Post by Miranda Ducharme on Jun 3, 2011 8:58:11 GMT -6
Miranda Ducharme
In my daughter's eyes I am a hero
I am strong and wise and I know no fear
But the truth is plain to see
She was sent to rescue me
I see who I wanna be
In my daughter's eyes
And when she wraps her hand
around my finger
Oh it puts a smile in my heart
Everything becomes a little clearer
I realize what life is all about
Full Name:Miranda Ducharme
Nicknames: Miranda, Mir, Mom.
Physical Age: 28
Date of Birth: June 2nd
Hometown: Manhattan, NY
Current Residence: Hollywood, CA.
Occupation: Police Officer
Relationship Status: Single
Character Type: Human
Affiliations: Good
Gender: Female
Hair: Dark brown, chin length
Eyes: Gray
Height: 5'7"
Weight: 128lbs
Body Type: Slim, athletic
Best Feature: Eyes, determination
Worst Feature: Pride
Sexuality: Heterosexual
Personal Style: When Miranda is not in uniform, she typically is in a pair of sweatpants or different types of jeans ranging from dark blue boot-cut to acid-washed with torn knees. Her style ranges for the sheer fact that she's more focused on buying something for Juliet than herself. Somewhere in the back of her closet, however, there is a lonesome nice dress or skirt or two. She's usually light on make up and wears her hair loose.
Face Claim: Delphine Chanéac
Abilities: An undying amount of patience comes with being a mother and her job. Miranda is often at the gym, so is stronger than she appears. Being an officer has helped keep her in shape and on her toes.
Personality: Determined and stouthearted, Miranda is always there when things get rough. At work on the field, she's very serious and often runs head-first into danger. Not the brightest of ideas, but it hasn't stopped her yet, only damaged her. She's courageous and takes her job very serious, though knows how to handle different situations. Being a mother has increased her patience, which helps when on search-and-rescue missions with Dax. While she hates it, she's been the officer to break the news to a parent too many, though holds it together until she's on her own.
Away from work, she's a different person. A constant smile lights up her face when she's with her daughter, the one person she'd drop anything in the world and come running to. She's quick to snap, however, if something were to happen to Juliet, even if it's just a scraped knee. She's as protective as a lioness and is quick to let the claws and teeth show if need be. All of her attention at home is focused on Juliet, which tends to lack in attention of herself. It is a great amount of selflessness, though, that started the moment she discovered her pregnancy that caused this in Miranda. As cliche as she sounds, one is better off getting to know someone as predictable, yet as unpredictable, as her.
Likes: (At least 4)
• Adrenaline rushes
• Her job
• Dax, her K-9 partner.
• Working out
• Going out to eat...It's less messy.
• Her daughter.
Dislikes: (At least 4)
• Her scars
• Shopping
• Testifying in court
• Being shot at (who would even like that?)
• Children crying
• Being told "no."
Strengths: (At least 4)
• Determination
• Patience
• Aim
• Courage
• Independence
• Her Daughter
Weaknesses: (At least 4)
• Cooking. Cooking. Cooking.
• Her daughter
• Her stubborn nature
• Her emotions
• Heading into danger without thinking
• Cooking.
Mother: Nina Leesa Ducharme, deceased
Father: Patrick Jude Ducharme, living in New York.
Siblings: None
Others: Juliet Nina Ducharme, daughter, five years old.
Bio:
Born and raised in Manhattan, NY, Miranda lived a somewhat-normal life. Her father was a top lawyer in their burrough while her mother worked from home, having a new job every week until she'd find a new "calling." She was an only child, so her father often tried to find ways to make up for not having the son he wanted. Instead of learning how to sew and cook, Miranda would be in the backyard struggling to learn how to catch a ball or throw a football. The latter she still has yet to master. Honestly, Miranda didn't mind the altered affection, she felt a need to always be on her feet and doing something exciting.
When she was eleven, her mother was diagnosed with breast cancer. In only a couple months, her health deteriorated quickly and she, unfortunately, passed away. Miranda's father did his best to work from home as often as he could to be there more often for his daughter, though the plan seemed to backfire. He worked from his office, often leaving the door shut as a silent way of hanging a 'Do Not Disturb' sign. Life carried on with this thick wall between them, though it was never thick enough to deem life as unbearable.
At seventeen, Miranda became a junior firefighter. She'd constantly been infatuated with the sirens late at night and the thought of saving a life. She was a born leader and didn't think twice when in the face of danger, which would have been a great characteristic if she were old enough to actually fight a fire. A year too young, she still tried her best to get on the truck and to the scene. Each time she was told to stay back, leaving her feeling like a child too short for a newly opened roller coaster. Once she was eighteen, however, she was one of the first to be running into a blaze. Being half the size of the rest, Miranda was still considered 'one of the boys.' Once she'd finished high school, Miranda tried going to college, though just couldn't fathom the idea of sitting behind a desk the rest of her life and dropped out after a semester. She moved in to an apartment with a friend from high school, the two living completely different lives. While one stayed up late partying, the other was up risking her life.
She faced her share of fires, from small dumpsters to warehouses. Her courage served her well when, at nineteen years old, Miranda and her station faced their worst situation yet. Someone had set off explosives in a building, and hundreds were trapped. Just like with other fires, Miranda didn't hold back when her station was sent in. If asked, she'll deny remembering much and blame it on a fall down one of the flights of stairs that left her right leg scarred for life. She went to physical therapy, refused to see anyone to "talk it out," and did her best to push forward.
