. She didn't want Barbies and make up, she wanted a fish tank and a chemistry set. She read almost every nonfiction book she could get her hands on, and best of all, she was good at it.
Aubrey's parent's, while never directly discouraging, could just never be impressed with Aubrey's success in the sciences. They were proud of her, but while her brother's winning game would result in a family barbeque and a swelling of pride from her parents, Aubrey's A in Science Class got little more than a "good job" and a pat on the back.
It never bothered Aubrey, or at least she never let it show. She wasn't really one craving the spotlight, though she figured a life in science must mean a less glorious existence. It was one of those cold, hard truths of the world. A doctor led a comfortable life, but a star basketball player could make millions of dollars for promoting a running shoe. Being as real-world grounded as she was, she just accepted this and moved on.
However, all changed in high school. Being a late bloomer, Aubrey was still adjusting to her new, teenage self. She lost a lot of her baby fat, and began to carry her weight better (though she was still rather plain for modern standards of beauty). Aubrey started to take interest in boys for the first time in her life, and found herself to be, at least secretly, a hopeless romantic. But hardly any of it would come to fruitation, she mostly just kept to herself and read a lot of romance novels. She was awkward around boys. Geeky, and while she wasn't an eyesore, she wasn't most high-school boy's vision of beauty, especially since Aubrey wore glasses and hardly bothered with make-up.
Her favorite part of the day, of course, was Chemistry. She was excited about high school chemistry. Unlike in junior high physical sciences, high school offered more in-depth concepts and actual labs. Her teacher that year, had a senior lab assistant: Nicholas Moreau. Aubrey thought he was "kinda cute," but to most freshman girls, all senior boys are "kinda cute." But little could she image how much Nick would change her life.
It started innocently enough. During their first real lab-exercise in chem class, she finished her assignment very quickly. It was pretty basic concepts, and she had a good background to pull from. But why most high-schoolers were just interested in finishing the assignment as fast as possible so they could get back to their desk, Aubrey wanted to do more. The concepts made sense to her, and she wanted to experiment more. She called over the assistant. Nick, who honestly never looked very enthused about having to babysit a freshman class, actually seemed impressed by her progress. And not only did she finish the assignment correctly, she was eager to learn more. Nick left her that day with a compliment. A true, genuine compliment about her skills as a scientist.
The rest, they say, is history..
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Posted: Mon May 29, 2006 10:48 am
Significant Relationships
Dr. Nicholas Moreau - By far, the most significant person in my life. Moreau is my world. He was my best friend since my freshman year of high school, and I followed him to Harvard, and now to the island. Now, he's not only my friend, but a colleague, and now my fiance! I couldn't ask for anything more I suppose. I worry sometimes, though. I'm self-conscious about his motives for his feelings for me, because he can be awfully cold. But thats just normal to feel self-conscious sometimes... right? He views my sympathy for the islanders as a weakness. I see it differently. After all, I think the islanders as a whole will function better if they think they have a friend on the inside.
Dr. Sabin Duvert - Duvert is quite the enigma to me. In person, he usually seems so warm and friendly, and I use him as a confidant sometimes. Yet some of the things he does, usually I hear from other people, are quite monsterous. He loves to play mind games on the islanders - something I'm not too sure I'm comfortable with. He's definately an odd character. Most of the time he's wearing either garish Hawaiin shirts or stodgy Victorian garb. Tophat and all. He was some crackpot folklore professor at Harvard, and his creativity and moral flexibility are the only reasons he's here. Though I get along most of the time, we've had some pretty nasty arguments. I think I slapped him good once...
Billy Woodrow - Billy and I didn't get off to a very good start. He attempted to rape Colche. I swear - I have it on videotape! But yet... he swears he didn't do it. And I found some interesting results from his tox screen...anyway. Thats neither here now there. Point being - I've ended up with a peice of his tentacle and a testical of his sitting preserved on my shelf. I don't know what's wrong with me. He's ugly, crude, dirty, crass, and a druggie. But after Moreau and I had our last big fight I found myself at his place... I almost slept with him! Thank god i came to my senses in time... I suppose...
Colche - My baby! Colche was rescued from a life of forced prostitution and brought here to start over. I'm pleased to say she's been doing wonderfully! She's the sweetest, most golden-hearted person I know. She's come to think of me as her mother, and in turn I've come to love her like a daughter. Whenever I start to feel down abuot what's going on here, I just have to think of Colche. No one can deny she's better off here than where she was..and if it wasn't for me there's no telling how horrible her life could be now. I picked a cheetah for her because they are beautiful, independant, strong animals. Everything I knew Colche could be.
Jamal Reedy - What a character. No, really. Sure, he came to the island under questionable circumstances, but I honestly thought he was a good guy deep down. Biy was I wrong! He can blame the serum all he wants, but that man is just plain crazy! He's violent and refuses to listen to reason. The b*****d even tried to kill me once - nearly ripped my throat clean out. Needless to say, I'm utterfly terrified of him now, though I would never let him know it. Right now I'm trying to so something to his serum to maybe help him calm down a little. But I really have to wonder if he's psychosis is linked to the experiments at all. He does keep getting some hard breaks - between the lockout and April Fools...both which were Duvert's fault -.-
Zachary Bloodstone - To be honest, I know very little about Zach. He's Duvert's little pet project - turning some meek little man into a raging red dragon. Dragon, as in a combination of animals that resemble a dragon, of course. Still, the reason's he's here it because I cannot deny the emotional and physical inpact he's made on my life, even if he doesn't remember. Mr. Bloostone nearly took my life once, in a post-transformation rage that rendered me hospitalized for a week, and in a wheelchair for a length recovery. Had it not been for the amazingly advanced medical facilities we have here, I would certainly have died.
