Post by Commander Nicholas Grant on Dec 13, 2009 21:44:20 GMT -8
Character's Name: Nicholas Grant
Age: 31
Gender: Male
Race: Human
Physical Profile (height, build, weight, hair color, eye color, skin tone, race, etc.):
Nick is 6’ tall with dark hair and blue eyes. His well muscled build is due to time spent in the gym working out. Even though he just enjoys working out, he also feels it is needed as there are times when there isn’t an orderly around to move a patient. He will usually wear the blue medical jacket over his uniform while on duty. Off duty he’s more inclined to casual clothing but with a touch of class.
Birthplace: Lake Armstong, Luna Colony
Preferred rank:Lieutenant Commander
Department: Medical - Doctor
Personality:
He is even tempered and focused while on the job. He has a sincere desire to help his patients both physically and comfort them mentally. He is warm and funny with his close friends. He has a wicked sense of humor at times and can be a bit snide when faced with incompetence. Normally a happy person the recent events have made him feel the dark side of his job.
Background and History:(please make sure there is enough time in your character's life to do all that you state)
Nick was born on Luna where his mother was a doctor in the base hospital. His father was a stay-at-home dad to their two children. Nick was a serious student even at a young age and decided then he wanted to be on a Starship. He wasn’t exactly sure how he’d get there or what he’d do, but 7 yr olds sometimes make some incredible choices.
He applied himself in school and earned the needed grades for Starfleet academy. His time there is one of the favorite times in his memory and he made several lifelong friends there. In med-school he didn’t know exactly in which of several disciplines he wished to specialize. In the end went the surgical track and became a qualified surgeon.
His initial posting was at Starfleet medical where he quickly gained surgical experience and is renowned for his steady hands and calm demeanor under pressure. Still the 7 year old wanted to get out on a Starship so when an opening appeared as third shift doctor on the Nike, he requested transfer. The hospital administrator tried many times to dissuade him without success.
Prior to the encounter with the Borg the trip had been uneventful with the usual general practitioner work day-to-day. Just the triage of the wounded who kept flowing into sickbay was an almost insurmountable task. The experience he gained at Starfleet medical were undoubtedly instrumental in saving the life of their severely wounded Captain. But his nightmare was his best friend in the morgue.
Name of Celebrity: Patrick Dempsey
Link to Avatar: (150 pixels wide, max)
Sample Roleplay: (200 word minimum. Must be written as your chosen character.)
He looked up as the door opened and an anti-grav stretcher came through the door with the body of a horribly mangled man. He handed off the dermal regenerator and immediately left his current patient to the attending medic. He began quizzing the corpsman on the patient’s vitals as they moved into the surgical bay. When he saw the extent of the injuries catalogued on the PADD he called for the nurse. Shrugging into his red surgical scrubs he plunged his hands into the disinfectant field before donning the gloves.
The nurse came to assist him and he was half way through cutting off the uniform when he came to the red dickey with four pips. The man’s face was a ruin, he would have never recognized the kind face of Bill Lester in the pulped and swollen flesh. Thankfully his eyes appeared to be intact. He stepped back a second stunned then he met the eyes of the nurse and saw only confidence in the woman’s face. Taking a deep breath he stepped back into the surgical field.
The next few hours passed like days as he carefully amputated the remains of the ruined right hand making sure to prepare the nerve endings for regenerative bonding later when Starfleet would be able to fit him with a biosynthetic replacement. He regenerated deep tissue and ligaments, repaired blood vessels and organs damaged by blunt force trauma.
When at last he was as finished as he could be, they brought out a stasis chamber sliding him into the protective bay that would keep the prepared nerves fresh and able to receive implants when they got him back to earth. He directed the medic to hook up the appropriate medications and removed his surgical garb.
“Medical emergency in cargo bay 1” came over his communicator and he wiped his forehead with the back of his hand, grabbed a medical kit and said “computer one to transport to cargo bay 1” As he felt the beam take hold, he saw Commander Sutherland entering sickbay as it faded to be replaced by the cargo bay. ‘Thank God’ he thought, ‘were being overwhelmed’.
