Chris Dyaz May 23, 2011 21:31:50 GMT -5
Post by Chris Dyaz on May 23, 2011 21:31:50 GMT -5
ROLEPLAY EXPERIENCE: 12 years
OTHER CHARACTERS: Aniston
HOW YOU FOUND US: Imps!!!
“Don't enthrall yourself, let the penance begin. You've got to open your heart to see the confinement”
NICKNAMES: Chris – she won’t answer to Christine if she’s ever corrected you.
BIRTHDAY: June 7
OCCUPATION: Mid-Level Researcher at The Hospital, Dr. Chris Dyaz, M.D.
PLAY-BY: Simone SimonsNo longer lingering in her teenage years, Chris Dyaz would never be confused with one of the many younger girls that run around Haven. Her body has absolutely no growing left to do and she has certainly filled out her God-given frame. Of an average height for an American woman, Christine stands five foot six inches tall, usually augmenting her height with flashy heels beneath her less than flashy lab coat and pencil skirt. Her body type, when it is visible, could be described as voluptuous with soft curves and just a little too much meat on her bones. Knowing her own best assets, to be coy, she simple adores wearing a low cut shirt every now and again with long dangling jewelry. Chris has lovely rounded legs and arms, too toned to be chubby and simply a little bit thicker than is common or preferred among most women. When put into a bikini, Chris fills it out proudly, with a slightly soft tummy and a bum that keeps her swimsuit bottom stretched across it. Soft skin with a definite air of luscious femininity, the researcher prefers yoga to running and pilates to anything high impact or full of gyrating around.
The doctor’s face, on the other hand, exudes innocence. Wide crystal blue eyes with cosmetically darkened and thickened lashes dominate her appearance. Widening easily, always expressive, she often tries to keep them blank to keep others from knowing how she feels about many situations. Her features flow together seamlessly along her porcelain skin, a small aristocratic nose and high cheekbones meet at her lush lips – always painted and plumped, of course. The woman’s red hair looks to have never been cut, long and naturally straight, the locks flow down her back when unleashed, ending almost at small of her back. To keep things simple, she often pulls it back into various hairstyles, never keeping the same one for very long. Despite having nice facial features, Chris can’t really be considered a beauty; rather, she’s a little plain when just sitting around. When you really get under her skin, however, a true smile from the unusually placid woman transforms her face into something beautiful. The effect is quite striking and often causes people to feel just a little differently about her.
Dyaz’s movements are generally graceful, well planned and always accompanied by the insatiable clicking of her heels. She hums happily in the corridors, usually an unknown theme based off of classical music and tends to sound a little haunting while shuffling through files. If you’re trapped in the hospital at night, she might just scare you silly with her pale skin, icy eyes, and mournful humming. The kids (despite being the little monsters they are) have even started ghost stories just off of her mere appearance on one of their overnight stays. Sometimes, though vain about their appearance, she wears a pair of black horn rimmed readers that she simple despises. For some reason, she worries they’ll make her look old.
Chris could never be described as the Earth Mother. She isn’t warm, caring, or particularly motherly. Rather, she is a woman ruled by science, but certainty, and by results. Calculating and all-together distant, she has been known to simply walk away from a patient’s bed when she discovers something on their chart or a machine that is hooked up to their body without saying a word, just a flurry of heels and red hair. Her bedside manner is far less than satisfactory. She can deliver unfavorable results just as easily as she would the happiest news and often is taken as seeing patients as numbers rather than people.
In a personal setting, when she isn’t a researcher, Chris is actually very passionate about what she does. The Reverie and everything connected to it is simply fascinating to the woman and she will often, almost uncomfortably, pick the brains of those who are able to access it. As a person, she is rather unremarkable and doesn’t have much of a grip on personal relationships. People float in and out of her life, much more slowly now that she works in Haven, and she often gets too busy to really notice their appearance or their disappearance. The researcher is the type of person who will one day find the rock that stabilizes her and become a full person, rather than just a working shell – but as for now, work seems to be her only passion.
Chris drinks. The doctor is able to handle much more liquor than it seems a smaller woman should be physically able to do. Out of the office, she will gladly join a coworker or a former patient for a drink, maybe just to feel the cold of the glass against her hand. No one has ever seen her drunk – perhaps it would be quite an ugly, crying sight to behold. She isn’t an angry drinker, on the contrary, it seems as if she gets more prolific and educated the more booze she has in her blood.
When it comes to the children who seem to cross into the Reverie so easily, she views them as more of a research population than simply children. Something in her is able to neglect their sticky little hands and wanton little need for love in most of the people they see. In some way, she fears them, changing the way she acts toward them in the slightest, most indifferent way. She isn’t very good at giving shots or drawing blood because her hands are always cold.
Friendly enough, political enough, human enough, Chris does everything she needs to just to get by in society without being swallowed up by it.
Christine Dyaz was orphaned at a young age by parents she doesn’t really care to find. Adopted by an adorable Venezuelan couple in their forties as an infant, it became obvious to Chris at a young age that her mother and father simply weren’t her biological parents. She never asked about her birth mother and father because she honestly never needed them, her mother and father gave her all of the love her little body could handle. Not that she could ever really figure out why she should return it. Rather than adoring Mr. and Mrs. Dyaz, she respects them immensely and always tries to keep contact with them despite the remote setting of her current post.
Raised in Nevada, Chris was always viewed as a freak of nature for keeping such a fair complexion despite the sun’s harmful rays. She some how always maintained her porcelain skin through painful sunburns, one of the greatest memories of her childhood. The redhead excelled in school from an early age and at her parents bidding was enrolled in a Montessori school when she was very young. She continued the tradition of higher education than expected of her at every level and found herself skipping several grades in junior high and graduating from high school at sixteen. Had she not been such a serious child, her parents would have worried about sending her off to college at that age – but between her volunteering hours at local hospitals and her spotless school records, they figured that she was simply an old soul in a young body and decided that the sooner she could help people in the medical field, the better.
Attending college young, Chris developed an affinity for whiskey and expensive bourbon, but not for any form of narcotics. Her four undergraduate years were simply unimpressive beside her grades, alleviating her of the pain of her virginity but not igniting any true passion for sexual contact or personal contact of any form. She graduated at the top of her class with honors and continued on to medical school, compelled to discover as much about the human body as she possibly could, focusing on the neurological oddities one could develop.
When graduation drew near, she was approached with many career opportunities from prestigious establishments who shivered at the mere mention of the “prodigy’s” name but she found herself less-than intrigued by the prospects. Nothing was quite weird enough, nothing advanced enough to warrant her time and effort. Until she was approached with an opening in the research team funded for Haven and told about the attack – supposedly done while the monstrous child was asleep. Chris was fascinated. She lost sleep for weeks; tossing as she attempted to justify what little information she had been given. Finally, she gave in to the first true temptation of her life – the research that awaited her in the town of Haven. She was fine with leaving what little had begun of her life behind at first, but has grown slightly resentful of the seclusion the town, hospital, and the school it is all centered around. Sometimes, she feels a little chained to the area and wonders precisely what she has gotten herself into – especially now that the research hasn’t found any answers yet.