Post by Holly on Sept 4, 2010 15:15:10 GMT -5
LOIS JOANNE LANE
Miss Lane
'cause you're the storm that i've been needing
and all this peace has been deceiving
i like the sweet life and the silence,
but it's the storm that i believe in
And won't you think I'm pretty[/size]
name;; Lois (meaning superior) Joanne (meaning God's grace) Lane
nickname;; Lane, Miss Lane, Lo, Legs
age;; twenty-eight
date of birth;; December 7th, 1981
gender;; female
occupation;; investigative reporter
sexualorienation;; heterosexual
When I'm standing top the bright lit city[/size]
hair;; Lois's hair is something to be reckoned with. It’s like a raven’s wing, dark and sleek and luscious, although brown rather than black. Her locks fall down to her back in soft, natural waves, framing her features beautifully. She hardly puts her hair up and she’d rather be caught dead than actually spend time making it look a certain way if it takes more than ten minutes. She prefers to let her ebony hair loose to bellow in the wind or to even just stay there in nothing but its luscious volume. Lois adores her hair – she was always the one to run a long, slender hand over it and to reveal her glossy tresses.
eyes;; She’s lovely, is she not? Big, round eyes, in a shade of dark chocolate brown with thick, equally dark never-ending lashes. And with all of this evidence so nicely stuffed right in front of your face, you come to believe that there is nothing left to become so envious of. Lois always had a natural gift with her eyes – a flick of her large hues could send a man tumbling down on his knees. They’re the most alluring color, so dark you can just get lost in them. Her lashes are long and elusive, sweeping across her cheek seductively, fluttering innocently whenever she sleeps. Her hues are almost disproportionate to her face – they are large and almost gaunt-like, alert and ready for any type of attack yet never losing their alluring charm. Even if narrowed and suspicious-like, they’ll always possess their infinite charm. They’re beautiful – be quite envious, it’s only reasonable. They’re her favourite physical attribute, although she’s far from supermodel material, she’s still quite a beautiful girl.
height;; 5'7"
weight;; 130 lbs.
build;; Unlike her perfect, beautiful younger sister Lucy, Lois inherited her grandmother’s and her mother's curves. She has a lithe body, slender yet quite voluptuous. Her neck is long and slender, one of her greatest features. Her shoulders are small and dainty but they by no means look fragile, as if she has the possibility of breaking at any moment. Her breasts are large and curvy but not to the point where they are obnoxiously huge. Her waist is slim and supple and her hips are womanly, with a swing to their own rhythm – perfect for child bearing, if that ever comes to reality. Lois’s legs are long and slender but quite toned. Due to the training she has been involved in ever since she could walk, Lois is in top physical condition. Though her strength is far from anything like today’s superheroes, her combat training keeps her agile and alert.
piercings;; ears
tattoos;; don't you wish you knew
style;; Her clothing is a combination of casual and sophisticated. At home, she's completely comfort. She'll wear sweats, oversize t-shirts - you name it, but in the public eye, out catching a scoop, her usual uniform is a fitted a-line skirt, a blouse, a suit jacket, and a pair of killer high heels. The only time you'll see her in anything less, is at a club or some kind of formal event where she does enjoy dressing up.
