Dr. Silvia Sarkozi Ph. D (Finished)

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Doctor Silvia Sarkozi Ph. D

....the mask

Your Name: Shaggy
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How long have you been roleplaying?: No idea. Couple years.
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...basic character information

Birth Name: Silvia Sarkozi
Nickname: Oz.
Gender: Female
Age: 45
Birth date: December 19th
Major: Doctorate in Philosophy with a minor in Sociology, Masters in Psychology with a Minor in English.
Classes:
introduction to philosophy
cognitive psychology
creative writing 101
Animal Identity: Indiana Bat

...personality

Likes:

• Anything out of the ordinary.
  
• A good romantic comedy. She's got a thing for romance, not that she'd ever say that.
  
• A good book. She's an avid reader, and considers herself a professional reader. She takes down a book a night, unless it's really long, than it might take her a couple days. She writes notes all over the book so she can know her thoughts if she reads it again. She generally does so.
  
• Hanging upside down.
  
• The Stage/Plays.
  
• Old movies.
  
• Anything FUN.
  
• Sarcasm.
  
• A good smile. (After all, it is your best accessory)
  
• Herself. She's quite a proud person.
  
• Younger men.
  
• The truth.
  
• Going against the beliefs of society.
  
• Trouble, as long as it's not her job or against her education.
  
• Puns. You can get on her good side with the lowest form of humor, easily.
  
• Satirical articles.
  
• Pig Latin.
  

Dislikes:

• Overly serious people, though, she won't go as far as hating them.
  
• Politics.
  
• Sexist.
  
• Racists.
  
• The Government.
  
• Most authority. She's grown up at least a little since she was younger.
  
• Blood. It's actually something that makes her quite queasy.
  
• Hard candies.
  
• Teen comedies.
  
• Bullies.
  
• People that try and put her ideas down.
  
• Being cornered.
  
• Losing the respect of her students.
  
• Her mother.
  Fears:
  
  • Blood.
    
  • Hearing loss.
    
  • Seeing her mother again. If the old bitch is still alive.
    
  • Poisonous spiders.
    
  
  Strengths:
  
  • Outgoing.
    
  • Very social.
    
  • Good listener.
    
  • Good sense of humor.
    
  • Doesn't hold grudges, most of the time.
    
  
  Weaknesses:
  
  • Is a little farfetched sometimes.
    
  • Can appear to be... quite insane in her beliefs and in the way she teaches.
    
  • Doesn't believe much in boundaries.
    
  • Isn't always the best at giving what most would consider good advice.
    
  • ...says things that a lot of people can take offensively.
    
  
  Overall: [400 words minimum]
  
  
  “The low moaning sound that protruded from their mouths was a bone-chilling call of the unimaginative. Their slow and liquid steps were those of that they had come to know. That knock in their step that came from the normality of their moves. It came from the habit of following each other down a storm of unoriginality, of which would only end in the rotting corpse of once upon a time was a growing child. A child that comes into a world that expects so much and yet gives so little to these children. A child that is changed by society solely on beliefs and expectations. The death of originality. The death of a future dreamer. Welcome zombies, to the hell that is considered life. Welcome zombies and all future children of zombies. Catch the unbelievers and bring them down to your level. Once young and beautiful minds are thrust into a movement not of their own. The decaying flesh of lost ideas and morals that comes from moving along society and ignoring ones own ideas. Or maybe the decaying flesh of keeping one's mouth shut when much is to be said. The objective mouth to that of the belief of others' is sewn shut. Society, the A &P of the world.”
  
  To put it simply, she believes that all people have come into a society that treats those that are different wrongly. As if they push the uniqueness out of everyone. She believes that anyone that has an idea out of societies belief, that they are a true being. As if anyone that is a part of society, and their beliefs are flawed. She doesn't believe that the laws should be disobeyed exactly. She believes that many need to be changed, and she believes that there will never be equality if people don't start opening their minds. She's an existentialist at heart, and forever goes in a direction, blaming only herself for her actions. She believes that she controls her own life, and that if she negates society from the pull on her that she will be able to keep that control of her life. And with that, she thinks an education is one of the most important parts to her independence.
  