Dr. Marlena Frost - I don't know much about this... lady... yet, but I don't like the feeling I have in the pit o f my stomach. He's way too much like Moreau... completely insane and with no regards to ethics. So why do I love Moreau and hate Frost? Good question, but I just don't feel comfortable with her around. I know Moreau gets off on evil woman, and she's just way too close to him for comfort. If she didn't look the way she did I'd probably stomach her better. Sorry if it sounds shallow, but I'm afraid if I had to ever describe Moreau's perfect woman, I'd be describing Frost. Something tells me I should be more confident in Moreau's feelings for me.. but I'm so insecure...
Ambrose Maurlias - Ambrose is perhaps one of the islander's I'm most proud of. He had a hard time on the island at first, but that can only be expected. He seems to have adjusted to his life on the island, as I wish more of them would. He's looking forward instead of just lamenting the past - for the most part. Regardless, he's always treated me with respect, so I will continue to show him the same favor. Plus he helps look atfer Colche, which is an added bonus.
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Posted: Mon May 29, 2006 12:22 pm
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Posted: Mon May 29, 2006 4:35 pm
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Posted: Mon May 29, 2006 5:20 pm
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Posted: Mon May 29, 2006 5:21 pm
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Posted: Mon May 29, 2006 5:24 pm
Please, if you stop by this journal, leave a note and tell me what you think. say hi...whatever! You can post OOCly in the shoutbox. heart
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Posted: Mon May 29, 2006 5:29 pm
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Posted: Mon May 29, 2006 5:30 pm
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Posted: Mon May 29, 2006 5:31 pm
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Posted: Mon May 29, 2006 5:32 pm
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Posted: Mon May 29, 2006 5:33 pm
Aubrey's Playlist
Nickelback ~ "Figured You Out"
I like your pants around your feet
I like the dirt that's on your knees
And I like the way you still say please
While you're looking up at me
You're like my favourite damn disease
And I love the places that we go
And I love the people that you know
And I love the way you can't say no
Too many long lines in a row
I love the powder on your nose
Ooooh
(Chorus)
And now I know who you are
It wasn't that hard
Just to figure you out
And now I know who you are
It wasn't that hard
Just to figure you out
I like the freckles on your chest
And I like the way you like me best
And I like the way you're not impressed,
While you put me to the test
I like the wine stains on your dress
And I love the way you pass the check
And I love the good times that you wreck
And I love your lack of self respect
While you're passed out on the deck
I love my hands around your neck
Chorus
I love your pants around your feet
And I love the dirt that's on your knees
And I like the way you still say please
While you're looking up at me
You're like my favourite damn disease
And I hate the places that we go
And I hate the people that you know
And I hate the way you can't say no
Too many long lines in a row
I hate the powder on your nose
Chorus
 Freezepop ~ "Science Genius Girl"
i'm a science genius girl
i won the science fair
i wear a white lab coat
dna strands in my hair
(Chorus)
when i clone a human being
it will want to hold my hand
when i clone a human being
it will be a member of my band
it will be a member of my band
it will be a member of my band
scientific method girl
the theorems speak to me
microscope is in my hand
x1, x2, x3
chorus
measure out the chemicals
safety goggles on my eyes
turn the bunsen burner on
my creation comes alive
i have cloned a human being
it is here and holds my hand
i have cloned a human being
it is now a member of my band
it is now a member of my band
it is now a member of my band
i have cloned a human being
it is here and holds my hand
i have cloned a human being
it is now a member of my band
Bad Religion ~ "Infected"
Now here I go,
Hope I dont break down,
I wont take anything, I dont need anything,
Dont want to exist, I cant persist,
Please stop before I do it again,
Just talk about nothing, lets talk about nothing,
Lets talk about no one, please talk about no one, someone, anyone
You and me have a disease,
You affect me, you infect me,
Im afflicted, youre addicted,
You and me, you and me
Im on the edge,
Get against the wall,
Im so distracted,
I love to strike you,
Heres my confession,
You learned your lesson,
Stop me before I do it again
Youre clear - as a heavy lead curtain want to drill you - like an ocean,
We can work it out, Ive been running out, now Im running out
Dont be mad about it baby,
You and me, you and me,
I want to tie you, crucify you,
Kneel before you, revile your body,
You and me, were made in heaven,
I want to take you, I want to break you,
Supplicate you, are incurable,
I want to bathe you in holy water I want to kill you,
Upon the alter, you and me, you and me
Garbage ~ "#1 Crush" I would die for you
I would die for you
I've been dying just to feel you by my side
To know that you're mine
I will cry for you
I will cry for you
I will wash away your pain with all my tears
And drown your fear
I will pray for you
I will pray for you
I will sell my soul for something pure and true
Someone like you
See your face every place that I walk in
Hear your voice every time I am talking
You will believe in me
And I will never be ignored
I will burn for you
Feel pain for you
I will twist the knife and bleed my aching heart
And tear it apart
I will lie for you
Beg and steal for you
I will crawl on hands and knees until you see
You're just like me
Violate all The love that I'm missing
Throw away all the pain that I'm living
You will believe in me
And I can never be ignored
I would die for you
I would kill for you
I will steal for you
I'd do time for you
I would wait for you
I'd make room for you
I'd sail ships for you
To be close to you
To be a part of you
'Cause I believe in you
I believe in you
I would die for you.
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