*Slight mentions of su/c/de and a little bit of graphic stuff. Not to much, but do be aware*

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NAME: Dr. Delia Quinnston.

NICKNAME: D-D, Lia, "Mad Woman" (by some unfortunate souls), "Pest" (by her sister), "Miss. De." (usually by her students)

AGE: 43.

GENDER: female.

SEXUALITY: straight.

CLASS/MYTHIC TYPE: Alchemist.

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FACECLAIM: Taylor Lashae with a bob cut.

PERSONALITY:
Delia Quinnston is an eccentric person. She talks to herself almost non-stop. This may be because she had no one to talk to as a young person, so she made conversation with herself. She doesn't see a problem with it, even if other people do.

Most things people might find an issue, isn't one with her. Things such as using drugs. She's totally fine with it. This can get her into arguments, but that usually ends up with the other person in a weird world of pain. Sometimes. Sometimes it's just a weird world where they're put in a glass box and experimented on. She always needs test subjects, and she prefers the human variety.

She loves to play games! She's a silly person when she's in the mood. All things from hide-and-go-seek to monopoly. She'll play any game, pretty much.

She's never really serious about too many things anymore. She despises seriousness. Life is meant to be fun and wonderful, and that's just how she's going to make it.

She is especially not serious in her work. In a sense, she does take it seriously. She does it well and with efficiency, but she has fun with it.

She can be very obsessive, and tends to go all out on everything she does. If she sets her mind on something, not even the end of the world could stop her. A few broken legs might, however, hinder her.

She attaches to people, things, and animals very easily. She's very needy in the love and attention department, so anything that likes her, or seems nice or pretty or interesting, is her new thing. She will probably carry that thing (or animal, if she can) around with her. If it's a person, she'll talk about them, making little nick-nacks for them, and want to be around them as much as she can.

On the flip side of this, she's very susceptible to rejection. If, say, the person she loves does not love her, she will be immensely hurt. She may try and lose herself in her research, not stopping for sleep or food, or she may become very angry as a result and explode. Not physically, we'd hope, but she may do something very drastic and uncalled for considering the situation.

All in all, she's sensitive, dedicated to her work, and in desperate need of a good friend.

STRENGTHS:
-figuring out problems. Give her a problem, such as why does the chicken cross the road, and she'll find the answer. She loves asking questions, and finding their answer. It's the main reason she became an alchemist.

-finding every single table leg and corner with her toes. No, it may not be a good strength, but it is one. Never fails, be it her room, throughout the castle, or anywhere else, her toes will find those corners.

-perseverance. She is not one to give up easily. Even if the situation is futile, she will plow on. This doggedness had gotten her through life.

-her ability to look at things from different angles. This goes hand in hand with her problem-solving skills. If a wall is in front of her, she will look for a way around. If no way presents itself, and no door is found, she will tunnel under the wall. Or perhaps build a bigger wall.

-making precise measurements. With the help of measuring cups, she can make the measurements with ease. But without those tools, she can still measure out a cup and a half of flour, or a liter of water. It's a natural talent.

WEAKNESSES:
-Dealing with her emotional problems. This is the opposite side of the coin of her first strength. Concrete problems in the real world, she can solve those no sweat. But give her an emotional problem, such as her parents disowning her, she won't know how to solve it. She'll go down a deep spiral of trying to think of it in conrete, logical terms, when there isn't any. She has been known to become extremely lethargic, has periods of time where she obsesses over one small thing (such as how many licks does it take to get to the center of a lollypop), and in that particular instance, became su/c/dal. It's a problem.

-she also has a tendency to lock herself in her room, and not eat for days, until she has a solution to a problem. Once, she was working on an experiment of magic phases (liquid, solid, and gas). She wanted to change a spell into a gasious substance, so that it could be inhaled, and therefore hypothetically enchant the lungs. She was in her laboratory for a whole week without seeing the sun, sleeping, eating or drinking. She ended up being carried out of the lab severely dehydrated, starving, and unconscious. She had done damage her to own lungs, and was in the hospital for nearly a month. Luckily, she learned her lesson.

-this is a much lighter weakness. Candy. She's got the biggest sweet tooth. Because of this, she's a bit pudgy. Love handles? Yep. If you said something to her about it, she would laugh and say, "It's a truly poor name. I haven't got anybody to love them!"

-not seeing a problem with using human subjects in her experiments. This...usually isn't a problem, and it certainly doesn't effect her tutoring skills. With proper funding, any homeless person would be happy to give themselves up as lab rats.

So she thinks.

