Post by Tamsin on Jun 15, 2010 12:56:15 GMT -5
[ROGER]
Full Name: Roger Stone.
Alias: Doctor.
Nicknames: Limey, Rog, Ro.
Alias: Doctor.
Age: 41.
Height: 6’1’’
Weight: 182lbs.
Species: Witch, tail-less.
Gender: Male.
Sexuality: Bisexual.
Interests: Currently, no one. He’s enjoying a single life.
Mother: Gretel Paver.
Father: Joshua Stone.
Significant Other: None.
Siblings: A sister.
Children: None.
Other Relatives: None that are important.
Abilities: A little white magic. He’s a man of science, however, and tends to use drugs and tools rather than his magic.
Location: Caedere.
Occupation: Council of Witches (Caedere) and consultant surgeon/physician/doctor.
Voice: Colin Firth. “It is a very ungentlemanly thing to read a private cigarette case.”
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Roger is an odd fellow, to say the very least. He has a rather nonchalant attitude to life – vague smiles and quietly observing the people around him. His etiquette, however, is impeccable, and even in the face of an argument or in the circumstance that he his greatly angered, he remains polite, chillingly so. Not only this, but it is not uncommon for him to pick up and correct others’ use of language. He is a gentleman, expressing it in the very essence of his being, from the way he holds himself to the way his words slide out of his mouth. Very rarely will he ‘let his hair down’, and when he does, it’s normally in solitude or in the company of those he will never see again (think pub).
Beneath this shell of gracious words and actions, he is a truly kind person. Very rarely he’ll strive to make enemies, and will instead try to make friends where possible. He doesn’t always succeed, because although he is warm-hearted, he can also be damningly sarcastic. Not only this, but he’s also arrogant to a fault. He knows he’s capable, and will make sure others know that too. He thinks himself above others, unless they speak and act as gentlemanly as he does. ‘Commoners’ are below him, but he revels in their way of speaking in a way he’d never admit out loud. Not only because it interests him, but because it enforces his ‘superior’ image.
In many ways, he is a work-a-holic. If he needs to help or heal someone, he’ll put all former grudges aside and go into a dramatic ‘healer mode’, effectively. He is sharp and stern with his patients, but in the way all doctors must be. In reality, he cares of them and makes sure, with all his power, they are not neglected.
He’s a softy when it comes to children – though often biased in trying to turn them towards a career in chemistry. Roger highly dislikes the idea of abuse, mentally or physically, seeing children as the next generation, rather than a next generation. If he ever had children, he’d make a stern but caring father.
Despite this, he is known to have a bit of a temper. If, for example, he was put under a lot of pressure in his work, he can turn from being the smiling surgeon to an angry, snappish and sarcastic bloke who many decide to avoid.
He is a rather talkative and sociable person, but this can either be a good or bad thing – he’ll ramble about things he’s interested in and not let anyone get a word in edgeways if you’re stupid enough to start a conversation with him, but at least he is no amateur when it comes to smalltalk.
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Roger has the look of someone both relaxed and of high class. But first, let’s talk about build. He is, of course, of average height, and although lanky, has the air of power about him. He has a rather domineering way of pacing about the place with his head held high, as though he is of the highest authoritative, even if it isn’t necessarily true with the company he is in. To many, this can either make him seem intimidating, or irritating.
He walks with a cane at his right side – sporting a limp in the aforementioned leg, an injury attained in an experiment gone wrong when he had only been seventeen years of age. Despite this, he moves with confidence and tends to ignore the disability.
He has a kind face – not tanned, but not pale either. The skin of a traveller but one who also enjoys the luxury of a warm room indoors. It’s blemish-less, not particularly scarred, and his eyes are a bright turquoise-blue. He a pointed nose and a lopsided smile – or perhaps that’s the way his hair falls. Said hair looks as though he has tried to tame it with a comb, but has not succeeded in doing so. Some of it is slicked back, but the odd hair sticks out at a strange angle or falls in front of his eyes, a dark, chocolate brown, flecked with grey and blonde. His chin and jawbone is littered with stubble, a clear indication of his busy, no-nonsense life. Shaving is for sissies. He also sports a pair of rectangular glasses which are almost constantly on him, for his vision is a little impaired. When he’s not wearing these, he tends to have a monocle hooked to at least one eye.
