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Congratulations GRACIE! You’ve been accepted as ENCELADUS with a FC change to GEMMA CHAN.

Dana is such a unique character because, unlike most mutants, she knew what it was like to have a human life, and you capture that and the drastic changes between human and mutant life so well, Gracie! Reading your application, she felt like such a real person to me, with motivations and morals I could totally identify with, which makes me all the more excited to see you and her on the dash. Her desire to help people despite the moral conflict of helping a gang is a take I’m excited to see explored, and truly, I am so excited for everything she’s going to do!

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Out of Character Information:

NAME/ALIAS: Gracie

PRONOUNS: She/Her

AGE: 24

TIMEZONE & ACTIVITY LEVEL: EST & on a number scale, probably a 4-5, so about 5 replies throughout the week, if not more. I do work full-time but with ‘rona, I am WFH until further notice.

In Character Information:

DESIRED ROLE: Dana Ramone (FC change to Gemma Chan)

GENDER/PRONOUNS: cis female & she/her

DETAILS & ANALYSIS:

Dana is a contradiction in and of herself. She is constantly walking a tightrope between control and the lack-thereof, between who she was, who she could’ve been and who she is. She has always been soft but her embrace is no longer warm and inviting – it’s timid and terrified. She’s got an underlying current of fear running through her, a fear that one day she’ll not be able to catch all the broken pieces of the life she once dreamed of and that they’ll shatter once they slip through her fingers. She can no longer draw someone close without pause or hesitation– she has to think through every action now and try to predict her own reactions. She used to be so certain, so self-assured –– not proud by any means, but she used to be confident in her ability to heal. Now, even as she sutures up a wound, she’s wondering if the next moment she’ll be unintentionally opening it up again with a flare up. That’s what she calls them. Flare ups. When her hands begin to tremble and she feels power welling up inside of her like a wave before it crashes and she can’t keep it in.

She misses who she was before. When sunshine meant good days and rain meant bad ones. Now she can’t even trust the weather. She can’t even trust herself. She does her job because she’s always done her job but, even three years later, Dana still wants to do her old job at the hospital. She wants her old identifiers: MD. Surgeon. Wife. Human. Now she must live with: Level Five. Divorced. Mutant. It’s a ringing in her ear that won’t go away – a constant reminder of everything she’s not anymore. And everything she is even if she wants things to be different.

Dana adapted, slowly but surely. She cares about her fellow members. She cares about doing a good job. She’s got a big heart, always has, and that hasn’t changed just because she’s considered dangerous now. It’s one thing she can’t let change. Because if that changes then she’ll have let this new ability change everything about her. She’s still clinging to who she was. Who she knows herself to be. And she’s channelling it into the work she’s doing now. People don’t expect her to get the job done, they see her soft nature, they see her struggling for control, they see everything she’s fallen short of but when there’s a body on the table, when one of their own is suffering, they see a new side of her. She takes a breath and begins to work. Calm and collected and if she ever feels the trembling start, she talks someone else through what needs to happen, unwilling to let someone die if she has even a fraction of a chance to save them.

She may not know who she is anymore, she’s still trying to figure that out, but Dana knows she’s a healer and she holds onto that like a lifeline.

BIO:

Life is a series of befores and afters.

Dana’s first before was the year she was born.

It was the year her father and his new wife were trying to have a child. It was the one thing her father knew he wanted more than anything. To have a child with his new wife. Her father had never really known what he wanted in his life – it was one of the reasons why he and his first wife divorced. Despite having a young daughter, Angela, there were too many differences to settle, too many that even their mutual love of their daughter wouldn’t let them overlook.

So they separated and, eventually, her father married Stephanie – a young, ambitious resident who wanted a child early on in their relationship so she could continue her career. Stephanie hadn’t been planned, and her parents always reminded her of the fact, and so she was determined to plan their lives to a tee –– have a child, go back to work in a year, live the life she knew her own parents never could. It was what she wanted most and so that’s what Dana’s father wanted most.

They tried for nearly two years before Stephanie was willing to consider adoption. And though hesitant at first, when they adopted Dana – a small, bright-eyed baby with laughter on her lips and a curious gaze following wherever she looked –– it was impossible not to love her.

