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loisfuckinglane) wrote2010-09-07 08:27 pm
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EMAIL: kiwi4ever13[at]hotmail[dot]com
AIM: thegreatmuldini
WIKI NAME: --
CHARACTERS: N/A
CHARACTER NAME: Lois Joanne Lane
FANDOM: Smallville
CANON: S8, Post finale, when she activates the Legion ring and is zapped to ~another dimension~
WHAT THEY LOST:
Lois is losing her memories of her cousin Chloe Sullivan. These are incredibly important to her, because Chloe has been the family member in her life who she has actually connected with in a way that wasn't based on expectations being met. Chloe is honestly the best friend she's got, and for her to lose the memory of having that is only going to fuel her independent spirit more, and also ramp up the inherent loneliness she often feels, and is pretty good at keeping masked.
ABOUT THE CHARACTER:
Lois' personality is most heavily influenced by her unusual childhood as an army brat, and her relationship with her father and sister. Living in a military environment with a father who held her to incredibly high standards turned her into the tough as nails, stubborn, irrepressible and incredibly driven person that she is. Since her mother died when she was very young, she was without a real female role model, and it shows in her more aggressively masculine demeanor. She's able to run with the boys in every department: whether kicking butt with karate, winning drinking contests against frat boys, or just holding her ground when anyone tries to boss her around. She's always quick to rise to a challenge; as Clark puts it, when things get difficult, that's when she gets interested.
Lois has a strong sense of curiosity and justice, which makes it really difficult to throw her off a scent - a skill that later will serve her in her career as a journalist. This sense of morality no doubt comes partly from growing up in a culture of intense patriotism - though Lois has been known to bend or break a few rules to achieve that justice. This also might come from her father partly, as he's been involved in some shady practices of his own.
Having been forced to all but raise her baby sister made Lois grow up very quickly, and as a result, she's always ready to take responsibility or take action in situations, and she has very little patience for whiners or those who sit back and expect things to be handed to them. She's fiercely protective of not just Lucy, but of everyone she loves. When she learns of mysterious circumstances surrounding her cousin's death, she immediately launches an investigation for herself, with no hesitation.
Lois talks ... a lot. Her abrasive personality and sharp-tongued sense of humor aren't for everybody, and they occasionally get her into trouble. She'd been known to butt heads with authority figures, and she can strike some people as irritating in her persistence and by being so opinionated about... everything. Her spontaneous nature often translates to talking without really thinking things through, and she can be accidentally offensive as a result. Sometimes she's brash to the point of extreme recklessness, and she's been known to throw herself into dangerous situations because she didn't think ahead.
Lois is used to hiding her emotions, since she grew up in an atmosphere where crying equated to weakness. She tends to mask a lot of her feelings behind a wall of sarcasm and humor, and when she does open up about her emotions, there's usually a deep degree of bitterness there. She hides a lot of inner resentment at her father, and how his job always came before his family. Her relationship with her father has a certain degree of distance in it (she only refers to him as "the General" rather than "dad"), which translates to a lot of relationships in her life. One of her greatest fears lies in the thought of ending up in relationships with people who, like her father, will have a destiny and duty that is so much more important than her, that she'll end up left behind constantly. She wants desperately to matter to someone, and it's one reason she drives herself so hard - initially for her father's approval, but increasingly because she wants to prove things to herself, rather than doing them for him.
Lois is a well of pop culture references, which indicates just how much time she's spent watching TV, etc. Her musical tastes veer away from the popular "young" choices, and she prefers the kind of classic rock favored by the military guys she grew up around. 80s rock is her favorite, and Whitesnake is her favorite band.
THIRD-PERSON WRITING SAMPLE:
Corn, corn, corn, corn, more corn, lone cow in a field.
"Really shaking up the view there, Smallville," Lois murmured aloud, her car locked steadfastly in cruise control as she drove along the long, flat expanse of road. "Don't strain yourself."
The hollow attempt at humor might have worked better if there were someone else in the car, but as it stood, she wasn't really fooling herself.
Her cousin - her always smiling, crazy theory spewing kook of a cousin, her Chloe - had died here. And as charmingly flat and dull and less-than-thrilling as the scenery might have been, she knew there were secrets buried here, and she was determined to weed them out herself.
It was still difficult to actually think of her as gone. It'd be three months, and she still had a hard time facing it. But there was work to be done, and someone had to do the avenging that apparently had to go down, if that video of Chloe's was any indication. And to be honest, focusing on unraveling some kind of mystery was much easier than mourning. And focusing on being outraged that Lionel Luthor might walk out of jail any day when he was probably involved in her death? Even easier.