And I'll take your hand and pick you up[/size]
favorites;; Superman, the Daily Planet, her Christian Louboutain high heels, Sun Wah Chinese Takeout, her birthday, little Sammy
hates;; people who won't bend the rules, being told off by Perry, getting stuck in jail over "breaking and entering", her father's set ups
strengths;; lying, writing, getting the truth, coming out on top, convincing others to do favours for her, working alone
weaknesses;; spelling, noticing what's right in front of her, making friends, letting her guard down, taking orders, making compromises
quirks/habits;; misspelling every other word, chewing on the ends of her pencils, letting her plants die, burning toast, jamming the printer
goals/dreams;; win a Pullitzer, find a guy who's not only decent and smart but also isn't threatened by her, see Metropolis relatively crime-free
overall personality;; When your eyes fall upon Lois Lane your eyes raise at the way she looks at you. Immediate suspicion. Her eyes seem full of it on instinct. She has seen way too much just to be nice to anyone coming her way. She can’t just give in like that. That is the way she has been taught to believe. She just doesn’t act as if she can give out trust like some treat. No. That isn’t Lois Lane. She is someone different. She wasn’t raised in such way that would allow people in. Trust is a silly word that she does not, nor will she ever, believe in. She just can’t. She simply doesn’t believe in its existence. Other than that, she is sticking to the idea of trust being a word you push around when you have a tough day. Trust is something you want to believe in, but in the end, lets you down. Lois knows all about trust. How it’s just something silly made up to make others believe in it. Well one thing was sure, Lois isn’t falling for it, and she never will. Trust is giving in. And Lois Joanne Lane isn’t one to give in to anything or anyone.
At a young age, children cling. They cling because they need to feel that protection. Lois didn’t think she needed anyone. She was determined to be a child that wasn’t held twenty-four-seven by their mother. Of course it was a bit of a challenge with a general for a father, but he still wanted her to be independent. She was taught to use her own wits and never to depend on others. Why take the chance? It wasn’t that she was alone because she wasn’t, she had her family, but she never really had anyone else. Moving around so often, it became automatic to never share, to never open very much. Her dad taught her how to be there for her younger sister and she leaned on herself for emotional support. The quietness kills, and she can’t stand it but that doesn’t’ mean she needs someone to ask for help, doesn’t mean she is going to sink low enough to lean on someone. She doesn’t need anyone. She still says to this day she does without her family, but she doesn’t. Whether anyone knows it or not is a different story. She only takes what she needs, and will only get help from one or two coworkers when it comes to something that might kill her, such as moving something three times her size up a flight of stairs. However, for most things, it’s “if you get yourself in a fix, get yourself out” – that’s the Lane motto and now it’s the Lois Lane motto. If you fall into hole, dig yourself a way back out. When life gives you lemons, don’t use them as baseballs. That is how she is – that is who she is.
Now that we got that no one can tear her open. We can come to the fact that she can just open your brain up, quite literally, in her palms. You can hide nothing from Lois Lane. She knows all. Her eyes can just skim over your body and you are suddenly an open book for her. She doesn’t even have to be able to read your thoughts to know what kind of person you are. She has been around them all, and no other human is different. No Amazonian princess, nor part time villain. She isn’t stupid. She knows right from wrong. And she can see into you as if she is turning the page. About one thing you should absolutely be forewarned about Lois, is her tongue. It is quick to lash out, quick to stab you with just once insult, quick to take your deepest thought and push it against you. She is good at fighting with words, and even with fists. She was always a good fighter as a girl. And her tongue is not different. Her tongue knows just the right way to sting, just the right way to yell out, just the right words to make you cringe. It is one of her many talents. She doesn’t like to be mean but she does love a good fight. Loves to tumble upon the ground, likes to punch, kick. Yeah, she is a tomboy from the start of her life, and she is still a tomboy to this day. It reflects in almost everything she does.
Speaking of Tomboy…. Sports are her first and only love. She loves sports. Loves to run around with a ball, loves to kick a ball. Loves to do all this and more. She runs, she passes. She is like a man in a woman’s body. She was always one for boys’ games. She was never one to play dolls as a little girl, although it wasn’t as if her father gave her any. She loves football, baseball, monster trucks, wrestling – basically everything but Nascar. Her second love, coming close to sports, is reading. She is a journalist after all. She loves to read just as much as she loves to write. Those are her two loves. As for friends, she used to be foolish enough to think anyone and everyone could be your friend. Now she thinks otherwise. Now she doesn’t think so. She thinks that friends are dreams. That friends always leave no matter how good you are. She doesn’t think they are able to stay. Sure she believes in family but not anyone else. They leave. Humans are foolish. They don’t understand how to stick around; they only know how to leave. And as for Lovers, she is lost in a sense. She is scared of ever finding love again, of being rejected. She doesn’t want that to happen. Thus she keeps her heart locked up. Real tight. Barely anyone knows about her past, and she is going to keep it that way. She is going to keep herself from getting hurt by anyone and everyone.