Roger dresses like a gentleman – pristine white shirts, pinstriped trousers and braces attached to them. He dislikes having his arms completely covered and rarely needs to in his job, so he tends not to wear jackets, but when he does, they are usually of bright, imposing colours.
Finally, he wears a large and heavy leather belt about his waist, carrying all his daily, work-related implements – vials, tools for surgery and dissection, test tubes and a stethoscope.
He spends a lot of his time bare-foot, the soles of his feet are worn in and often dusty. [/sup]
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Roger was born into an upper-class, wealthy family – his parents were collared witches, who lived out of the way of the two kingdoms, generally - and for the majority of his childhood was pampered and catered for. Considered a spoilt brat, he was, for the longest time, just that. A snappish and rotten child, he spent his time bullying servants and pushing around his parents, always having his way. He was taken into apprenticeship by a physician at the age of twelve. The science behind medics fascinated him and he didn’t fight against the career his parents had assigned him. After spending a year with his tutor, a little of the teenager’s selfishness had been sapped from him, roped in and tied sharply. From then on, he became an obedient and passionate student.
At the age of seventeen, he began experiments on his own – dissecting corpses of humanoids and animals alike (tending to buy them from mortuaries and individuals), he first discovered his powers of white magic. They were minor, and remain such to this day – manipulating skin tissue and destroying antigens. Although happy to know his powers coincided with his hobbies and occupation, he stuck to what he knew, preferring to use medicines and tools rather than magic to heal his patients and conduct experiments.
During one experiment, one which concentrating on manipulating the nervous system in the brain with electricity in order to induce movement, his deceased charge’s leg kicked out, knocking a sharp implement off Roger’s worktable. The tool sliced through Roger’s right leg, deep through the skin. Although able to cure the wound, the leg remains fragile and partially crippled to this day.
After his training was finally complete, Roger made his way to Caedere, presenting his powers and assistance to the Kingdom. He was accepted into the Council of Witches, and his collar removed.
He now spends his time as a travelling surgeon and physician, doing consultant appointments and healing for pay, and, of course, free work for the Kingdom which granted him his freedom as a witch. [/sup]
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Statistics[/blockquote]
Full Name: Roger Stone.
Alias: Doctor.
Nicknames: Limey, Rog, Ro.
Alias: Doctor.
Age: 41.
Height: 6’1’’
Weight: 182lbs.
Species: Witch, tail-less.
Genetic Affairs
Gender: Male.
Sexuality: Bisexual.
Interests: Currently, no one. He’s enjoying a single life.
Mother: Gretel Paver.
Father: Joshua Stone.
Significant Other: None.
Siblings: A sister.
Children: None.
Other Relatives: None that are important.
To Take Note Of
Abilities: A little white magic. He’s a man of science, however, and tends to use drugs and tools rather than his magic.
Location: Caedere.
Occupation: Council of Witches (Caedere) and consultant surgeon/physician/doctor.
Voice: Colin Firth. “It is a very ungentlemanly thing to read a private cigarette case.”
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Personality
Roger is an odd fellow, to say the very least. He has a rather nonchalant attitude to life – vague smiles and quietly observing the people around him. His etiquette, however, is impeccable, and even in the face of an argument or in the circumstance that he his greatly angered, he remains polite, chillingly so. Not only this, but it is not uncommon for him to pick up and correct others’ use of language. He is a gentleman, expressing it in the very essence of his being, from the way he holds himself to the way his words slide out of his mouth. Very rarely will he ‘let his hair down’, and when he does, it’s normally in solitude or in the company of those he will never see again (think pub).
Beneath this shell of gracious words and actions, he is a truly kind person. Very rarely he’ll strive to make enemies, and will instead try to make friends where possible. He doesn’t always succeed, because although he is warm-hearted, he can also be damningly sarcastic. Not only this, but he’s also arrogant to a fault. He knows he’s capable, and will make sure others know that too. He thinks himself above others, unless they speak and act as gentlemanly as he does. ‘Commoners’ are below him, but he revels in their way of speaking in a way he’d never admit out loud. Not only because it interests him, but because it enforces his ‘superior’ image.
In many ways, he is a work-a-holic. If he needs to help or heal someone, he’ll put all former grudges aside and go into a dramatic ‘healer mode’, effectively. He is sharp and stern with his patients, but in the way all doctors must be. In reality, he cares of them and makes sure, with all his power, they are not neglected.
