Altered Tundra

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Luke Cage

Men vs. Women Race to 1000: Version 2.0

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Time Stops For Fire(Altered Tundra and Hero)

Jaakuna didn’t claim to know much about anything that pertained to the more advanced of magicks. He was never a scholar like Vincent and Roman. The two of them had leagues of book smarts over him while Jaakuna himself — Jackson Darcone, if you will — had what most simply referred to as ‘Street Smarts’. But, despite that, even he could recognize that, whatever Nadeline had done to Savayna, it was working.

Everything from Savayna’s outward body language to how her eyebrows and nostrils were flaring, signalling that her former visage was now fading into a more lucid, almost-serene state. Where anger and confusion previously resided, now a sense of calmness and solace had taken over. The scourge spell, that was something Jaakuna remembered his father saying possessed incredible, destruction capabilities. In the hands of novice, it still proved to be a worthy spell to have on hand. In the hands of a master, however, it was a weapon of mass destruction.

And that’s exactly what Jaakuna bore witness to.

As Nadeline would stumble back, fatigue doubtless taking over as she had delivered powerful spell after powerful spell, Jaakuna had lended her a hand, allowing her to balance on her feet and take a knee should she need it. Meanwhile, Jaakuna approached Savayna. She was present in mind, though it didn’t seem she noticed Jaakuna.

“Time to get to work.” Jaakuna muttered to himself.

His arms both were extended out in front of him. Each finger had a pulsating mist around them that only got more frequent as seconds went on. Only after ten, ever-increasing pulses, did the mist start to gain traction. The color went from a transparent array of green and yellow to a solidified gold and white. In just a few more seconds, when Savayna’s icy eyes met Jaakuna’s now-golden orbs, light flowed from his two hands, engulfing his friend with a warmth that was hard to explain. Though it would seem to cause her pain in the beginning, that only lasted a total of five seconds. When the storm passed, a serene calamity took its place, which would cause Savayna to feel utterly relaxed.

And soon, Savayna would fall unconscious. “The worst has passed. Sleep, Ice Child, for you have a fearsome fight ahead of you yet.” Loghrif’s voice came from Jaakuna’s body, though his persona would soon fade afterwards, giving Jaakuna control of his body once more.

“Now that’s what I call efficiency.”

Yep, he’s back.

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“And imagine my surprise when the Creature itself graced us with his presence in such a surprising form,” Wesley said, pulling out his blade of light. He held it to the side. It wasn’t necessarily poised for battle, but it was in a position to where that could change in a heartbeat. FOr the moment, Wesley only wished to speak to this creature. “But regardless which form you take and no matter which prince you wished to face, I will be more than happy to entertain you until he does arrive.”

Wesley eyed the one in front of him, seeing what exactly he had to deal with. Unlike before, there seemed to be no telling what sort of power he possessed. While true that the Creature from before had disasterous powers, that was when it had consealed its true form. If Wesley was right to make the assumption, the hume-like visage it took on was its true form. And if that was the case, then he had to proceed carefully.

“What say you, Creature? Care to dance with the King of Dalmasca?” Wesley took his fighting stance. His sword was angled in a slightly-diagonal angle with the blade dipped downward and Wesley’s body turned half a turn clockwise.

Stretchers, Stethoscopes, and Scalpels: A Hospital RP

@Dirty Pretty Lies @Hero

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Seeing these two beauties was always the highlight of Abe’s day. And it was as if the gods themselves were in favor of his good fortune. Every day before he and Vic went to the legal floor, which towered above the medical wings, he would greet them with a smile, kind words, and if he felt lucky, maybe get some words in return. As it would turn out on this particular day, he was most fortunate to receive what he had given.

Well, half of what he gave. Vic couldn’t be bothered to even fake a smile for his sake. Emmy being Emmy had no problem doing as such. It was, of course, it's her nature to bring nothing but sunshine to the oft gloomy profession of working at a prestigious hospital. A breath of fresh air she was.

“And yet it — and you — look positively glowing this morning.” Abe, like a never-ending train of charm, said to the blonde Emmy.

His eyes went to his fellow lawyer colleague, Vic, letting out a low chuckle. “I couldn’t possibly have anything other than that, Vickie~” He simply told her, not letting her lack of awareness affect the good mood that had overtaken him.

But something would undoubtedly do that as, not even a full minute later, came the announcement of Code Triage External. That resulted in a sour, yet somewhat-amused, whistle from Abe’s mouth, resulting in him saying, “Guess break time is over.”

Stretchers, Stethoscopes, and Scalpels: A Hospital RP

<Snipped quote by Altered Tundra>

They never said they would be making a female!

