|addy and steph are the (blondebat) wrote,|
@ 2013-02-02 21:02:00
Are you 18 or over?: yessm
Alter’s source work, author and character: DC Comics ; Chuck Dixon and Tom Lyle ; Stephanie Brown
Character Journal name: ~blondebat
Character Name: Adelaide “Addy” Gunner.
Character Age: 26
Character Played By: Mila Kunis
Alter Played By: Dianna Agron
Character History and Personality: Adelaide Gunner was always too smart for her own good. When she came into this world, she only wailed for a fraction of a moment before simply looking at the doctor with curious, wide brown eyes that seemed so old for a newborn. Like she was wise beyond her years before she even took more than a handful of breaths of real air. While her mother was bleeding out on the table and as the nurses huddled her away, she stayed quiet, only stared up at the nurses who would be as close to a mother as she would ever have. The nurses with the sad eyes who cooed at the beautiful newborn girl who would never have a mother passed her around, bounced her in their arms, smiled down at her with expressions that didn’t reach their eyes. All while her father looked into the nursery through the window as he tried to piece together how to go on without his wife. Jack already had a son at home to take care of as well, and as he watched his baby girl be bounced around in the hands of women who weren’t his wife, he couldn’t even fathom trying to raise them both. In the end, Jack functioned as best he could. Woke up in the middle of the night to feed Addy, brought his children to the park, made their lunches for school, all the while working his ass off to support the three of them. He did the textbook fundamental things a parent should do to raise his son and daughter correctly, but he couldn’t really muster up the affection either of them needed. So, instead he taught his children, both of them, how to conquer the world. How to dominate their field, be the smartest person in the world, work for whatever they wanted. Jack hoped and dreamed that his children would be better off than he would be, that they wouldn’t have to work themselves to the bone or lose their spouses and left with two young children. But, he couldn’t afford the affection little children needed when they were flourishing into actual people.
So Addy and her brother grew up a little isolated from others their age out in the outskirts of Las Vegas. Not fully understanding how to interact with others aside from each other nor asking for any sort of affection. For Addy, at least, friends were hard to come by as a little girl. They called her a robot and made faces at her when she used words like farce and vitriol and rattled off about fractions. Words she could get, numbers made sense, but people? People just didn’t. Books and movies told her how to interact with kids her age, but when she danced through the motions of talking to someone, it just didn’t work. So, she focused on her education, where things clicked into place easily, and school activities. Addy was constantly at the top of her class, academic queen of her school without much effort. Where friends didn’t exist, trophies and medals littered the mantels of their small apartment. Dirty soccer balls took the place of kids playing with her in the playground. Sure, she had a few friends here and there, but they were more coincidences than anything. But, spelling bee championships, debate team medals, trophies as tall as little Addy was that proclaimed she was MVP of her softball team, that was all the little Gunner girl really needed.
As she grew up, however, she grew into her looks, undeniably pretty with her big eyes and naturally wavy hair, and that was when people really didn’t take her seriously. High school was a series of boys trying to get into her pants, and, when they eventually did, dumping her because she was too smart or too fast or too good. And, Addy didn’t understand why it was happening, so she got herself suckered in again and again into awful relationship after awful relationship. A slew of men bored or overwhelmed by her and her intensity or intelligence leaving her on the curb. She couldn’t go to her father, who would simply knit his eyebrows and tell her to just stay away from boys, and her brother, who for all intents and purposes disappeared from her life when he graduated high school, wasn’t an option either. Girls hardly trusted her because she didn’t get girls, either, and they never trusted a pretty girl with a sharp tongue and a sharper mind.
College was a breath of fresh air, at least in an environmental sense. She couldn’t wait to leave the dry air of the desert for the actual weather of the East Coast. Boston was a home away from home, a place where maybe she could just escape from all the stigma of being herself. So, Addy buried herself further in her studies, attending Harvard on a full scholarship and working tirelessly to prove to herself that she was good enough. She double majored and fast-tracked degrees so that by 22, she already had two Masters, and by 25, she was receiving her PhD as well. The Gunner girl lost herself in knowing about everything. Needed an expert in Bruins’ powerplays on the ice? She was your girl. Wanted to know the exact mechanics of a Ford Focus engine? Come to Addy. Wanted to know the twentieth decimal number in pi? She’s got you. She became an encyclopedia of little bits of knowledge, and that, if anything, was her armor.
