Post by Val - Warning:Contains Sarcasm on Mar 12, 2009 14:36:39 GMT -5
Name: Jessica Chezz
Race: Human
Age: 25
Height: 5'4"
Weight: 100lb
Appearance:
Blonde haired, short with a happy smile which she rarely uses. She has pale skin and is easily identified in that in the entire hospital area she is the only staff who refuses to wear uniform. She also has a black cane which she uses due to her leg damage.
Birth place: Coruscant
Occupation: Medical
Rank: Physician
Bio: Jessica was born on Coruscant to an ex-Republic soldier and his wife, their second child of three. Her father would tell them bedtime stories about the things he used to do in the army and their mother would bring them up by supporting their learning. She went to a good school when she was 3, and quickly grasped her ABCs and 123s. She loved learning. Things were so interesting, so complex. This mentality continued through her life. She had plenty of friends and was willing to share and be supporting of the other children.
On a school trip to one of the museums, she further found she had a passion for archaeology. That night she had looked up all sorts of things about treasure hunting and spent a few hours searching for hidden secrets in their home. She was 6 by now and little had changed, though her father's attitude wasn't the same. He didn't talk in the old nostalgic tone he once had, and grew more delusional. He made statements more frequently that were inconsistent with his previous personality, and his morals became skewered. His brain chemistry was imbalanced, but no one thought to take him to hospital and just saw him as being depressed.
She didn't really like the way her father talked much after this. He would impress his opinions onto her whether she wanted to hear it or now. Sometimes she saw a hint of logic in his rantings, but often it would just be like listening to someone ramble on about the same point over and over. Her mother and father drifted apart, and the family atmosphere was lost. The children relied more on each other than they did on their parents. Sometimes they'd go off and practice the things their dad had told them about once. They'd sometimes take his blaster pistol without him knowing. There was an alley near the house where they'd take turns blasting bottles, cans, boxes or whatever they'd get their hands on.
Schooling over the age of 11 was hard for Jessica. Not because of the work. She found it fun, interesting, varied. She wanted to learn about how things worked, like an obsession. No, the school was hard because it meant change. Body changes, and it wasn't just her that noticed. She used to have fights with boys just for the sheer hell of it, for fun and sometimes because of toy thieves. Suddenly, however, they seemed more inclined to stealing looks at her from the back of the classroom and such-like. She hung around with a group of girls throughout school - partly for protection, but also for the social side.
She excelled at her classes, reading around the subjects and finishing homework before she'd even stepped through the door out of class. She would finish essays and assignments in spare long afternoons, and spent the rest of the time socialising with friends. She found it difficult to comprehend how other people needed to take so long to do what she found so easy. She developed the empathy slowly, but at the same time also developed a kind of contempt for people.
They seemed to enjoy drinking, driving fast, taking drugs, getting into trouble with the police and jedi. They liked doing antisocial things which made her uncomfortable. She tagged along but didn't really do anything. She watched, observing, silent. They were stupid, and she'd found her father's words clambering back into her mind. The more she looked around the more she found it to be true. People were stupid, and they lied. They lied unless they couldn't help themselves. She became misanthropic and cynical.
This was amplified during a bad night where she fell off a building. She was 15 and could have been pushed, though she wasn't sure. She landed on something sharp and it gouged into her leg. She bled heavily, but apparently it missed any majoy artery. Instead it tore the muscle in her leg. She disguised it before she returned home, not wanting her parents' opinions. Her parents hardly looked at her when she got home anyway, so she was safe. Over time the would healed to a degree, but she suffered an infarction of the upper right thigh rendering the muscle there necrotic. She could still walk, but required a cane to get about. The damage was too far gone for normal procedures and she knew her parents could not really afford any kind of cybernetics to replace the damaged muscle. She never told them about it and would resort to struggling about the house with her cane usually hidden up the trouser legs.
She took pain medication from her friends to bypass the sting in her leg. It was a small pill she took a few times a day to relieve the feeling of dead leg muscles. She had to hide it in her school backpack to make sure her parents didn't find it and start asking questions. They didn't tend to notice her limp. Her father spent his time brooding and in 'deep thought'. Her mother just seemed to not care anymore. The medication took away the pain, made her feel good. It didn't take long for her to gain an addiction to it. The children at school would sometimes make fun of her cane - even those who knew what had happened. She shrugged it off as best as she could, but over time this would be an addition to her dislike of people.