Age: 31
Gender: Male
Race: Human
Physical Profile (height, build, weight, hair color, eye color, skin tone, race, etc.):
Nick is 6’ tall with dark hair and blue eyes. His well muscled build is due to time spent in the gym working out. Even though he just enjoys working out, he also feels it is needed as there are times when there isn’t an orderly around to move a patient. He will usually wear the blue medical jacket over his uniform while on duty. Off duty he’s more inclined to casual clothing but with a touch of class.
Birthplace: Lake Armstong, Luna Colony
Preferred rank:Lieutenant Commander
Department: Medical - Doctor
Personality:
He is even tempered and focused while on the job. He has a sincere desire to help his patients both physically and comfort them mentally. He is warm and funny with his close friends. He has a wicked sense of humor at times and can be a bit snide when faced with incompetence. Normally a happy person the recent events have made him feel the dark side of his job.
Background and History:(please make sure there is enough time in your character's life to do all that you state)
Nick was born on Luna where his mother was a doctor in the base hospital. His father was a stay-at-home dad to their two children. Nick was a serious student even at a young age and decided then he wanted to be on a Starship. He wasn’t exactly sure how he’d get there or what he’d do, but 7 yr olds sometimes make some incredible choices.
He applied himself in school and earned the needed grades for Starfleet academy. His time there is one of the favorite times in his memory and he made several lifelong friends there. In med-school he didn’t know exactly in which of several disciplines he wished to specialize. In the end went the surgical track and became a qualified surgeon.
His initial posting was at Starfleet medical where he quickly gained surgical experience and is renowned for his steady hands and calm demeanor under pressure. Still the 7 year old wanted to get out on a Starship so when an opening appeared as third shift doctor on the Nike, he requested transfer. The hospital administrator tried many times to dissuade him without success.
Prior to the encounter with the Borg the trip had been uneventful with the usual general practitioner work day-to-day. Just the triage of the wounded who kept flowing into sickbay was an almost insurmountable task. The experience he gained at Starfleet medical were undoubtedly instrumental in saving the life of their severely wounded Captain. But his nightmare was his best friend in the morgue.
Name of Celebrity: Patrick Dempsey
Link to Avatar: (150 pixels wide, max)
Sample Roleplay: (200 word minimum. Must be written as your chosen character.)
He looked up as the door opened and an anti-grav stretcher came through the door with the body of a horribly mangled man. He handed off the dermal regenerator and immediately left his current patient to the attending medic. He began quizzing the corpsman on the patient’s vitals as they moved into the surgical bay. When he saw the extent of the injuries catalogued on the PADD he called for the nurse. Shrugging into his red surgical scrubs he plunged his hands into the disinfectant field before donning the gloves.
The nurse came to assist him and he was half way through cutting off the uniform when he came to the red dickey with four pips. The man’s face was a ruin, he would have never recognized the kind face of Bill Lester in the pulped and swollen flesh. Thankfully his eyes appeared to be intact. He stepped back a second stunned then he met the eyes of the nurse and saw only confidence in the woman’s face. Taking a deep breath he stepped back into the surgical field.
The next few hours passed like days as he carefully amputated the remains of the ruined right hand making sure to prepare the nerve endings for regenerative bonding later when Starfleet would be able to fit him with a biosynthetic replacement. He regenerated deep tissue and ligaments, repaired blood vessels and organs damaged by blunt force trauma.
When at last he was as finished as he could be, they brought out a stasis chamber sliding him into the protective bay that would keep the prepared nerves fresh and able to receive implants when they got him back to earth. He directed the medic to hook up the appropriate medications and removed his surgical garb.
“Medical emergency in cargo bay 1” came over his communicator and he wiped his forehead with the back of his hand, grabbed a medical kit and said “computer one to transport to cargo bay 1” As he felt the beam take hold, he saw Commander Sutherland entering sickbay as it faded to be replaced by the cargo bay. ‘Thank God’ he thought, ‘were being overwhelmed’.
