Post by carissa on Nov 12, 2009 12:02:01 GMT -8
(For the Zephyr)
Character's Name: Adrian Ernest Cale
Age: 35
Gender: male
Race: Human
Physical Profile:
Adrian has dark wavy hair and dark eyes, with a generally handsomely rugged appearance. When not on duty, Adrian generally changes into a shirt and jeans, sometimes complemented by a leather jacket or felt coat.
Birthplace: Norfolk, Connecticut
Preferred rank: Lieutenant Commander
Department: Chief Medical Officer
Personality: At first glance, Adrian appears to be rather distant. This jibes badly with the accepted personality of a CMO- but you know what they say about books and covers. After closer acquaintance, Adrian proves to be a man who deserves his reputation as a good medical officer. He seems to have a natural empathy, but despite that, has absolutely no knack for listening. He is not a quiet man, per se, but what he does say is usually so superficial that it gives no hint to his inner thoughts and emotions. He seems to be utterly detached in everything he does- it often appears that the only thing that can draw him out is the plight of a suffering patient.
Background and History:
Childhood
Adrian was born in an ancient house on the edge of Norfolk, Connecticut that looked as if it had popped directly out of an ancient holonovel. His parents were historians, who adored anything that had been made, built, or written prior to the advent of warp drive. That was where the house came from- they had saved it from a wrecking ball, restored it to its former glory, and happily lived in it, making use of the fantastic implements of pre-warp make they had discovered within.
Adrian was born some five years after their marriage. He was an only child, and remained so- his parents weren't particularly interested in having more children. As it was, Adrian was often forgotten for work and historical research, and was largely left to fend for himself as he grew up, finding his own amusements and generally getting into typical little-boy trouble. But his parents were well off socially, politically, and academically, and so were able to afford him a full array of childhood companions, from nannies to 'friends' to state-of-the-art toys. His friends were usually part of his school (a private best-of-the-best) or so-called friends brought in by his parents to provide an afternoon's amusement for their son.
Adrian grew up so, never knowing what he was missing. However, this pandered existence led to some rather strange ideas. For starters, he was of the opinion that good looks and social status could buy anything, even love- for this was his experience. He was spoiled, coddled, and had an immensely exaggerated idea of his own importance. This led him into a few troubles, starting with the first object of his true attention at the age of sixteen- a girl named Melisa. Melisa was only mildly interested (or appeared to be so) in the rich boy that sat behind her at school, and was more intent on her career choices.
But Adrian couldn't stand for rejection. He relentlessly pursued his classmate, tiring both her, his teachers, his parents, and himself out. Throughout it all, Melisa remained stolidly ambivalent towards him. So, he tried to buy her affection...with the same results. Defeated and with no more recourse, Adrian fell back on the last recourse he had- that of a practically screaming fit. That didn't work either. Melisa slapped him, and left. Shortly after, she moved away to Tokyo to go to engineering school, leaving him in the dust of his shattered dreams.
But Adrian, after a few days in boyish grief, moved past it, as he inevitably moved past everything. However, his life was pointless. He realized this, but tried to hide it- until, that is, his father noticed it. After a 'father-son talk' (which Adrian hated), it was decided that Adrian would join StarFleet. Adrian wasn't exactly thrilled by the decision, but decided to try for his father. He managed to maintain his grades at a high enough level so he could gain a simple entrance exam. And, to everyone's surprise (especially Adrian's), he passed. Now an official StarFleet cadet, Adrian found himself caught up in the life of StarFleet Academy.
Life at the Academy
His socialite persona gained him plenty of 'friends' (or professed friends), and his grades suffered for it. When his first report card from the Academy was sent home, his dad called up to the Academy. Very angry. He ordered his son to shape up, or he'd lock the boy in a plastic bubble at home, and he'd take his classes from his computer terminal from that bubble. This motivated Adrian to work harder at his studies, and actually pay attention to something other than his friends. At this point in his life, Adrian was a very happy-go-lucky sort of person. He could care less about his studies (except, of course, for the ever-present threat of complete isolation), and much preferred to be goofing off.
But then he met Clarissa. Clarissa Vrett was not, perhaps, the most spectacular girl at the Academy. She was not particularly pretty, nor was she exceptional in any way. Except, that is, for her utter lack of interest in Adrian or his life. This was unbearable to a boy of Adrian's temperament. He was determined to have her like him. And so, he began to try to make her like him.
