NAME: Rosalind Lutece JOURNAL: _tails PLAYED BY: Maggie Gyllenhaal FANDOM: Bioshock Infinite CANON POINT: post game
CAN THIS CHARACTER BE CANON PUNCTURED?yes
WHAT ARE YOUR INTENTIONS WITH THIS CHARACTER IN GAME? The Luteces are mostly going to join the science crowd at Stark, and be odd at people. They'll look for companions and give advice. They'll also be fascinated by the dreams and try to study them in a formalized manner.
IN GAME HISTORY: Rosaline Lutece is a London native. She grew up with her twin brother Robert. From and early age they had a fascination with science. Rosalind and Robert devoured books about physics. They were inseparable, and their love for science only paled to their devotion to each other.
They had a hard time in school, not because they weren't smart, or even because they were. They held themselves isolated from the other kids, because most of the other children wouldn't understand the things they loved, and Rosalind was too disinterested in explaining things to them to even try. Though they both dated in high school Rosalind found the boys they both fancied to be devoid of substance once you broke through the front they presented to the world. Nobody could challenge her mind like her brother.
When they graduated from Oxford with their PhDs in Quantum Physics (at the same time, naturally), they started up their own lab, tinkering with equation and burying themselves deeper and deeper in the strange, theoretical side of physics, rarely going out for anything other than necessities.
When Robert first suggested they join the team at Stark Industries Rosalind was uncertain about the idea. Tony Stark was a somewhat odious individual, in her point of view, and working for him seemed like it would be tiresome. She also thought California was too vacuous for their kind of work. Even the pessimistic Rosalind had to agree that Stark Industries had some interesting scientists in its employ, and their ideas might help her studies with her brother.
They're never seen apart, and are so close that they frequently finish each other's sentences and have long, rambling conversation about whatever comes to mind. They're considered quite odd but very smart by the scientist they collaborate with. Rosalind is the fatalistic one, and sees endings where her brother sees beginnings. She doesn't mind this, she feels they balance each other out. She keeps him grounded and he keeps her motivated.
AUDITION
Rosalind rubbed her face as she padded out to the hallway. She could hear Robert singing in the shower already. She sighed and kept walking past, toward the kitchen to make breakfast. The coffee pot was on an automatic timer, and the bacon they were having was already laid out on foil so it could easily be transferred to its cooking sheet and baked.
She made two cups of coffee, on with little cream and sugar and one with little else. She set Robert’s hideously milky concoction by his plate and put the bacon in the oven.
Robert rubbed his hair dry as he stepped out of the bathroom, still singing as he went back to his room to put on his clothes. He tried to say hello to Rosalind before she retreated into the shower, but she didn’t hear him over the water he’d left running. He chuckled and tugged his pants on, then went down to take the bacon out and start the pan heating for their eggs. He poured the grease off into the pan and put his shirt on, still singing under his breath as he fried the eggs.
Rosalind was tugging her dress into place when she got down to the kitchen, and Robert went to zip it for her automatically. “Thank you. The bacon came out on time?”
“Of course it did. I broke your yolks, but not until later in the process-”
“-So they didn’t run all over the whites.” Rosalind finished, bringing their plates over. “Good enough. If we could automate egg frying our Wednesday routine would be as simple as Tuesday and Monday.”
“Yes, but it’s not a terrible idea to maintain some independence from our machines.” He noted as he plated the eggs and Rosalind put the bacon on next to them.
“Yes. We are rather codependent, wouldn’t want any machines getting in the way.” She teased, taking her plate to her spot at the table. “It’s likely going to rain today.”
“I don’t think so.” Robert said. “Forecast only calls for a fifty percent chance.”
“That’s no better than a coin flip.” Rosalind said, some what contemptuously.
“And your information is based on a hunch.” Robert countered.
Rosalind nodded to concede the point. “We’ll see who’s right, I suppose.”