He’s a softy when it comes to children – though often biased in trying to turn them towards a career in chemistry. Roger highly dislikes the idea of abuse, mentally or physically, seeing children as the next generation, rather than a next generation. If he ever had children, he’d make a stern but caring father.
Despite this, he is known to have a bit of a temper. If, for example, he was put under a lot of pressure in his work, he can turn from being the smiling surgeon to an angry, snappish and sarcastic bloke who many decide to avoid.
He is a rather talkative and sociable person, but this can either be a good or bad thing – he’ll ramble about things he’s interested in and not let anyone get a word in edgeways if you’re stupid enough to start a conversation with him, but at least he is no amateur when it comes to smalltalk.
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Appearance
Roger has the look of someone both relaxed and of high class. But first, let’s talk about build. He is, of course, of average height, and although lanky, has the air of power about him. He has a rather domineering way of pacing about the place with his head held high, as though he is of the highest authoritative, even if it isn’t necessarily true with the company he is in. To many, this can either make him seem intimidating, or irritating.
He walks with a cane at his right side – sporting a limp in the aforementioned leg, an injury attained in an experiment gone wrong when he had only been seventeen years of age. Despite this, he moves with confidence and tends to ignore the disability.
He has a kind face – not tanned, but not pale either. The skin of a traveller but one who also enjoys the luxury of a warm room indoors. It’s blemish-less, not particularly scarred, and his eyes are a bright turquoise-blue. He a pointed nose and a lopsided smile – or perhaps that’s the way his hair falls. Said hair looks as though he has tried to tame it with a comb, but has not succeeded in doing so. Some of it is slicked back, but the odd hair sticks out at a strange angle or falls in front of his eyes, a dark, chocolate brown, flecked with grey and blonde. His chin and jawbone is littered with stubble, a clear indication of his busy, no-nonsense life. Shaving is for sissies. He also sports a pair of rectangular glasses which are almost constantly on him, for his vision is a little impaired. When he’s not wearing these, he tends to have a monocle hooked to at least one eye.
Roger dresses like a gentleman – pristine white shirts, pinstriped trousers and braces attached to them. He dislikes having his arms completely covered and rarely needs to in his job, so he tends not to wear jackets, but when he does, they are usually of bright, imposing colours.
Finally, he wears a large and heavy leather belt about his waist, carrying all his daily, work-related implements – vials, tools for surgery and dissection, test tubes and a stethoscope.
He spends a lot of his time bare-foot, the soles of his feet are worn in and often dusty. [/sup]
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History
Roger was born into an upper-class, wealthy family – his parents were collared witches, who lived out of the way of the two kingdoms, generally - and for the majority of his childhood was pampered and catered for. Considered a spoilt brat, he was, for the longest time, just that. A snappish and rotten child, he spent his time bullying servants and pushing around his parents, always having his way. He was taken into apprenticeship by a physician at the age of twelve. The science behind medics fascinated him and he didn’t fight against the career his parents had assigned him. After spending a year with his tutor, a little of the teenager’s selfishness had been sapped from him, roped in and tied sharply. From then on, he became an obedient and passionate student.
At the age of seventeen, he began experiments on his own – dissecting corpses of humanoids and animals alike (tending to buy them from mortuaries and individuals), he first discovered his powers of white magic. They were minor, and remain such to this day – manipulating skin tissue and destroying antigens. Although happy to know his powers coincided with his hobbies and occupation, he stuck to what he knew, preferring to use medicines and tools rather than magic to heal his patients and conduct experiments.
During one experiment, one which concentrating on manipulating the nervous system in the brain with electricity in order to induce movement, his deceased charge’s leg kicked out, knocking a sharp implement off Roger’s worktable. The tool sliced through Roger’s right leg, deep through the skin. Although able to cure the wound, the leg remains fragile and partially crippled to this day.
After his training was finally complete, Roger made his way to Caedere, presenting his powers and assistance to the Kingdom. He was accepted into the Council of Witches, and his collar removed.
He now spends his time as a travelling surgeon and physician, doing consultant appointments and healing for pay, and, of course, free work for the Kingdom which granted him his freedom as a witch. [/sup]
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