No one had dared to question yet why Lois hadn't gone to the funeral. It was better that way, because she wasn't about to lie and give them some excuse. But telling the truth was hard as hell. Even telling it to herself.
The clouds started moving in, as if mirroring her thoughts.
"That's just great," she grumbled, resisting the urge to fumble for a cigarette. "You can keep your meteorological metaphors to yourself, world. Doing fine without them over here."
As if in direct response, lightning growled in the distance.
Her own growl rivaled it pretty well as she stepped on the accelerator. If she had any luck, maybe she could beat the storm.
It might help, however, if she knew where the hell she was.
FIRST-PERSON WRITING SAMPLE:
So, first impressions of Smallville:
Getting knocked off the road by some seriously inconsiderate lightning while lost in the first place? Bad. Meeting a guy who'd had his brain, and apparently clothes, fried by said lightning? Hello Kansas. No jokes about knowing how to grow things out on the farm though, I promise. Too easy.
Anyways.
Being saddled with said naked amnesiac, and spending some less-than-quality time trapped at the hospital as a result was really not part of the plan for launching my investigation. But it turns out this wasn't just any pantless wandering wonder - Señor Frankenstein was exactly the guy I came to town to talk to. The same one who might have information on my cousin's death.
Talk about a stroke of luck.
So I followed him home to his Old McDonald ranch, after spending a couple amazing hours sleeping in my car, joy of joys, but his mom turned me away.
Little does she know, it's not so easy getting rid of me.
She said she'll have him call though, if he remembers anything. Interrogating a lobotomy patient probably wouldn't be very rewarding in the first place, but I have to try. Nowhere else to turn at this point.
Though sitting around and waiting for a call?
Not exactly my style either.
INTENT: I don't have -specific- plans for Lois there yet, other thanbothering Clark getting up in numerous grills in an attempt to eke out that Story of a Lifetime. Yes, even stuck here, she's still not going to let her insatiable curiosity fall to the wayside.
As for why I'm drawn to playing Lois, she's actually one of my favorite fictional heroines, and her Smallville incarnation in particular speaks to me in a lot of ways. I love her snark, and the way in which she relates to others. She's not the only person I play who has a military background and I'm also really drawn to characters who have a tendency to handle their emotions in the way she does.
Plus, she's got great hair. :')
JOURNAL:
dancinpenguins EMAIL: kiwi4ever13[at]hotmail[dot]com
AIM: thegreatmuldini
WIKI NAME: --
CHARACTERS: N/A
CHARACTER NAME: Lois Joanne Lane
FANDOM: Smallville
CANON: S8, Post finale, when she activates the Legion ring and is zapped to ~another dimension~
WHAT THEY LOST:
Lois is losing her memories of her cousin Chloe Sullivan. These are incredibly important to her, because Chloe has been the family member in her life who she has actually connected with in a way that wasn't based on expectations being met. Chloe is honestly the best friend she's got, and for her to lose the memory of having that is only going to fuel her independent spirit more, and also ramp up the inherent loneliness she often feels, and is pretty good at keeping masked.
ABOUT THE CHARACTER:
Lois' personality is most heavily influenced by her unusual childhood as an army brat, and her relationship with her father and sister. Living in a military environment with a father who held her to incredibly high standards turned her into the tough as nails, stubborn, irrepressible and incredibly driven person that she is. Since her mother died when she was very young, she was without a real female role model, and it shows in her more aggressively masculine demeanor. She's able to run with the boys in every department: whether kicking butt with karate, winning drinking contests against frat boys, or just holding her ground when anyone tries to boss her around. She's always quick to rise to a challenge; as Clark puts it, when things get difficult, that's when she gets interested.
Lois has a strong sense of curiosity and justice, which makes it really difficult to throw her off a scent - a skill that later will serve her in her career as a journalist. This sense of morality no doubt comes partly from growing up in a culture of intense patriotism - though Lois has been known to bend or break a few rules to achieve that justice. This also might come from her father partly, as he's been involved in some shady practices of his own.
Having been forced to all but raise her baby sister made Lois grow up very quickly, and as a result, she's always ready to take responsibility or take action in situations, and she has very little patience for whiners or those who sit back and expect things to be handed to them. She's fiercely protective of not just Lucy, but of everyone she loves. When she learns of mysterious circumstances surrounding her cousin's death, she immediately launches an investigation for herself, with no hesitation.
