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Helen Magnus
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DR. HELEN MAGNUS
SANCTUARY
AGE: 160 273
DOB: 27 August 1850
HOMETOWN: London, England
BUNGALOW:
PB: Amanda Tapping
HAIR: Dark brown
EYES: Blue
HEIGHT: 5'9"
COMPLEXION: Fair
Tucked beneath the veneer of the world you know is a hidden world, populated by mutants and monsters and held in a delicate balance by a network of scientists collectively known as the Sanctuary network. At the helm of this project is Dr. Helen Magnus, a woman as enigmatic as the Abnormals she fights to protect. While perfectly comfortable wielding any technology presented to her within the modern confines of a Sanctuary laboratory, Magnus' beginnings are just as unusual as her current occupation as network head and chief scientist.

She began life in the much-less-modern Victorian London, the only daughter of another formidable research scientist. Not content with what was meant for her station and sex, Magnus pursued the study of science and medicine alongside her father and eventually applied to attend Oxford University, albeit only as a silent auditor at the start. It was at Oxford that she met some of the greatest scientific minds of the age: James Watson, Nikola Tesla, John Druitt and Nigel Griffin. She and her friends became known as The Five and began to research things that pushed the boundaries of known science, things that would never be learned within the hallowed halls of Oxford University. The pinnacle of their research lay in the vampire Source blood, the last remnants of the seemingly-extinct vampire race. After months of testing the blood, The Five injected themselves and developed powers tailored to each of them; Magnus became effectively immortal, susceptible only to life-threatening injury and illness.

As secret as they tried to keep things, such power cannot remain hidden for long and a few decades later the Prime Minister contacts each of the original Five to track down a dangerous and deadly acquaintance, Adam Worth, a real life Jekyll and Hyde. This is, of course, after Magnus and Watson cut ties with the rest of the group, who have descended into crimes ranging from serial murder (Druitt) to bank robbery (Griffin) and unlawful experimentation (Tesla). Threatened with their reputations and, potentially, their lives, The Five agree to hunt down Worth in exchange for, essentially, freedom to continue their research. It is Magnus who ultimately delivers what she thinks is a fatal wound to Worth and his death weighs heavily on her conscience for years afterward.

Magnus spent the next century or so building up her Sanctuary network, protecting what needs protecting and eliminating what needs to be eliminated. In that time she also gives birth to a daughter, Ashley, and she works by her side as a more militant counterpart to Magnus' scientist.

But what is dead may not always be and Worth reappears on the scene some 110 years after his seeming-death, hellbent on getting revenge against Magnus. Having developed a way to manipulate the time-space continuum, Worth freezes time in an abandoned warehouse and traps Magnus inside, leaving her to fight for her life with her bare hands.

Magnus spends most of the next year trying to unravel Worth's plans and, in doing so, discovers that the only way to truly ensure the safety of Abnormals everywhere is to go back and destroy him before he has a chance to wreak havoc. Being blessed with longevity, time is no object, and Magnus makes the decision to travel backward in time 113 years, kill Worth, and avoid her past self until she can "catch up," so to speak. During that time, she is able to make investments and set into place plans for an elaborate underground network to completely divorce the Sanctuary network from any and all government ties and after faking a particularly-spectacular death, goes underground for good.

She enters [personal profile] sixthiteration from the series finale, "Sanctuary for None."
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CHARACTER NAME: Dr. Helen Magnus
CHARACTER CANON: Sanctuary

[OOC]
This is the permissions list for OOC (out of character) activity.
Answer the following questions with "yes" or "no", as well as additional information if desired.

Slowtagging: sure
Canon-puncturing: I think she'd find it amusing but not at this time
Offensive subjects (elaborate): Hard to offend her, she's very old.

