[hider=Doctor Jonathan Baynard] [hr][hr][h1][b][i][color=goldenrod][center]Jonathan Baynard[/center][/color][/i][/b][/h1] [center][img]http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s1nRTf7ixXw/TPPwFeL7BII/AAAAAAAAAlE/vSIcJ2nf_ts/s1600/flaunt-magazine-1.jpg [/img][/center] [hr][hr][h3][b][i][color=goldenrod][center]Character Summary[/center][/color][/i][/b][/h3] [b][color=goldenrod]Full Name:[/color][/b] Jonathan Edward Baynard [b][color=goldenrod]Aliases:[/color][/b] Doc or Jon. [b][color=goldenrod]Age:[/color][/b] 27 [b][color=goldenrod]Birthday:[/color][/b] Feb-12th, 1692 [b][color=goldenrod]Nationality:[/color][/b] British [b][color=goldenrod]Birth Place:[/color][/b] Barnes, Surrey [b][color=goldenrod]Affiliations:[/color][/b] The London Royal College of Physicians [b][color=goldenrod]Gender:[/color][/b]Male [b][color=goldenrod]Education:[/color][/b] Tutored by his grandfather Edward Baynard, he later followed in his steps by going to university and getting his MD. [b][color=goldenrod]Social Class:[/color][/b] Upper Middle Class [b][color=goldenrod]Occupation:[/color][/b] Physician [b][color=goldenrod]Languages:[/color][/b] English and Latin [hr][center][img] https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/236x/0b/7e/59/0b7e593f955165e8383fd42214046a1d.jpg?noindex=1[/img][/center][hr][h3][b][i][color=goldenrod][center]Appearance[/center][/color][/i][/b][/h3] [b][color=goldenrod]Height:[/color][/b] 5'8" [b][color=goldenrod]Weight:[/color][/b] 140lbs [b][color=goldenrod]Build:[/color][/b] Fair/lean [b][color=goldenrod]Eyes:[/color][/b] Light green [b][color=goldenrod]Hair:[/color][/b] Brown, mid length, pushed back, slightly messy. [b][color=goldenrod]Skin Tone:[/color][/b] Light. [b][color=goldenrod]Tattoos/Scars/Piercings:[/color][/b] None, he has smooth clean skin. [b][color=goldenrod]Personal Style:[/color][/b] Still considering himself a proper man, Jonathan likes to try distinguish himself from the other pirates by keeping his clothing as neat and clean as possible and his facial hair somewhat maintained. Without going too elaborate he tries to remain respectable and formal. He is happy with a nice jacket, stylish vest, fitted shirt and full length pants. Some firm leather boots are always a must. [hr][center][img] https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/originals/e2/db/57/e2db576c927059bb0f3b2b9b8ce03532.jpg[/img][/center][hr][h3][b][i][color=goldenrod][center]Psychology[/center][/color][/i][/b][/h3] [i][color=6ecff6][center][color=00a651]Committed[/color] * [color=ed1c24]Arrogant[/color] * [color=00a651]Courageous[/color] * [color=ed1c24]Stubborn[/color] * [color=00a651]Creative[/color] * [color=ed1c24]Opinionated [/color][/center][/color][/i] [b][color=goldenrod]Sexuality:[/color][/b] Hetero [b][color=goldenrod]Relationship Status:[/color][/b]Married and was expecting a child. [b][color=goldenrod]Personality:[/color][/b] John Baynard comes from a lateral logical world of simple cause and effect. Everything happens for a reason and that which he cannot explain he leaves to his faith and in the hands of God. This had served him well in his professional career of medical diagnostics and treatment. He had proudly excelled at his studies where he began to realise he was quite smarter than the others. While somewhat lacking in social graces, his confidence, stature and reputable name made up for it. He is a patient man capable of breaking problems down in his head and methodically sorting through it. A heavy thinker he rarely acts too rashly. Committed to what ever he starts he will see it through to the end. Never content with being basic in skill or knowledge on a subject that he has given time, he will allocate his full devotion to it and seek it to understand it to its depths. Life would be simple if it were only this way, but it's not. In moments of silence or stillness and in his dreams he romanticises about love and literature. Religion and philosophy. Those subjects of which there is no true answer. He dreams of the intangible that he could no sooner explain than control. That is his connection to the arts of literature. As a boy he has always pushed and challenged himself. Believing to be an orphan raised in high society, he is thankful everyday and tried to prove himself / earn it. [b][color=goldenrod]Habits:[/color][/b] Nightly prayers. Rolling his eyes. Biting his fist when thinking. [b][color=goldenrod]Hobbies:[/color][/b] Literature Chess [b][color=goldenrod]Fears:[/color][/b] [list][*]Snakes [*]Heights [*]Hell [*]Never meeting his child[/list] [b][color=goldenrod]Likes:[/color][/b] [list][*]Fishing [*]Chess [*]Rowing [*]Poetry [*]Cooking [*]Children[/list] [b][color=goldenrod]Dislikes:[/color][/b] [list][*]Rum (drunkenness) [*]Orphanages [*]Suffering [*]Gambling [*]Sacrilege [*]Liars [*]Pirates[/list] [hr][center][img] https://lukevansloversitaly.files.wordpress.com/2014/09/tumblr_mugl6tt8tq1ru3o25o1_500.jpg[/img][/center][hr][h3][b][i][color=goldenrod][center]Cards On The Table[/center][/color][/i][/b][/h3] [b][color=goldenrod]General World Skills:[/color][/b] [list][*]Reading/Writing English. [*]Composure [*]Concentration [*]Cooking [*]Deduction [*]Memorization [*]Perception [*]Science (Biological) [*]Science (Chemistry/Physics) [/list] [b][color=goldenrod]Combat Skills:[/color][/b] [list][*]Diving [*]Swimming [*]Bare knuckle boxing [*]Horse riding [*] [/list] [b][color=goldenrod]What Is On Your Person:[/color][/b] [list][*] Clothing - Fine travelling attire. Sturdy leather boots, nice coat and jacket. [*] Wallet - Since been emptied. [*] Expensive wedding ring - hidden in parchment and tucked in a pocket. [*]Surgeons knife - just in case. [*] [*] [*] [*] [*] [*] [/list] [b][color=goldenrod]Quarters:[/color][/b] [list][*]Nice spare formal clothes [*]Mixed book of poetry. Tattered, torn and old with additional pages added in, it's a family heirloom of favourites including those written by her mother and grandfather. [*]A few books of science and philosophy that he happened to be studying at the time of his capture. [*]A bible. [*]His [url=http://www.caesarscoins.com/ba801-01.jpg]doctors case [/url]filled with [url=http://www.surgicaltechnologists.net/blog/20-scary-old-school-surgical-tools/]tools.[/url] [*]Parchment [*]Quill and Ink [*]Letter from his wife [*]Letter to his wife [*]Signet ring [*]Surgeons apron and mask [/list] [hr][center][img] https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/736x/49/df/98/49df981b705a0b9025b8b0d15639764e.jpg[/img][/center][hr][h3][b][i][color=goldenrod][center]History[/center][/color][/i][/b][/h3] [b][color=goldenrod]Family History:[/color][/b] Mother: [url=https://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/Ann_Baynard]Anne Baynard[/url]-Deceased. Never met. A British natural philosopher and model of piety. Died of natural causes. Father: Name Unknown. Never met. An Irish drunk and criminal. Probably dead. Was in Anne's life for one passing night. Seemingly a soul to save he turned out to be rotten all the way through. Forcing himself on her and scaring her for life. Grandfather:[url=https://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/Edward_Baynard_(physician)] Edward Baynard[/url] Raised Jonathan after adopting him from the orphanage, soon after Annes death. An English physician and poet. Still alive and in London living in Ludgate hill. [b][color=goldenrod]Behind Your Name:[/color][/b] Jonathan's first name was given to him by his grandfather when he was put up for adoption. An on the spot name probably conceived due to his recent dealing with a Sir Jon Floyer. It wasn't until Jon was adopted did he get given his rightful family name. Still he thinks it an act of kindness that he forever holds dear. [b][color=goldenrod]History:[/color][/b] Conceived without love or permission. Jon's mother, Anne Baynard, was forced to hide her unwanted pregnancy out of shame and fear of the ramifications it would have on her status and families reputation. While no easy choice, the trauma of that one night caused by a drunken forceful Irish man, proved too much for her. Jonathan was abandoned to an orphanage shortly after his birth. Until the age of 6 he grew up with many other loveless children in a cold strict environment where he learnt to be silent, obedient and God fearing. Shortly after his sixth birthday his unknown mother passed away and his grandfather, consoling in his loss, came in to anonymously adopt his lost grandson. Jon still doesn't know they are actually family. Jonathan was put into schooling and in return spent his spare time helping Edward around the house and occasionally joining him on his daily duties. Edward was a kind and caring foster parent. To this day Jonathan still considers himself blessed for being given such a kind parent figure. Edward taught Jonathan much, and Jonathan drank it in like an eager sponge. Life was good. Jonathan went to school