However, Adrian had absolutely no idea how to go about this. He was used to simply snapping his fingers and attaining what he wanted. But he persevered, blundering his way through the process. However, Clarissa remained unimpressed. So, Adrian (in his typical grandiose way) simply took the plunge and asked her to marry him. She, of course, turned him down, stating that she could not marry a pompous fool who thought he owned the world merely because he was handsome and had a healthy ego. He'd have to prove himself.
Adrian was absolutely in love with her. So, he continued to pursue her- through his third and fourth years of Academy, he struggled to grow into the boots of the man she wanted him to be. She was the reason he struggled to bring his grades back up to par, and summarily entered med school. He had chosen the medical profession at random- he had no better idea, and someone had once told him he was a born doctor. So, he ran with it.
Clarissa graduated as an engineering officer and was posted to a ship while he went to med school. He did not see her for another two years. When he saw her again at age twenty-five, he found her older, more beautiful, and even more...Clarissa-ish than she had been before. And he had, perhaps, become more the man she wanted him to be. He took her home for a visit, and while there, asked her to marry him again.
She consented this time around, and they set the date. They were married in June, and applied for a posting together. They gained it, Adrian as a doctor and she as an engineering officer aboard the USS Grisholm.
Adrian Cale, StarFleet Officer
Adrian and Clarissa lived happily aboard the Grisholm for several years. Adrian was content to live on like this forever. As the years went on, he rose through the ranks. His wife did as well- from Ensign to Lt. He was an ever more proficient doctor, bringing a name to himself over the years.
They were reassigned two years later (when Adrian was thirty) to the USS Freedom- Adrian as the Assistant Chief Medical officer, Clarissa as an engineering officer. After serving only a short year there, they were moved yet again to the USS Olympia. They stayed there longer, a grand total of three years. While there, Clarissa became pregnant, which was greeted with joy by both. Then, true tragedy touched Adrian's life for the first time. The Olympia was attacked by an unknown lifeform. In the attack, Clarissa was fatally injured.
Adrian did all he could for his wife, laboring at her bedside to save her life for as long as he could. But there was nothing he could do- bad plasma burns covered her body, and had burnt through her lungs and heart. He had no choice but to sit by his wife's bedside and wait for her to die, and their unborn child with her. The death of his wife changed him forever. Overnight, he changed from the laughing social man he once had been into an old man in both mind and spirit. He has never truly gotten over the death of Clarissa. He suffers occasional bad dreams, but refuses to talk his loss over- with anyone. He prefers to keep it to himself.
After his wife's death, Adrian took leave for a period of six months, then returned to StarFleet. Now at the age of thirty-two, he was assigned as the chief medical officer to the USS Zephyr, where he has served and lived ever since.
Name of Celebrity: Ioan Gruffudd
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Sample Roleplay:
Adrian ran through sickbay, a tricorder clutched in his hand. He assisted an Ensign in laying an injured crewmember on a biobed. "I need two ccs-" his voice trailed off as his eyes laid on the door. A man was standing there. Holding Clarissa. There was no mistaking her long dark hair. He finished delivering his order. "Get it." he dropped the tricorder, as if in a daze, and ran to the door, jumping over crewmembers.
"Clarissa." He lifted her head in his hands, feeling a knot rising in his throat. Not Clarissa. They couldn't have taken Clarissa. "Lay her on a biobed, over there."
"Lieutenant!" someone yelled. Adrian fumbled for his tricorder, discovered it missing, and went towards the voice. "Yes?" he asked weakly. "Third-degree plasma burns..." the voice trailed off in his head, his mind automatically finding the correct information. He issued his orders, then found a tricorder and headed towards Clarissa.
She was laying limply on the biobed, her face turned up towards him, covered in residue and folded-back skin. He quickly scanned her. Third-degree plasma burns. He felt as if he was about to faint. This couldn't be happening.
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Three hours later, sickbay had calmed down. Crewmembers still lay on biobeds here and there, but most had left, their injuries patched. But Clarissa was still there.
Both he and the CMO had tried to help her. But her lungs and heart were too damaged. So Adrian was sitting here, helpless, holding her hand. Her fingers twitched in his grip, and she moaned softly.
"Clar?" he asked, leaning forward. Her eyes opened.
"Ad." she said, her other hand coming over with difficulty. She touched his face. "Don't say anything. I know." Adrian felt tears coming, and she wiped them away. "I love you. I...."
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A scanty five hours later, Clarissa died. Adrian stood there at the memorial service, numb all over. She was gone. Gone forever.
