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Tucker, Fiona Siobhan
, PB: Saorise Ronan
|fiona siobhan tucker
18 | played by aimee
Member No.: 226
Joined: 12-October 11
(FIONA SIOBHAN TUCKER)
(Please, include a picture of yourself here:
)I, I wish I that I could dance on a single prayer.
I, I wish I could be strong without somebody there.
Legal Name || Tucker, Fiona Siobhan
Preferred Name(s) || Fiona or Fi
Birth Date|| 9/26/1993
Gender||X_ Female __ Male
Academic Interests ||
-AnthropologyCareer Interest || Music management and black and white photography.
-Fine arts (photography and music)
Do you intend to apply for need-based financial aid? || __Yes X_No
Do you intend to apply for merit-based scholarships?|| __Yes X_No
Do you intend to be a full-time student?|| X_Yes __No
Do you intend to enroll in a degree program your first year? ||
Do you intend to live in college housing?|| X_Yes __No
Major: Photography, with a double major in anthropology and a minor in music.
Intended Date of Graduation: 06/2015
Citizenship Status || I am a U.S. citizen
Non- US Citizenship || I also have dual citizenship in Ireland
Years Lived in the US || Seven
Birthplace || Cobh, Co. Cork, Ireland
First Language || English and Gaelic
Primary language spoken at home || English
Are you proficient in any other languages? X_ No __ Yes || which ones? N/A
Are you Hispanic/Latino? X_ No __ Yes || from where?
Regardless of you answer to the prior question, please indicate how you identify yourself (Check all that apply) ||
__ American Indian or Alaska Native
__ Asian (Including Indian subcontinent and Philippines)
__ Black or African American (including African and Caribbean)
__ Native Hawaiian or Other Pacific Islander
X_ White (including Middle Eastern)
Answers may be written in either third or first person.In 200-300 words describe which person, dead or alive, you would spent a day with and what you would do.||
I believe that I would most enjoy spending a day with Milton H. Greene, if I should be able to chose just one person from the whole of history. Now, if I could chose one person, real or imaginary, I would have to say the Doctor, but I digress.
Miltion H. Greene was a man who had an incredible vision. When it comes to his photography, I admire him greatly. His images can easily captivate an audience. I would take great pleasure in having an entire day to observe Mr. Greene. I belive that the man would have a lot to teach, and merely observing him at work would be an honor.
Of course I wouls ask him questions about his inspiration, and how he learned to capture such stunning images. Also, being common as I am and not a starlett in Hollywood, I would have to ask him what it was like, photographing the stars as he did.
I would also show Mr. Greene my portfolio, as I believe any wise student of the arts would do. I would ask him to give me any constructive criticism or feedback that he would have about the photographs that I have taken. After all, what good would it do to spend an entire day with such a great man, if nothing would be learned from his brilliance? I am a firm believer that criticism is a necessary tool for the growth of any artist.
Answers may be written in either third or first person.Tell us about yourself.||
Fiona is generally a well dispositioned young woman. She is soft spoken and reserved when you first meet her, but once you get to know her, she may never stop talking. She tends to be a tad on the bossy side, taking after her strong-willed, Irish mother in that respect. She's got an artsy air about her, and tends to focus more on natural beauty than anything. She is not one to wear a lot of makeup, or to spend too much time fussing over how she looks. This may be because she prefers to be behind a camera, not in front of one.Describe how your background has influenced who you are||
Fiona is an Irish-American with dual citizenship. She spent the first eleven years of her life living in Cobh, Ireland. Her father was stationed at a U.S. Naval base close by, and his mother was a local woman. Her grandfather owns a pub, and most of the family works there. Her mother was a waitress, and that is how her parents met.
Now, Fiona's father was not in the military because he had to be. No, he wanted to break away from the expectations that his parents held for him, and do something different with his life. He came from a wealthy family, so he was expected to go to an Ivy League, get his law degree or Ph.D, and make something out of himself. That was not his plan for his life, however, so he enlisted when he turned 18 and never looked back. He felt like that was what he was meant to be doing. He did hold the hope that his daughter not follow in his footsteps, and that she would attent a good school. He never let Fiona slack off with her studies. Not in Ireland, nor stateside once he was reassigned to a base located near Charleston, South Carolina.
