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Dr. Ainsley Graham

Head psychologist of Morningside Research Facility

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a character in “Morningside Research Facility”, originally authored by Scarlet Loup, as played by RolePlayGateway

Description

ImageFull Name: Dr. Ainsley Lexington Graham
Personal Names: Lex, Ace
Age: Thirty-six
Date of Birth: July 14th
Gender: Male
Ethnicity: Scottish and English
Occupation: Head Psychologist
Education Level: Bachelor's degrees in Biological Basis of Behavior & Psychology; Doctorate in psychology




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Hair Colour: Brown
Eye Colour: Dark gray
Body Type: Lex has a very average build, but he is extremely tall either way, standing at about six feet, four inches. He's a bit toned, too, but with the pressure of head psychologist weighing down on him, he has little time to work out.
Distinguishing Features: Besides his very noticeable height, there is not much more to Ainsley that sets him apart from others. He does have very defined eyebrows. That's something. He often wears jeans and a button-up shirt to work, too. Some may notice that he sports a few scars on his arms from bad encounters with various patients.





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Notable Skills:
- Charisma: Ainsley's people skills rival those of, most noticeably, his superior, Dr. Kovalenko. He has a very natural charisma, and his position as head psychologist is greatly due to the fact that he is capable of finding a way into even the most stubborn subjects. His humor is known throughout the facility, and he tends to find a way to make light of most scenarios.

- Knowledge of the Human Mind: He is only thirty-six, but Ainsley Graham is one of the leading experts in psychology to this day. Should anyone have a question related to psychology, he is often the one confided in. The hard cases are placed in his hands, for he understands how to bypass mental and social barriers more often than not.

- High IQ: Ainsley has an IQ of roughly 135

Notable Disadvantages:
- Connections to Patients: Ainsley finds that he often connects too greatly to his patients. He develops emotional bonds with them. Unlike Dr. Kovalenko, he finds it difficult in certain scenarios to just take the logical approach.

- Inability to Be Taken Seriously: With the amount of jokes and sarcasm he spews out around the staff, it's a wonder they even allow him to remain a part of the team. Often, his opinion is shrugged off because many can't tell if he is joking or not.

- Lack of Firearm Experience: He's never properly been trained with weapons, and if he were given one, he probably wouldn't know what to do with it.





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Psyche: For many people who work at Morningside, Ainsley's perpetual good-humor comes as a relief amidst the constant worry that one may die during a regular day's work. In a way, he seems to have an aura of good-humor about him that has a tendency to put a smile on most faces. During nearly every conversation, he has a new pun or story to relay, making him the "office clown" in a way. Of course, this isn't because he takes his work lightly. In fact, he takes what he does very seriously. He simply understands that one must make themselves appealing to succeed in psychology. He develops extremely powerful emotional ties with those who accept his odd way of behaving. At the same time, however, he seems to enjoy going out of his way to pester those who seem to dislike him. It's not that he dislikes authority, in these cases. He simply enjoys seeing how far he can push the human mind before it snaps. In general, the mind fascinates him, and he often ponders simple statements made by various members of the staff, analyzing them as though they are keys to unlocking the secrets of the human mind. Unfortunately, being unused to people disliking him, Ainsley often does not know how to cope with such feelings, and they eat away at him.




Background: Dr. Ainsley Lexington Graham was born in Edinburgh, Scotland to two college professors. His parents, Sean and Becca, had only married when they found out they had accidentally conceived. Knowing the conservative ways of both of their parents, they married. His parents had little want to bring him into the world, so he remained an only child throughout his upbringing. With his father as a Classics professor and his mother as an art professor, Ainsley certainly had a childhood that focused on the arts. They, however, did little for him. He was a curious child, but his parents often lacked answers for him, so he found them for himself. It was while scouring various books for answers that he found an interest in psychology.

In school, Ainsley excelled, but he was known as a bit of a troublemaker for his sarcasm and constant joke-making. Really, they only reason he was not kicked out of boarding school was because he managed to weasel his way out of any real trouble he got into through tactics he taught himself regarding psychology. Following his graduation after Year 13 at the age of 17, Ainsley applied to various universities, but he chose to move to America to study at University of Pennsylvania. While here, he met his future wife, Adele Bengston.

Ainsley graduated from University of Pennsylvania in three years, making him twenty when he received his BA in BBB and Psychology. After marrying his longtime girlfriend, Ainsley returned UPenn for his doctorate. Almost right out of the program, he was welcomed on to the staff as a professor and researcher. It was here that Morningside contacted him and asked him to join their research facility. He loved the job, and thus he moved up in the ranks swiftly. This new career, as well as fallout related to Incident XXX-54, began to strain the relationship between Adele and Ainsley (who by that time had a daughter of one year, Margaux). Around his twenty-ninth birthday, they divorced. Ainsley, now with almost complete custody of his nine year old daughter, continues to work within the facility.

