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Main Characters
Mary:
A nurse and almost a nun, Mary is fastidious about her personal appearance, her clothing and her home. She wears white - not off white or near white, but pure, clean, bright, sterile, germ-free, unrelenting white. She wears a white uniform at work and white everything before and after work, always, without fail. Protecting herself and others from germs and evil is her vocation, avocation, and life's driving force. Mentally cloistered from the world, she is immensely disciplined. She maintains a rigorous training schedule (running two miles a day), eats moderately, does not smoke or take drugs, rarely drinks alcohol and when she does, it is only in moderation.
Compounding her task of saving herself and others from evil is the unmitigated fact that she is jaw dropping – trip on the stairs - fall down – bang your head - drop dead gorgeous. Tall and slender with a swimmer's shoulders and a dancer's grace she strides purposefully, dutifully, as her long auburn hair flows enticing around ocean blue eyes that beckon the innocent, like sirens in a troubled sea.
Jane:
Jane is short (she would say petite), dark (she would say exotic), and cute (she would say elegant or glamorous or stunning or anything but cute). She is brilliant, but undisciplined. She speaks four languages and curses in twelve. She is a spoiled only child who expects to get her own way in all things at all times.
She drinks too much, occasionally takes a pill or seven, and smokes as often as she quits. She has never met a mirror she didn't like. When on her own time she wears a lot of hardware inserted here and there, seen and unseen.
She respects and admires the attributes of dead people - they don't change and they don't talk back. Despite her shortcomings, of which there are many, she manages.
Jane always wears black, decorates her home in black, buys cars in black and sketches in black. Black is a comfort. It doesn't have nuance. It is what it is. When you tell someone black, they know what it is, they accept it, and they don't try to change it.
David:
Tall (six foot one), blond, and athletic, he moves with aesthetic grace. He's anchorman handsome and he knows it. To David scheming is not something you do, it's who you are. It's part of life, like eating, sleeping and breathing.
There's a pot of gold waiting out there for him. He feels it. He smells it. He wants it. He deserves it. And he'll have it as soon as he develops the "killer" plan.
Everything in life can be done the right way or the easy way. Some would say the right way or the wrong way, but (according to David) they simply don't understand.
But once a plan is developed and he becomes committed; David is tenacious, obstinate, single-minded, goal directed, and driven - like a blood hound on the trail of fresh blood.
Jonathan:
Jonathan would have made a good teacher or an even better psychologist or psychiatrist. He has substance and ethics and a trusted moral compass. He is bright enough. But his father owns a marketing firm and Jonathan chose marketing to please (or honor) his father. Coincidentally, David also chose marketing.
Early on, Jonathan imprinted on David like a dazzled duckling fresh out of the egg - before he knew what he was doing – before he knew what David was doing – before he knew David. So, one could justifiably say that none of what follows is Jonathan's fault.
Jonathan is short, dark, hairy and thick (not fat or muscular, just thick). At twenty five he already has a creeping bald spot on the back of his head. He's neither handsome nor ugly and he's not bland either. He's just Jonathan, the witty guy who always has your back, who never offends, who you can always trust. You don't think about how he looks because you don't have to, he's always there for you.
Anson:
Tall with long brown hair Anson vacillates between thin and gaunt depending upon his aberrant work cycle. He owns four black slacks, six white shirts, three pairs of tennis shoes, two ties, and seven pocket protectors - theoretically, one for each day of the week, when he remembers
such things. The son of an oil tycoon senator, Anson chose the green road much to his father's consternation, and works as an energy engineer developing wind power at a small plant in North Dakota.
Tired of working twenty to thirty hours straight and then sleeping a dozen or more hours to catch up, Anson developed FCME (Full Consciousness Mental Emersion). On occasion, he has used FCME to great positive effect. But, like many new experimental approaches, it has a few bugs - yet to be worked out.
Mary:
A nurse and almost a nun, Mary is fastidious about her personal appearance, her clothing and her home. She wears white - not off white or near white, but pure, clean, bright, sterile, germ-free, unrelenting white. She wears a white uniform at work and white everything before and after work, always, without fail. Protecting herself and others from germs and evil is her vocation, avocation, and life's driving force. Mentally cloistered from the world, she is immensely disciplined. She maintains a rigorous training schedule (running two miles a day), eats moderately, does not smoke or take drugs, rarely drinks alcohol and when she does, it is only in moderation.
Compounding her task of saving herself and others from evil is the unmitigated fact that she is jaw dropping – trip on the stairs - fall down – bang your head - drop dead gorgeous. Tall and slender with a swimmer's shoulders and a dancer's grace she strides purposefully, dutifully, as her long auburn hair flows enticing around ocean blue eyes that beckon the innocent, like sirens in a troubled sea.
Jane:
Jane is short (she would say petite), dark (she would say exotic), and cute (she would say elegant or glamorous or stunning or anything but cute). She is brilliant, but undisciplined. She speaks four languages and curses in twelve. She is a spoiled only child who expects to get her own way in all things at all times.
She drinks too much, occasionally takes a pill or seven, and smokes as often as she quits. She has never met a mirror she didn't like. When on her own time she wears a lot of hardware inserted here and there, seen and unseen.
She respects and admires the attributes of dead people - they don't change and they don't talk back. Despite her shortcomings, of which there are many, she manages.
Jane always wears black, decorates her home in black, buys cars in black and sketches in black. Black is a comfort. It doesn't have nuance. It is what it is. When you tell someone black, they know what it is, they accept it, and they don't try to change it.
David:
Tall (six foot one), blond, and athletic, he moves with aesthetic grace. He's anchorman handsome and he knows it. To David scheming is not something you do, it's who you are. It's part of life, like eating, sleeping and breathing.
There's a pot of gold waiting out there for him. He feels it. He smells it. He wants it. He deserves it. And he'll have it as soon as he develops the "killer" plan.
Everything in life can be done the right way or the easy way. Some would say the right way or the wrong way, but (according to David) they simply don't understand.
But once a plan is developed and he becomes committed; David is tenacious, obstinate, single-minded, goal directed, and driven - like a blood hound on the trail of fresh blood.
Jonathan:
Jonathan would have made a good teacher or an even better psychologist or psychiatrist. He has substance and ethics and a trusted moral compass. He is bright enough. But his father owns a marketing firm and Jonathan chose marketing to please (or honor) his father. Coincidentally, David also chose marketing.
Early on, Jonathan imprinted on David like a dazzled duckling fresh out of the egg - before he knew what he was doing – before he knew what David was doing – before he knew David. So, one could justifiably say that none of what follows is Jonathan's fault.
Jonathan is short, dark, hairy and thick (not fat or muscular, just thick). At twenty five he already has a creeping bald spot on the back of his head. He's neither handsome nor ugly and he's not bland either. He's just Jonathan, the witty guy who always has your back, who never offends, who you can always trust. You don't think about how he looks because you don't have to, he's always there for you.
Anson:
Tall with long brown hair Anson vacillates between thin and gaunt depending upon his aberrant work cycle. He owns four black slacks, six white shirts, three pairs of tennis shoes, two ties, and seven pocket protectors - theoretically, one for each day of the week, when he remembers
such things. The son of an oil tycoon senator, Anson chose the green road much to his father's consternation, and works as an energy engineer developing wind power at a small plant in North Dakota.
Tired of working twenty to thirty hours straight and then sleeping a dozen or more hours to catch up, Anson developed FCME (Full Consciousness Mental Emersion). On occasion, he has used FCME to great positive effect. But, like many new experimental approaches, it has a few bugs - yet to be worked out.