Post by Harvey on Sept 2, 2013 17:07:29 GMT -5
LUX: HARVEY CONWAY THE GOOD DOCTOR  |
FULL NAME HARVEY CONWAY, a name that leaves many wondering what century his parents were born in. When he’s on the job, his patients call him DOCTOR CONWAY or just simply DOC. Some prefer to call him only by his last name, though to true friends he’s simply HARVEY – a name that means “battle worthy,” interpret as you will. BACKGROUND To surmise Harvey’s childhood, one could say that the boy was born with a silver spoon in mouth. He was the first son and second child to a well-off couple living in GOLDENROD. His father was a courtroom lawyer, his mug often pictured under sensationalist headlines as he tried – and convicted – countless criminal syndicate members. His mother worked in management for one of the news and broadcast companies in Goldenrod, working behind the scenes to link the region through radio and satellite communication. Harvey was largely raised by his sister, eight years his senior, and the house staff. His parents did their best to be around – his dad taught him to ride a bike over Labor Day weekend and his mom corrected his manners when they’d have a rare family dinner – but mostly, Harvey was left to his own devices. His mischief was limited by his health, however. Every childhood illness or winter cold that was even possible to be contracted somehow made its way past young Harvey’s immune system, so much so that the family doctor visited almost daily for several years. However, as natural social butterfly, he became best of friends with the house staff and followed his sister around with puppy-like loyalty, sniffling and sneezing all the while. His sister jokingly suggested to their parents one night that they get the boy some creature to chase after instead; surprisingly, they agreed. For his seventh birthday, the boy opened a large silver box with some conspicuous holes in the side, pulling away the ribbon to reveal a juvenile Chikorita. With the creativity of your average seven-year-old, Harvey named the creature “Rita.” The young, energetic Chikorita was the perfect outlet for the young, energetic Harvey. Every spare moment of his days he would spend out in the garden, playing tag with his Chikorita or having “play fights” against the ferocious willow trees in the backyard. One day, Harvey and Rita were in the midst of one of these pretend spars when, after a particularly impactful Tackle on Rita’s part, from the tree above fell a huge Pinsir. The Stag beetle Pokemon was, no surprise, furious at have been ejected from his home. Harvey was foolish enough to think that he and Rita stood a chance against the Pinsir when it came towards them, clicking angrily. Rita scarcely got a single razor leaf in before the Pinsir had clamped her by the leaf and sent her flying back into the tree, barely looking back before it advanced on Harvey. Harvey’s shrill scream of pain quickly alerted the groundskeeper to the situation, and luckily said groundskeeper’s aging Leafeon was still quick enough on her feet to dash to the scene, chasing the Pinsir off. Harvey spent a long night in the emergency ward. Even on a quiet weekday night, the hospital was bustling with cases. A big city like Goldenrod, no matter how pristine, was not exempt from its own slew of accidents and crimes. Eventually, he was admitted. After being doped up with pain medications, they slapped a cast on his fractured leg and had him spend the night to make sure he could handle the crutches in the morning. The Doctor told him that it was lucky he had gotten away with his leg at all; though perhaps the man had been half-joking, the ordeal seemed all too serious for the young boy. He seemed less concerned with the fate of his own leg, however, and insistently asked where his Chikorita had gone. Rita, thankfully, was fine; knocked out cold, but back to her hyperactive ways within a few days. Harvey, however, spent the next few weeks on crutches. The incident tempered Harvey somewhat. Though he never articulated exactly why to his parents, it was easy enough to guess why his constant talk of becoming the next Johto champion faded away. He still loved Rita and vice-versa, but he seemed to prefer playing indoors now, much to the dismay of the house staff. When he was ten – the traditional age to begin a Pokemon journey – his parents gifted him with another Pokemon, an Eevee that had cost them a pretty penny. Though he loved the Eevee, named Raja, as much