With an innate passion for telling things as they are, Lois seldom offers excuses for her behaviour, views or actions. As a consequence, if a person dislikes her or frowns upon some of her acts, she'll consider it their loss, which shall be noticeable in her
In addition to all her flaws and qualities, Lois is a very headstrong individual, with an assertive personality. That isn't to say that she constantly wishes to command others or can become overbearing, just that when she's set her mind to do something of importance, she will let nothing and no one deter her from her goals. This is, however, limited to long-terms aims and future plans she is adamant about becoming true, and not trivial matters. Also, she won’t stand for being disrespected and might react with arrogance when spoken to in a condescending manner or when she feels even the slightest ounce of pity directed towards her. Other vices to which she is prone are anger, as she tends to flare up when she's feeling targeted; impatience - she wants to rush every new project through immediately and may demand too much of colleagues who cannot work at the pace she requires; and restlessness, which if excessive, can jeopardize more than her own stability. Furthermore, Lois's got a vindictive streak to her personality that rears its ugly head whenever she reckons someone's taken things too far. Although she's OK with conducting contradictory conversations and allows friendly rivalries as long as things don't get out of control, the reporter resents those who scorn her or her beloved ones for their inadequacies, errors of judgments, allegiances and so forth. As a firm believer that everyone deserves that second chance, she despises those individuals who constitute exceptions to her rules, or who cannot see beyond their narrow-mindedness and treat others with disdain. Consequently, if someone will frequently irritate her AND won't keep things in a cordial context (as much as possible), the twenty-something will have no problem purchasing a one-way ticket to hell for them, on her. She will not only hold a grudge against her foes for a very long time, but she will also indulge in mentally torturing her opponents. It may take her years to get back at someone for an affront; still she might eventually accomplish it.
A well known skill of hers is getting answers from those who don't wish to give them. She spots lies quite well, giving her an edge in the journalism world. Asking questions is a big part of her job and she's been doing it for eight years now. One thing that a great reporter needs is the ability to ask the tough questions and Lois has that mastered. She knows very well that the world is a dog eat dog place – almost too well – and she uses this to her advantage.
A truth-seeker, the reporter is not inclined to believe anything just because someone told her so. While she might nod her head and smile just to play along, nothing exists to her unless it has been proven or if she has seen it with her own two eyes. She is, however, a curious woman and if something perks her interest significantly, she will investigate further to enhance or disprove her own opinions. Moreover, as a sharp child who lost some of her brain cells somewhere along the way during late childhood and adolescence, Lois is not easy to fool. She never believed in Santa Claus (having stayed up to spy on the Christmas tree and fireplace past midnight when she was four, only to confirm her suspicions that no fat, bearded man was coming down the chimney), and debated her mother fiercely when she tried to insist that Santa was real. Or the Easter Bunny. Or the Tooth Fairy. Simply put, whilst she considers that the irrationality of a thing is not an argument against its existence, she would rather see some kind of proof before choosing to take something for granted. Even the improbable is better than no proof at all in her eyes, which has made her no gullible goose and has extended to all the domains of her life.
