Post by Lt Comm. Bernard Osler-Drew on Jun 13, 2014 17:53:38 GMT -8
Character's Name: Bernard Phila Osler-Drew
Age: 35
Gender: Male
Race: Human
Physical Profile 6'0", a lean 160lbs, dark brown hair, brown eyes, thin lips, plump cheeks, long legged, 'feminine' hands, not particularly muscular
Birthplace: Cape Town, South Africa, Earth
Preferred rank: Lieutenant Commander
Department: Medical / Assistant Chief Medical Officer
Talon or SGE?: SGE
Are you new to the forum? If no, list one of your other characters:No; Ensign Eden Nivans
How did you find us? It's Erin's fault.
Personality:
Bernard is a soft spoken gentleman with a docile demeanor, even his foot falls tread without a sound. Despite his delicate behavior Bernard is a confident man in both himself and his many skills. He is a persnickety fellow when it comes to his environment; a disorganized desk registers higher degrees of stress than severe trauma patients. For him, a normal expression of frustration or agitation is to giggle. Much to his own dismay, Bernard is easily startled. Surprisingly he is in possession of a sense of humor.
Background and History:
Bernard was born May 19, 2373 in Cape Town South Africa along side his twin sister Bridget to career minded professional parents, both of whom heavily involved in the medical research field on Earth. Overall, their childhood was ideal. Bernard and his sister were given every opportunity in life in terms of education and experiences, especially and unavoidably those concerning the colorful South African cultures. As a result of this Bernard and his entire family are fluent in Afrikaans (the language spoken mostly in the house,) English, Xhosa, and partial Ndebele and Zulu. Home life was regimented and quiet, said to be ran more like a lab than a home but to the Osler-Drew children it was always a sanctuary and the tight structure brought peace. Bernard and his sister went into school with a great advantage and most of their time was set aside to scientific studies and there was little time for friends or personal hobbies. When he was 11 years old he was introduced to music by a friend's mother and had quickly become obsessed with musical theory, traditional folk music, and early American jazz. He also dabbled in other artistic ventures which focused on the theater arts. In the beginning of these blossoming interests Mr Drew and Mrs Osler were not very understanding or happily accepting of their son's 'romantic' endeavors but eventually decided to nurture his new found passions, especially his mother- Mr. Drew very certain his son was going through a so-called rebellious phase. Feeling as though he owed his parents a debt, Bernard continued to study very hard. By the time he graduated high school he had learned how to play multiple instruments; piano, horn, saxophone, clarinet, and the trumpet. He also sings and is often caught humming. Bernard and Bridget have a very close bond and had always been quick to come to one another's defense when it came to persuading the parental units of anything. It was with the help of Bridget's compelling pleas that Bernard was allowed to take a gap year to pursue any chances in becoming a professional, independent musician. Unfortunately nothing permanent came of it.
After many heart felt and serious discussions with his sister, Bernard was at a loss as to what fate had in store for his future. He felt as though landing in the medical field was inevitable but how he would make the jump was uncertain. Many times he had considered joining Starfleet but the idea of separating himself from his twin sister and going so far from home was too frightening. In a remarkable gesture of solidarity and love Bridget made an incredible offer. She would join Starfleet with him saying "You will not be lonely when I am out there with you." Together they broke the news of their plans to their parents and went through every step of their journey hand in hand. Bridget would go on to become a counselor, destined to become a very fine ship's counselor one day.
The Starfleet Medical Academy was home away from home in many aspects: the ridged schedule, medical curriculum, and vibrant pool of cultures collected in one place however there were some aspects that he could not prepare for. Bernard's soft voice was easily trampled over and the other cadets who found much entertainment in making adjustments to his desk while he was away and laughing as he put everything back in perfect. Of course how could they know he was not humored when he giggled along with them? Eventually most of his peers and classmates learned to accept him and his habits as Bernard slowly opened up to them, especially when it came time to study for exams. By the time graduation came along Bernard had learned how to survive Starfleet life and found the inner strength that he had been missing as a younger man. Each class was swallowed up eagerly as his mind was flooded with incredible knowledge from many prestigious doctors and professors. Naturally medical school was not without its highs and lows but with his new sense of duty and empowerment, and with the ear of his twin, he pushed through taking his oath incredibly seriously. His career as a cadet was mostly remarkable and shone with many personal achievements and commendations from professors.