At the age of twenty-one, she found another career that flirted with her interest. Law enforcement. She went back to school, taking as many classes as possible and pushing her way through to get her degree. Her determination drove her through the courses and any requirements, while her courage drove her in both her careers. A couple years into this career, Miranda was thrown a curveball she never would have expected: She was pregnant.
For over a year, she'd been seeing a fellow firefighter behind the back of their chief. And behind the back of her lover's wife. He kept promising to leave her, though if it wasn't one excuse, it was another; she wasn't working, he didn't know how to break it to her, she was pregnant. When Miranda broke the news that she was pregnant, he offered to pay for it.
"Pay for it? A baby is a lot of money, you can't just just give me a damn check and--"
"I meant the abortion."
It was all she needed to hear. After a few choice words, she left. She stopped showing up at the station, changed her number, and left them to figure things out on their own. Unsure of what to truly do, Miranda packed up her belongings and got in her car. She drove as far away as she could; Hollywood. She settled in with the money she had saved, and began searching for a job to fit her soon-to-be new schedule. It wasn't long before she looked back into law enforcement and found a specific branch that called to her: the K-9 unit. The training would take one to two years, which would be perfect time for her to settle into motherhood. Shortly after she was in the academy, she met her new partner in life, Dax. He was a little less than a year old and possibly the most energetic German Shepherd she had ever met. He was great for both the force and at home, and seemed to have a personality matched with Miranda's.
Then along came Juliet, a red headed reminder of Miranda's home. It didn't matter if the child came out looking like a carbon copy of the father, Miranda fell in love with something she never thought she'd experience. Motherhood was tough, and tiring, but she did it on her own. Once Juliet was old enough, and Miranda was trusting enough, she hired a sitter so she could return to working on the force. Between calls, though, she'd call constantly to check in, eager until she could go home and yet almost just as eager to go to work. At work, Miranda and Dax focused on their tasks and any situation thrown at them. At home, however, all walls were knocked down and it was a side of human and canine few got to see.
RP Sample:
It was just after nine in the morning, and the nice quiet cafe was just where Miranda wanted to be. She'd worked a busy third shift, and the thought of curling up in bed sounded like an invite from Heaven. However, when she walked in the door and was nearly knocked over by an already wide-awake four year old, other priorities fell into place. Once the sitter left, Miranda began to scramble up a breakfast at home...But there wasn't any pancake mix. Or eggs. Or even a box of cereal that hadn't gone stale yet. On the way to the cafe, she wondered what they'd eaten for breakfast lately. It wasn't until they were in a parking spot did she realize she was still in uniform. Quickly, she unbuttoned and then shrugged off her uniform top. Adjusting the dark tanktop underneath, Miranda glanced towards the cafe. After a few seconds she removed the gun from her belt and put it in the glove box.
Almost as soon as they sat down, the little girl bounced in her seat. "I want hot chocolate," She stated with a big grin. Looking across the table at her, Miranda offered a small smile. Their pale complexions and facial shapes were duplicates of each other; but while Miranda had short dark brown hair and stormy-gray eyes, Juliet had Caribbean-blue eyes and long deep-red hair. Thankfully, she'd yet to ask why the two looked so different.
"Careful, it's hot," Miranda reached out, moving the mug of hot chocolate further away while Juliet focused her attention on coloring a napkin various colors. She already knew what she wanted: Chicken fingers and french fries. Miranda, however, stared at the menu, looking for anything to grab her attention. Maybe she'd just pick at Juliet's fries and save some money...but then she'd never hear the end of it when all the fries were gone.
"Did you catch any bad guys?" Juliet asked without looking up, huddled over the table and her drawing as she kept going. It was the same question every time Miranda came home, and yet it never got old. Glancing up at her daughter, Miranda suddenly furrowed her eyebrows. Juliet was still in a pair of long pants and a t-shirt, both a pale pink with little silver crowns. Across the front of the shirt it read 'Princess.' Had she really forgotten to change her out of pajamas? Damn, she needed sleep, she was never this forgetful. The child didn't mind, so she'd just remain silent.
"Nope, everyone was good last night," Miranda lied. It probably wasn't the time or place to explain that mommy dearest had gotten involved in a high-speed chase that had lead to a pursuit on foot. When her stomach growled, Miranda wrinkled her nose.
"Sweetie, help me pick something out," She said, pushing a few strands out of her face that fell out of her short pony tail. Shoving aside her crayons and napkins, Juliet took a look at her menu.
"Get a.....Muffin!" She nodded, satisfied with her choice. Glancing down at the menu, Miranda furrowed her brows again.
"Where are they? I don't see-"
"Right there!" Juliet jumped up excitedly, nearly lunging across the table to point at her mom's menu. She missed her hot chocolate, however her lunge caused her to knock into the mug of hot coffee Miranda had ordered. The liquid spilled, pouring over the table edge like a waterfall and spilling into Miranda's lap.
"Shit!" She jumped up, sliding out from the booth in one fluid motion. Juliet sat back in her spot, her hands over her mouth.
"Swear jar!" Her little voice was muffled, and yet her words were still clear. Grabbing some napkins, Miranda ignored the burning on the front of her pants and focused on cleaning up the table.
"God d--" She mumbled under her breath at the burning, though stopped and looked at Juliet. "Bless America," She finished between clenched, offering a smile towards her daughter to show everything would be okay. Just very, very uncomfortable for someone with coffee-soaked pants.
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