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Overview

Alias(es): Dr. Azlene Mooga

Real Name: Joanna Lynn Carlson

Age: 30

Concept: Humanitarian/pedestrian/Free Hold Doctor.

Entitlement:

Physical description: 6ft, ~100lbs, gray skin, black hair, her eyes are complete light green, theres no white.

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Character Information

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Known History

Azlene is from a small town outside of Oxford, England.
She was in Vietnam for a brief period of time before she was taken.
William Marks dragged her into the hedge.
Escaped and was sent to Arizona.
Completed Medical school.
Studies under Bolgra.
Started her own Motley with Gabriela and Emily from Summer Court and often refers to them as her Summer Court sisters.

Basic Timeline:

Born February 14, 1942
Taken October 1972
Returned October 2003
January 2003 Entered into ASU's medical program.
March 2003- Swore to the Freehold.
May 2005 Graduated from ASU and started working at Banner Children's Hospital.
2007- finished residentice and got a permanent position at BCH.

Staying out of Trouble:

2007-to current: keeping busy at work and making sure the Freehold stays Healthy.

Merit Details:

Nightmares and Dreams: My Grandmother use to tell me and my younger siblings stories about Fairies and far off castles. About knights that would go and save the princess from a tall tower that was guarded by a dragon. All these stories usually ended in Happy Ever After.

I should have paid more attention to her stories. Perhaps if I did I could have known what to look out for. After all every Fairy Tale, no mater how big or small is based on some form of truth. My Fairy Tale is no different.

I was born Joanna Lynn Carlson, on Valentines Day 1948. I was the eldest of two younger brothers, Jackson and Tomas. The three of us often got into trouble together over summer and winter holidays. Whenever we would get into trouble I would fine some way to bend my father’s affection towards me to my advantage. It was easy then to be able to escape punishment.

My father was a great man, a big city doctor, who after the war moved out into the country, where it was peaceful. He was strict when needed but mostly I remember him being kind and playful. Everyone in our town looked up to him. I wanted to be like him when I was younger. I wanted to be loved my community and my family.

Whenever I wasn’t chasing after my brothers, or climbing apple orchards, I would follow my father around town. I loved helping him. So it became no surprise to anyone when I went away to school that I decided to enter into Oxfords Medical school program.

It was hard adjusting to life in a big city. It was wonderful and frightening all at the same time. I found comfort visiting my family during Holiday breaks. During my weekends I kept my self occupied at the local Hospital, volunteering in the Pediatric wing.

During my 3rd year of medical school, I had attended a rally urging for Volunteers to go to Vietnam with the Red Cross. The goal was to help those that were being affected by the war by helping them rebuild and to proved them medical assistants. It seemed exotic and interesting. To go to a foreign country and help locals get civilized again. Bring some joy to others in the middle of war.

I realize now that I should have been more cautious before I signed up. Listen to my parents instead of fight with them over this.

The time I spent in Vietnam was more like a waking nightmare. There were times that even the bugs were silent; those were the nights you feared the most. Wondering where the VA’s were hiding. Then there were nights when the sky would appear to be on fire. You wouldn’t be able to sleep those nights, one ear would be listening to see how far off the explosions would be and the other would be seeing how close the VA’s would be.

I can remember the first time I had held a young man’s hand as his body drifted into shock from burns, the scream of a mother when she understood that there was nothing we could do to save her child. The land Mine victims that would be carried in by family members or friends their damaged limbs either being carried or still barely attached. The long nights in surgery, when the MASH units where overfilled or just couldn’t take them.

We liked assistant the MASH units when it meant a possible shipment of alcohol. It made us numb enough on the rough nights to not feel enough to sleep.

The events leading up to my adduction are a bit fuzzy. I can recall running into a strange little man on my way into town, I remember thinking that he reminded me more of a troll then a human being. How his dark almost soulless eyes stared at me as I helped him. I could have sworn then that I heard him laugh when I left him standing on the side of the road.

What was the old saying? Never draw a fairies attention to your self?

Some time later, we had to leave camp in a hurry. We had gotten word form a near by MASH unit that the VA’s were coming in our direction. Some where in the confusion of the evacuation I had gotten separated from the group, with one of the children we were caring for. I panicked. I didn’t know what to do. Here I was a young woman in an unknown country in the middle of a War alone with a small child. What the Hell was I thinking!?!?

Somewhere in my panicked state I ran into William. I was so relieved to fine someone who wasn’t a VA that I ignored any thoughts that my savior might be dangerous. I didn’t realize until it was too late. Until I was dragged through the Hedge and the child ripped out of my arms on what was happing to me.

I have forgiven William for that day. He’s proved to no longer be that person. The child however I can’t forgive for. It’s not mine to forgive him for but my burden to bear with him.

I can’t remember too much of Arcadia, I consider this a good thing. My transformation to Aslyn and the death of Joanne is a bit of a blur. Images resubliming something out of a bad sci-fi movie, where there’s a strange looking creature in the back commanding his drones to do his bidding. And his eyes…I can remember those same soulless eyes staring at me while the other Chirurgeon’s did their job, recreating me into one of them. Slowly I felt Joanne die. My mind became a blank slate.