Actions of note within Facility: Ainsley is known for his personality throughout the facility. Other than this, however, he is also known for Incident XXX-54 in which a guard allegedly witnessed him and a prototype, which had been designed as a spy, "fraternizing in a way against Morningside Research Facility's staff policy". Though Ainsley blames the prototype, claiming it had limited his freewill, he was placed on suspension for a few months before being reinstated to his former position. He is still met with some looks of disgust and rude comments.

So begins...

Dr. Ainsley Graham's Story

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A collaboration between AthaNielsen and Scarlet Loup


Two pairs of footsteps caused echoed through the hall, one much daintier than the other. The two were a pair often seen together around the facility, the subject had grown attached to Dr. Graham as soon as she met him. Of course she liked all the doctors but he was her favorite, she considered him to be a better friend than any of the other subjects. Gentle humming accompanied the footsteps, the girl sang a familiar tune from Phantom of the Opera.

The soothing sound was interrupted as Meadow spoke up, β€œDr Graham?” She chirped, her voice not unlike the other half of her genes. β€œAre we going to go downstairs today?” She asked, clearly trying to hold back excitement. Ever since the Upper Level subjects had started to be moved she had lost more and more company, and wanted to visit the Lower Level as often as she could.

Meadow had, by that point, become almost a constant in Ainsley's life. Not that he disliked it, of course. In fact, he was quite grateful that he had the young hybrid to pass the time with. Her soft humming blended into the background as though the psychologist were carrying about an MP3 player around with him. He didn't notice she had stopped her twittering -- no pun intended -- until she spoke up gently.

It didn't take a psychology degree to tell that she was obviously anticipating a visit to the Lower Level. Either way, he did have one, and he did notice her excitement. The doctor could not help letting out a soft laugh in response. It wasn't a condescending one by any means, just a light one of amusement.

"I have to run down there to look at #00534," he replied, flipping open the file in his hand and extending it so that she could see it quickly. Ainsley snapped it shut before anything confidential could be viewed. At least he hoped he did. A light Scottish accent, which seemed to grow fainter with each passing day, graced his words, reminding those in the facility that he did not hail from America. "You really shouldn't spend too much time down there, Meadow. Bad juju and whatnot." He did not speak in a belittling manner. Rather, he tried to sound more like a concerned friend than anything. Ainsley even added a smile to emphasize his humor.

She was doing well, however. He hadn't had to worry about her behavior yet. Besides, she asked for little. "I'll take you down there today, alright? You better not go apeshit on me. I'm growing fond of your presence." He smirked as he scanned his ID, which was clipped to his labcoat, on the elevator's panel. Beneath said labcoat, he wore a red flannel shirt and some jeans, giving him the appearance of a well-shaven lumberjack.

Meadow glanced briefly at the file, only to see the image to jog her memory. No matter how much she tried she could never remember all the numbers and who they connected to. She gave a small nod of understanding at who they would be visiting.

"I'll be ok, I promise." She cooed, grinning up at him with an air of innocence. Meadow was incredibly childish, despite having the intellegence of her actual age. Despite her confidence she was still terrified of "going apeshit" like he said. None of the others had anything that would make sense for them to attack, but they still did. She tried her hardest to hide her fears from the others, but she wasn't stupid enough to not know that doctors knew.

The petite girl hurried into the elevator beside Ainsley. Her outfit constrasted his greatly, being bright and gentle. She wore a pale yellow skirt and a lime blouse, revealing several of the feather patches around her body. When they finally reached their destination and the elevator gave a satisfying "ding" Meadow's smile widened. She grabbed Ainsley's hand and scurried out the door, dragging him behind.

He took her word, as he did with most of the patients within Morningside. Not that that was a good thing to do with the amount of emotional instability about the place. Still, Ainsley knew that doing so created a nurturing environment, if such a thing could really be said about the research facility. Her innocent aura was endearing, and he couldn't help smiling back down at her. Though not necessarily immature, she was childish enough that he often forgot she was nineteen.

A brief silence ensued as the elevator zipped in a downward direction. Ainsley gave her a gentle nudge with his elbow as they rode the elevator side by side. "You're right," he said, his smile becoming one of reassurance now. "You'll be fine." Mere moments after the lift jolted into place, he found himself trailing after Meadow. His weight kept him from losing his footing and from her getting too far ahead until he could look around a bit. One never knew what venturing down here would result in.

He finally had to pull her to a stop when they were outside of the cafeteria. "I can't take you to #000534's room," he said in a soft yet definite manner. "It's too unpredicatable right now." He looked towards the cafeteria. "You could go catch up with some friends," he suggested. Looking back to her now, he smiled once more. "Try to stay away from Kovalenko, alright? She'll probably find a way to give me hell for bringing you down here."

