Post by Doc Seville on Aug 23, 2012 15:48:53 GMT -5
c h a r a c t e r i n f o
b a s i c s
name; Justin James Seville
alias; Doc Seville
gang residence; --
occupation; clinic doctor.
alignment; neutral/true neutral.
age; 29
DoB; April 10th, 1983
sexual orientation; bisexual.
face claim; Tom Felton!
physical description; 5'8" of pure loud, moody doc. sandy-blonde short hair that's spiked up in front with gel, blue eyes. often wears a few strips of bandages over his blind eye. average-looking build at first glance, but is actually decently built, and works out in his spare time.
family; none who want him around!
friends; also none, so to speak! ("some idiot named Saxon keeps buggin' the hell outta me though, f'he counts")
likes; being a doctor, fixing people, working, quiet moments, meditating... he doesn't like much anymore.
dislikes; annoyances, loud noises, being interrupted, messes in his clinic (blood on the floor), hospitals, Felix Dekur, sappy things, too many cases at once, gang fighting, fighting in general.
strengths; determination, intelligence, cleverness, willingness to do anything for his patients, handles stress well, can think on his feet.
weaknesses; impatience, holds grudges, short temper, puts others before himself.
personality; loud, rough exterior, complains a lot, sarcastic, snarky, doesn't like authority, bitter, loyal to those who gain his trust or friendship, genuinely caring despite the rest of his personality.
history; Seville used to be a member of Arc, one of their best spies and gunslingers. he was a member of Rundas for a few years, during which he gathered information and passed it back to Arc. eventually Rundas's former leader, Felix Dekur, found out, and the two got into a fight, in which Felix cut and blinded Sev's left eye. he also exposed him as a supernatural to the hospital that Sev worked at as a neurosurgeon-in-training, and he was fired and basically exiled. after this he left Arc and separated himself from all gang involvement. instead, he started a little clinic called No Man's Land, which has only two rules; no weapons, and no violence. it went on to become a place where all gang members could get care for their various injuries without having to worry about being arrested, and even some cops show up from time to time when they don't want their not-so-lawful methods of peacekeeping to be found out. the cops' presence also keeps the place running, as they don't turn Sev in for what would probably be frowned upon by the city's government.
rp sample;
I got two rules here in No Man's Land; no weapons, and no violence, even with rival gang members.
Don't like 'em? There's the door. Have fun bleedin' t'death out on the street. Make sure y'die in some other alley though, I don't want your blood all over my sidewalks! Bad for business.
Yeah, that's what I thought. Drop your gun there, I'll get'cha cleaned up-- HEY, watch where you're BLEEDIN' y'idiot! You get blood on my floor, you're gettin' stitched without painkillers! Sheesh...
Sit your ass down up here, c'mon. There... huh? Why'd I start this place? Heh, you must be new... I started it for dumbasses like you who go and get hurt, but can't get to a hospital without bein' arrested the minute y'walk in! Got cops that come here too y'know. Don't know why they don't go somewhere normal, and don't really care, either. They keep my place open, n'I fix 'em up. Simple s'that.
Oh, quit'cher whinin', I gave you anasthetic! All you gang thugs act so tough n'bloodthirsty, but when someone puts a needle into you it's like you're dyin'...
What, me? In a gang? Please, you think any've these idiots would let me treat 'em if I was in a rival gang? Nah, I don't deal with shit like that anymore, s'not worth it.
No, m'not tellin' you about my face. Y'don't just go asking about people's faces! Haven't you ever heard've common courtesy? Yeah, I hope that stitch hurt, y'dumb bastard! I swear, dunno why I help you morons out sometimes... guess you're lucky I'm such a giving person!
There, you're done. No don't leave yet, just relax for a few hours. I don't want you leavin', gettin' complications, then endin' up right back here! Just lay there for a spell. Y'look dead tired anyway... all've you always do.
b a s i c s
name; Justin James Seville
alias; Doc Seville
gang residence; --
occupation; clinic doctor.
alignment; neutral/true neutral.
age; 29
DoB; April 10th, 1983
sexual orientation; bisexual.
face claim; Tom Felton!
physical description; 5'8" of pure loud, moody doc. sandy-blonde short hair that's spiked up in front with gel, blue eyes. often wears a few strips of bandages over his blind eye. average-looking build at first glance, but is actually decently built, and works out in his spare time.
family; none who want him around!
friends; also none, so to speak! ("some idiot named Saxon keeps buggin' the hell outta me though, f'he counts")
likes; being a doctor, fixing people, working, quiet moments, meditating... he doesn't like much anymore.
dislikes; annoyances, loud noises, being interrupted, messes in his clinic (blood on the floor), hospitals, Felix Dekur, sappy things, too many cases at once, gang fighting, fighting in general.
strengths; determination, intelligence, cleverness, willingness to do anything for his patients, handles stress well, can think on his feet.
weaknesses; impatience, holds grudges, short temper, puts others before himself.
personality; loud, rough exterior, complains a lot, sarcastic, snarky, doesn't like authority, bitter, loyal to those who gain his trust or friendship, genuinely caring despite the rest of his personality.
history; Seville used to be a member of Arc, one of their best spies and gunslingers. he was a member of Rundas for a few years, during which he gathered information and passed it back to Arc. eventually Rundas's former leader, Felix Dekur, found out, and the two got into a fight, in which Felix cut and blinded Sev's left eye. he also exposed him as a supernatural to the hospital that Sev worked at as a neurosurgeon-in-training, and he was fired and basically exiled. after this he left Arc and separated himself from all gang involvement. instead, he started a little clinic called No Man's Land, which has only two rules; no weapons, and no violence. it went on to become a place where all gang members could get care for their various injuries without having to worry about being arrested, and even some cops show up from time to time when they don't want their not-so-lawful methods of peacekeeping to be found out. the cops' presence also keeps the place running, as they don't turn Sev in for what would probably be frowned upon by the city's government.
rp sample;
I got two rules here in No Man's Land; no weapons, and no violence, even with rival gang members.
Don't like 'em? There's the door. Have fun bleedin' t'death out on the street. Make sure y'die in some other alley though, I don't want your blood all over my sidewalks! Bad for business.
Yeah, that's what I thought. Drop your gun there, I'll get'cha cleaned up-- HEY, watch where you're BLEEDIN' y'idiot! You get blood on my floor, you're gettin' stitched without painkillers! Sheesh...
Sit your ass down up here, c'mon. There... huh? Why'd I start this place? Heh, you must be new... I started it for dumbasses like you who go and get hurt, but can't get to a hospital without bein' arrested the minute y'walk in! Got cops that come here too y'know. Don't know why they don't go somewhere normal, and don't really care, either. They keep my place open, n'I fix 'em up. Simple s'that.
Oh, quit'cher whinin', I gave you anasthetic! All you gang thugs act so tough n'bloodthirsty, but when someone puts a needle into you it's like you're dyin'...
What, me? In a gang? Please, you think any've these idiots would let me treat 'em if I was in a rival gang? Nah, I don't deal with shit like that anymore, s'not worth it.
No, m'not tellin' you about my face. Y'don't just go asking about people's faces! Haven't you ever heard've common courtesy? Yeah, I hope that stitch hurt, y'dumb bastard! I swear, dunno why I help you morons out sometimes... guess you're lucky I'm such a giving person!
There, you're done. No don't leave yet, just relax for a few hours. I don't want you leavin', gettin' complications, then endin' up right back here! Just lay there for a spell. Y'look dead tired anyway... all've you always do.