[IC]
This is the permissions list for IC (in-character) activity.
Answer the following questions with "yes" or "no", as well as additional information if desired. With IC permissions, it's a good idea to elaborate on what other players can expect from your character if they choose to do any of the following:

Hugging this character: Sure, if a friend
Kissing this character: Maybe not out of the blue but sure, if mutual attraction is expressed
Flirting with this character: Absolutely
Fighting with this character: Sure, she can hold her own for the most part and she's pretty well trained with firearms
Injuring this character (include limits and severity): Sure, but let's discuss first. Magnus heals crazy fast. Not werewolf fast but definitely above an average human.
Using telepathy/mind reading abilities on this character: Sure, let's discuss in dropbox first.

General Warnings:

Magnus is pretty easy-going and tends to give everyone the benefit of the doubt before getting her hackles raised. She's incredibly protective of those she thinks of as "hers," though, and won't hesitate to use deadly force to right a wrong.

[GODMODDING]

Nobody at this time.
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Now that Helen had hidden herself away from the world, she finally had time to do things that weren't balancing a half dozen governments on her shoulders. Will was more than capable of handling the day-to-day running of the Sanctuary and it left her with more available time than she'd had in recent decades.

It was, in a word, unbearable.

Without something to fill up every waking moment of every day, Helen found herself dwelling on those she'd lost. This time of year, it fell toward Ashley, because her birthday would be in a few weeks and it was a day that always felt empty without her bounding around. Ashley was everything that Helen was not - impetuous, brave, brash and daring. Helen had ever been cautious about her life and had left nothing to chance. Ashley played everything for a lark.

So this particular evening, she wound up deep in the labs and saw only a few tufts of spiked brown hair bent over an unknown project. Nikola. Clearly that was the way to go, for distraction.

"Oi, what are you doing up so late, then? Burning the candle from both ends?" she teased, wanting to get a rise out of him.
notsocommon: ([Blonde] Concerned)
Helen had spent the last several months going back and forth between the new facilities and the strange pocket universe she'd found with Nikola which had proven particularly enlightening. There were any number of infinite paths from that crossroads and it was something she had not been able to get a handle on scientifically just as yet.

Then again, science that was yet unexplained was merely magic, was it not? She had thought so as a child, until her father had taught her otherwise. All she had to do was keep exploring, keep pushing through each and every door until she found the key to cracking the mystery behind how it all worked. Of course, the legwork on this was exhausting but at least she had Nikola she could implore for help.

One of the doors she'd found in her wanderings had been one that was her own London back in the late 1800s. She was blonde there, as she'd discovered by gazing into a very dingy looking glass, but other than that, none of the rest of the Five seemed to be there. Her life was established, her home in the same place, just the people weren't the same. It was curious, to say the least, and she wondered what might happen if she pulled Nikola through the same door.

To that end, she'd gone back to the Nexus to find him, poking around until she found the library. A likely choice; Nikola had ever loved to read with a nice glass of wine.

"Nikola! I've a project for you, if you care to come with me. Hmm? I'll make it worth your while, I promise."

ageplot EP

Jul. 19th, 2013 05:19 pm
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Helen had never been away from home without her father and now she was on some strange island with a husband and a baby, neither of which she remembered. She had always prided herself on never fainting but she had come very close when waking up without a stitch of clothing in bed next to a man.

Will had been kind enough to explain that there was a place to get tea and to relax and that was where Helen was now, trying to soothe her jangled nerves. It was terribly awkward, the whole situation, made even worse by this strange technology she did not understand and these people she did not know.

"How much time have I missed? How many years in the future is it now?"

[PB aside, she looks enough like Magnus to be recognizable - just blonde and 17.]

for Sam

Jul. 8th, 2013 08:37 pm
notsocommon: ([Homecoming] Happy Birthday)
Helen's shoulder had finally started feeling better after having been dislocated by the sharktopus and she really felt like she could throw herself back into work. The good thing about all her vet assistants were that they were impossibly helpful and Helen knew she could depend upon them to pick up her slack when she fell behind.

Sam was definitely among those but there were few patients at the moment and things were quiet; it provided the perfect opportunity to instruct on more delicate and academic things so she pulled down a book on tropical infectious disease to research a few things before presenting them to Sam.

