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Stuff! Things! Tragedy!

When is the Intro Post coming?

Stuff! Things! Tragedy!

Oh my gosh! You actually made the RP! Awesome, now, I am just going to slave over my Character Sheet really quickly only to realize I am the only person who actually is still interested in the RP. Cannot wait. This is going to be epic and amazing. Otherworldly, probably.

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Doctor Quinn Howell

Doctor Quinn Howell

"An eccentric doctor whose reputation lands him at the cutting end of a failed, illegal operation that warrants his murder."

Appearance: To say Dr. Quinn Howell is tall would not be a lie. However, he is really only a mere couple inches above the average height of a fully grown man. Therefore, it is easier to just say he is simply average height since the two inches don’t really make much of a difference, and his particularity of assuming pride in his height will always be lacking in any of his discernible interests. The same falter of enthusiasm could also be noted in the basic appearance of his wardrobe. He is not a peasant by any means, but the royal pomp of an upper class gentleman has somehow eluded the slightly eccentric man’s style. He has much more important things to worry about then his clothes matching the latest fashion of the season. However, he is always clean and presentable in a well-groomed manner, because a dirty and poorly maintained man would not be a sustainable doctor in practice.

His eyes are darker than his hair, but his hair isn’t really much lighter than his russet eyes, so to speak. If anyone were to take notice of the shading differences, then it was probably a fair guess to assume too much time was spent studying the appearance of the doctor. Contrasting his dark eyes and hair, is his rather fair complexion.

Dr. Quinn believes in “a sound soul resides in a sound mind and a sound body.” Keeping physically in shape as well as mentally keen is because he thinks his practice may only run smoothly if he is not hypocritically administering advice to his patients. He may look young for a 29 year old with his high cheek bones, a defined square jaw, and a slight ski lift nose, but he is by far from being a quack of a doctor. If anything, he may take his profession much too seriously (for good reason, no less!).

Personality: If Dr. Quinn’s eccentric behavior was to go unnoticed by people who came across him in conversation, his darker leaning sense of humor would often be a staple of recognition. Sarcasm and self-deprecating dry humor seem to be his external relief when dealing with his starker nervous habit of persistently seeing the human condition fail against its fight for existence and the inevitable disease of death. Nonetheless, as quirks of the eccentric went, his mouth was not set in a permanent frown despite his disposition to notice the worst. A frowning doctor is not a very good doctor, in Dr. Quinn’s opinion, but to off-set his opinion, he is always quick to remind himself that neither is an air-headed doctor. By no means is he a perfect doctor, but the goal to be level, concise, and stoic in the moment of panic—especially in front of the operating table—will be forever engraved in his mind because despite his oddity, the man has a very compassionate heart and only wants to help people.

Biography: Quinn is the oldest of two sons born from a decent family living in the outskirts of the upper class society in the capital of the kingdom. The ability to climb higher on the social ladder was always readily available if the right thought and practice was put to work. However, Dr. Quinn was less contemplative about climbing social ladders and bettering his life in the means of wealth. He really just wanted to help people while also stretching his intellect.

His younger brother had been a sickly child, who eventually passed onto the next life before either of the boys were able to reach adulthood. There was devastation to follow the death, but surprise was withheld when the family physician announced the news to the family. The poor boy had held on longer to life than anyone had expected. Much of the gifted years granted to the family were given by the family physician.

There was always a strange hope that the family physician always brought whenever he came to visit. Despite the grim circumstances, the physician was always carrying a small light of possibility, and as often as the physician visited, Dr. Quinn, as a young boy, could not help but become more intrigued with the powers the man brought with him into the household each time he came through the front door. For such reasons, Dr. Quinn had passionately pursued the art of medicine and surgery. If not to remind himself of his late, younger brother but to try and emulate the nature of the doctor who had dedicated much of his time into selflessly trying to save a dying boy.