  She is the type of person to do what isn't expected. If she's expected to walk in quietly to a movie, she will absolutely come in talking on her phone as if she doesn't have any sense. She knows what she's doing, and, in fact, she writes down every attempt she makes “upon society” as research. She will do anything to pressure social interaction and to change the minds of others, that being different is okay. She is the type of person that won't force a change, but will make all attempts to open eyes. She is a true believer in understanding through doing. She's the type of childish person to place a dare upon someone in order to try and get them to do something they've never done.
  
  As a younger woman she used to do very far fetched things, including walking into a wal-mart in a bikini during the winter season in Indiana. She does everything she does upon “research”. She will speak pig-latin in line at a store, not only because she enjoys pig latin, but because she likes to see how people of society react differently to the way that she acts. Her philosophy has very much to do with being your own person. She believes that you should do as you please as long as you know the price. As long as you that what you do will have it's consequences. It's something that she has always lived by since she can remember.
  
  She enjoys herself. Almost a hedonist, she spends money lucratively and will buy something she sees that she likes. She has a big thing for shoes and has quite a large closet full of them. With that, she is also the type of person to go overboard on “fun.” She'll drink too much. Smoke too much. Eat too much. To the point where she is known to vomit by the end of the night. She'll wake up sore from dancing all night or even find herself in a place she barely remembers next to a man she barely remembers. She goes too far sometimes, if not a good percentage of the time.
  
  She's bold in her actions and doesn't second guess herself because in all reality, she has no shame. She will do the inappropriate to a fault. She doesn't enjoy getting in trouble and WILL place consequences before when it comes to certain aspects of her life, school for example. She enjoys her students and would never wish to make them uncomfortable, but she does always forewarn them that her classes are never like any other that they will take part in. She's loving enough, but she's actually quite conceited and loves herself more than anything. If it's going to destroy her true happiness then she's probably not going to put herself out there.
  
  With that, she fears love. Because she doesn't believe that anyone will ever be “the perfect one.” She believes that men are way to faulty to ever understand her, and she thinks of them as just something to have fun with much of the time. That is not to say she isn't a true romantic on the inside. She wishes to fall in love but at the same time sees it as a near impossibility.
  

...appearance

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Celebrity Play By: Julia Roberts
Appearance: [400 words minimum]
She's actually a pretty small woman. Her weight fluctuates quite a bit, given that she's finally getting up there in age and she doesn't have the metabolism of a teenager anymore. She stays at the normal body weight that she should be, most of the time, but as she is a bit of a party-girl, that does tend to go more on the “few extra pounds” part of the ratio, but she really isn't one to be too bothered about such things. She stays about a 6-8 in the pant size. She's about 5'3, and has a wide smile. She's always been a talker, and she likes to joke that her smile has much to do with that. She considers her smile her best asset. Her hair is a dirty blond, though she does tend to dye it here or there, preferring the red. She's found gray hairs here or there that she blames on the stress of society.

She wears some makeup, but in all honesty it isn't much. She doesn't fret over her looks, and she never will. She has curly hair that reaches just at her shoulders. She cuts it if it gets any longer not really wanting to deal with it everyday. It's known for being quite messy given that she's actually quite lazy when it comes to primping. She doesn't wear many accessories, though she always has the watch on her wrist and her iPhone attached to her hip, or even her palm. She's known to dance in public with her music blasting from the iPhone, just because she can. She tends to wear running shoes or flats. She's not a fan of heels, but she does own quite a few shoes and depending on how she's feeling she'll wear them. When it comes to clothes, she is haphazardly. There are times when she dresses up in a dress suit, and others when she prefers jeans and a button up shirt with flipflops. It depends on her mood and how she's feeling that day.

Her form is only between 2-3 ounces in size. She's about 4-5 inches long with a very hairy body. Small hairs cover all of her body including on the very flexible tail on her back when she is able to use it very much like a monkey would. Because of this, she is very closely related to the monkies. Her fingers are only a few inches in size with small hands on the tip that she uses for walking. Her ears aren't as large as many of the bats, but are pretty large in general given her small size. She is brown in color, though there is silver on her chest to distinctively show her species of bat.

