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[DINAH EVELYN DONALD]

DINAH EVELYN D O N A L D


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- - Full name: Dinah Evelyn Donald
- - Nicknames: Di
- - Age: 18
- - Birthday: December 30
- - Hometown: Dearborn, MI
- - Current Location: New York City, NY
- - Member Group: CIA
- - Sexuality: Mostly straight
- - Face Claim: Troian Bellisario
- - Canon Or Original: Canon

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- - Likes: Computers, math, bright colours, classical music, round objects, prime numbers
- - Dislikes: Loud noises, being yelled at, failing or being wrong, things being out of place, other people touching her computer, most seafood, crowds
- - Goals: To be the best at what she does, to code an unhackable security system, to get better at interacting with people
- - Fears: Being abandoned, being disliked, dying alone
- - Habits: Talks quickly, gets flustered in new social situations, likes puns
- - Personality:

Dinah is an intense individual and there's no denying she's weird and more than a little cracked -- but she generally means well and tries to be friendly. She gets flustered in new social situations and even when she's at ease, she's never really at ease, desperate to be liked and please others, but not really knowing how to relate to people. She tends to talk extremely quickly and at length, with a habit of babbling or running off on random non-sequiturs if she allows herself to grow distracted. She's on medication to help control a host of mental issues, both inborn and brought about by her work with the CIA; so long as she's on the medication, she's 'weird', but she can function. When and if she goes off the medication, however, she turns manic and almost impossible to comprehend, unable to sleep and prone to extremely poor and even self-destructive decisions.

The one exception is when she's undercover. Thanks to her extensive CIA training, Dinah can maintain her cover, and as long as her cover persona isn't a spaz, she somehow finds it easier to act more or less normal, again provided she's on her meds. When she goes off those, even the best cover story in the world can't help her. Sometimes she thinks about just trying to maintain cover all the time, but then she worries about losing herself.

Even at the best of times, Dinah is naive and easy to manipulate within the system. Partly as a defence mechanism, she blindly believes that the CIA's work is all done in the name of good, no matter how questionable her orders. Because that way, she's one of the good guys. Her loyalty to the company can make her dangerous to other agents. She means no harm, but if someone confides doubts in her, she more than likely will report them back to superiors, out of a desire to 'help' her fellow agent -- surely, they just need someone to clear up said doubts, right? And those who try to open her eyes to the questionable ways of the program may find these ideas almost violently rejected.

Along with her mental issues (and partly the cause of some of them), Dinah has Spatial Sequence Synesthesia, where she sees and understands numbers differently than most people. Without even trying or meaning to, she relates every single number or numeric sequence to a mental three-dimensional plane, seeing the number as a point in space. Three is further away than two, and five hundred is off in the distance, but not as far away as a million. All numbers (including dates) go onto this mental plane, allowing her to recall them and manipulate them easily. She can also more easily remember events and chains of events, since they're linked to dates and times. It's useful when working with computers and gives her a superb memory when in the field, but it also means she can't really forget any of the things she's done.

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- - Father: Bruce Donald, 41, con artist
- - Mother: Tracy Price, 39, office manager
- - Siblings: Victoria Price (half-sister), 16, student/civilian; Ian Price (half-brother), 13, student/civilian
- - Other relationships: Charles Price (stepfather), 45, dentist
- - History:

Dinah Donald was born to a young unmarried couple not far outside of Detroit. Throughout her young childhood, her parents had always intended to get married but never quite got around to it. Instead, in a passionate and anger-filled relationship, they fought and split up only to get back together enthusiastically every few months. Part of the problem was that her father, Bruce, was an extremely charming man who happened to be a career criminal. He had no issues with involving his family in his cons and from a young age, Dinah learned how to act as lookout, distraction, or even a direct part of her father's con. She adored her father and never thought of what they were doing as 'wrong,' since she couldn't believe he'd ever lead her astray.

A few years after she was born, Dinah was followed by a younger sister Victoria -- a half-sister, as it would turn out; her mother had been knocked up by another man during one of her parents' splits. Her father would have his suspicions, especially when a baby was born who really looked nothing like him, but it wasn't until their final break up, when Dinah was four, that her father would get confirmation of the child's illegitimacy, as her mother, Tracy, threw that fact back in his face. Tracy took both girls and moved in with her lover, wedding him within a few months of the divorce being finalized.

Dinah, however, never got on terribly well with her new stepfather, who thought the girl was strange and off-putting and was constantly pushing to have her enrolled in a special school (preferably one far away). For her part, Dinah made no secret about how much she wanted to live with daddy. Her mother, feeling stung over being rejected by her own daughter, finally agreed to let Dinah return to Bruce, and grew more distant from her eldest daughter, especially when, a few years later, she had another baby, a son this time, by her new husband.

And so, from that point, it was Dinah and Bruce against the world. It wasn't long before Dinah's natural affinity for computers began to manifest itself, and Bruce embraced his daughter's new talents, especially since her weirdness made it harder for her to be part of his cons as she grew bigger, older and less 'cute.' Instead, he started encouraging her to code, to hack, to use her skills to get them money, or get information from databases that might help further his cons. He made it all into a game, so she really didn't comprehend entirely what she was doing. Dinah just loved computers -- they made sense in a way that people never did -- and she liked making her father proud, so she worked hard at developing this new skill set.