She continued on to medical academy regardless, following several offers by the premier academy on Coruscant. She decided that although she couldn't stand people and the way they acted, the medical profession was challenging and diverse. It was so large in the amount of diseases and problems people would have, and although she didn't particularly care about people, she knew that she could get the closure of knowing if she had done well or not. She liked the feeling of having her work evaluated as correct at school and felt it only typical that she continue. She left school with distinctive results and also left her friends behind. They continued on to mediocre jobs, such as store workers, taxi drivers or cleaners.
At medical academy the 18 year old took on as much as she could and covered a large range of subjects on the medical profession. She took courses in psychology, counselling, surgery, nutrition, viral infections, bacterial infections, medication and all sorts of rare illnesses. She studied diseases that most professors hadn't even heard of, and found herself in classes of one-to-one ratios more than half the time. Everyone she knew was impressed, but she didn't really care. She felt like the only person she needed approval from was herself.
Her biting sarcasm was known throughout the academy and though she was good at working well with people she would usually take control when it wasn't her place to. This was useful in the brief military training in her course which would prepare the doctors for the possibility of a war breaking out, or them choosing to be posted on a battleship of some sort. It took a year but it was thorough and useful to her.
At 21 she became infamous in one class where she actually knew more about a condition than the professor. Ithasular Mygotis - a swelling in the throats of Ithorians, which would be fatal if not treated with a course of antibiotics. She had read about it a few weeks back The professor began by mispronouncing the illness, which Jessica corrected him on. He then stated it was a purely contagious disease among the race, when in fact the genetic predispositions were important in contracting it. She corrected him on this too. When he asked the rhetorical question of "Would you mind letting me teach this class?", she replied with "No, but that's not what you're doing, now is it?". When he then suggested she take the class she did, and gave a lecture on the disease with the lecturer watching enviously.
She graduated at 25 with some of the highest marks on record for her subjects. Her medical knowledge was almost totally unsurpassed and she still craved more, and would bury herself in archives whenever she felt the need, going through anything she had not already read and reread a hundred times, even when employed. She began spending time learning to play a musical instrument, a Dorenian Beshniquel, which helped her relax in any rare spare time she had at night, when she struggled to sleep. She took up a position at one of the larger healthcare facilities on Coruscant, but only found she enjoyed the difficult cases.
She deferred going to the walk-in area of the hospital where she was, technically, obliged to give in 3 hours a day. After skipping out on over 5 months she was eventually told by the head of the hospital that she either had to make up the time lost or leave the hospital. Begrudgingly she accepted - partially due to the need of the hospital which helped her retain the last pieces of sanity she had, but also because it was her easiest access of the drugs that helped her through the day.
Attributes:
Physical Strength: 2
Intelligence: 8
Speed: 2
Leadership: 5
Unarmed: 2
Melee Weapons: 1
Ranged Weapons: 4
Alignment: 0
RP Sample:
"So your symptoms include... a headache, a pain in your arm and white crusted skin on your feet?" She blinked tiredly at the patient in front of her. She'd been awake less than 3 hours but was already feeling exhausted. She tapped the handle of her cane against her head.
"Yes, that's what... what I've had in the last week." The man in front of her looked really pathetic. His hands were crossed in his lap and his legs were drawn tight behind the legs of the chair. He was leaning forward, and she could see the tightness on his face.
"Well, let's see. I'm going to prescribe five things here," The man made a motion to speak but she silenced him by raising her hand. She clipped her fingers and thumb together in a pursing motion and continued. "I'm recommending aspirin for the headache. I'm also recommending a veruca cream for your feet... and I'm recommending you stop overusing your arm in your 'alone time'." The man blushed and cleared his throat. " Which leads me on to recommendation four. I suggest you stop worrying about your genitalia. They're unlikely to fall off and anything 5 to 7 inches is natural. As for my fifth, I recommend you relax and stop looking like you're consistantly about to repaint the floor with your fluids."
The man stared, shocked at how she had managed to work out everything about him without seemingly giving any thought to it. She scribbled down a prescription and handed it to him. He was passing out of the door before turning round with another question.
"Uh, doctor... one more thing. See, it's about women..." She rolled her eyes.
"Dinner, flowers and dancing. Wear something nice. Wash and comb your hair. And no, I'm not available." The man stood for a moment, before snapping to his senses and continuing out the door muttering to himself.
It was a lie. Well, sort of. She was single, but available wasn't really the word to use. She pulled a bottle of pills from her pocket and tipped one into her hand. It was small and white. Her pupils dilated just looking at it and she forced it into her mouth, swallowing it instantly. The feeling was almost immediate, making her feel warm, awake and happy. She stood up, pressing on her cane for support. She moved herself to the open door and peered out.
