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Writer of schlock dressed up in some decent clothes.

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@The Darklight Project@Sol GrimMeanwhile, my brother is literally playing Tomb Raider in the next room.

I only play cool, manly games like Tokyo Mirage Sessions.
@beyond visionsI'm currently working on something, although I'll unlikely be finishing it up until later tonight or early tomorrow depending on how much goofing off with friends I do.
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Owen Childs


"On the brightside, at least there’s nobody left to know that we all royally screwed everything up. Could be worse, I guess."





Name
Owen Childs


Role
Crewmate 2 - Crew Psychiatrist


Age
28


Gender
Male


Reputation
Before everyone was turned into a human ice cube, Owen more or less took on the role of a moderator during the behavioral tests and effectively led their discussions. He made sure everyone was included and heard from, even that mousy doctor, and shut his trap until it was his turn to talk—although there were more than one occassion of him interrupting somebody to crack wise. Still, all in all he seemed like a rather open and approachable person and, considering he’s the one everyone would talk to once they realized how messed up it was that they were now the only humans on the Earth, that’s a pretty good thing. However, now that they’re all thawed out, it’d be more apparent to the others that Owen taking the initiative is not uncommon. His voice is almost always the first heard when it’s time to make a decision, and it’s clear that, even if he doesn’t get his way, he’d like it to be the last one heard as well. It’s also more apparent that he’s easily upset and tends to hold grudges over petty things for much longer than most people.


Appearance
Owen is a tall man with an otherwise average build of undefined muscles and slight smidgen of pudge around the middle. He’s unathletic, but not necessarily unhealthy. Although not having an Adonis-like physique, Owen does go out of his way to make himself appear neat. He has cleaned and trimmed nails, a neatly groomed mustache, and a cleanly shaved head. His teeth are white and straight thanks to who knows how much money and some very rough years in middle school. He wears a thick pair of glasses over his brown eyes, largely because the thought of touching or shooting anything into his eyes really freaks him out.


Height
6’4”


Weight
220 lbs


Positive Traits:
  • Approachable
  • Proactive
  • Organized
  • Observant
  • Hospitable
  • Good-Listener
  • Empathetic
  • Understanding
  • Honest


Negative Traits:
  • Pessimistic
  • Demanding
  • Resentful
  • Emotional
  • Sarcastic
  • Flippant


Personality Description
Owen is not a shy man. He likes making friends and goes out of his way to make sure that everyone feels comfortable. When he was younger he’d never shut up, and can still be somewhat chatty when the mood hits, but as he’s matured he’s taken on more of the role of an active listener. He likes learning about people, likes to hear them vent, and likes to try and help them through their problems. He tends to put himself in the shoes of others, and isn’t afraid of showing emotion or shedding tears. Over anything else, Owen is honest. Lying makes him feel extremely guilty; he’s one of those people who asks for forgiveness over trying to cover up or pass off his mistakes onto somebody else.

He’s a bit of a perfectionist in a way. Owen likes things to be organized and can notice almost instantly when something is off or somebody is upset. His desire to make sure that things are pristine made him into somebody who takes initiative. Part of this is because he dislikes the awkward moments where something has to be done and everybody is looking around at each other in silence; part of it is because he just likes being heard. Still, he tries hard to do a good job and to set a positive example for others. He also expects the best from people and can be tough on those he thinks are dragging their weight or not contributing. And, since he’s honest, he’ll be blunt and let them know what he thinks about them.

While Owen isn’t a constant prankster, he tends to try and make light of things instead of always being off-putting and severe. Sometimes this can go too far and he can seem a little dismissive about things, not to mention he has a bad habit of using sarcasm whenever he’s slightly bothered by a situation. His biting comments tend to pick up drastically whenever somebody directly wrongs him in some way, and usually carry on for an excessive amount of time. If stressed too much, Owen can get rather moody and even angry, although he’d never go beyond hateful words.


Likes
  • Movies (From summer blockbusters to indie tearjerkers.)
  • Reading (Fantasy or Sci-Fi, but really mostly comicbooks.)
  • Scotch (He forced himself to like it.)
  • Pop Music (Listen, it’s catchy, okay?)
  • Games (Board games, card games, anything that gets a group of friends together and then gets them to hate each other.)
  • Cleaning (It’s strangely therapeutic.)


Dislikes
  • Messes (Unorganized, uncared for, unforgivable)
  • Sweets (He claims he’s sweet enough as he is. Plus, diabetes runs in the family.)
  • Curmudgeons (Lighten up. It’s not like it’s the end of the world or...ah.)
  • Stubbornness (It’s okay to be wrong. Really. It’d be fine.)


Skills
  • Psychoanalysis (But when he’s not talking about your mother, he’s good at relieving mental stress.)
  • Mediating (Because people are jerks unless there is somebody there to tell them not to be jerks.)
  • Reading People (He’d be pretty good at poker if he wasn’t so damn easy to read himself.)
  • Organization (From clean and tidy rooms to suggesting and running projects.)


Quirks
  • Owen talks with his hands. Constantly. All the time. They seriously never stop moving; it’s like he’s trapped in the body of an overexcited motivational speaker talking to a roomful of children.
  • The man never swears in casual conversation. When he’s annoyed or angered enough to utter a curse, it’s always a weaker variation of an actual swear word. “Sugar” tends to be his go to.
  • Nicknaming. Owen tends to give everyone he meets a nickname; the more annoying or embarrassing they are the better.