I must have given up. Surrender to my captors, my Keeper.

I remember his voice scratchy and softly saying, “You’re ready. You’ll serve him well.”

I was handed over to a being others refereed to as the “Game Keeper”. My job was to keep his “toys” working, to repair them whenever they got broken. It seemed simple enough until the “Game Keeper” created his prize pieces.

During one royal debate, the battle had been a tough one for both sides. I found my self standing above what was left of a man covered in burns and soot residue. The smell and sound brought me out of the Arcadian fog, I panicked. This wasn’t right.

I ran in the direction I thought lead to the hedge, the way out. Believing this world was nothing more then a bad dream. I had never made it out that night. I was dragged back to “Game Keeper” placed back to work.

I tired a few times more. Each time I would be dragged back by tin soldiers back to my post, to my duty. I even thought one time I did make it out. I found my self at my childhood home. Everything was the way it should have been. When I opened the door I shouted out to my parents, what I found however; was a funny looking man with troll like features and soulless eyes starting at me, this time with a smile. I hadn’t escaped like I so desperately desired.

I had started to give up on hope of ever escaping the living nightmare I was in, until I heard a rumor about a Wizened trying to form a group to escape. I can’t recall how many there were of us that day, when we escaped from the “Game Keeper”. Just that at one point I found my self alone, in front of the Hedge.

When I made it out I breathed in the air around me. I was free! Finally after God knows how long I made it out of that nightmarish place. I looked around at my surroundings, surly the others where close by. I waited for them. Nothing, no one had followed me out. No one came looking for me.

I wondered if I was even free. Was the “Game Keeper” going to be sending his tin men back after me?

After a while I was picked up by a troop of American soldiers doing patrol around the area. They took me to their Embassy, believing me to be a lost tourist; I discovered that I was in Vietnam. I still wasn’t breathing easy. I had jumped out of one Hell and into another. After a quick examination, I was released to a man named Samuel, an assistant to the Ambassador and a fellow Changeling.

He told me that he was assigned to this area to help out others that had escaped and it was his job to help relocate them. Before I had to leave I was given a week to adjust to the change of times.

During my first week out Samuel would often pay me visit. After three days Samuel came up to my room with a small box. “I have something for you.” He handed me the small box. “We were able to salvage a few of your belongings. You’re lucky that the Red Cross kept these and didn’t throw them away.” He explained that it contained a few belongings from my life before, that they were able to save.

It wasn’t much, just a chain with a few charms, a few pictures and a journal. It was something. I had asked Samuel why no one ever claimed it. He smiled at me, simply stating that maybe my family never new me to be missing to go lucky for me. Samuel couldn’t tell me if I showed I ever left this island or if I was considered Lost. “Sorry, darling but those records have been destroyed years go.”

Then he left. I was alone again. Reading the journal I had reconnected with Joanne, had I ever been that girl? I felt like I was reading a story about someone, not the keys I had to my past. Joanne was a girl so full of life, so full of hope and love. I mourned loosing that part of me. I wanted so desperately to get her back. I wanted to be young again. To look at the world in Rose tinted glasses.

Perhaps that’s why I love my Spring Court so much. Through them I feel more connect I with that girl. I can bring her out sometimes and allow her to shine.

After my week I was sent off to Arizona. I was greeted by a mundane who took me to meet with a man called David Orion. He was apart of an underground network in charge of helping escaped Changelings, much like Samuel, to fine their place in society.

With his and Bolgra’s help I found my place in our society. It didn’t take me long to turst the Freehold. Just a few months after my arrival in Arizona I swore an oath in front of the Monarchs. Bolgra even encouraged me to even go back to medical school. At one point it had been Joanne’s passion to go to medical school and become a small town doctor. I couldn’t be her anymore but I could grant her wish. So I went to medical school and graduated getting a residency at Banner Children’s Hospital.

I love my job. I love seeing the faces of my patience and the workers. Children, who for some, have been sick for years can still manage to smile up at you in their darkest hours. When adults would crumble and fall, they always fine a way to make things brighter. I know Bolgra worry’s that I push my self to hard. But when I’m there and getting off of a long shift, the rewards I receive after a long day make up for the long hours.

I hope I can earn forgiveness one day for my sins. I blame my self for that child being dragged into the Hedge with me. For any wrong doings that I might have commented in Arcadia that I don’t remember.

In the mean time life goes on. Just like it went one while I was gone. I realized that one can not live in the past, but we must hold on to it to realize our future. England isn’t my home now. I realized that a trip back two years ago. We both found that we both changed for the good and the bad. Changed with the times like we all must do.

It was that trip that I realized that Arizona was my home and there was no where else I would rather be. I had given Joanne her one desire and wish and became a small town doctor. Now I work towards helping others realize their desires. If it’s a child who’s never walked before and watch as he takes his first steps. Or helping other fine something that makes them happy. I feel its part of who I am. And while I help with these little moments Joanne gets to peak out through my green eyes and have a moment to her self.

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