|Deвяα Gяαу (donotconspire) wrote,|
@ 2013-01-08 18:15:00
For far too long;
We all got lazy and couldn't be bothered, to make our way through the world ----------------------------------------
Debra is a 5'9" brunette with dark brown eyes and fair skin. She's pretty in a 'look right past you' sort of way. She'd fall into the 'average' category with just about everything -average height, average weight, average skin tone, average fitness, average average average (she hates that word).
She doesn't help herself with how she dresses. Functional yet acceptably stylish. Deb does tend more towards the more modern style of things, nothing flashy, just the simplistic style of fitted jeans and a simple shirt. Hats are good for hiding those bad hair days and from time to time, layers are lots of fun. But nothing too outrageous. She is not exactly 'fashion forward'. She usually keeps her hair straight and long, functional really, but enough to style when and if needed.
Debra has a scar on her thigh; an accident when she was younger with a trampoline and a garden fence. It's fairly small, and few people know about it or see it, but it's there. One attempt at journalistic integrity gone wrong left her with a broken arm, the bone having split through the skin, leaving a fine, ragged scar line on her left forearm, it's not something she minds at all, because it's there and she'd mostly fine with it. Just that the story on how it happened might change so that people don't assume she's a crazy stalker type.
With a moderate air of self-confidence, Deb doesn't stick out, but she doesn't blend into the wall either. She's not the life and soul of anything but she's fairly certain that people don't just look right through her anymore. She's self aware enough to be comfortable with herself, which shows in her demeanour now.
PERSONALITY & DEMEANOUR
But we are all bourgeois now
Debra is an outgoing, quirky young woman. Mostly a friendly, easy going person, she's keen to make friends but is a bit of a picky girl when it comes down to the wire. Debra tends to end up with a large circle of acquaintances, people she'd be mostly comfortable in a group with, but barely a handful of close friends, people that she'd feel comfortable sharing things with, or just being in an intimate setting with.
Mostly a compassionate person, Deb wants to see the good in people, but is instantly put off by any serious faults in a person -she really doesn't like mean spirited people or anyone who thinks they are better than others, or ginger people, oddly enough but that's more of a personal flaw of hers than anyone else's. She's open minded to the point of science fiction but sticks to her own first impression with new people.
Her quirks are more in her nature than her personality, her parents are struggled to accept that their daughter was a 'conspiracy theory nut job' (their words) and puts far too much stock in 'out of this world' stories. As such, she's flawed in her ability to trust people with one of the most important parts of her life, in her opinion, as her view on the world is somewhat altered by the steadfast acceptance of extra terrestrials and urban legend stories that she likes to chase.
With a rather sarcastic and morbid sense of humour, Debra usually relies on others for the comical side of things, feeling that her own input would be somewhat awkward and taken wholly out of context. She is supportive of other people's theories, but has a strict and constant dependence on her own order of things.
Once there was class,
But not any longer
Debra is the first born to Joe and Rebecca, a joy to their life following Rebecca's illness from breast cancer and her subsequent recovery. Joe works in an accounting firm and Rebecca gave up her hospital orderly job before she started the treatment for her cancer and then, after she got pregnant, just never went back. Debra was a quiet child but a fairly active one. She loved going to the park to play, loved being outside, loved doing just about everything.
Deb even reacted well when her Mom got pregnant again and baby Carrie was brought home. Deb liked being a big sister, it was pretty easy too since Carrie barely did anything but eat and sleep and poop. Joe and Rebecca had their ten year anniversary when Deb was five and announced that they were welcoming baby number three at some point that year. Deb was more excited because Carrie was growing up and getting boring.
When she started school, Deb discovered that she was a little bit strange -because the other kids all made friends with each other and she just, sort of, didn't. It wasn't that she didn't talk, it was just that she didn't really talk. Deb made up stories to keep people from getting too interested -she didn't really want to share her little sister or brother with that weird person who mentioned loving kids. She was the sort of girl that was there, but no one really knew. She liked it this way.
Days were filled with imagination, reading and writing and daydreaming about things that would be exciting and unusual and something fun. Deb found that she liked that more than talking and playing and hanging out. She became somewhat reclusive; she didn't go to parties or hang outs, never went to the dances (it wasn't like anyone asked her anyway, she was just that average girl from school that everyone looked past). Her passion for writing grew and Deb decided the journalism was where her future was.
Problem was that she had a little bit of a ... well, an unconventional style of 'reporting'. That nuclear factory in Tokyo? Totally a front for the robot army they're building. The moon landing? Totally just chilling out in the Arctic. Don't get her started on Lee Harvey Oswald, or AIDS, or Elvis, or UFOs, or a whole lot of other stuff that she could go on about for hours.
It's partially why she doesn't exactly have 'friends'. She was 'weird' and 'off the wall' and 'wrote those really stupid things that made Scientology look like it made sense'. It never really bothered Debra all that much. She went to school, did her thing, came home and worked her way through conspiracy theories online. It was there that she made friends, people who understood like her, people who were searching all the same.
Debra taught herself how to program, she taught herself computer coding and hacking and eventually used it to formulate her own reports. She runs a blog that keeps getting hits throughout the conspiracy theory community, even if it's a joke to most other people.
Finishing up high school however, meant that she needed to find something to do, something serious. She refused to go to Fairfield University -far too close to home, far too embroiled in all her high school friends. She was almost set to go to Benjamin Franklin Education Center, just south of Bridgeport, when her Nana Midi, her mom's mom, called and stated that, if Debra could get in, she'd pay for tuition at NYA.
Nana Midi was a small time stage actress turned director turned screen writer who, after graduating from NYADA, turned into some kind of eccentric older Jewish woman. Debra really didn't care, Nana Midi was always pretty cool.
So, apply to NYA, Debra decided to specialise in Political Science and work on her journalism later, figuring out the politics of the nation were much more important, and to keep her Nana happy, she opted for a minor in Film and Television studies in her sophomore year of studying.
Not that she thinks that it'll be any different than high school, what with people just not getting it.