Lois is hardly the happy go lucky type; she merely wishes not to let everything that could screw up in her life affect her on a large scale, or make her turn into a psycho bitch. In addition, as a true believer in the three E's (aka enterprise, energy and eagerness to extend experience beyond the physically familiar), the reporter enjoys traveling and exploration. A free soul, Lois doesn't take it kindly when she is bound to one place forever, instead preferring it when she is at least given the illusion of being able to go wherever her own two feet take her. Given the fact that she also apparently has an almost endless supply of energy, it’s a good thing she has plenty of activities to fill her time with. For this reason, Lois hates being cooped up for too long, and absolutely detests being sick and having to lie in bed. Therefore, she sometimes feels tied down and suffocated at the Daily Planet, repeatedly trying to report on something real and something people will care about. Despite her best of efforts, though, she's failed to accomplish said goal, so while her cage may seem larger than that of the poor souls writing for the obituary, let’s say, it's still a cage. She merely sees it in a different light most of the time and attempts to not focus on the drawbacks or let that tingling sensation of metaphorical asphyxiation change her. She has the ambition and the determination to take her wherever she wishes in life, and she uses that to her advantage.
You know the rule 'treat people the way you want to be treated.' Lois is all for that rule, if you are a bitch to her, well plan on her being a bitch back, for she can and will do so. There is nothing stopping her from walking across the little way to rub what you just dished out to her. She also isn't afraid to tell you what she is thinking about you. Actually, she probably tells a little too much of what she thinks. But, really, all you have to do is be nice to Lois and you don't face the wrath of her attitude. That is another thing, her attitude, the way that she is always right, and you are always wrong, and there is no way beyond that, because, of course, it is her talking, and not you. Lois. Is. Always. Right. Or to her she is. Even though she seems to have a very thick outer shell that seems to be fighting off everyone, she just wants to have a friend, one that she can actually speak to. But she isn't all into the trust thing, and you have to know her forever to ever gain her trust. But even if you have known her forever, it is hard to get her to admit to much – god forbid actual feelings. She is very good at bottling up her problems. She claims them not to be important. Personal problems aren’t important that selfish people bother with. Not Lois, she had had her heart broken once and that once was one too many. She doesn’t like people scraping upon her outside edge, trying to get inside her. She doesn’t take too kindly to it all.
To break Lois’s shell is something amazing. As a kid she hadn’t learned yet to keep herself hidden. She hadn’t learned that putting yourself out there is a way to get broken. So of course, she got walked over, although it was mostly by her own father. But now there are only very few people who can get inside and know what Lois is all about. Not even her own mother knows everything about her, although she was always more of a daddy’s girl despite everything. She doesn’t like the idea of the people she runs into everyday knowing her – really knowing her that is. It isn’t the fact that she likes to be mysterious, it is the fact that she hates to be known. She hates the fact that once you look at her you can tell everything she has been through. She hates being seen through her disguise. Most people can’t see simply because they aren’t looking hard enough, but she has no problem with that. It’s those damn superheroes and their inhumanness, not that she has anything against them, in fact, she thinks that they are the best thing that this world could have ever been given, but they seem to see her as more than she is to regular civilians. They seem to be able to see her anger and her sadness. Stupid humans. She can’t stand it how foolish they are, and how fast they are to judge. Humans are simply a no go with Lois. No matter.
And keep you there so you can see[/size]
father;; Samuel "Sam" Lane, military general, fifty-five years old
mother;; Elinor "Ella" Lane, unemployed, fifty-one years old
siblings;; Lucille "Lucy" Lane, unemployed, twenty-five years old
relatives;; Ronald "Ron" Troupe, reporter, twenty-nine years old, brother-in-law
Samuel "Sam" Troupe, one year old, nephew
pets;; none
hometown;; Wiesbaden, Germany
currentlyliving;; Metropolis
history;; Lois Joanne Lane, daughter of carer military officer Samuel Lane and Elinor Lane, was born December 7th 1981 in a U.S. Army hospital outside of Wiesbaden, Germany.
