Name:  Rebecca Stephenson<br/>Age:     31<br/>Appearance (real pictures only. Also add any other descriptions of your character you would like):<br/><div class="floatright">(http://img21.imageshack.us/img21/1057/beccad.jpg)</div>Specialty: Psychoanalysis, specializes in individual treatment<br/>Sexuality: Bisexual but prefers females.<br/>Gender: Female<br/>Ons: (for your character as well as for you) http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=102977.0 (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=102977.0)<br/>Offs:<br/>Personality: Cold, calculating and meticulously logical.  She prefers to deal with people one at a time, focusing her attention until she has them fully figured out.  Her actual demeanor, however, can shift and sway like the wind to whatever is best needed for her purposes.<br/><br/>Biography:  They say that the brain is one of the final frontiers, something to be explored and deeply understood in order to let her fully understand a person.  Rebecca never saw things that way, never really understood the saying.  To her, most people are rather simplistic beings guided by natures which force them along preconceived paths.  Granted, there are those scant few minds which truly require dedication and research, but to her, the process always felt more like safecracking and less like a mystery.<br/><br/>Rebecca was born the only child to two doting parents who always did anything they could to please her, everything they could to please her.  It didn't take Rebecca long to figure them out: she had to play a delicate line of being satisfied enough to let them relax and unsatisfied enough to keep them focused on her, without burning them out in the process.  She used to have a kitten named Jinxy, but it ran away; Rebecca still sometimes despises the beast as one of the few things she could never manage to train.<br/><br/>She knew she wasn't the first person to see things in such light, of course.  The few professors she'd attempted to share this theory with only thought her deluded at best, sadistic at worst.  However, each of them had their own little secrets, things that they needed to keep their lives going down happy paths.  There were too many things she outright ignored or disagreed with to get excellent grades in the normal way, but combinations of blackmail, coercion and sometimes using other students helped keep her GPA high enough to get a preferred status.<br/><br/>If psychoanalysis is like safecracking, then medication is only the tools of the trade.  Sometimes it was best to work someone in a particular way, especially when she didn't have a lot of time or simply grew bored with the more conventional methods.<br/><br/>She doesn't see it that she has her own way.  She sees it that other people are quite capable enough of doing things the normal, boring and tedious ways, and that's what orderlies are for.  Her talents are something special and are best reserved for a place where they can be properly expressed.  So far it seems that Rosanam will be that place.<br/><br/>Medical history or resume for character:<br/><br/>St. Victoria's University - Doctorate in Psychoanalysis and Minor in Philosophy - Graduated with honors<br/>Open Hearts Medical School - Graduated with honors<br/>Residency in Clemency Hospital (across the country)<br/><br/>Write a post regarding how your character joined Rosanam:<br/><br/>The soft click-click-click of heels marched their way across the concrete as Rebecca walked along up towards the building.  "Careful with those bags, hun," she said with a sweet smile to two of the orderlies, who were heavily bogged down with some of her luggage.  She couldn't help but be a little excited at the prospect, having a number of patients that she'd be able to work with in her own manner instead of just having to follow the usual methods.  The co-directors had quite an interesting idea in this place; she couldn't wait to see how it would pan out.<br/><br/>As soon as she stepped inside, something about the feel of the place seemed to captivate her.  She felt at home in a way she couldn't explain, as if something about her senses instantly realized that this place would be filled with people who could actually use her assistance.  She briefly found herself wondering whether this was what love at first sight felt like, but the question was academic.  "The elevator is this way, Dr. Stephenson," the orderly mentioned, but she gave him a soft smile of assurance.<br/><br/>"Yes, I know.  I'm going to take a bit of a walk around the grounds.  Would you mind terribly setting up my computer?"  A tiny burst of white teeth slipped from between pink rose petal lips.  "I won't be long, and I have your cell phone number just in case I get lost."  She missed the ruby lipstick she usually wore, but with at least one of these patients, the change would be necessary.<br/><br/>The orderly paused, wanting to argue or come up with some reason not to agree, but she'd already thought of everything.  He simply ended up nodding, "Very well," and turned down the hallway.<br/><br/>She'd seen maps of the place, of course, and she was easily able to find her way around.  A simple brown box with a room name, however, did little to display the majesty of polished equipment, or several lined up tables of the dining room, or so many other things that she wanted to see in person.