Even in her adult years, when she had gotten her two Masters Degrees economics and journalism and her PhD in political science, no one ever took her seriously enough. Even in Washington, D.C., where polisci was revered above all else, most couldn’t see past her chest and pretty face to see the brain beneath. Even at the top of her field, strutting around a newspaper office as the sharpest, most intelligent consultant they had, she had to fight tooth and nail to get a modicum of respect from the guys at the office. Tom Renwick was one of the few who actually took her seriously, even if he didn’t like to show it sometimes. He was the mentor she always needed, and though she couldn’t really show reliance, or at least articulate what he meant to her, she knew she could turn to him if necessary.
Which was why when shit hit the fan, when their DC based paper went belly-up, she turned to Tom and asked him to come make one of her dreams reality: a radio show to keep the masses up to date on what was going on in the government and such. She knew he was Tom Atwood, knew he had a good presence with people, something she didn’t quite get down point like he did. So, with a little convincing, they packed their bags and moved back to her home turf, Las Vegas. When she arrived, she moved into a condo with her roommate, a girl name Dolores who she was friendly with during high school. (One of the few girls who she could even talk to during those years.) She settled into the desert routine like muscle memory, finding little niches here and there to replace what she had in Washington as well.
Soon after she arrived in Vegas, reconnected with her father, and launched the radio show, Addy received a key and new phone in the mail with an address. And, there was a voice, too. A young, boisterous voice of a blonde bat who loved a rogue. She thought, at first, that she was going absolutely insane, but at least if she is, it’s a shared hysteria.
Alter: Stephanie Brown shouldn’t have turned out right. Raised in Old Gotham with a criminal for a father, she should have been one of those girls who end up knocked up and working for the mob to pay off her debts. But, instead, she had that innate sense of justice and right that lead her to don a costume of purple and black to take her father down one night. It was a simple domino effect after that, where Stephanie wriggled her way into the BatFam, then donned the Robin mantle, and then, after a bit of an interlude involving a faked death and a trip to Africa, she became Batgirl.
Now, she’s Batgirl, a college student majoring in social work, and dating one of Gotham’s most notorious former rogues. It hasn’t been an easy road, even with Eddie now in tow (or especially, depending on what day you ask), and it’s bound to be filled with troubles. But, she’s always been good with rolling with the punches, even when they’re emotionally draining. She’s steadfast, stubborn, reckless, loving, giving, and very, very passionate. A mess of extreme emotions in a young woman that happens to don a cowl nightly. She’s rash, righteous to a fault, insecure, and most of all, full of hope. Though Gotham brings her down some nights, she’s the ray of hope that a city so dark needs. And while Eddie made things endlessly complicated, Steph would only say he had made her a better person because of it all. This Gotham is now home, and he’s home, too.
Steph is on her third person Vegas-side, and Adelaide is the most interesting of the three to her. While similar to Nick in certain aspects, Addy is a lot more personally identifiable with Steph. A strong-willed, smart lady who doesn’t hesitate to kick some verbal ass? Count the blonde bat in. They kind of supplement each other’s weaknesses, and each can communicate with the other to try to work things out. It doesn’t necessarily work all the time for either of them, but they try.
Journal/Key: The key is tiny, sturdy, and black with bat-shaped teeth and purple around the edges. The journal is a Samsung Galaxy S4 equipped with WayneTech on Steph’s side of the door.
The Tim Drake: The ex. Now with Steph being with the Riddler, having a Tim that wasn’t around when her new relationship developed would be very interesting. On the Vegas-side, could be an ex or someone with awkward times with Addy.
The Black Mask: Through the door, the man who “killed” her and the head of the mob business in Gotham City.
Radio biddies: People who work on the show with she and Tom or know either of them because of it.
Newsroom: Addy is kind of shamelessly based on Sloan Sabbath from The Newsroom and I would love to replicate some of the relationships, particularly Will, Don, and Mack.