as he loved Rita, he still did not show more than lukewarm interest in training or battling. In fact, as the boy matured out of his hyperactive phase, he seemed to have an increasing interest in science and medicine. He never stopped being as social and amiable as ever, but now he always seemed to want to steer the conversation towards the latest medical discovery or strange mutation of Pokemon sighted. While many of his peers left their schooling to go on their Pokemon journeys, Harvey plowed ahead. He graduated high school with honors; after four years at a good university, he barely squeaked by into medical school. He attributes this part his life to the beginning of his sparse collection of grey hairs. Harvey was well above average, but it wasn’t through any natural talent. His Eevee and now-Bayleaf saw very little of him, allowed to roam free in the apartment as he went to class, then the library, then slumped in at an obscene hour of the morning to collapse into bed for a few hours and begin the process again. He bought study guides, guzzled amounts of caffeine that he knew to be unhealthy, and even grew to find himself dependent on the little white pills that would make all the background noise and distraction go away. On paper, it was an incredibly successful four years; in memory, it was the lowest point of his life. Bedside manners and judging the difference between patient’s needless fretting and a serious problem were what came naturally; not memorizing endless biological cycles or chemical compounds. When he was presented with his white coat, the symbol of his accomplishment starkly contrasted the dark circles under his eyes. Life shaped up significantly after medical school. He dropped the pills but kept the caffeine addiction, cleaned up his perpetual five-o-clock shadow and began giving Rita and Raja the attention they deserved. With his already-erratic sleep habits, he decided to work the night shift as one of Goldenrod Emergency Medical Technicians. He may have thought that medical school was a sobering experience, but it was nothing in comparison to working as an EMT. Harvey had a soothing voice and a good way of calming patients and making them believe that everything would truly be okay. It was hard to utilize these skills when, as a first responder, many of the times the patient in question was often most certainly not okay. His work began to seep into his life, making him toss and turn at night, furthering his coffee habits the morning after another sleepless night. His coworkers went out often on their nights – and days – off. Harvey soon found himself joining them, then found himself having a little more than a healthy appreciation for a bottle of strong liquor. In his on-hours, he was alert and professional. Calming and charismatic. Quick and deft. In his off-hours, he was slovenly and lazy or wild and wasted, depending on whether the day involved a television set and a bottle of wine or ten shots of hard liquor and the pounding music of the clubs. It was hard work. It was good work. It was killing him. After the first few months, however, he seemed to settle down. Stab wounds, heart attacks, freak accidents – none of it could catch him off-guard anymore. A few particularly gruesome cases still knocked around his head when he let his mind go too blank, but he learned to move things to the back of his mind. He could not forget, but he could most certainly try to not remember. The positive impact of his work started to show through, when Christmas time brought many cards filled with letters from patients he had treated when he was first on the scene, all professing his impact on their lives. Work was too volatile to even think about getting tangled in a relationship, but his Pokemon, coworkers, and Christmas cards gave him the sense of belonging and accomplishment he needed. In fact, even when offered jobs as a resident Doctor at a hospital with fairer pay and much better shifts, he turned them down. His job had changed him, but he had accepted it. Then the war started. Harvey was never the rebellious freedom fighter type. In fact, the idea that Nox gained such a following absolutely mystified him. Lux recruiters seemed to spring up overnight, aggressively gathering members for their cause. Harvey eventually ended up “volunteering” to work for Lux, though their persistence left much of the choice out of it. Suddenly, he was plucked out of Goldenrod and transported anywhere in the