"Sam? Do you have a moment? I thought we could try to get some studying in while there's no disasters at hand."
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Magnus's Council bid for May 2013. Just as a reminder, some stuff she's done:

- built the vet's office
- took on apprentices for said office
- teaches at the school
- would like to put together a research team to further explore both the island + opportunities of getting off the island and back home (she'll detail this in her speech)
- other canon experiences of note (was a French spy in WWII, ran an international sanctuary network, Oxford trained surgeon, blah blah blah)

for Danny

Mar. 30th, 2013 11:32 pm
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It had been a few days and while Will was far from openly hostile, he wasn't warm and loving in the manner he normally was. Any advances were rebuffed and what little conversation they had was mostly focused on Gregory; while Helen was grateful that Will wasn't cross with her in front of their son, things were still tenser than she'd like.

She had very few people she felt comfortable talking to about this. She wanted to talk to Nikola, of course, but felt it was in poor taste to discuss trouble in her marriage with someone she'd already slept with. Phedre might be a good choice except that she didn't want to spark any jealousy...but Danny, well. He would be perfectly neutral, wouldn't he?

Decision made, she decided to go find him. That proved more difficult than she'd originally thought since Danny was so involved with various island things but she finally caught him near the IPD office.

"Danny? Do you have a moment or two?"

for Will

Mar. 17th, 2013 09:27 pm
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Helen had taken a day to process everything she'd seen before going to talk to Will about it. She felt like she'd been neglecting Gregory somewhat in the process, so she took a day off from clinic work and her classes and just about everything to take care of her son. He seemed grateful enough for the attention, so much as a small baby could, and since Will wasn't around, she took her time giving him a bath and singing to him.

She had a terrible singing voice, true, but her father had always sung her little lullabies growing up and Helen wanted to pass that along to Gregory. She always wanted him to associate his Mummy with someone safe and kind. She always wanted him to know that being in her arms meant that nothing could ever harm him or frighten him.

"I'm sorry I've not been around, little one. Mummy's just had so many things to think about this week. It's nothing to do with you, I promise."

Maybe she could get him soothed and down for a nap before Will came in and then they could talk.
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Helen actually found the reels by sheer chance. She was between shifts at the clinic and heading home and Will had the baby (no doubt doing therapy with Gregory on his lap or, more likely, avoiding paperwork with Gregory on his lap) and had a few moments to herself. She'd intended to get a book to read but pulled off the reels instead, thick, heavy things that reminded her of days gone by.

All were labeled 'Sanctuary' and had numbers following: 3.18, 3.19, 3.20, 4.01, 4.06 and so on, through 4.13 where they abruptly stopped. She decided it might be worth a look, at any rate, and cued up the first of the reels. Nothing could have prepared her for seeing her own face, her own world and Will, Kate and Declan as well. She felt a sharp pang for Declan, long since disappeared from the island, and watched instead as she and Will were trapped in some sort of alternate version of Carentan, the town she'd been held in when the SS had found her back in the 1940s.

There were things referenced that she didn't understand and, hoping for clarity, she moved on to the next reel and found herself even more confused. Will was some sort of doctor and she was an artist - neither of which were roles they played in the real world. He was married to some woman named Abby and the world seemed to be falling apart in front of them. The only constant, strangely enough, was the two of them and when they realized that, both of them woke in some sort of stasis tanks and told they were under the influence of some kind of hallucinogenic toxin produced by an Abnormal. She and John went on a madcap chase after Worth, only to discover John's real motive was to erase the past, erase everything Helen had become, simply so he could bed her once again. He sacrificed himself so she could go after Adam but that, she imagined, still wasn't a selfless act.

The shadows had shifted and changed and Helen knew it was late, far past when she should have gone to the psych office to retrieve Gregory and she reluctantly turned off the reel, tucking the cache she'd found out of the way so that perhaps nobody would disturb them. She went back several times over the course of the week, always in moments she could snatch here or there. Sometimes she had Gregory, which was good since she could feed him while watching but most she didn't. She didn't want him to see her upset, even if he was too small to understand.