Although her father had always wanted a boy, he got two baby girls – Lois and Lucille (who goes by Lucy). He treated them both as if they were a part of his unit growing up. This included combat and firearm training, and Mr. Lane had even taught them how to throw knives with her toes. Since he was in the military, they moved around a lot, never staying anywhere very long. It wasn't until her high school graduation that she finally settled down. Before that, the longest time she had spent in any one place was three years in Somalia. She and her younger sister were army brats, born and raised. Ella didn't like it very much but Lois did learn a great deal about the U.S. military growing up – weapons, equipment, PTSD, minefields, you name it. Her father made sure that she brought a taser gun on her first date, a nine millimetre on her second, and a GPS tracking device for prom – you could say he was a little bit on the protective side. The gun came in useful in the end though, when a stranger tried snatching her during the walk home. She didn't kill him of course but h was shocked enough by the sight of a thirteen year old girl aiming a gun at him that he ran off. Unfortunately it made the date a bit of a downer but it certainly assured her father that she could take care of herself.
At the age of fifteen, the Lane family was living near Metropolis. On a school field trip to the Daily Planet, for the first time, Lois met Perry White. The famous Perry White. Interested in the newspaper and reporting in general, sh returned asking for a job. Although she lied, telling White she was nineteen, Lucy revealed to him the truth, costing her the job. Always the determined one, however, Lois overheard a couple of reporters discussing Lex Luthor on her way out. She quickly learned that whomever got a scoop on Lex would get on Perry's good side. A plan formed quickly in her mind, and the next night, when the family was fast asleep, she made her escape. Now, one might think that it's easy sneaking out, but it's almost impossible when you live on a heavily guarded army base. But with her cunning, her charm, and her know how on the guards' donut favourites, she found a way. One might ask how a fifteen year old girl snuck into the infamous Lex Luthor's tower and got hold of confidential files, but that's a story for another time. Frankly, the whole thing was a bit of a blur to Lois. Her adrenaline levels were through the roof due to all the suspense and excitement. Truthfully though, as soon as she had her hands on those files, Luthor showed up. Giving her a good swat, he took his paper and sent her on her way. Despite the punishment she served crawling through the mud with the soldiers in training for leaving the base in the middle of the night, it was totally worth it to Lois. A few days later, none other than Perry White phoned, impressed by what he had heard. That's when Lois Lane began working for the Daily Planet.
After graduation, Lois came back to Metropolis on her own, using what she had earned working for the Daily Planet to pay for a small apartment and her college tuition. She had been using an alias for three years because she was a minor at the time, covering everything military-related since her whole family followed the action, but now that she was in the city she needed to find a new angle. She began her degree in journalism and decided to star reporting on the overwhelming amount of crime in Metropolis. There certainly was no shortage of it, and her then one and only contact, a rookie police officer, helped her start out. Although Perry was unsure about sending his savvy eighteen year female reporter onto crime scenes, he had hardly anything to worry about. After learning his baby girl would be living by her lonesome in the big city, living among murderers and crack dealers, Papa Lane made sure was sending in his trooper armed and prepared. Lois didn't exactly broadcast it, but after knocking out an attacker with the back of her nine millimetre, word went around pretty quickly. The headline "Young Reporter Knocks Man Unconscious" didn't exactly help her stay under the radar, but at least people seemed to know who she was.
Lois rose quickly through the ranks, writing award-winning pieces and looking stylish while doing it. After graduating from college, she moved out of her sad excuse of an apartment and into a place that didn't reek of take out curry. She was actually settling down. Sure it was a bit of a shock to the system to actually have long term friends but it was a nice and much needed change. One day, Lois was invited to come aboard an experimental space shuttle, the Constitution, that was supposed to land at the Metropolis airport. Halfway through the interview, the shuttle began to malfunction. Suddenly the shuttle was falling and Lois was certain she was seconds away from death – definitely the scariest moment of her life thus far. Then, out of nowhere, the shuttle began slowing down. She looked out the window and she saw something, or someone, holding onto the shuttle and guiding it to safety. As soon as they landed safely on the ground, Lois rushed out of the shuttle and cornered the man. However, as a crowd began to form at the scene, and he flew away. Lois got the byline, her first ground breaking story, and was the first of many to call him by the name the whole world would soon know: Superman. Unsatisfied with the article, she wanted to get a real interview with the superhero – one on one. Unsuccessful at tracking him down, she drove her red Ford Taurus right into the bay to get his attention. After pulling her and her car out of the water, he agreed to a brief interview.