@Dirty Pretty Lies

Don't give me that look. 😒😒

Stretchers, Stethoscopes, and Scalpels: A Hospital RP

Yes give Abe some sexy nurses to hit on. 😏😏😏

Where are you from?

Some bloody mess in some hospital in some city.

The Book Club

If you want a good murder-mystery book, look no further than Agatha Christie's Murder on the Orient Express. It's highly-intriguing and fast-paced. I mean no wonder it's a classic.

Stretchers, Stethoscopes, and Scalpels: A Hospital RP

@Hero @Dirty Pretty Lies

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Every day that Abe has had worked at Caduceus Memorial Hosptial has been the thrill ride of his life. Whether his job had him consult on cases and make sure procedures were performed by the book or if he and Vic were handling matters relating to the laws that each and every surgeon has to follow, one thing that is without a doubt obvious, Abe has taken pride in all the work he has accomplished in the workplace. As for all that he's down outside, well, let's just say that's a whole different matter altogether. Though, between him and willing participants, when they lave his room, one could imply that they've always been satisfied with their evening with him. That being said, Abe has never been one to kiss and tell.

But enough about that, Abraham Cross, Attorney of Law, is a professional. No way in hell has he or will he ever let his personal lie ever interfere with his professional life. He isn't some sex-obsessed lawyer. He is a proud man. Be sure to remember that when you're thinking about getting into his pants and not getting him on retainer.

Anyways, every day Abe makes the journey from his apartment ten blocks away from the hospital every morning. Much like a lot of people in Santa Cruz, he prefers to take the scenic route. Does this allow him to arrive super early like he would prefer? Probably not, but the sight of the sun rising along the coastline is a sight that no one would want to miss out. It's as close to paradise as one comes to around these parts. It's one that Abe would never want to miss out on.

Once he arrives at the hospital, he walks through the front door. Sure he could have easily taken the scenic route in his BMW, but there's nothing like walking to work. It gives him an additional respect for the area. Though, when he steps through the doors and is greeted by everyone who has grown to appreciate his style, which is always a simple dress shirt, blazer, and pants w/shoes. He then makes his way to the floor he usually worked on, though he does make a detour to where he knew a certain someone was expected to be - well, if he timed this right, she should be arriving just about...

Now!

Casually, Abraham walked pass her and gave a smile to the always-beautiful Victoire, and then, he spotted the blonde bombshell herself, Emily, as well. "looking good as always Vic." He said, then doting over to Emily, "and so do you, Emmy. Is that a new haircut?"

Stretchers, Stethoscopes, and Scalpels: A Hospital RP

Abraham Cross, Attorney of Law

Abe

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"If you can’t be invited to the party - be the party."

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CMH Personnel File

Name

Abraham Simon-Francis Cross

Birthday & Age

June, 1st | 28

Gender & Sexual Orientation

Male | Straight as a nail

Other Labels

French/English | American | Christian | Liberal Conservative

Occupation

Lawyer for Caduceus Memorial Hospital’s Legal Department

Appearance

• 6’2
• 174lbs (79kg)
• Hair - light brown| Eyes - green
• Body Type - Lean

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Abraham is known for inheriting the classy style from both his father, Wesley Cross, and his mother, Florence Lambert-Cross. Both were known for their impeccable fashion sense. Of course, Abe can’t replicate his mother’s sense exact, but her eye for what is stylish and what isn’t has been passed down to Abe. On top of that, with a similar build that his father has, one could imagine it would be like looking into a mirror when he steps out into the public eye. Whether casual or formal (or a mixture of the two), Abe has never encountered any problems with getting certain attention, which is ironic because he doesn’t even try.

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"Honey, I’m a nightmare dressed like a daydream."

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CMH Psychological Evaluation

Personality
The Positive:

• Confident
• Humorous
• Engaging

The Negative:

• Arrogant
• Unable to know when it’s time to stop joking
• Dishonest/misleading

Outside views are often misleading, but they do exist for a reason. Then again, Abe has been known to be misleading himself. Whether or not this was intentional or not doesn’t really matter. What does matter is that, in social engagements, there have been multiple instances where Abraham has misled people for his own personal gain. Without a doubt a difficult task to accomplish. It requires certain talents like being a really good actor and being able to sell stories as bonafied truths. Another thing is to be able to confidently portray yourself as such. A little charisma could go a long way to woo people into your circle of confort. Whether or not you judge him for it, those who have been selected for this “experiment” can’t deny Abe has it down to an artform.