She went through the reels two and three at a time, learning that she'd apparently hatched some sort of plot that she felt the need to tell nobody about, including Will, who seemed to grow more and more distant from her as time went on. He grew closer to Abby, this FBI agent, and Helen herself appeared to withdraw from everyone except some random woman in Africa (who, oddly, was a brunette with a French surname. Some types never changed). Will asked to be her partner after they very nearly died in some caves a half a world away and Helen held her breath as the Helen on the screen shut him out again and again.

When she finally managed to finish all of it, she had more questions than answers. How had she spent the 113 year gap? Why did she lie to Will about it? Why didn't she think she could trust Will with this knowledge when she'd trusted him with so many things prior to this?

One thing was certain. She would need to tell him about what she'd seen.

for Phedre

Mar. 17th, 2013 03:09 pm
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It took a few days and some finagling of schedules but Helen finally managed to arrange for an afternoon where Will could watch the baby and she would have plenty of time to get a massage. It had been an excessively long time since she'd had one, aside from Will occasionally rubbing her neck or shoulders, and she thought it might do her some real good so far as tension release.

Phedre was excessively attractive, true, but Helen felt like the offer was made only to help a friend with a skill that she possessed and not so much the way that perhaps some of Helen's more lurid thoughts might run. It made her nervous, but only a bit, and she imagined once she was actually getting a massage some of that might melt away.

She'd decided to meet Phedre up at the compound, unsure of where the best place would be and this being a central location.

"Afternoon, Phedre. Ready to put me to sleep? Or at least relax me enough that I sleep tonight?"
notsocommon: ([Homecoming] Happy Birthday)
Helen wasn't exactly in the interest of keeping her plans for Will's birthday a secret but she imagined he wouldn't want a big party and would prefer to spend it quietly and at home as they'd done for the past two years. That was more than fine with Helen, who was still sleep deprived more often than not, and she took Gregory with her up to the Compound to bake what she felt like was a spectacular cake. It had just a touch of chocolate in the sauce and banana in the cake part - while it wasn't chocolate banana nut bread, it was close enough to the concept while still passing for an actual birthday cake.

She'd dressed Gregory in his little Blue Jays onesie and a teeny baseball cap that she coaxed from the box and, cake done, started going through the machinations to get both cake and baby back down to the hut by the time Will got home. With the stroller, it was quite simple, and she would have to remember to thank Nikola yet again for his generous gift.

Once she got back home, she laid Gregory in his cradle (where he was more than enthralled with the mobile Uncle Nikola had made him) and dressed herself - she could finally fit back in the green dress from St. Patrick's the year before last and she knew it was one of Will's favorites. She spritzed on a bit of her rapidly-dwindling perfume but left her hair loose and simple, just the way Will liked it.

"Today is your daddy's birthday," Helen sing-songed, completely shameless when it came to babytalking around Gregory. "We're going to make sure he has a good time, aren't we? Yes, we are."
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Helen had promised to spend a little more time talking one on one with Wanderer when there weren't the concerns of arrival or the bustle of a party to contend with and she'd settled for having tea with her on a Saturday afternoon. She'd brought Gregory along, of course, because she hated to saddle Will with him when she was unoccupied and it seemed that Wanderer had been fond of the baby; Helen was always pleased with people who were interested in her son.

She was a bit early, so she'd snuggled Gregory in his sling across her chest and gone to boil the water for tea, hoping to at least have that done before Wanderer turned up in the kitchen. Whether or not they'd stay in the Compound was up to her - Helen hardly had an opinion - but this part would need to start here.

When she heard a noise behind her, she turned slightly. "Just getting a few things ready for us. Did you want anything in particular?"

for Nikola

Dec. 17th, 2012 05:02 pm
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Helen had actually not been expecting any visitors and with Will out seeing patients and teaching classes, it was just she and Gregory tucked into the tidy penthouse for the time being. When she heard the bell ring, she imagined it was Will and buzzed him in without a thought, thinking that he must have forgotten something.

She opened the door, smile wide, only for it to fall a bit in confusion when she saw Nikola there. "Ah, Nikola. I wasn't expecting you." She shifted Gregory a bit and opened the door a bit wider to let him in.

"Do come in. Tea? I'm afraid I don't have any wine on hand."

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