Bernard's first duty station was the USS Lexington (Nebula Class) and it was a pleasant experience for the most part. It was a successful first venture for his career and his practical knowledge was slightly improved considering the very few severe medical emergencies. For a short stint he dated an engineer which was the highlight of an otherwise dull assignment.
After the Lexington there was no settling for the young doctor as Starfleet scattered him around the Alpha Quadrant on what felt like at least a hundred ships on TAD (temporary additional duty) to replace or support lacking medical staff.
The USS Intrepid (NCC-74600) was a more interesting duty station with far more action. Here he was able to gather much more experience in terms of leadership. The Intrepid's CMO was far more keen on teaching his junior officers and promoted a more hands on approach to his training technique. Fortunately, most of his career was spent on this ship and because of that Bernard was able to establish a small but close network of friends, mostly with the medical crew, and expand his practical knowledge of medicine and love for trauma care. At times, life aboard the Intrepid felt more like a daily grind and a proving ground that tested his resolution and his desire to both remain a medical doctor and remain in space. With both the Captain and CMO's endorsement, Bernard was recommended for the prestigious position of Assistant Chief Medical Officer. With pride in his step, another new pip, and a bitter-sweet smile on his face, Bernard went on to his next assignment on the USS Endeavour (NCC-71805)
Life on the Endeavour was exactly what the ship name suggested. Even the simplest things seemed to have required a massive adjustment with his new position on board. The first couple weeks were filled with reflection as Bernard wondered if accepting the job was the best choice he could have made on a personal level. Even such severe thoughts faded as each patient came through and eventually he could not imagine himself in a different position although some reservation remained. The South African had learned very quickly that a doctor must not only be a skilled practitioner but they must also be schooled in a certain level of politics to handle the bureaucracy that ruled the profession. The climate aboard the Endeavour was not suited for Bernard and when he was offered, nearly bribed, with the position of Chief Medical Officer he countered the proposal with a request to be detached as soon as possible. There were plenty of assistant chief positions available, any one of them being much more preferable.
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"I've never thought to ask that before, broer, I haven't a clue how many patients Ma en Pa might have lost," Bridget replied in their native tongue while she folded grey uniforms and packed them away delicately.
Bernard listened, his attention taken away momentarily as he adjusted the computer on his desk by a degree. When both edges lined up perfectly parallel his heart fluttered. Perfection.
"She tried very hard not to die and it took a lot longer than I had predicted, there wasn't much to be done really." he continued to relay the story to his twin, "It just struck me as peculiar considering how Klingons are- it was a series of poor decisions on her part that killed her in the end, not the blown up deck plating that tore her in half. The woman was on limited duty for other injuries, you know."
Bridget nodded as she continued her task while listening carefully, "Simply because you believe there is, let's say honor, in death doesn't mean your body won't fight against it. Dying isn't exactly beneficial to cells and organs. Even if she wanted to die faster...it just doesn't work that way. I have a very interesting textbook on instinctual behavior during traumatic experiences if you are interested in reading it."
He knew this, of course, but the words sounded better coming from his twin.
"You're wearing face paint today." She said simply, sitting down and looking more closely at her brother who was wearing a uniform that matched hers perfectly.
Bernard chuckled slightly to himself. "I must admit, I am feeling a little homesick today."
The woman on the screen gently slid a tendril of dark brown hair behind her ear before changing the subject once again. "Speaking of home, Bernard, have you heard any news concerning where you might be given new orders?"