Dana’s first after were the years following her adoption. The years in which she grew up a kind, curious child who loved books and pillow forts and nature and picking wildflowers. She saw her sister occasionally, but she knew they were different, even from an early age. It wasn’t the fact that they didn’t look alike, nor the fact that Dana spent her weeknights in dance class and her Saturdays at swim – she knew they were different because of how people looked at Angela. Because of the words she heard floating around: Mutant. Dangerous. Different.

Her parents let her see Angela, of course, her father especially liked his daughters to spend time together but the more time she spent with her, the more Dana wondered if she’d ever get an ability like her sister. And the more time she spent with her sister, the more she realized that Angela wasn’t too fond of her.

It was another before for Dana. Before she realized that her sister wouldn’t be her best friend and they were destined to leave separate lives. Eventually, circumstances created a wedge between them and they started seeing less and less of each other.

Her next after was one of growing up and following in her mother’s footsteps. Dana had always been an intelligent young mind, curious about the world around her and the inner workers of practically everything. As a child she would ask her mother endless questions about the human body and as she grew older, those questions turned into requests for books, an interest in science and, eventually carving a path to medicine herself. She’d always been curious but she also always wanted to help people, like she saw her mom do on a daily basis. And when she was seventeen, having graduated high school a year earlier than most, she pursued her higher education at the University of Chicago. She remained there until she was twenty-five, graduating with a medical degree and a residency at Northwestern Memorial Hospital where she hoped to become a neurosurgeon.

She’d worked so hard for so long and had rarely had time for a personal life, something her parents had warned her about when she expressed a desire to go down this path. That changed when she met Alistair McGovern. He was a few years ahead of her in his residency, but of the same mind that she had –– that all of this work was so they could be equipped to help those who needed it most. So many of their fellow doctors were there to make a name for themselves, to get a big job to pay off some big loans but not Alistair. Not Dana. He was easy to love and they fell for each other within a few months of meeting.

But despite her love for him, she was always uneasy with his family. The McGoverns were a prominent family in Chicago politics, supporting anti-mutant legislation and “protective” measures for the city’s human inhabitants. They weren’t too crazy about her either, having learned about her sister but as long as Angela wasn’t brought up at family dinners, both parties could live in harmony.

They got married when she was twenty-nine and their lives just fit together, puzzle pieces finding their match. They had matching schedules, they worked in the same place, they had the same dreams and goals and plans. They didn’t want to have kids just yet, they wanted to enjoy their lives together. And they did for several years.

If only Dana had known that their time together leading up to her thirty-third birthday would become a before. Before everything went wrong.

They went out with friends for her birthday, celebrating, dancing and drinking – nothing out of the ordinary but that night she began to fill a bit off. It was small at first. A bit of vertigo (surely just a result of one drink too many), a headache (the music was loud) and cold sweats (she hadn’t eaten much that day and had had several long shifts leading up to it). Every strange feeling was easily identified by Dana and any worry dispelled by logic. By science. By medicine.

But the feeling persisted. She wasn’t sick. They thought that maybe she was expected. It hadn’t been in the plan but stranger things had happened. They’d deal with it together, Alistair assured her but the five tests she’d purchased two days later turned out negative and still, the disquieted feeling in the pit of her stomach persisted. It was like a ringing in her ear – she could forget about them occasionally but once she noticed them, it was nearly impossible to ignore.

Still, she took some time off, just a few days she’d had saved for years of not taking any time off, and after four days the symptoms subsided. She went to work the very next day, feeling lighter and better than she had in nearly a week. There was surgery scheduled and she’d never have gone in had she been feeling off. After all, operating on the brain took an almost robotic like precision that Dana excelled at in the OR. It was what she was known for – remaining calm and staying on track, even when the unexpected happened. At least, that’s what she’d always thought.

After, she’d look for the signs – for any sign of how she would’ve known what was to come. What might’ve happened. How she could’ve prevented it.