"Next patient!" she called, dreading the next round of drudgery.
Race: Human
Age: 25
Height: 5'4"
Weight: 100lb
Appearance:
Blonde haired, short with a happy smile which she rarely uses. She has pale skin and is easily identified in that in the entire hospital area she is the only staff who refuses to wear uniform. She also has a black cane which she uses due to her leg damage.
Birth place: Coruscant
Occupation: Medical
Rank: Physician
Bio: Jessica was born on Coruscant to an ex-Republic soldier and his wife, their second child of three. Her father would tell them bedtime stories about the things he used to do in the army and their mother would bring them up by supporting their learning. She went to a good school when she was 3, and quickly grasped her ABCs and 123s. She loved learning. Things were so interesting, so complex. This mentality continued through her life. She had plenty of friends and was willing to share and be supporting of the other children.
On a school trip to one of the museums, she further found she had a passion for archaeology. That night she had looked up all sorts of things about treasure hunting and spent a few hours searching for hidden secrets in their home. She was 6 by now and little had changed, though her father's attitude wasn't the same. He didn't talk in the old nostalgic tone he once had, and grew more delusional. He made statements more frequently that were inconsistent with his previous personality, and his morals became skewered. His brain chemistry was imbalanced, but no one thought to take him to hospital and just saw him as being depressed.
She didn't really like the way her father talked much after this. He would impress his opinions onto her whether she wanted to hear it or now. Sometimes she saw a hint of logic in his rantings, but often it would just be like listening to someone ramble on about the same point over and over. Her mother and father drifted apart, and the family atmosphere was lost. The children relied more on each other than they did on their parents. Sometimes they'd go off and practice the things their dad had told them about once. They'd sometimes take his blaster pistol without him knowing. There was an alley near the house where they'd take turns blasting bottles, cans, boxes or whatever they'd get their hands on.
Schooling over the age of 11 was hard for Jessica. Not because of the work. She found it fun, interesting, varied. She wanted to learn about how things worked, like an obsession. No, the school was hard because it meant change. Body changes, and it wasn't just her that noticed. She used to have fights with boys just for the sheer hell of it, for fun and sometimes because of toy thieves. Suddenly, however, they seemed more inclined to stealing looks at her from the back of the classroom and such-like. She hung around with a group of girls throughout school - partly for protection, but also for the social side.
She excelled at her classes, reading around the subjects and finishing homework before she'd even stepped through the door out of class. She would finish essays and assignments in spare long afternoons, and spent the rest of the time socialising with friends. She found it difficult to comprehend how other people needed to take so long to do what she found so easy. She developed the empathy slowly, but at the same time also developed a kind of contempt for people.
They seemed to enjoy drinking, driving fast, taking drugs, getting into trouble with the police and jedi. They liked doing antisocial things which made her uncomfortable. She tagged along but didn't really do anything. She watched, observing, silent. They were stupid, and she'd found her father's words clambering back into her mind. The more she looked around the more she found it to be true. People were stupid, and they lied. They lied unless they couldn't help themselves. She became misanthropic and cynical.
This was amplified during a bad night where she fell off a building. She was 15 and could have been pushed, though she wasn't sure. She landed on something sharp and it gouged into her leg. She bled heavily, but apparently it missed any majoy artery. Instead it tore the muscle in her leg. She disguised it before she returned home, not wanting her parents' opinions. Her parents hardly looked at her when she got home anyway, so she was safe. Over time the would healed to a degree, but she suffered an infarction of the upper right thigh rendering the muscle there necrotic. She could still walk, but required a cane to get about. The damage was too far gone for normal procedures and she knew her parents could not really afford any kind of cybernetics to replace the damaged muscle. She never told them about it and would resort to struggling about the house with her cane usually hidden up the trouser legs.
She took pain medication from her friends to bypass the sting in her leg. It was a small pill she took a few times a day to relieve the feeling of dead leg muscles. She had to hide it in her school backpack to make sure her parents didn't find it and start asking questions. They didn't tend to notice her limp. Her father spent his time brooding and in 'deep thought'. Her mother just seemed to not care anymore. The medication took away the pain, made her feel good. It didn't take long for her to gain an addiction to it. The children at school would sometimes make fun of her cane - even those who knew what had happened. She shrugged it off as best as she could, but over time this would be an addition to her dislike of people.
