DAWNSTAR

The Vigilance

Full Name: Jodi Wallace Winters

Gender: Female

Age: 31

Branch of Service: The FSA Navy

Rank: Commander

Military Occupational Specialty: Chief Medical Officer

Personality: Jodi is... well, let's just say that she is a bit unstable. Jodi is basically a ticking time bomb. One moment she can be cold and serious and in a matter of minutes she can become a explosion of lighthearted joking. She has never been one for subtilties and always starts out conversations with her patients by stating the obvious. Jodi is always comfortable in social situations but isn't so comfortable when the conversations stops for too long. It is hard for people not to like Jodi's bubbly and vibrant personality.

Biography: Jodi wasn't born like a normal child, she was born dead. It was by a turn of fate that the doctors managed to revive Jodi. Ever since Jodi was told the story of her birth at the age of ten, she has wanted to be a doctor. Yet, Jodi rarely had the best grades in school and medical colleges were extremely strict on who they accepted so she couldn't get in to college or afford to pay for it even if she did get in. Instead, Jodi turned her eyes towards serving with the FSA Navy. Jodi entered training as a Medical officer when she was twenty years old and entered full service at twenty one years of age as an esign. Jodi has worked as hard as possible since then to become the Chief Medical Officer of the Vigilance.

The Vigilance

Well, since no one has said it, I am claiming the position of Medical Officer. Every ship needs a medical division.

Beyond the Stone Lions [Fantasy, Hi-Cas]

*Swoops in on an eagle* Count me in.

Legends of the Rim

I will start working on a character as soon as possible.

The Vigilance

Not sure if I am too late or anything but I am here to show my interest.

My life in the past two months

Well, some of you on here know me or don't know me. I am not quite sure any of you will care but I've got to give people the reason for my two month disappearance from the guild. So, I am going to start from the beginning. In the last two months I have been in and out of the hospital. The first time I went to the hospital was because of the car crash I was involved in. It resulted in severe internal bleeding and several broken ribs and my whole right arm having been broken. It took three weeks before I was discharged from the hospital. During my weeks in the hospital, a doctor had told me that the nerves in my right arm were damaged. I was given advice to schedule at least three months worth of rehab. My rehab began three weeks after I was discharged and, to put it simply, it was difficult. I was told that I might not be able to regain full feeling in my arm due to the extent of the damage done. Several surgeries were suggested to try and fix the nerve damage but I couldn't afford to pay for any of them. It wasn't until a week ago when I regained the finer extent of use of my hand. I can't type half as quickly as I use to but I at least I can type.

Anyway, that was my life in the past two months. This is not an attempt to get pity out of any of you guys and gals on here but I had to give everybody who knows me or I was roleplaying with, a reason for why I have been gone for so long. Also, before I get one of those people who states that this is an excuse for disappearing, it isn't and excuse. I accept that I have been gone for too long without telling anybody about it but I truly am sorry for just disappearing.

The Dark Star

Just personally but it seems like this has died.

Anthem(Cyberpunk/Sci-fi)

TheDrunkTank said
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Accepted, I will start working on the first IC post here soon.

Immortal Fear (Zombie-esque Horror Survival)

Vincent had listen intently when Doctor Phillip was speaking. After all, it was his job to make sure the Soldiers stayed healthy and uninfected. Uninfected, the word sounded odd to say under the circumstances of his volunteering. He was here to find his daughter's step-dad and he was determined to find him alive or dead, the latter of which being more likely if what the doc said was true. Vincent looked about the crowd of soldiers and noted their expressions. Some were more than ready to go into this but others were scared but too chicken to leave. Those scared soldiers were the ones who were far more likely to ruin the mission by jumping at their shadow. Vincent couldn't promise he wouldn't act the same way but he knew what it meant if they were to fail their mission. The armory was full of soldiers grabbing their ammunition and guns while the supply men and women handed out the combat uniforms, Kevlar vests and helmet.

Vincent visited the supply men and grabbed his uniform and armor before he went to grab his guns and munitions. There were men changing in the showers where they could fit and others changing directly behind the armory. It took Vincent no more than a few minutes to change into his urban combat uniform and Kevlar vest yet he kept the helmet on his belt. Vincent returned to the armory and grabbed his berretta and HK416 as quickly as he could. He didn't quite agree on the idea of grabbing the incendiary grenades but it really wasn't his choice. Vincent left the armory to head towards the hospital to pick up his medic pack. The hospital was well lit and filled with equipment that had been airlifted in. Vincent was quick to grab a pack of bandages, sutures and wire. The only reason Vincent really picked up the medic pack was as a sort of morale boasted, people felt better when they believed somebody could help them when they were hurt. Vincent left the hospital and went to his barracks, there was something there he needed to pick up there.