HOBBIES:
-collecting mushrooms, bones, pinecones (specifically of an elongated, slender shape. She doesn't like the fat ones), and old spell books.

-reading up on witch, alchemist, and scientific history.

-reading scientific journals/publications. Even if they're in the pseudoscience arena.

-experimenting. Anything, and everything. If she can experiment on it, she'll want to try it. From trying to change a sheep's genetic code to get a different color wool(or whatever they have so far in that area. If she can play around with genetics, or just breed sheeps to get a different color wool, she'll do it.), to seeing if certain elements will enhance a glass' ability to view in a telescope, to something (relatively) harmless, like trying to reorganize the Periodic Table. All things entertain her, so if you want to bother her while she's in her freetime....be prepared. You never know when she may need a..uh...subject.

-trying different cereals. She's a cereal fanatic. Amongst her shelves of old bones, bottles of suspicious looking liquids, and various experimental equipment, she has many, many boxes of cereal. All kinds, too! Or, at least the kinds she likes. You won't find one bite of bran anywhere in her pantry.

FAMILY:
She's estranged from her whole family. She's very sad around holidays because of it. Her parents, Donella and Donovan Quinnston, disowned her. Why? Delia's not even sure herself. She's always resented that. To her, it meant that they didn't love her, and accept her. No, it just about killed her.

Her sister, Dara Quinnston, doesn't like her. She was ousted from the family when Delia was young. Again, she never found out why. Her own family is a mystery of the greatest confusion to her. She wants  her sister's company, and love, and once...once, she got it. It wasn't Dara's choice, either. Eventually, she escaped and Delia hasn't seen her since. That was twenty years ago.

BACKSTORY:
A long, long time ago, a little girl was born to a happy family. This little girl was the apple of her mother's eye, doing all her mother asked of her. As she grew, and her eyes beheld the world around her, she began to ask questions. Why does the grass grow green? How does the sun come back up the sky every morning, without falling into space every night? Her parents did their best to answer her questions, but one day, there was a question they couldn't answer. She had to find it out herself.

With the help of the powerful magic coursing through her veins, she answered that question. Her mother was the one to find the rat in the yard; cut open and pegged down. It was missing its stomach. Looking farther on, the girl's mother found the stomach— laying on a paving stone, with its contents spread about in an oddly organized fashion. There, she saw her little girl poking about the stomach, using a sharp stick. With horror, the mother scooped her child up, and took her away into the house.

That was the first incident. The next was at school, during recess. Delia had found a toad, and wanted to know how it hopped. With the help of her untrained magic, she soon found out. The frog, in the end, was nothing left but a few bones and strings of muscle.

The other kids did not play with her after that. 

Her parents tried to figure out their youngest child. Their oldest, a spry girl with ebony hair, was the only person who did not want to figure out, or totally avoid, Delia. Delia adored her sister. She saw the sun rise and set in her eyes, and the heard voice of the wind was in her voice. Moonbeams kissed her skin. Dara was the world to her little sister. Dara only tolerated her.

They played together every day, until one day, Dara left. She left with a small pack that held all her earthly possessions. She left in a bus, to a dark world of nowhere. She left with a hard look in her eye. Delia was still to young to understand what had gone on.

Her parents never spoke of her. They took down the pictures of her. They crossed out her face in every photograph. They burnt every record of her existence.

Save one. Delia had a small locket —one Dara had given to her for her birthday— and she had a secret picture. She wore this locket every day, and never took it off, even when bathing. It was sacred. She felt it her duty to protect the last memory of her beloved sister.

The years went by, and soon she was shipped off in a bus to a thing called college. Her life had never been so exciting. She was taught everything she wanted to know, and she soaked up that knowledge like a sponge. The incidents of curiosity were well funded. They were carried out in the class. Other students beside her, a teacher in front of her, and a book in her hands. She loved every minute of it.

Then one day, she met a boy. She was sure that the sun had chosen him to carry all its splendor. He had the charm of a songbird, and the face of an angel. She spilled her love on this boy, doing all she could to please him.

The object of her love may have had the face of an angel, but he had the heart of a devil. He took her delicate heart, and rent it in two. She found him, one day, in the bed of another woman. The gift she had made for him dropped from her hands, and shattered into a million, sparkling pieces. Her eyes that once saw the sun, now only saw the red-hot fire of revenge and rejection.

One day, this devil-hearted boy did not show up for class. He was not in his room, and his bags were gone. A note was written in scrawled, messy writing. My plans have changed, and I must go. I'm sorry.

He was never seen again.

The adulterous woman was in an unfortunate accident, months later. Her dorm caught fire one dry night. She was saved by a strong fireman from under a burning beam. The incident was proposed to be caused by a malfunctioning toaster.