Actual Personality:

It’s hard to really pinpoint when Abe is trying to let people in and when he’s putting on the show of a lifetime. This is because he’s always got a convincing smile and sells whatever lie he has convinced himself to be the truth. Is he a fractured soul? Probably not. If you’re expecting some sob sorry about an arrogant lawyer with a heart of gold, then you’ll be a little disappointed. Truth be told, Abe is mostly transparent. Yes, he flirts a lot. Yes, he has way too much fun even when he shouldn’t be. He can be inappropriate and frequently abrasive. But does that necessarily mean he has low moments? Kind of. He’s the kind of guy who likes to be the life of the party and likes to keep it going for whatever reason. Sometimes it’s to mask his own loneliness, but at the end of the day, he likes to have fun, and as an extension, allow those around him to also enjoy the excitement he creates.

But no one is interested in that, are they? Alright, let’s give the people what they want. That is what Abe is known for, right? Letting them in and giving them a chance to know the real him will get all of those who enjoy his company to like him anymore by living a moment in his shoes. Fine, let’s dance that specific dance.

Abraham Cross lives every moment one laugh at a time. Is it always good times and laughs? Never. Sometimes the party ends and, as you could probably understand, Abe is left alone. And there you have it. That’s his “thing”. That’s his big insecurity. It’s not that he really does have a heart of gold - well he does, but not the point. Abraham Simon-Francis Cross, has this fear of being alone. Who’d have thunk it, right? Someone of his stature and with as many likable traits that he has all points towards the lonely road when everyone else has left.

And now you know why he has made it his mission to become the life of the party. If you cloud yourself under a veil of extrovertedness, no one will see that you’re practically a corpse most of the time.

History:

Abraham Simon-Francis Cross is the son of the highly esteemed criminal lawyer, Wesley Alexander Cross and Republican senator of California, Florence Annabelle Lambert-Cross. Of course, his lineage is as close as it comes to royalty without actually being born into any royal family. On his father’s side, Abe has the prestige of lawyers and artists and on his mother’s side are all forms of politicians. His mother’s father was the mayor of Beverly Hills until a scandal involving his corruption put an end to that. Every single one of his uncles on his mother’s side (he has 3) have gone into politics one way or another and his father’s siblings, save for his uncle Benjamin, who chose the route of disc jockey. His Uncle Sylvester and Aunt Cassandra, however, both went on to graduate with honors from Harvard Law school. The both of them had enjoyed long, lucrative careers in White Collar law, like their father.

But what about Abe? It’s true he has one sister, but she’s not exactly a prime example of what it means to be both a Cross and a Lambert. She’s more like a Drake than she is her own blood. So, it’s up to Abe to carry on the family legacy. The only problem with that has Abe had no interest in being a lawyer. From the time he was able to think a thought of what he’d be like when he grew up right up to the point he had actually decided, Abe had everything from being a politician like his mother to being a hermit in some nomad village in Montana. Only at the time he turned eighteen did he take law as his profession into serious consideration.

And this was how he decided. When his 18th birthday came around, his parents proposed this to him (he had yet to commit to a career route): if he goes to Harvard law school for one year, should he not like it, they [his parents] will happily pay for him to go to any other school of his choice and will not fight him on whatever career he wanted to major in.

So, Abraham did just as his parents had asked him of. He got a special enrollment because his family name carried weight. FOr the entire year, he had a full slate of classes that had ranged from Criminal Law to Criminology. Some classes interested him while others - Blue and white collar law - did not. When he felt they wouldn’t be for him, Abe had dropped it like a hot potato. As weeks had went on, Abe found most of this law business to be not for him. It wasn’t until he decided to check out some books relating to medical law did he find himself, for the first time, interested in what he was reading. Granted, Abe has always an interest in medicine, but the sight of blood makes him nauseous. So the prospect of Medicine Law vastly interested him, so much so that he, in an ironic twist of fate, went to his parents, informing them of his choice to fully commit to medical law where, after three years of attending Harvard Law School and majoring in Medical Law, Abe had graduated with honors at the age of twenty-one.

As soon as Abe had graduated from Harvard Law, it didn’t take long at all for him to find his footing. Over the course of three years, he interned at various medical insurance companies that dealt with various areas of expertise. He learned a lot about the business and what to expect. When he completed one internship, he was highly recommended by the one he previously worked at to become employed by the next one. This was something of a routine for him: he would flawlessly stand out and move on to bigger and better things. Just at the height of all, he was employed with a paying job at Savior Medical, a law firm dedicated to Medical Law. It was one of the more prestigious law firms in Southern California. Not only was that those in charge at this specific law firm were old college roommates of Abe’s father. That being said, Wesley had no hand in getting his son this job. Abe had earned it all by himself. He came in high opinions from his previous employers.