...history

Parents: Isabella Sarkozi. Father Unknown.
Siblings: A few half siblings. She doesn't even know their names.
[400 words minimum]
Oh dear. If one had met the Sarkozi family when it was at large they might have many stories to tell. Isabella was born into the criminal life, and to say she was sane would have been a fatal lie. She was the party girl that liked to test all limits. Never staying in one place one might have called her a wanderer. Job to job, she was known for taking cash and running. Scams and small crimes ended her in jail by the time she was 24. Out five years later she didn't really change her roll. Then came the 60's. Drugs, peace and love were big in her life. Joining the hippy movement she fit in real well. Beatles Mania and make love not war. She got pregnant in 1965, giving birth to her first and only female child. A daughter that she didn't really want.

She didn't end her partying stage too quickly, and in fact, she nearly lost her child before she was even a year old. Little Miss Silvia got by only because she happened to know the man on duty that evening when they had come to take her child. A little too well, actually. Getting away that time, she whisked her daughter away with her on her little adventures. Even using her in some of her scams, their impending breakup didn't happen until 1975, where Isabella finally got arrested. Taken away at the age of 9, nearly 10, she was put into a foster family where she found herself at odds with not only how she had been raised but with the children that she grew up around.

She found herself questioning everything, and struggled in “proper socialization”. She was inappropriate, loud and quickly moved from place to place with her little violence problem. She wasn't angry, per se, she was just... defiant. She didn't enjoy authority in the slightest, and though some might have thought she would have suffered in her education, she did not. In fact, by the time she was 13 she had already skipped a few grades, and through this, many suggested that she might have a certain type of ADHD, or a personality disorder. With funding from the state, the testing found nothing.

Around the age of 14 would come a sudden change in her life. One that would open her eyes, and push her in the direction that she wanted to go for her education. It was a warm evening down by a lake that she spotted many moths near a light the hung over the lake near her foster home. It was a simple moment, one that might have been forgotten the very second she continued on her leisurely walk, but instead her instincts came out. The spine was her first change, and within moments her vision became not worse, as some might suggest for a bat, but more precise. Within seconds her bones had condenses and her body had been covered with fine hairs. Her nose had widened and then flattened.

Her first change was only a few blocks from her home, and she ate a feast of moths that night. When she awoke the next morning she was in the small patch of woods next to the lake and there was a wing of a moth on her tongue. It grew a rash that very day, and she found out she was rather allergic to the irritant on their wings.

It wasn't exactly the fact that she went into her studies because of the change but more of the fact that she realized she was different, just like she had thought.

It was sometime after her first change that she came upon the school by pure chance. It was pretty new back then, but she came in during her Senior year.

She graduated from High School at the age of 15.

She got into a decent school, though she quickly changed after a semester in an Indiana College, moving to California where she began her studies. It was in California that she worked, and studied full time. She got her masters by the time she was 23 in Philosophy, with a minor in Sociology. She continued her education, taking more courses in Psychology as time went by. By the time she got her doctor at the age of 39, she had gotten her Masters in Psychology with her minor in English and Education.

During her school years she began small, taking a few jobs at places she could get with only a High School diploma. As she got her diplomas, she found herself getting higher in the working field. By the time she was 28, she had gotten a job as a Philosophy teacher for the very school she had gotten her degree. Though, she went to travel in hopes that she'd get her Doctorate at the age of 35, finally obtaining her Doctorate at the age of 39. She was 40 when she had heard about the school, and since then she has been teaching at the school.

She has written two books, one on her Philosophy's on life. There are many in her studies that did not enjoy her ideas, and in fact criticize her harshly for them. Her other book is the beginning of a Fantasy series about a group of shifters. It's supposed to be a satirical comedy on society. It's actually her life in a different form.

...connecting human to animal

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She's most definitely a night person. She says that she thinks better at night, and this might have much to do with the connection to her form. She's quite odd, as to say that she's distinctively different from most, if not all people that she knows. Given that bats make up 25% of the mammal species, she believes that since her species of bat is quite endangered, she was given her form for a reason. As if to say that her kind was slowly leaving the earth. Though, she always says that there are all kinds of “mad bats” in this world, given that they're such a large portion of the mammalian species. Though she does not see better than her bat form, she does have the ability to hear quite well. Sound bounces back at her, and though she can't quite explain why, she does have larger ears than is necessary for her head.