Delia did very well in her classes, and did not distract herself with silly boys. Some days she thought of him, and smiled. She hoped he was in a very warm place.

With boys no longer in her thought, she focused on the world before her. It was beautiful. Full of why, and how; she sought for answers. Her proudest day was the day she graduated at the top of her class. It was the day she became a doctor of alchemy and the sciences. She only wished that her dearest sister would have seen her.

Her parents saw her, and were proud. Her mother baked a strawberry cake, and they celebrated. It would be the last time.

Years later, Delia found herself a researcher in magic and science. It was a job she enjoyed, and did wholeheartedly. Money was not a problem to her. Many people would pay to have a problem worked out.

But one problem still haunted her. One no man nor corporation could provide means to answer. Where was her sister? This became her next project. She sought high and low, over mountains and across seas for her dearest Dara. It was her luckiest day when her searching gave some positive results.

In a dark and dusty town where the clouds hung low and the birds did not sing, Delia found her. Found her sleeping, peacefully, in a small hotel. Delia did not like the hotel at all; it was dirty, and full of roaches. The man by the door gave her an odd look.

Soon after, she was with her sister back at her home. Her happiest day was when her sister said I love you for the first time in years. In the confines of her clean home, there they sat, day after day. Delia did everything to make her sister happy. They had tea parties every week with little cakes and pretty little teacups. They explored the regions of magic together; memorizing entire spell books, and testing the limits of their powers. Delia did most of the work, but she did not care. Dara was a bit...confined.

Delia's saddest day came when she awoke to an empty house. She ran though her whole estate, tripping on every object the floor could provide. The chains that made that pleasant tink-chink sound when they moved were on the ground, with no Dara in sight. The window was broken. The teaset was knocked over, cracked.

Dara never showed her face again. Delia knew that the sunbeams that once kissed the skin of her beloved now hid it from her sight. The very soil which she had always adored must have kept her dearest from her. The whole world was against her.

The only solution she saw to this problem was to fight back. She would uncover the secrets which hid from her the one thing she desired. She dove into her research headfirst. No thing would be hidden from her. The elements bent to her command, and objects leaped at her beck and call.

There was a hurricane, like never before, that swept up lands in one gulp. Rain beat upon all living things, hail pierced the surface of all it touched. Thunder roared and swallowed up the life beneath it; lightening struck every standing structure. All that was left was desolation. Yet even after the earth had lifted the blanket of angry cloud, Dara could not be found.

The earth sought retribution. A wind, greater than any that had whisked across the alchemist's lawn blew with the ferocity of an injured lion. It knocked upon her door, and beckoned for its payment.

That was Delia's most tragic day.

The days that followed turned into months, which turned into years. Delia, once the delight of her mother's life, was now without family, or love, or hope. Now, she stepped onto a new path. Toying with the anger of the earth was behind her, but the desolation was still in front of her.

She held onto the only thing left of that life; the sacred locket. The last remnant of love.

The path before her held no magic in a world full of it. The way in front of her was a wasteland. Until, a spark of hope —in the form of a newspaper add— caught her eye. A tutoring job.

It was her saving grace. The madness, it followed her, but here she thrived. Here, she could once more divulge into the world of questions yet to be answered. The incidents were controlled, and this time, she was the teacher. Children of all ages came to her to gain some understanding of the great world around them. More and more parents brought their young ones to her. It was a good life.

Then, one day, a letter came. One that changed her life forever. She became the tutor of the young prince. That was her most fortunate day.

CONSPIRACIES ABOUT THE ROYALS:
She has a suspicion that something is quite amiss amongst them. Her student is the most likeable of them all, and that probably has something to do about it. She can never put her finger on it, but there's something... Off about things. She wouldn't be surprised if somebody put a curse on them.

THOUGHTS ABOUT MYTHICS:
As a partial mythic herself, she doesn't think much bad about them. She's seen both worlds, and it's her opinion that magically inclined people tend to be meaner, or arrogant. People who are born without the gift have to work harder to get what they want in life. Delia respects them. Bloodlines, however, do bother her a bit. Not so much as bother her emotionally, but it does interest her. It presents her with a problem to figure out. Why does the thinning of magic happen? How does it happen? I don't know the advancement of genetics in this society, but if it does exist, then she would have studied it fastidiously.

OTHER:
Delia has a pet rat that she carries around in her pocket. This rat is unlike most rats, because it is the sole survivor of an experiment Delia once did. The result is that the rat glows a radiant purple. Her name is Precious.