But before….she couldn’t have known. There was no way to predict that in the middle of surgery her hands would begin to shake, no way to know that those tremors would spread to the rest of her body and that she’d have to call for an emergency stop as she dropped her tools to the ground and began to shake uncontrollably. There was no way to know she should’ve warned her colleagues when she collapsed, no way to tell them to get away from her, that this wasn’t a seizure or a stroke. That the moment they huddled around her, trying to help, they’d be blasted back with a tremendous wave of energy emanating from Dana.

She couldn’t have known the events that would follow –– that the after would be hospital security rushing in as her colleagues were knocked unconscious by the blast, as alarms began going off while their patient began to code on the operating table. Later, she would learn that the only reason she wasn’t immediately detained and imprisoned was because of Alistair, and his family.

Her employment was terminated at the hospital, her files shared with the government and her credentials stripped. Even with all of this, her husband stayed by her side. Or he tried to. He really tried. He knew she hadn’t known what she was and he fought tooth and nail against his family to make sure they knew that.

She was his wife. He loved her. She was a healer, who’d killed a patient and two colleagues, landing several others in the ICU. She was a doctor, who’d had all her certifications and titles stripped. She was a good person. She was a good person. She was a good person. It’s what they both clung to in the midst of everything. But being a good person wasn’t enough. It wasn’t enough to ignore how her hands would shake for days. It wasn’t enough to stop watching her warily, for fear of a random burst of energy coming his way. It wasn’t enough to keep them in the same bed, both tossing and turning with different fears. Love wasn’t enough to deal with all of this. He divorced her six months after her powers manifested.

Another before. And this one hurt like hell. Another after. She was lost. A ship at sea, unmoored and drifting in the dark abyss her life had become. While Alistair tried to keep things quiet, tried not to make her life any harder, word got around. Eventually, Dana found herself without recourse, without a path and with the knowledge that all the years she’d poured into being a healer had amounted to nothing, all by her own hand.

But where one journey ends, another begins. Despite Northwestern’s attempt to cover it up, news had spread throughout Chicago that one of their best surgeons had been a mutant and, eight months after that first incident, she was approached by Kings Collective. They wanted her to be their doctor.

She was wary at first, the thought of joining a criminal organization a bitter taste in her mouth. But nothing was more bitter than the fact that she could barely help herself, much less others. Still, that calling she’d had from a young age –– the one she couldn’t ignore, compelled her to help others. She knew that this was the only way she could continue doing so, and hoped that maybe being a doctor again would heal the ache of the past months. She accepted their offer and has been their doctor for nearly three years now.

EXPANDED CONNECTIONS:

Angela – I would love to explore their dynamic and how they grew up/viewed each other more in depth. Also, how they view each other now, Dana with her new understanding of what it is to be a mutant/what Angela’s dealt with her entire life and Angela with what Dana is dealing with, also them being on opposing sides.

Cain – I think the difference between them is interesting, especially since Cain is so hardened by life and Dana is determined not to have the same thing happen to her. The fact that they are both doctors but only one of them wants to truly heal is so dynamic, especially since they are in opposite organizations. I think it could be fun to explore that dichotomy and whether or not it gives Dana a new perspective on her position.

EXTRA:

These are just some headcanons I have for Dana, which will be expanded and added to should I be accepted in this role!

Hands shake after using her powers

Emotions heighten it

Meditates

ASMR is the shit

Listens to classical music when she operates on anyone

Jogs around Lake Michigan every morning / helps her feel centered

Kept her wedding ring but has it buried away somewhere

Doesn’t like to hear about plans if they involve Alistair’s family –– she finds it hard to be objective and has made it known that no one should tell her anything if that’s the case.

Has kept brief contact with Alistair –– he’s engaged now. She doesn’t resent him for any of it.

Has had limited contact with Angela since her sister joined the Jem family. Has thought of reaching out but doesn’t think it’s a good idea.

Has thought of tracking down her birth parents but doesn’t think it’d do any good now –– too much time has gone and they could be dead or in prison with other mutants. It won’t change what’s happened and could only hurt her more.

Mother and father were supportive once everything happened but she can tell her mom’s still nervous around her and hates it.

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