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Original Character Audition Form
Character subject number(& nickname): #788, Whiskey
Playby/Face claim: Alexandra Daddario
Physical Appearance: 5’9”,  130 lbs, long dark straight hair, bright blue eyes
Personality: mostly calm and serene, but becomes very erratic and turbulent under pressure
Powers: ability to control and manipulate water
Para sample (at least two paragraphs):
Velcro crinkles echoed through the grey room as the aide tugged the blood pressure off of Whiskey’s arm, pulling the stethoscope out of his ears. Whiskey glanced over at the man, her eyes flying open in surprise. They could to her? She blinked twice, looking the brunette boy in lime green scrubs up and down before she glanced back at the nondescript grey wall in front of the two. “Do you know the gaelic word for water?” Whiskey asked calmly, feeling the man tug at her hand to obtain a pulse from her wrist.
The man frowned slightly, and shook his head. “No.”
“It is usice,” Whiskey replied, pronouncing the word “ish-key.” She paused for a moment, blue eyes staring into nothingness as she thought of her next words. “Kids always thought that was strange. Usice. Found it easier to say Whiskey. So it stuck.”
The man dropped Whiskey’s hand into her lap, glancing back at her, his own eyes furrowing together in thought. “So – you’re Irish.”
“No,” Whiskey said quietly, her blue eyes jumping to the man, no emotion fluttering across her face. “I’m Hungarian and Italian.”
“Why the gaelic name, then?”
“They gave it to me,” Whiskey said, frowning slightly and shaking her head, looking at the boy like he had two heads. “We do what they say. There is no other way.”
The man frowned, writing numbers down on his pad of paper before placing his stethoscope’s ear buds into his ears, pressing the bell of the instrument onto her back. With a quiet voice, he instructed Whiskey to breath in, and she promptly obliged. After listening for a few moments, he stepped back, glancing the lithe girl over.
“So you do whatever they tell you to do?”
Whiskey looked away from the brunette, staring at the wall. “Sometimes.”