Character's Name: Adrian Ernest Cale
Age: 35
Gender: male
Race: Human
Physical Profile:
Adrian has dark wavy hair and dark eyes, with a generally handsomely rugged appearance. When not on duty, Adrian generally changes into a shirt and jeans, sometimes complemented by a leather jacket or felt coat.
Birthplace: Norfolk, Connecticut
Preferred rank: Lieutenant Commander
Department: Chief Medical Officer
Personality: At first glance, Adrian appears to be rather distant. This jibes badly with the accepted personality of a CMO- but you know what they say about books and covers. After closer acquaintance, Adrian proves to be a man who deserves his reputation as a good medical officer. He seems to have a natural empathy, but despite that, has absolutely no knack for listening. He is not a quiet man, per se, but what he does say is usually so superficial that it gives no hint to his inner thoughts and emotions. He seems to be utterly detached in everything he does- it often appears that the only thing that can draw him out is the plight of a suffering patient.
Background and History:
Childhood
Adrian was born in an ancient house on the edge of Norfolk, Connecticut that looked as if it had popped directly out of an ancient holonovel. His parents were historians, who adored anything that had been made, built, or written prior to the advent of warp drive. That was where the house came from- they had saved it from a wrecking ball, restored it to its former glory, and happily lived in it, making use of the fantastic implements of pre-warp make they had discovered within.
Adrian was born some five years after their marriage. He was an only child, and remained so- his parents weren't particularly interested in having more children. As it was, Adrian was often forgotten for work and historical research, and was largely left to fend for himself as he grew up, finding his own amusements and generally getting into typical little-boy trouble. But his parents were well off socially, politically, and academically, and so were able to afford him a full array of childhood companions, from nannies to 'friends' to state-of-the-art toys. His friends were usually part of his school (a private best-of-the-best) or so-called friends brought in by his parents to provide an afternoon's amusement for their son.
Adrian grew up so, never knowing what he was missing. However, this pandered existence led to some rather strange ideas. For starters, he was of the opinion that good looks and social status could buy anything, even love- for this was his experience. He was spoiled, coddled, and had an immensely exaggerated idea of his own importance. This led him into a few troubles, starting with the first object of his true attention at the age of sixteen- a girl named Melisa. Melisa was only mildly interested (or appeared to be so) in the rich boy that sat behind her at school, and was more intent on her career choices.
But Adrian couldn't stand for rejection. He relentlessly pursued his classmate, tiring both her, his teachers, his parents, and himself out. Throughout it all, Melisa remained stolidly ambivalent towards him. So, he tried to buy her affection...with the same results. Defeated and with no more recourse, Adrian fell back on the last recourse he had- that of a practically screaming fit. That didn't work either. Melisa slapped him, and left. Shortly after, she moved away to Tokyo to go to engineering school, leaving him in the dust of his shattered dreams.
But Adrian, after a few days in boyish grief, moved past it, as he inevitably moved past everything. However, his life was pointless. He realized this, but tried to hide it- until, that is, his father noticed it. After a 'father-son talk' (which Adrian hated), it was decided that Adrian would join StarFleet. Adrian wasn't exactly thrilled by the decision, but decided to try for his father. He managed to maintain his grades at a high enough level so he could gain a simple entrance exam. And, to everyone's surprise (especially Adrian's), he passed. Now an official StarFleet cadet, Adrian found himself caught up in the life of StarFleet Academy.
Life at the Academy
His socialite persona gained him plenty of 'friends' (or professed friends), and his grades suffered for it. When his first report card from the Academy was sent home, his dad called up to the Academy. Very angry. He ordered his son to shape up, or he'd lock the boy in a plastic bubble at home, and he'd take his classes from his computer terminal from that bubble. This motivated Adrian to work harder at his studies, and actually pay attention to something other than his friends. At this point in his life, Adrian was a very happy-go-lucky sort of person. He could care less about his studies (except, of course, for the ever-present threat of complete isolation), and much preferred to be goofing off.
But then he met Clarissa. Clarissa Vrett was not, perhaps, the most spectacular girl at the Academy. She was not particularly pretty, nor was she exceptional in any way. Except, that is, for her utter lack of interest in Adrian or his life. This was unbearable to a boy of Adrian's temperament. He was determined to have her like him. And so, he began to try to make her like him.