Fiona was eleven when her small family moved to Charleston. When she was thirteen, her father was shipped out to fight in the war in Afghanastan. He wasn't gone more than two months before she and her mother got word that he had passed away. It wasn't the war that killed him, but a heart anuerysm that burts during a routine drill exercise. It could have happened anywhere, at any time. At least, that's what the doctors told her mother.
Left alone with a teenage daughter in a country that was still relatively new, Fiona's mother turned to neighbors and her late husband's family whenever she needed help. Fiona spent a large amount of her time surrounded by artists, musicians, and all other manner of preformers. Everywhere she turned in Charleston, there was some form of art happening. She picked up a knack for playing acoustic guitar and singing from her time hanging around musicians at a local bar where her mother was working. It wasn't like she needed the job, but staying home all the time only served as a reminder that her husband was never going to return. Fiona would spend a lot of time up at the bar, sitting behind the counter doing homework, and taking in everything that the city of Charleston had to offer her.
It wasn't until she took a photography class in high school that Fiona realized what really called to her was taking pictures. At first, she learned how to develop film. Black and white, and then color. Just as any other beginning photography student learns. She was far more drawn to the black and white images, but her assignments dictated between that and colored photographs. Once she was finished with that class, she took digital photography, and she was hooked on the instant gratification that it could give her. She could see in an instant how the photograph would turn out, and if she needed to retake it to obtain the original vision that she had.
For the rest of high school, Fiona practiced her photography skills, and she actually took a part time job as photographer at the bar her mother worked at. It was not always black and white, but she generally snuck a few in with the slew of color photos that she took. The photographs were occasionally used on the bar's website, when they promoted events.
When Fiona was in her senior year in high school, her mother was diagnosed with pancreatic cancer and passed away less than three months later. After that, her father's parents came to Charleston so that Fiona could finish high school there without her life being further interrupted. Fiona had been the top of her class before her mother got ill, but she fell to 4th by the end of the year. With everything that her parents did for her and what she knew they wished for her, she set her mind to doing the best she could to get into a top notch school. With her grandparents support, she knew that funding would not be any issue.
Mackenzie was going to miss the sea breeze blowing through her hair. She'd miss the sun's warm rays, beating on her nicely tanned face. Living on the beach certainly had it's advantages, that was not debatable. However, it was time for her to move on to better things. More than that, better people.
Ethan was not home, as she packed up her bags. Kenzie hadn't told her husband that she was leaving him. She was not planning to leave a note, either. His only indication that something was wrong would be the barren closet and quiet house.
There was only so much fighting that one person could take. Mackenzie knew now that she should have listened when her parents warned her that Ethan was not a good person. She saw that he liked to have too much control. He didn't hit her, much. That was not the main problem. It was what he said to her, day in and day out. Always telling her that she was stupid, or ugly, or that she would never be a good wife.
The final straw came for Mackenzie when she found out that she was carrying his child. That night, she attempted to make a nice dinner for the two of them. As soon as the food was on the table, Ethan started in on her again. He told her that she was a terrible cook, and that it was a good thing that they didn't have children because he couldn't fault a child for not eating the garbage that she'd served him.
Mackenzie couldn't take it anymore. She had not told him about the child yet, and after his comments, she never planned to. Instead, she waited until he went to his office the next morning, and she packed her bags. Part of her felt guilty, leaving this way. But she was terrified that he may just get one of his rare fits of violence if she confronted him.
This was the best way, the only way that she could think of. She was going to leave and never look back. Mackenzie had already decided that she'd do whatever she needed to do to be free of Ethan. Even if that meant moving clear across the country, back to her parents.
Taking a last look out of the window toward the ocean, Mackenzie wished that her parents hadn't been right about Ethan. He had seemed so charming, so loving when they first met. She wondered what ever happened to the man that she fell in love with. She supposed that it was all a lie. Perhaps that man never existed, and was just a trap set for her.
As she picked up her bags and walked toward the door, it opened. Standing there, in the doorway, was Ethan. Mackenzie stood in place, terrified of what he would do to her once he noticed the bags in her hands.
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Age || 22 (well, I will be 23 next month...)
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Play-by: || Saorise Ronan
Canon or original: || Original
Time Zone || Central (though I go into EST for about a week every two months or so)
Where did you find us?|| A friend sent the link my way.
Years of Experience || Consistent - 5, total - 8
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Magic words || Keith
Anything else? || Nope
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