and studied hard. He never knew of the restrictions or perils of poverty, but he was raised well. Jonathan was compassionate, generous and charitable. Much like his mother. After basic schooling he followed in Edwards footsteps and became a licensed physician. During his young adult years he only held a few strong friendships that could withstand his often rash pleasantries and blunt honesty. Of those people one of them was Sarah. A life long friend from a social level a few rungs below himself. That didn't matter. They were in love. Committed to one another they tied the knot and Jonathan got married. They had just began trying for a child when Jonathan left to embark on a trip to the Netherlands to visit [url=https://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/Leiden_University]the university of Leiden[/url] on behalf of Edward who had graduated there many years ago. Jonathan would never made it to his destination though. Having opted for speed over safety, with an urgency to return home, he ended up on a ship that fell victim to piracy on his way to the Netherlands. He still remembers that day vividly. His actions and decisions haunt him in his sleep. In the end only one person died out of a whole ship of twenty eight. Twenty six people carried on their journey, a bit shaken but alright. They even managed to hold onto their dignity and some of their belongings. Jonathan Baynard was not one of them. Twenty seven lives with goods valued at fifteen more, Jon had a debt of forty two sea faring souls to save before he would be set free. He had traded his services for the lives of the others. Now he works somewhat willingly upon the vessel saving the very people who were ready to kill him. It was at a port in Spain that he and much of the crew were transferred across to a larger ship. From there they went further south as did his hopes of going home. They were attacked by a navy vessel and forced to flee. While the altercation gave Jon much opportunity to recover his debt, their destination became clear. Jonathan was going to the Caribbean. [hr][center][img]http://www.labutaca.net/imagenes/wp-content/original/2012_03/el-enigma-del-cuervo-pelicula-7.jpg[/img][/center][hr][h3][b][i][color=goldenrod][center]Extras[/center][/color][/i][/b][/h3] [b][color=goldenrod]Character Quote:[/color][/b] "Common sense is the best distributed commodity in the world, for every man is convinced that he is well supplied with it." "Crooked things may be as stiff and unflexible as straight: and men may be as positive in error as in truth." "To every action there is always opposed an equal reaction" "Man was born free, and everywhere he is in chains." [b][color=goldenrod]Accent:[/color][/b] British [b][color=goldenrod]Theme Song:[/color][/b] [url=https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=o_l4Ab5FRwM]Wrong side of heaven[/url]-Five Finger Death Punch. [b][color=goldenrod]Anything Else: Howell Davis[/color][/b] [url=Www.roleplayerguild.com/posts/3023703]Dorian Radshaw-first day at work[/url] [center][hr][img]http://68.media.tumblr.com/0b2a1880864a7d777bfa972f068a6247/tumblr_inline_mklx6pBxEL1qz4rgp.gif[/img][/center][hr] [sub][color=ed1c24]*By submitting this CS in its completion I am stating I have read all the rules for this Rp and am agreeing to follow them to the fullest with respect and courtesy. I acknowledge that I can and will be removed from the RP without warning if I break a rule or cause problems with my fellow Rpers or the GM.[/color][/sub] [/hider] [hider=Dr Baynard's private journal.] [hr][hr] [h1][center][b][i][color=#0099cc]The Notebook[/color][/i][/b][/center][/h1][hr][h2][center][b][i][color=Goldenrod]Character Name[/color][/i][/b][/center][/h2][center][img]Character Image[/img][/center][center][i][color=Gray]"Character Quote"[/color][/i][/center][hr][hr][center]║ [color=yellow]☯[/color] Neutral ║ [color=orange]✿[/color] Friend ║ [color=cyan]❅[/color] BFF ║ [color=pink]♡[/color] Infatuation ║ [color=red]❤[/color] Love ║ ║ [color=ed145b]❦[/color] Considered Family ║ [color=limegreen]☣[/color] Tense ║ [color=red]☢[/color] Dislikes ║ [color=gray]☠[/color] Enemy ║[/center][hr][hr] [center][color=yellow]☯[/color] [b][color=E97E99]Millicent Clarke[/color][/b] [color=yellow]☯[/color] [i]"Indesputibly a beautiful woman by many standards. It is no surprise that in her profession, with the looks and cunning she possesses, that she has raised to new heights of social grace. However I am left curious and questioning if that has been her only instrument in attaining her current position. I wonder how far she would go to attain that wich she desires. My continued thoughts of her are purely of a righteous concerned nature. From the unusual injuries she attained, not only do I fear for her safety but also for those that cross her."