With the use of the social ladder and hard work, Dr. Quinn did very good for himself during the short amount of time he spent as a surgeon. To say he was getting famous may have been a bit of an exaggeration, but he was indeed getting recognized for his innovative practices and procedures. Unfortunately, it was his fast growing reputation that lead to his eventual downfall. The kingdom, in Dr. Quinn’s impression, was not perfect, and crime and such governmental abuse did exist. However, the naïve doctor who had spent most of his childhood in a seriously studious manner, did not understand the dark alleys and underground workings of the kingdom’s cities. He was first approached by an older man offering a good sum of money to make use of Dr. Quinn’s skill set, but there was a catch: the operation would be pushing the envelope towards an illegal subset. Dr. Quinn, of course, refused. Not only was it illegal, but he was not practicing for monetary gain. If he had known more about the inner-workings of the kingdom and its criminal network, he may have been more cautious during the next several weeks, but such was not the case.

It was late at night, a week or two after the illegal proposal, when Dr. Quinn made his usual venture back towards his living place after work, when he was attacked, kidnapped, and relocated to some unknown location outside his usual knowledge of the kingdom. He was not sure how long he had been unconscious, but when he did awaken, he found himself being threatened by a group of men asking him to perform some illegal (and extremely risky) operating procedure on a well-known Duke who had purchased the parts, steam work, and a heart from the kingdom’s notoriously unspoken black market. Details were blurry, but the process seemed like one that had happened many more times than just this once. The portentous layout that had trapped Dr. Quinn was easily summed up in the command of: perform the operation or die. There really was nothing Dr. Quinn could do but comply, but as fate would have it, the operation was unsuccessful. The Duke died before being sewn back together, and the last thing Dr. Quinn heard before staring into the barrel of a gun aimed at his head, was the turning of valves in a loaded weapon. His last moment of thought was whether he would have been killed regardless of how the operation had finished. Ultimately, his death was subsequently swept under the rug as a justifiable suicide of a young, overworked surgeon, and the kingdom resumed its usual routines. No questions were asked.

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@Mokley Thank you! I am really excited for this RP to start. I am also interested in what other characters shall be thrown into the mix.

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Doctor Quinn Howell

Doctor Quinn Howell

"An eccentric doctor whose reputation lands him at the cutting end of a failed, illegal operation that warrants his murder."

Appearance: To say Dr. Quinn Howell is tall would not be a lie. However, he is really only a mere couple inches above the average height of a fully grown man. Therefore, it is easier to just say he is simply average height since the two inches don’t really make much of a difference, and his particularity of assuming pride in his height will always be lacking in any of his discernible interests. The same falter of enthusiasm could also be noted in the basic appearance of his wardrobe. He is not a peasant by any means, but the royal pomp of an upper class gentleman has somehow eluded the slightly eccentric man’s style. He has much more important things to worry about then his clothes matching the latest fashion of the season. However, he is always clean and presentable in a well-groomed manner, because a dirty and poorly maintained man would not be a sustainable doctor in practice.

His eyes are darker than his hair, but his hair isn’t really much lighter than his russet eyes, so to speak. If anyone were to take notice of the shading differences, then it was probably a fair guess to assume too much time was spent studying the appearance of the doctor. Contrasting his dark eyes and hair, is his rather fair complexion.

Dr. Quinn believes in “a sound soul resides in a sound mind and a sound body.” Keeping physically in shape as well as mentally keen is because he thinks his practice may only run smoothly if he is not hypocritically administering advice to his patients. He may look young for a 29 year old with his high cheek bones, a defined square jaw, and a slight ski lift nose, but he is by far from being a quack of a doctor. If anything, he may take his profession much too seriously (for good reason, no less!).

Personality: If Dr. Quinn’s eccentric behavior was to go unnoticed by people who came across him in conversation, his darker leaning sense of humor would often be a staple of recognition. Sarcasm and self-deprecating dry humor seem to be his external relief when dealing with his starker nervous habit of persistently seeing the human condition fail against its fight for existence and the inevitable disease of death. Nonetheless, as quirks of the eccentric went, his mouth was not set in a permanent frown despite his disposition to notice the worst. A frowning doctor is not a very good doctor, in Dr. Quinn’s opinion, but to off-set his opinion, he is always quick to remind himself that neither is an air-headed doctor. By no means is he a perfect doctor, but the goal to be level, concise, and stoic in the moment of panic—especially in front of the operating table—will be forever engraved in his mind because despite his oddity, the man has a very compassionate heart and only wants to help people.