However, when Lois went to Perry with her exclusive, she discovered that a brand new reporter at the Daily Planet had beaten her to the punch – a young man by the name of Clark Kent. That's when things became difficult.
As long as you're alive and care[/size]
name;; Holly
age;; eighteen
experience;; five years
activity;; good
whyyoujoined;; love comics
phrase;; Lois Lane warns you that Pluto is out for revenge
example;;
The figure moved closer and closer. She could hear his footsteps. Determined to escape, she pressed on, continuing through the maze. She ran and she ran, her heart beat pounding in her ears. Were they still there? She had no way of knowing. The only sound she could hear was from her bare feet brushing against the grass. Warmth engulfed her. She was blinded from the curtain of sweat and tears. It was all a blur. She stopped, leaning on her knees for support as she panted. Just as she began to relax herself, a hand covered her mouth and an arm wrapped itself around her middle, pressing her back against the person. She struggled, kicking and screaming, but nothing helped. Then, as the feel of cool steel on her neck woke her up. Lois jumped in her seat, her pulse still racing, but found herself at her Daily Prophet office of all places. She took a breath in what seemed like ages. "That was some dream," she murmured to herself, trying to adjust to her new surroundings. She looked around the office, worried that someone might have heard her yelling in her sleep. The place was deserted. That was odd. She checked her watch for the time and she quickly found out why she was the only one there – it was two in the morning! No wonder she had fallen asleep, Lois thought to herself, sorting the papers on her desk. She had spent the day working nonstop on a story meant for tomorrow's paper. It took her a whole minute for her brain to kick in, reminding her that everything went to print at midnight at the latest.
Lois groaned loudly, bringing down closed fists onto her desks with as much force as she could muster. A couple of pens and a half eaten muffin rolled off the table. Instead of picking them up, she ignored them, for now, scanning her unfinished article. Where had her head been to completely doze off like that in the middle of work? And more importantly, why had no one woken her up god damn it?! She fumed, silently, choosing to not admit to herself that she would simply tell off the person in question, claiming that she wasn't asleep. Oh no, she was simply resting her eyes. It was a lame excuse maybe but she had been sitting in front of the computer screen for hours on end. It wasn't all that hard to believe. "Way to go, Lois," she said cheerfully to herself, getting to her feet. "You just missed a deadline. For the first time ever!" Muttering to herself, Lois bent down to pick up the muffin and pens, and began putting everything in its rightful place. It was too late now so the article was useless; she might as well scrap it entirely. Just as she was about to click OK to delete the document, she hesitated, and placed it in her very own personal "recycle bin" file at the last second. It might help her one day, she reasoned.
Maybe one day she would learn how to stay awake on the job? Stronger coffee.
Lois groaned loudly, bringing down closed fists onto her desks with as much force as she could muster. A couple of pens and a half eaten muffin rolled off the table. Instead of picking them up, she ignored them, for now, scanning her unfinished article. Where had her head been to completely doze off like that in the middle of work? And more importantly, why had no one woken her up god damn it?! She fumed, silently, choosing to not admit to herself that she would simply tell off the person in question, claiming that she wasn't asleep. Oh no, she was simply resting her eyes. It was a lame excuse maybe but she had been sitting in front of the computer screen for hours on end. It wasn't all that hard to believe. "Way to go, Lois," she said cheerfully to herself, getting to her feet. "You just missed a deadline. For the first time ever!" Muttering to herself, Lois bent down to pick up the muffin and pens, and began putting everything in its rightful place. It was too late now so the article was useless; she might as well scrap it entirely. Just as she was about to click OK to delete the document, she hesitated, and placed it in her very own personal "recycle bin" file at the last second. It might help her one day, she reasoned.
Maybe one day she would learn how to stay awake on the job? Stronger coffee.
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