...literacy

RP Sample[/i]
Anja watched him carefully, doing as she was told. There was this softness to him that she hadn't expected. There was obvious care in his movements. He was a good person, and that she had already suspected. He was quiet, but intelligent. Sweethearted, but seemingly afraid to show too much of himself. Maybe there was a reason for this fear, or maybe that's just how he was raised. Didn't that have much to do with it? She wondered about his childhood, and wondered if he had been so quiet as a child. She herself had not been a quiet child. Well, she'd been quieter than many, but she had always been curious. Always asking questions. Always seeking something more than what was in front of her. Daddy, why can't the sky be pink? I want it to be pink, Daddy. Why do you have so much hair on your face? Why can't I dance on the clouds? Why do I dream when I'm sleeping, and why can't I dream while I'm awake? Do you dream when you sleep or am I special, Daddy? Question upon question, pointed at her father more than another other adult.

She had lost the most important man in her life. And yet, as she watched this teacher ever so carefully, she found herself wanting to wrap her arms around him as if to bring back more of that familiar feel that he had to him. Daddy, I hurt my toe. Can you make it better? She felt the swift movement of the sadness building in her throat as she listened to him speak of her toe. Her eyes went wide when she realized what he'd have to do. It seemed almost like something her father would do. A moment of pain for her own good. The throbbing was painful, but a needle to the toe? What was this? She didn't speak, but instead she took a deep breath as he counted the one. She took another breath as he counted the two, and as she was about to take her third breath in preparation for the poke, she felt the sudden pain in her toe. She let out a yelp of surprise. The pain lasted only seconds, and by the time she was able to feel her eyes tear up the pain had already became the relief of pressure as she saw the blood edging through the small hole in her toenail. She managed a smile smile, not quite looking at him and instead felt even more like she'd found someone like her father. The room itself was just a perfect picture of her own father's room. It was worn, but neat.

She heard his tone of voice and she quickly turned her head, catching that face. It had changed much, and though she felt something catch in her throat, it wasn't for fear itself, but for the disappointment. She almost wondered if she had done something wrong. She moved slowly, unsure of why his disposition had suddenly changed. Maybe he had read her mind and she had been thinking too far into their similarities. Maybe she had scared him. Maybe she—Oh geeze, had anything happened with her shift? She felt around her body, her eyes pausing on him as he spoke his last few words. Run? She felt that disappointment turn into fear. Run?Oh Jesus. She moved away from him slowly as she saw that pale, muscled skin sprout fur. She could hear the bones cracking, and she winced . If she hadn't gone to the bathroom earlier, she was sure she would have right there when that roar erupted. She felt a whimper escape her lips. She was only inches from the door now. She swallowed hard as she hugged the side of the door with her back, slowly moving out of the room in what felt like hours but was only seconds.

And then he charged.

A loud scream escaped her lips, and she dashed out the door, attempting to slam it behind her, only to hear it hit against something with a thud. She didn't dare look back to see what had been hit, and instead her muscles pushed her. She barely noticed the blood going down her foot as she half-sprinted and half-hobbled her way down towards the steps. She slid against her own blood as she came to a halt at the steps. Three steps at a time she was down the stairwell and once again in an empty hallway. No screams escaped, but heavy breathes proceeded to leave her chest. Panic. No. This wasn't panic. This was a survival instinct. She was being hunted by a creature that had been her teacher only minutes ago. She slammed the outside door open, and fell forward, tripping over the sidewalk. Pulling herself up with all the reflexes she could find in this survival mode she got back to her feet, and was back to a hobbled sprint. Her chest pained her as she left the sidewalk and made her way towards the woods, somewhere in the direction of the beach. 

She could hear those footsteps of that powerful creature. He had been getting closer with every moment and that fall had screwed her over. She knew what she would have to do if she wanted to live to punch this teacher in the face. But... she managed a look back, and saw a flash of black and white that appeared closer than she had been hearing. A scream escaped her lips and she felt her speed pick up. Her muscled screamed with her, and her tendons threatened to give out with each pull of the muscle. Run. RUN. RUN! It was all her brain could think no—She didn't notice the large log in the darkened woods, and with a final straining of the muscle force upon force hit each other, and down she went flying, over the large log and painfully into a tree. She could have sworn she heard a snap as a pained scream escaped her lips. Back against bark, her eyes were wide as she averted her eyes in every direction, searching for the predator.

“Please.”

She whimpered lowly, “Please don't make me do it.” [/b][/i][/size]
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