Biography: Quinn is the oldest of two sons born from a decent family living in the outskirts of the upper class society in the capital of the kingdom. The ability to climb higher on the social ladder was always readily available if the right thought and practice was put to work. However, Dr. Quinn was less contemplative about climbing social ladders and bettering his life in the means of wealth. He really just wanted to help people while also stretching his intellect.

His younger brother had been a sickly child, who eventually passed onto the next life before either of the boys were able to reach adulthood. There was devastation to follow the death, but surprise was withheld when the family physician announced the news to the family. The poor boy had held on longer to life than anyone had expected. Much of the gifted years granted to the family were given by the family physician.

There was always a strange hope that the family physician always brought whenever he came to visit. Despite the grim circumstances, the physician was always carrying a small light of possibility, and as often as the physician visited, Dr. Quinn, as a young boy, could not help but become more intrigued with the powers the man brought with him into the household each time he came through the front door. For such reasons, Dr. Quinn had passionately pursued the art of medicine and surgery. If not to remind himself of his late, younger brother but to try and emulate the nature of the doctor who had dedicated much of his time into selflessly trying to save a dying boy.

With the use of the social ladder and hard work, Dr. Quinn did very good for himself during the short amount of time he spent as a surgeon. To say he was getting famous may have been a bit of an exaggeration, but he was indeed getting recognized for his innovative practices and procedures. Unfortunately, it was his fast growing reputation that lead to his eventual downfall. The kingdom, in Dr. Quinn’s impression, was not perfect, and crime and such governmental abuse did exist. However, the naïve doctor who had spent most of his childhood in a seriously studious manner, did not understand the dark alleys and underground workings of the kingdom’s cities. He was first approached by an older man offering a good sum of money to make use of Dr. Quinn’s skill set, but there was a catch: the operation would be pushing the envelope towards an illegal subset. Dr. Quinn, of course, refused. Not only was it illegal, but he was not practicing for monetary gain. If he had known more about the inner-workings of the kingdom and its criminal network, he may have been more cautious during the next several weeks, but such was not the case.

It was late at night, a week or two after the illegal proposal, when Dr. Quinn made his usual venture back towards his living place after work, when he was attacked, kidnapped, and relocated to some unknown location outside his usual knowledge of the kingdom. He was not sure how long he had been unconscious, but when he did awaken, he found himself being threatened by a group of men asking him to perform some illegal (and extremely risky) operating procedure on a well-known Duke who had purchased the parts, steam work, and a heart from the kingdom’s notoriously unspoken black market. Details were blurry, but the process seemed like one that had happened many more times than just this once. The portentous layout that had trapped Dr. Quinn was easily summed up in the command of: perform the operation or die. There really was nothing Dr. Quinn could do but comply, but as fate would have it, the operation was unsuccessful. The Duke died before being sewn back together, and the last thing Dr. Quinn heard before staring into the barrel of a gun aimed at his head, was the turning of valves in a loaded weapon. His last moment of thought was whether he would have been killed regardless of how the operation had finished. Ultimately, his death was subsequently swept under the rug as a justifiable suicide of a young, overworked surgeon, and the kingdom resumed its usual routines. No questions were asked.

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@RedXCross Your CS is a beautiful read. T^T The inspiration!

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This is awesome. I shall write my CS as soon as all the details fall out of my imagination box and get put into place.

Stuff! Things! Tragedy!

I am going to say that I am interested right before subscribing to the interest check and then proceed to wait a month only to realize the GM has ditched the idea entirely.

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@sahara, I sent you a PM. ^_^

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I might be interested. No, no, I am very interested, but I might not be able to commit. I want to commit, and I am going to subscribe. However, I'm not really... gauranteeing anything due to availability.

-fingers crossed that I can, though-