Things seemed to be going well for awhile. Then, when Dinah was eleven, her father went a step too far in one of his cons and ended up on the authorities' radar. He was arrested in a sting operation, and while the police were setting him up for a fall, they came to notice Dinah's skills as well, at first assuming he had an older partner working with him, before realizing it was just some kid. A really weird kid, but still. Dinah might have ended up in juvie for all her criminal activity, except her father insisted that she had been an unwitting accomplice, and interviews with the girl more or less confirmed this. Still, it was enough to bring her to the attention of the CIA, and instead of kicking her back to her indifferent mother, the police instead released her into the Agency's custody.

Dinah missed her father, but unlike most of the company's young recruits, she didn't hate her new life. The CIA were the good guys; everyone knew that. She was easy to mould and manipulate, and it didn't take a terribly skilled handler to convince her she was doing the right thing. She learned standard spycraft and went on her share of espionage and counterespionage missions, but the agency especially worked on honing her computer skills. As a child, it was easier for her to get into secure facilities, where she could hack systems, overwhelm networks, or shut down security. She also got to travel with older agents, especially to hostile nations, where she could slip past border checkpoints as someone's daughter or niece, but be on hand to run a mobile base of operations, fix sensitive equipment, and provide remote backup.

And so she's past eight years of her life, seeing the CIA as her home and family now. She tells herself she's doing good here, and even when the work sometimes seems questionable, she's taught herself never to question it. She's a good girl and she does what she's told. A loyal footsoldier, devoted to the cause. But with a superb memory and a sensitive psyche, her time at the agency has taken a severe toll on the poor girl, leaving her more broken than most and more than a little cracked. Still, she tells herself that she loves it here, and has no idea what she'd do without that purpose. She has no idea her useful life in the CIA is quickly approaching its end.

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- - Your name: Dee
- - Your age: Old
- - Best way to contact you: PM
- - Password: adminedit
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Cole had only recently arrived at Fordham after being indoctrinated in what would now be expected of her. The young teen hadn't yet made up her mind exactly how she felt about all of this. Then again, she wasn't sure her opinion mattered much either. Maybe it was best to stay indifferent, but she doubted she'd be able to keep from forming some sort of opinion on the place for long.

Everything here was different. Not that change was necessarily a bad thing -- especially when you were coming from a life like Cole had been leading -- but it could be a dangerous thing, as far as she was concerned. The group home had been crowded and noisy, full of anger and bullies and far too many children. But she'd known it well. She'd learned her way around, learned how to navigate the social structure, how to keep herself from ending up making the wrong sort of enemies, how to fly under the radar when she wanted to and get attention when that suited her instead. Here, she wasn't yet sure of much of anything, and considering the stakes, that seemed very dangerous.

So when she was left to her own devices after a meeting with her... she wasn't even sure the right term to use. These weren't caseworkers like she was used to. Her handler? At any rate, following a meeting with this individual, she'd been left to occupy herself for a little while. No one had told her where to go, so she opted to stay at the office building. It was time for her to get to know this place better. Always know what they're thinking. It had been a rule she'd tried to live by even when she was just another foster kid kicking around in the system. Now it seemed more important than ever.

She wasn't really looking for trouble. In fact, she was doing her best to be invisible. But people here were far more attentive and observant than she was used to. Even keeping on her toes, she knew she had to tread lightly. She resisted the urge to do more than simply peek into the offices that she passed if the door had been left ajar. Back in the group home, she wouldn't have hesitated to duck into those that had been left unlocked and unoccupied, but here... Well, she needed to know more before she could be sure whether it would get her a reprimand or, like, killed or something.

Deeper and deeper into the labyrinth of offices, meeting rooms and corridors she went. She was beginning to get the feeling she'd somehow slipped past an unmarked barrier between where she was allowed to be and the off-limits area. But no one had told her outright not to explore, so she pressed her advantage, figuring it might be her only chance.

It was quieter here, and seemed almost empty. So it took Cole by some surprise when an older guy suddenly rounded the corner and happened upon her before she had the chance to hide herself. Then again, there wasn't really anywhere to hide, she realized, as she looked quickly around, quite ready to duck into an open room if one presented itself to her.

There was a moment's hesitation where she considered turning tail and running back the way she'd come, hoping maybe he wouldn't be bothered to chase her, or perhaps even that she could outrun him just long enough to find herself a place to hide. But then in that moment of hesitation, it became too late to do anything but resign herself to her fate.

Her features carefully arranged to something neutral, she looked up at the guy with wide, innocent eyes, and gave her shoulders a shrug, a common standby when she was asked a question she didn't want to answer but couldn't get away with ignoring completely. And in this case, it wasn't entirely a lie either. She had a pretty good idea she wasn't supposed to be here, but she couldn't know that for sure since no one had specifically said to her otherwise.

Normally, she'd have just left it at the shrug, hoping that her questioner might twist in the wind without more to go on. But this place didn't play by the usual rules, she had to remind herself. She had to be careful here, and avoid pissing anyone off. "Is it off-limits?" she asked in what she hoped sounded like an innocent tone. She didn't come right out and admit she was new, but she figured that would be pretty obvious from the question and the fact she hadn't been seen around before.

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