She continued on to medical academy regardless, following several offers by the premier academy on Coruscant. She decided that although she couldn't stand people and the way they acted, the medical profession was challenging and diverse. It was so large in the amount of diseases and problems people would have, and although she didn't particularly care about people, she knew that she could get the closure of knowing if she had done well or not. She liked the feeling of having her work evaluated as correct at school and felt it only typical that she continue. She left school with distinctive results and also left her friends behind. They continued on to mediocre jobs, such as store workers, taxi drivers or cleaners.
At medical academy the 18 year old took on as much as she could and covered a large range of subjects on the medical profession. She took courses in psychology, counselling, surgery, nutrition, viral infections, bacterial infections, medication and all sorts of rare illnesses. She studied diseases that most professors hadn't even heard of, and found herself in classes of one-to-one ratios more than half the time. Everyone she knew was impressed, but she didn't really care. She felt like the only person she needed approval from was herself.
Her biting sarcasm was known throughout the academy and though she was good at working well with people she would usually take control when it wasn't her place to. This was useful in the brief military training in her course which would prepare the doctors for the possibility of a war breaking out, or them choosing to be posted on a battleship of some sort. It took a year but it was thorough and useful to her.
At 21 she became infamous in one class where she actually knew more about a condition than the professor. Ithasular Mygotis - a swelling in the throats of Ithorians, which would be fatal if not treated with a course of antibiotics. She had read about it a few weeks back The professor began by mispronouncing the illness, which Jessica corrected him on. He then stated it was a purely contagious disease among the race, when in fact the genetic predispositions were important in contracting it. She corrected him on this too. When he asked the rhetorical question of "Would you mind letting me teach this class?", she replied with "No, but that's not what you're doing, now is it?". When he then suggested she take the class she did, and gave a lecture on the disease with the lecturer watching enviously.
She graduated at 25 with some of the highest marks on record for her subjects. Her medical knowledge was almost totally unsurpassed and she still craved more, and would bury herself in archives whenever she felt the need, going through anything she had not already read and reread a hundred times, even when employed. She began spending time learning to play a musical instrument, a Dorenian Beshniquel, which helped her relax in any rare spare time she had at night, when she struggled to sleep. She took up a position at one of the larger healthcare facilities on Coruscant, but only found she enjoyed the difficult cases.
She deferred going to the walk-in area of the hospital where she was, technically, obliged to give in 3 hours a day. After skipping out on over 5 months she was eventually told by the head of the hospital that she either had to make up the time lost or leave the hospital. Begrudgingly she accepted - partially due to the need of the hospital which helped her retain the last pieces of sanity she had, but also because it was her easiest access of the drugs that helped her through the day.
Attributes:
Physical Strength: 2
Intelligence: 8
Speed: 2
Leadership: 5
Unarmed: 2
Melee Weapons: 1
Ranged Weapons: 4
Alignment: 0
RP Sample:
"So your symptoms include... a headache, a pain in your arm and white crusted skin on your feet?" She blinked tiredly at the patient in front of her. She'd been awake less than 3 hours but was already feeling exhausted. She tapped the handle of her cane against her head.
"Yes, that's what... what I've had in the last week." The man in front of her looked really pathetic. His hands were crossed in his lap and his legs were drawn tight behind the legs of the chair. He was leaning forward, and she could see the tightness on his face.
"Well, let's see. I'm going to prescribe five things here," The man made a motion to speak but she silenced him by raising her hand. She clipped her fingers and thumb together in a pursing motion and continued. "I'm recommending aspirin for the headache. I'm also recommending a veruca cream for your feet... and I'm recommending you stop overusing your arm in your 'alone time'." The man blushed and cleared his throat. " Which leads me on to recommendation four. I suggest you stop worrying about your genitalia. They're unlikely to fall off and anything 5 to 7 inches is natural. As for my fifth, I recommend you relax and stop looking like you're consistantly about to repaint the floor with your fluids."
The man stared, shocked at how she had managed to work out everything about him without seemingly giving any thought to it. She scribbled down a prescription and handed it to him. He was passing out of the door before turning round with another question.
"Uh, doctor... one more thing. See, it's about women..." She rolled her eyes.
"Dinner, flowers and dancing. Wear something nice. Wash and comb your hair. And no, I'm not available." The man stood for a moment, before snapping to his senses and continuing out the door muttering to himself.
It was a lie. Well, sort of. She was single, but available wasn't really the word to use. She pulled a bottle of pills from her pocket and tipped one into her hand. It was small and white. Her pupils dilated just looking at it and she forced it into her mouth, swallowing it instantly. The feeling was almost immediate, making her feel warm, awake and happy. She stood up, pressing on her cane for support. She moved herself to the open door and peered out.
"Next patient!" she called, dreading the next round of drudgery.
