Post by Deleted on Jul 30, 2013 20:57:08 GMT
Name: Medic, Herr Doktor, Doc (Answers to all, or anything similar)
Age: 53
Gender: Male
Hero or Villain?: Villain
Canon or OC?: Canon
Personality: Maniacal, psychotic, and possessed of a morbid curiosity. Has no patience for incompetence, the feelings or dignity of others, or his patients's welfare. His approach to tending wounds makes up in sheer enthusiasm for what it lacks in anything approaching good medical practices.
Appearance: A tall, slender man with blue eyes, dark, greying hair, and spectacles. Typically dressed in a long white lab coat, brown trousers, black boots, white shirt, red tie, and red rubber gloves.
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Brief History: Born, raised, and trained in Stuttgart, Germany, the Medic briefly became a prominent surgeon before having his medical license revoked. However, his dubious medical career continued when he became a vital member of the mercenary team known as RED, leaving his name behind as mandated by contract. Despite being the oldest of the mercenaries, he was still fit enough to kep up with, and in most cases, outrun his comrades.
After a good many missions, and countless bloody battles, the Medic suddenly found himself in a strange place...
Sample Post: "Oh, vat a night! Zat is zee last time I try to drink Heavy unter zee table!" Medic groaned as he sat up, rubbing his forehead. He blinked in confusion as he looked around, adjusting his glasses as he surveyed the jungle that had inexplicably replaced his quarters overnight. "Vere am I? Is zis some new training simulation?"
As he got to his feet, the Medic looked around, and thought things over. Since he wasn't in possession of any of his weapons, he had to assume this was some kind of survival training simulation. And the first rule of survival was to find water.
"So, it is time to finden zee vater!" he said, heading off through the jungle at a brisk pace.
Age: 53
Gender: Male
Hero or Villain?: Villain
Canon or OC?: Canon
Personality: Maniacal, psychotic, and possessed of a morbid curiosity. Has no patience for incompetence, the feelings or dignity of others, or his patients's welfare. His approach to tending wounds makes up in sheer enthusiasm for what it lacks in anything approaching good medical practices.
Appearance: A tall, slender man with blue eyes, dark, greying hair, and spectacles. Typically dressed in a long white lab coat, brown trousers, black boots, white shirt, red tie, and red rubber gloves.
Image:
Brief History: Born, raised, and trained in Stuttgart, Germany, the Medic briefly became a prominent surgeon before having his medical license revoked. However, his dubious medical career continued when he became a vital member of the mercenary team known as RED, leaving his name behind as mandated by contract. Despite being the oldest of the mercenaries, he was still fit enough to kep up with, and in most cases, outrun his comrades.
After a good many missions, and countless bloody battles, the Medic suddenly found himself in a strange place...
Sample Post: "Oh, vat a night! Zat is zee last time I try to drink Heavy unter zee table!" Medic groaned as he sat up, rubbing his forehead. He blinked in confusion as he looked around, adjusting his glasses as he surveyed the jungle that had inexplicably replaced his quarters overnight. "Vere am I? Is zis some new training simulation?"
As he got to his feet, the Medic looked around, and thought things over. Since he wasn't in possession of any of his weapons, he had to assume this was some kind of survival training simulation. And the first rule of survival was to find water.
"So, it is time to finden zee vater!" he said, heading off through the jungle at a brisk pace.