However, Adrian had absolutely no idea how to go about this. He was used to simply snapping his fingers and attaining what he wanted. But he persevered, blundering his way through the process. However, Clarissa remained unimpressed. So, Adrian (in his typical grandiose way) simply took the plunge and asked her to marry him. She, of course, turned him down, stating that she could not marry a pompous fool who thought he owned the world merely because he was handsome and had a healthy ego. He'd have to prove himself.
Adrian was absolutely in love with her. So, he continued to pursue her- through his third and fourth years of Academy, he struggled to grow into the boots of the man she wanted him to be. She was the reason he struggled to bring his grades back up to par, and summarily entered med school. He had chosen the medical profession at random- he had no better idea, and someone had once told him he was a born doctor. So, he ran with it.
Clarissa graduated as an engineering officer and was posted to a ship while he went to med school. He did not see her for another two years. When he saw her again at age twenty-five, he found her older, more beautiful, and even more...Clarissa-ish than she had been before. And he had, perhaps, become more the man she wanted him to be. He took her home for a visit, and while there, asked her to marry him again.
She consented this time around, and they set the date. They were married in June, and applied for a posting together. They gained it, Adrian as a doctor and she as an engineering officer aboard the USS Grisholm.
Adrian Cale, StarFleet Officer
Adrian and Clarissa lived happily aboard the Grisholm for several years. Adrian was content to live on like this forever. As the years went on, he rose through the ranks. His wife did as well- from Ensign to Lt. He was an ever more proficient doctor, bringing a name to himself over the years.
They were reassigned two years later (when Adrian was thirty) to the USS Freedom- Adrian as the Assistant Chief Medical officer, Clarissa as an engineering officer. After serving only a short year there, they were moved yet again to the USS Olympia. They stayed there longer, a grand total of three years. While there, Clarissa became pregnant, which was greeted with joy by both. Then, true tragedy touched Adrian's life for the first time. The Olympia was attacked by an unknown lifeform. In the attack, Clarissa was fatally injured.
Adrian did all he could for his wife, laboring at her bedside to save her life for as long as he could. But there was nothing he could do- bad plasma burns covered her body, and had burnt through her lungs and heart. He had no choice but to sit by his wife's bedside and wait for her to die, and their unborn child with her. The death of his wife changed him forever. Overnight, he changed from the laughing social man he once had been into an old man in both mind and spirit. He has never truly gotten over the death of Clarissa. He suffers occasional bad dreams, but refuses to talk his loss over- with anyone. He prefers to keep it to himself.
After his wife's death, Adrian took leave for a period of six months, then returned to StarFleet. Now at the age of thirty-two, he was assigned as the chief medical officer to the USS Zephyr, where he has served and lived ever since.
Name of Celebrity: Ioan Gruffudd
i33.tinypic.com/rh7cb9.jpg
Sample Roleplay:
Adrian ran through sickbay, a tricorder clutched in his hand. He assisted an Ensign in laying an injured crewmember on a biobed. "I need two ccs-" his voice trailed off as his eyes laid on the door. A man was standing there. Holding Clarissa. There was no mistaking her long dark hair. He finished delivering his order. "Get it." he dropped the tricorder, as if in a daze, and ran to the door, jumping over crewmembers.
"Clarissa." He lifted her head in his hands, feeling a knot rising in his throat. Not Clarissa. They couldn't have taken Clarissa. "Lay her on a biobed, over there."
"Lieutenant!" someone yelled. Adrian fumbled for his tricorder, discovered it missing, and went towards the voice. "Yes?" he asked weakly. "Third-degree plasma burns..." the voice trailed off in his head, his mind automatically finding the correct information. He issued his orders, then found a tricorder and headed towards Clarissa.
She was laying limply on the biobed, her face turned up towards him, covered in residue and folded-back skin. He quickly scanned her. Third-degree plasma burns. He felt as if he was about to faint. This couldn't be happening.
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Three hours later, sickbay had calmed down. Crewmembers still lay on biobeds here and there, but most had left, their injuries patched. But Clarissa was still there.
Both he and the CMO had tried to help her. But her lungs and heart were too damaged. So Adrian was sitting here, helpless, holding her hand. Her fingers twitched in his grip, and she moaned softly.
"Clar?" he asked, leaning forward. Her eyes opened.
"Ad." she said, her other hand coming over with difficulty. She touched his face. "Don't say anything. I know." Adrian felt tears coming, and she wiped them away. "I love you. I...."
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A scanty five hours later, Clarissa died. Adrian stood there at the memorial service, numb all over. She was gone. Gone forever.