When he arrived at Savior Medical, he came with this pseudo-entitlement that, for all intents and purposes, gave him a bad reputation of being arrogant. Sure, he could back it up with his prestige and his accomplishments: honors at Harvard, flawless records at all his interns, and a personal voucher from Savior Medical’s main partner. In every sense, he was the golden boy who certainly let all of the hype cloud his humbleness. At this point, he was acting more like an entitled Lambert rather than a modest Cross. No surprise, this didn’t win him any favors with his peers nor his superiors. They didn’t like how entitled he acted, so while he technically couldn’t be fired for something like that, it prevented him from getting any real cases. He got some insurance fraud cases here and there, but nothing like those who were hired in the same batch of lawyers that came when he did. It wasn’t until after his tenth consecutive, successfully-won case that the partners gave into what their investors were pushing them to. That, if you haven’t caught on, was giving Abe one of the big cases. Along with one of the partners, Terrance Stark, they tackled one of Southern California’s most notorious malpractice lawsuits in The People v. Weston.The People v. Weston was such a momentous case because of two reasons:

Number one was the doctor who was being sued and the number of plaintiffs that were under this class action suit. Over two hundred wronged patients of Dr. Michael Weston joined three separate teams representing major insurance companies. They claimed that Dr. Weston misdiagnosed his patients in his greedy attempts to squeeze out money from their bank accounts through their insurance. Over 50 million was taken in the course of five years, resulting in the deaths of more than fifty patients because they were treated for the wrong illness, thus resulting in their actual illness going untreated. Some were fatal and some weren’t, but that didn’t matter. No matter the degree of the illness, each and every patient that had money stolen from them was a victim of this monster. Well, at least that’s what Terrance STark and Abraham Cross argued when their case went to court.

The second reason this was such a huge case for Southern California was because this had received so much media attention that, after it was all said and done, it had became a case that all forms of crime television had adapted: Lifetime made a movie about it, Dateline dedicated three episodes to it, and medical dramas had adapted parts of this case into a story arc. With all of this attention and how Abe was one of the main reasons it was won, it shouldn’t be any surprise that this had made Abraham Cross known to many. As to be expected, there had been over a dozen offers from hospitals and other law firms wanting to get Abraham Cross into a lucrative, multi-year contract as part of their legal teams. And, of course, there were a lot of good offers, but none of them presented Abe with what he wanted for his career.

But then just the right offer came his way.

After months of lobbying at hospitals and law firms, one came to him that he just couldn’t ignore:

Caduceus Memorial Hospital. They not only gave him a clear idea of what they were about and what they could do for him but having followed them since he was 18, this was a clear choice. Abe gave them he offers he was given from other hospitals and, though they weren’t able to give him as much as - oh say Beverly Hills General, they did promise him a challenging load of cases. Besides, the reputation that CMH has had one of Abe’s feet in the door. He just needed the right amount of money. Once a suitable starting salary was put into writing, all Abe had to do was to sign on the dotted line. As soon as all was well with the powers that be, Abraham Cross, at the age of twenty-seven, started working for the legal team at Caduceus Memorial Hospital.

It’s a wonderful feeling when everything goes your way, isn’t it?

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"I have high expectations of myself. I'm very competitive, but with myself. I want to be the best that I can be and if that means I'm eventually better than everyone else, then so be it." - Wentworth Miller

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Off the Record

My Dreams

To be the best that his family knows he could be and that he knows he is.

Fears

Abe might have a lot of fears, but at the end of the day, all of them have one, glaring, overlapping thing in common: his fear of loneliness. TO others, they might see it as something trite and not a real fear, but for Abe, it’s a very real thing that often has him trying everything he could to avoid being by himself. But as you might know, not everyone can get what the want. There are obviously going to be times where one runs out of things to do and they are left with the crippling thought of being by themselves. This is where Abe finds himself to be at his lowest and, much like his family history states, being at a low never has been a good thing for a Cross or a Lambert. History of drug and alcohol abuse is always a factor.

Reputation

Abe is kind of a joking, ladies man. Not at all a saint, he’s known for hitting on anything with a pulse and lady parts. You can count on him being on the opposite end of either a strong slap across either cheek or a drink being hurled in his face. Job-wise, he goofs off sometimes, but at the end of the day, when he’s needed most, he’ll wow the floor with just how good he is at his job.

Extra information

Family

Wesley Alexander Cross | Father | 57 |Partner at Cross Nelson Wells Law Firm | Face Claim: Jeremy Irons
Florence Annabell Lambert-Cross | Mother | 56 | Repubican Senator of the Santa Cruz District | Face Claim: Marion Cottiard
Fleur Winter “Winnie” Lambert | Younger Sister | 26 | synthpop singer-songerwriter, currently signed to Warner Bros Records under the stagename “Winnie’s Winterland” | Face Claim: Maisie Williams