[/i][/center] Relation Details: Their paths first crossed at Jonathan's practice, late one stormy night long after he had closed shop. It was only coincidence he was still there. She had come in presenting some seriously threatening injuries. Presumably a lady of the night, seemingly with some wealthy benefactors, if not somewhat sadistic. But that was not uncommon of the upperclass to think they could buy and build poor whores and treat them as they like. In his mind he silently whispered the Lord's Prayer, asking for the strength to treat this lovely woman without infection of carnal desires, to be able to touch her flesh with only the purest of thought and intentions, for the focus of his eyes to find only need and not the curves of her body. With a solem sympathy and professionalism he treated and even talked to her, but when he questioned the nature of her injury he was met by an unnervingly calm and casually cold threat. It perplexed him, for he had had his fair share of idle threats and violent disgruntled patients but she seemed far different. Dismissing it as dark humor for she seemed far to sweet to be serious, he still pried no further. Wanting to believe in his thoughts he gave her no opportunity to prove him wrong. The rest of his work was carried out in silence. She left him with a faint chill in his spine and a worry in his heart for her future. Hopefully she could find some better company. The next time they met Jonathon could not be sure it was her. It was an upperclass function some weeks after their first encounter. She looked vastly different dressed all prim and proper for the occasion. He thought little of it untill the the following day when the man she had escorted, a regular patient of Jon's, turned up dead. The cause was unclear but Jon knew him to be a man of good health. With suspicions high he sought to question the woman but he was never to see her again. 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It has been many days now since I was first taken captive and put into servitude. My count of passing moons has since been lost to the drudging torment awaiting at every turn. My hollow aching stomach turns with the sea. The presence of fever constantly lingers, not aided by the fact my clothes feel to be perpetually wet. I endure by giving as little of myself as possible, by just scraping by. By focusing on work when it presents itself, by imagining my rescue. At first I waited longingly to see a naval fleet on the distant horizon. The fruition and concomitant events that followed the safe arrival of all those who made the trip that I did not. An end to this humiliation, degradation and torture. But alas it has since been established, despite my first understandings and heaviest prayers, that I may most likely not see the shores of precious England again anytime soon, if ever. Realisation has now set upon me. It struck me in the heart like a diseased arrow carrying the truth of the matter. No longer does delusion hold with me the weight of the situation but I bare it all solely on my shoulders. The comfort of hope that once surrounded me has now died... And with it I fear a piece of my soul. I unwillingly overheard conversing regarding my worth, as if I am just some commodity to be traded. Most of the crew grows restless and seems eager to be done with this ship. As for my future, I no longer know what it may hold. I've come to realise that these ill-spoken simpletons lack any semblance of empathy or compassion. Void of empathy one has no reason for manners or other pleasantries. Mustered only in situations to suit primal desires, it is but a facade for these hollow empty godless vessels. Fallen so far from grace have they, their minds are corrupted beyond their own realisation. I now understand why the sea cries out in rage. For the first time ever I can not even say with confident certainty that my life rests in gods hands. For I fear that here in theses hellish waters, even God would not risk tarnishing his flesh with the filth that... No I [u]cannot[/u] lose faith now. May god watch over me. [/hider] [/list][hr][/hider]