The sudden halt made her fall back into Ainsley's chest, grinning up at him and fixing her skirt. Nodding along obediently with what he said, her enormous eyes lit up at the prospect of seeing friends. "I'll be sneaky." She reassured him, waving and rushing off towards the cafeteria.

Once more, he could not help smiling as she fixated her eyes on him. In a way, perhaps, her eyes were unnerving. As time passed, however, he seemed to find them winsome like something from a Margaret Keane painting. Ainsley gave her a moment, watched her run off towards the cafeteria, and then turned in the direction of Atlas's cell.

It wasn't hard to find, of course. Something like that needed a larger cell than most of the other prototypes did. He had not been on the staff when Atlas had gone on his rampage through the facility's hangar. Still, he had heard of the catastrophe many times before.

In a way, Ainsley was concerned for the day's session. He had never interacted with Atlas, never so much as been face to face with the being. Sure, Ainsley had watched the footage for weeks, attempting to get a read on its mentality, its intellect. Anything. At this point, there was little such analysis could do, and he knew, as well as everyone else, that nothing more could be achieved without actually confronting Atlas.

It was a wonder Ainsley didn't simply decline and push the job off on some rookie. He could have, most certainly, and he most likely would have. There was, however, that one spark in the back of his mind that propelled him forward. More so than the other clips, Ainsley had studied the instance with the cat. It was this interaction, this affection Atlas showed the cat, that convinced him that perhaps it was worth risking himself. It was all in the name of science, right?

Finally, he found himself outside of the door, clutching the file before his body. The rumbling from within the cell was already overwhelming, but at least there was no mistaking it for another cell. Ainsley must have stood nervously for a bit longer than he had thought, for a small crowd began to form behind him, watching eagerly for his next move as though this were a performance rather than a psychiatric evaluation.

Slowly, carefully, he extended a hand and knocked gently on the door as if it would make a difference. Not that Atlas could open the door, but it seemed like the right thing to do. After giving it a few seconds, whether as a kind gesture or as a chance to breathe, Ainsley identified himself on the door's lockpad and opened the door.

"Hello there," he said, forcing himself to choke it out before his initial impressions reduced him to a state of silence. A few moments passed as he looked up at Atlas from the doorway. At a snail's pace, he stepped into the room and let the door shut. "I'm Dr. Graham...would you -- erm -- do you have a moment...to talk?" In the face of danger, his usual charisma dissipated, leaving him in what felt like a far more vulnerable state than what he was already facing. He prayed it couldn't sense doubt or fear, for that would certainly make this interaction far more unpleasant.

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Atlas sat in his cell, leaning against the back wall of the 10x10x10 metre cube he was doomed to stay within.

And now, one of those who brought pain stood outside, staring in through the small viewing port next to the personnel airlock.

He was an odd one; he did not look like the guards who brought their objects designed to induce pain, or the white-coated men who caused much deeper, much greater pain.

This one looked worried.

And he was asking if he may enter. How odd, how odd.

The door hissed open without Atlas giving response, opened by invisible button presses within the control station, but now Atlas himself was curious. He sat up a little straighter and readjusted himself to view the man who had just entered through that small door. What lay beyond, Atlas did not know; he had been thrust in and twice escaped through the large tungsten airlock inset into one of the walls, not that small door for small people.

As the man walked inside, Atlas leaned a little closer to him, practically daring him to show his true motives, and gave a low rumble of semi-caution. He would hear this one out, but if it came to bring more pain, it would suffer it too.

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As Atlas leaned closer, Ainsley felt himself instinctively leaning further away. Once he realized this, however, he quickly steadied himself and brushed at his lab coat, flattening it out of habit. At least he knew the gargantuan being noticed him. On the other hand, this was hardly comforting. He tried to convince himself otherwise. Ainsley could hear a soft sound echo through the room, and he might have mistaken it for the air conditioning in the room. In a way, however, he knew it was not, for it all too eerily resembled the sound a cornered animal might make.

A few more moments of awkward silence gripped the room until Ainsley cleared his throat lightly. "Good morning," he said gently, smiling up at being. Slowly, his initial nervousness seemed to dissipate. Granted, it was obvious that he was not entirely comfortable. Perhaps an observer would notice the new, relaxed manner in which he held himself. "Now, the others all seem to call you 'Atlas'. Would it be alright for me to call you that too? The ID numbers aren't very personal, are they?"

There was a beat, and Ainsley made a bit of a face as if he were contemplating something. "Do you understand English, Atlas?" he asked softly. Certainly, this whole session would be rather difficult if there were a language barrier between subject and scientist. "Can you speak or write it?"