Lois talks ... a lot. Her abrasive personality and sharp-tongued sense of humor aren't for everybody, and they occasionally get her into trouble. She'd been known to butt heads with authority figures, and she can strike some people as irritating in her persistence and by being so opinionated about... everything. Her spontaneous nature often translates to talking without really thinking things through, and she can be accidentally offensive as a result. Sometimes she's brash to the point of extreme recklessness, and she's been known to throw herself into dangerous situations because she didn't think ahead.
Lois is used to hiding her emotions, since she grew up in an atmosphere where crying equated to weakness. She tends to mask a lot of her feelings behind a wall of sarcasm and humor, and when she does open up about her emotions, there's usually a deep degree of bitterness there. She hides a lot of inner resentment at her father, and how his job always came before his family. Her relationship with her father has a certain degree of distance in it (she only refers to him as "the General" rather than "dad"), which translates to a lot of relationships in her life. One of her greatest fears lies in the thought of ending up in relationships with people who, like her father, will have a destiny and duty that is so much more important than her, that she'll end up left behind constantly. She wants desperately to matter to someone, and it's one reason she drives herself so hard - initially for her father's approval, but increasingly because she wants to prove things to herself, rather than doing them for him.
Lois is a well of pop culture references, which indicates just how much time she's spent watching TV, etc. Her musical tastes veer away from the popular "young" choices, and she prefers the kind of classic rock favored by the military guys she grew up around. 80s rock is her favorite, and Whitesnake is her favorite band.
THIRD-PERSON WRITING SAMPLE:
Corn, corn, corn, corn, more corn, lone cow in a field.
"Really shaking up the view there, Smallville," Lois murmured aloud, her car locked steadfastly in cruise control as she drove along the long, flat expanse of road. "Don't strain yourself."
The hollow attempt at humor might have worked better if there were someone else in the car, but as it stood, she wasn't really fooling herself.
Her cousin - her always smiling, crazy theory spewing kook of a cousin, her Chloe - had died here. And as charmingly flat and dull and less-than-thrilling as the scenery might have been, she knew there were secrets buried here, and she was determined to weed them out herself.
It was still difficult to actually think of her as gone. It'd be three months, and she still had a hard time facing it. But there was work to be done, and someone had to do the avenging that apparently had to go down, if that video of Chloe's was any indication. And to be honest, focusing on unraveling some kind of mystery was much easier than mourning. And focusing on being outraged that Lionel Luthor might walk out of jail any day when he was probably involved in her death? Even easier.
No one had dared to question yet why Lois hadn't gone to the funeral. It was better that way, because she wasn't about to lie and give them some excuse. But telling the truth was hard as hell. Even telling it to herself.
The clouds started moving in, as if mirroring her thoughts.
"That's just great," she grumbled, resisting the urge to fumble for a cigarette. "You can keep your meteorological metaphors to yourself, world. Doing fine without them over here."
As if in direct response, lightning growled in the distance.
Her own growl rivaled it pretty well as she stepped on the accelerator. If she had any luck, maybe she could beat the storm.
It might help, however, if she knew where the hell she was.
FIRST-PERSON WRITING SAMPLE:
So, first impressions of Smallville:
Getting knocked off the road by some seriously inconsiderate lightning while lost in the first place? Bad. Meeting a guy who'd had his brain, and apparently clothes, fried by said lightning? Hello Kansas. No jokes about knowing how to grow things out on the farm though, I promise. Too easy.
Anyways.
Being saddled with said naked amnesiac, and spending some less-than-quality time trapped at the hospital as a result was really not part of the plan for launching my investigation. But it turns out this wasn't just any pantless wandering wonder - Señor Frankenstein was exactly the guy I came to town to talk to. The same one who might have information on my cousin's death.
Talk about a stroke of luck.
So I followed him home to his Old McDonald ranch, after spending a couple amazing hours sleeping in my car, joy of joys, but his mom turned me away.
Little does she know, it's not so easy getting rid of me.
She said she'll have him call though, if he remembers anything. Interrogating a lobotomy patient probably wouldn't be very rewarding in the first place, but I have to try. Nowhere else to turn at this point.
Though sitting around and waiting for a call?
Not exactly my style either.
INTENT: I don't have -specific- plans for Lois there yet, other than
As for why I'm drawn to playing Lois, she's actually one of my favorite fictional heroines, and her Smallville incarnation in particular speaks to me in a lot of ways. I love her snark, and the way in which she relates to others. She's not the only person I play who has a military background and I'm also really drawn to characters who have a tendency to handle their emotions in the way she does.
Plus, she's got great hair. :')