Alma Fairchild

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Appearance
Standing at a respectable 5'11", Alma has a slim, willowy frame. She wears corsets under flatteringly cut clothing to help gain a more feminine silhouette and enhance what natural effeminacy she was born with. While naturally flat chested, padded bras give her a pleasing enough bosom and look real enough under the buttoned blouses and dresses she finds herself drawn to. She wears her white-blonde hair shoulder-length and generally doesn’t do much to style it. Her features are somewhat rounded and there’s a masculine angle to her jaw that she often tries to hide by allowing her hair to fall against her cheeks. Her complexion is pale, with the skin around her eyes often red and a little puffy; her eyes themselves are a pink-red and framed by pale lashes.

Personality
Pending an in-depth write-up.

Backstory
[Pre-Arrival in Paragon]
Albert Comstock, son of Byron and Autumn Comstock.

Born blessed, some would say. His father was a successful doctor, just like his grandfather, and each Comstock patriarch before that, as far as anyone could remember. The profession had earned the family a nice hoard of wealth and so it was that Albert was raised with the all the bells and whistles money could buy. The best tutors, the best nourishment, and healthcare provided by dear old dad. Of course, all of this came with certain expectations. Namely that when Albert came of age, he was expected to follow in his father’s footsteps.

Which is exactly what he did. Shipped off to the University of Cambridge as soon as possible, his studies focused on medicine and biology. The good work ethic instilled in him by his father served him well for a time, as he excelled at his classes and eventually graduated with high marks. All was well and Albert seemed to be on his way to falling in line with the pattern of male Comstock heirs.

However, as Albert settled into the humdrum day-to-day routine that came with adult life, something shifted. A certain nagging, peculiar unhappiness gradually unfurled over the next few years, until something finally had to be done. Over breakfast, amidst discussion of how marriage needed to happen soon, Byron and Autumn were confronted by their very flustered offspring.

Call me Alma, she insisted, pale skin flush with embarrassment and nerves.

Needless to say, the revelation didn’t go over well at all with her parents, leaving her with three options. Stay and recant and claim some sort of delirium and possibly be institutionalized, stay and be true to herself and definitely be institutionalized, or leave.

She chose to leave.

Moving to America, she rebranded herself as Alma Fairchild and established a small practice. It wasn’t easy, especially seeing as she was often passed over in favor of male physicians. Lady Dr. Fairchild was sweet, soft spoken, and had steady hands--but to the general populace, her masculine peers were simply more trustworthy. Thus she often found herself relegated to aiding those who couldn’t really afford proper healthcare, or those who had more nefarious motives for certain procedures. She didn’t necessarily feel good about it, but it helped her make ends meet while living as her true self.

The dreams started when she turned thirty, and the visions soon after -- eyes in the darkness, soft disembodied whispers, glimpses of the future or past, here, there, or everywhere. Although she managed to function well enough and maintain a certain air of normalcy, certain physical symptoms such as the irritation around her eyes, and the shift of her irises from blue to red spoke to something being off.

Of course, suddenly showing up...elsewhere...wasn't something she had planned for.

[Post-arrival in Paragon]
(To be written as roleplay happens.)

Skills & Powers
Pending an in-depth write-up.

Relationships
Coming soon.

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