region that needed his care. After proving competency at military bases and prisons, he was shipped up to Blackthorn and put through basic training. After an extremely condensed few weeks of military training, Harvey felt no more prepared for the battlefield than he had ever been. A check on his record, however, proclaimed that the TWENTY-SIX year old had been “promoted” to a field medic, in addition to his previous duties. He took a leave of absence after the Goldenrod bombings. His parents and sister had thankfully been vacationing during the horrible battle, but his grandparents had been lost during one of the blasts. He’s recently returned and resumed his old duties. He supposes it’s easier to get through the days and ignore the growing casualty count when the number of patients lined up and needing his care grows endlessly as well. OCCUPATION DOCTOR – more specifically, a field medic. He’s on the battlefield before the smoke has cleared to treat or evacuate the wounded as necessary. During the “quiet” periods of the war, he travels the regions to the various POW camps, and treats Nox prisoners and inspects living conditions there as well. ALLEGIANCE LUX – He sees NOX as terrorists and anarchists. Diplomacy – not bloodbaths – is the one true medium for change in his mind. Through his time on the battlefield, however, he knows that both sides have turned equally vicious and that each has unnecessary blood staining their hands. During battles, he has knowingly treated Nox insurgents and civilians; in most cases, a person in pain is simply a patient, regardless of allegiance. TRAITS |
POSITIVE TRAITS: ▪ intelligent ▪ good bedside mannerisms ▪ dedicated to his work ▪ truly tries to be moral, even in a warzone where it’s all shades of grey. ▪ gentle ▪ collected ▪ responds quickly to trauma or unexpected situations. nothing really can shock him anymore. | NEGATIVE TRAITS: ▪ desensitized to many things from a life on the battle field ▪ dependent on people ▪ addictive personally – alcohol, caffeine, pills, etc. ▪ stubborn ▪ piss-poor pokemon trainer ▪ locks his memories, thoughts, and feelings away in the back of his mind when he can’t deal with them. |
LIKES: ▪ his work ▪feeling like he made a difference in someone’s life ▪ caffeine ▪ people-watching ▪ swimming, cleaning, reading, and other mindless outlets ▪ a strong drink ▪ jazz ▪ suit coats and ties | DISLIKES: ▪ his work ▪ isolation and loneliness ▪ war ▪ distractions ▪ being sick ▪ what’s happened to goldenrod |
SECRETS: ▪ Despite being a medical professional, he often finds himself in poor health. His fondness for a stiff drink and a good smoke doesn’t help this. ▪ With the power to heal comes the power to harm, and he knows an uncomfortably long and varied list of ways of ending someone’s life. ▪ Though a cheerful and sociable kind of person, his occupation both before and during the war has worn heavily on him. He has old eyes. ▪ He’s only ever been in two relationships, and never in love. He dated his high school sweetheart for three years, dumping her quickly enough when he got to college. His next relationship was in medical school, to his Adderall dealer. Last he heard the guy was in prison. ▪ He has treated Nox soldiers on the battlefield despite it being “treason” of his loyalty. ▪ He believes that a mercy killing can be moral. Further still, he’s committed one. |
POKEMON [attr="class","mons"]  [attr="class","moves"]RITA Moves: Safeguard | Aromatherapy | Heal Pulse | Petal Dance [attr="class","mons"]  [attr="class","moves"]DONNA Moves: Heal Bell | Rollout | Milk Drink | Dizzy Punch [attr="class","mons"]  [attr="class","moves"]GAIUS Moves: Hypnosis | Dream Eater | Extrasensory | Air Slash [attr="class","mons"]  [attr="class","moves"]LEILA Moves: Teeter Dance | Sucker Punch | Encore | Thrash [attr="class","mons"]  [attr="class","moves"]RAJA Moves: Helping Hand | Baton Pass | Yawn | Bite [attr="class","mons"]  [attr="class","moves"]DARWIN Moves: Spore | Giga Drain | Stun Spore | Rage Powder [attr="class","mons"]  [attr="class","moves"]ISAAC Moves: Teleport | Confuse Ray | Psychic | Drill Peck [attr="class","mons"]  [attr="class","moves"]TAIO Moves: Protect | Heal Pulse | Extremespeed | Toxic [attr="class","mons"]  [attr="class","moves"]GINA Moves: Rain Dance | Hydro Pump | Perish Song | Aqua Ring |
WHO ELSE DO YOU PLAY? Lynne, Nikolai [b]HETALIA[/b], face-claim as SPAIN made by SIV for PRE. |
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