Pet Peeves
  • People who don’t clean up after themselves.
  • Knuckle poppers, foot tappers, pen clickers—anyone who fidgets and makes noises when they’re bored.
  • Slow walkers.


Weaknesses
  • Wears his emotions on his sleeve and is easy to upset; more emotional than rational.
  • His pettiness detracts him from the bigger picture.
  • Owen’s easy to guilt; lying is nearly impossible for him.


Fears
  • Blood. Just seeing it makes him sick.
  • Eye stuff—eyeball touching, contacts, getting poked in the eye by a pencil going rogue, etc.
  • Dolls. Just look at them.


History
Raised Catholic, Owen was the middle child out of five kids and only boy his parents had. This meant an early youth of torturously boring Sunday services and being terrorized by his sisters that forced him to play with dolls and to dress up (years later he’d get back at them by embarrassing them in front of their boyfriends). Coming from such a large family, it was easy to get overlooked as a kid. However, instead of becoming sullen, Owen became rambunctious. He was one of those kids who was always talking, always moving, constantly yelling, and always demanding, “look at me, look at me.” This attitude spread from the household to school and church, where his energy earned him plenty of friends and the temple-rubbing frustration and scorn of his teachers.

Aside from being a constant distraction in class, Owen wasn’t a horrible student. He wasn’t a great student, either. He mellowed out a bit when puberty kicked in, largely because the idea of having people look at him when he was an awkward mess of long limbs, acne, bad hair, and voice cracks was a horrifying one. Despite this, he was still able to get a girlfriend during his freshman year of high school. They were that one couple that were always together holding hands in the hallway or kissing at their lockers and generally annoying all of their single friends with their gross baby talk. They dated all throughout high school, and decided to go to college together. Owen didn’t know what he wanted to do when he grew up. She wanted to become a psychologist and then a psychiatrist. So, he took her classes.

They managed a whole semester of sticking together before mutually realizing that they were no longer into each other. It was a clean break, actually, and Owen was pleasantly surprised how intriguing he found psychology to be so he kept up with it. Four years, three girlfriends, and an uncountable number of beers later he graduated with his degree. He had really enjoyed his years at college, and decided to make the move to med school to finish becoming a psychiatrist. Due to advances in technology, the course plan had been truncated, but it still took Owen four more years to finish up his training and to find an internship at a psych ward that didn’t even come close to helping him with his student debt. It seemed that despite the whole world going crazy the demand for psychiatrists had gone down, assuming it had ever been there in the first place.

Owen didn’t like the environment for the psych ward, although it wasn’t a horrible place. It was clean, the doctors and orderlies were polite and caring, and the patients were generally only there for a few months at most. Nothing like the kind he saw on TV, where all the rooms were padded and inhumane experiments were being conducted on otherwise sane individuals. It just wasn’t what he had wanted. He had been hoping for an office, with a bunch of books he had pretended to read on the wall, and a large mahogany desk, with a big arching window of the city behind it, and a comfortable couch and a chaise lounge. He and somebody would shoot the breeze for a few hours over ten sessions and then the person would say that they were feeling better, pay him, and leave happy.

He never got the office, but he did get hired on by the ward he was interning for which meant less observing and more interacting with patients. It wasn’t ideal, but he still found that he liked talking and, more importantly, listening to them. However, for everyone that he felt like he had done a good job helping through a stressful time, there was another that would act as if everything was fine and then end up back there several months later, claiming the same problems as before. Still, he kept at it, hoping he would find someway to make a breakthrough.

A breakthrough was made. Not for his patients, but for him. One of Owen’s old friends from school, Andrew, called him about Project Renascence and told him that they were looking for somebody to do some therapy work for the survivors. He was weirded out by the whole idea, but decided passing up an opportunity like this if there was an ounce of truth in it was a horrible idea. Besides, there was still that little kid inside of him that wanted to stand out and get the spotlight: no better way than being one of the six tasked with restarting humanity after the end. Taking a vacation from his job, Owen accepted his friend’s invitation. Several interviews and tests later, Owen was given a pill, a paper cup, and a handshake.

And then everything was gone.





Good News: CS is almost down.

Bad News: I'm really into sleeping.

I didn't crush it :(
And it's up. I'm gonna crush out my CS once I get off work!
<Snipped quote by Atrophy>

I might just appoint him... President of the Artemis...


Make space great again.
@beyond visionsThe shrink it is.

Yet because they did not want others to know they are bending the rules for certain people, none on board knew that this narcissistic figure would be joining them since he never interacted with any of them before hand in various behavioral tests.


This is fantastic. I feel like we should have a sixth candidate that the rest of our character's met and jived with during the testing period who then got screwed out of his position by @Eru Iluvatar's character just to really make things feel gross. Bonus points if the dude tries to appoint himself as the leader because he's the most qualified.
Aw dang, looks like I'm Male #2, right?

@beyond visionsI'm bouncing between a few ideas. Which would you rather: a psychiatrist sent to monitor the behavior of the others, a soldier type duder, or the (un)lucky offspring of a Cryonautics CEO that was more or less handed their position aboard the Artemis by their parents instead of their actual merits?
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