Some stranger selecting fresh duty assignments had never been a process that the man had quite gotten used to yet even after so much time- having a person who only knew you by what was written in your personnel file to decide your fate seemed poetic in all the worst ways. What were the detailers thinking when they were going through the countless list of options? That rumination had been weighing on his mind heavily and stealing precious hours of sleep. Naturally Bernard wanted to voice his opinions with Bridget's sage-like wisdom; it had always been instinct. Even if they were no longer in the warm embrace of South Africa and that the choice was Starfleet's alone to make her words still meant as much as they ever had. "I'm a little sick of being on a ship at the moment." Bernard cursed quietly, dental clicks exploding with annoyance. He had made a very futile attempt to censor himself- the Bajoran patient laying on the biobed right outside the open office door was unconscious which was lucky for the ACMO and his fully functional universal translator.
Bridget shook her head, her understanding flawless and her disappointment obvious. "Bernard..." her tolerance for rude language was almost non-existent and the admonishing tone reflected the fact.
The warning did well to get the man back on track. "The latest update I've heard is something about a base in the Gamma Quadrant, actually. Now that would be a change of pace." Whether Bernard was of a positive or negative opinion was unclear, as always he had simply stated the truth.
"The Gamma Quadrant? Regtig?? It's so far away."
Her tendency toward worry about such a radical choice was partially warranted. Typically he would not have been so easily accepting of such a bold consideration but the longer he had been a Starfleet officer the farther away from home he wanted to go, planet by planet, light-year by light-year. The spirit of exploration had stolen his soul and the winds of change carried him to mysterious new places.
"I kn-" the chirping of his com-badge interrupted coldly.
//"Chief Petty Officer King to Lieutenant Commander Drew"//
Bernard did not bother correcting the man about his name, everyone seemed inclined to shorten it in some way. "Yes, Chief?"
//"We have a medical emergency in Cargo Bay Two- Crewman McGee fell and is unresponsive."//
Bernard rubbed his eyes and grabbed a medical kit from behind the counter. Technically he had been off duty half an hour ago but when was a medical officer ever really off duty? "I'll be there as soon as possible, Chief."
He returned to the computer and gave his sister a frown. "Sorry, Bridget, gotta go."
"Ek het jou lief, Bernard." Bridget said with a smile, understanding and caring as always.
Her brother returned the sentiment with a grin of his own. "I love you too. Speak with you soon."
Age: 35
Gender: Male
Race: Human
Physical Profile 6'0", a lean 160lbs, dark brown hair, brown eyes, thin lips, plump cheeks, long legged, 'feminine' hands, not particularly muscular
Birthplace: Cape Town, South Africa, Earth
Preferred rank: Lieutenant Commander
Department: Medical / Assistant Chief Medical Officer
Talon or SGE?: SGE
Are you new to the forum? If no, list one of your other characters:No; Ensign Eden Nivans
How did you find us? It's Erin's fault.
Personality:
Bernard is a soft spoken gentleman with a docile demeanor, even his foot falls tread without a sound. Despite his delicate behavior Bernard is a confident man in both himself and his many skills. He is a persnickety fellow when it comes to his environment; a disorganized desk registers higher degrees of stress than severe trauma patients. For him, a normal expression of frustration or agitation is to giggle. Much to his own dismay, Bernard is easily startled. Surprisingly he is in possession of a sense of humor.
Background and History:
Bernard was born May 19, 2373 in Cape Town South Africa along side his twin sister Bridget to career minded professional parents, both of whom heavily involved in the medical research field on Earth. Overall, their childhood was ideal. Bernard and his sister were given every opportunity in life in terms of education and experiences, especially and unavoidably those concerning the colorful South African cultures. As a result of this Bernard and his entire family are fluent in Afrikaans (the language spoken mostly in the house,) English, Xhosa, and partial Ndebele and Zulu. Home life was regimented and quiet, said to be ran more like a lab than a home but to the Osler-Drew children it was always a sanctuary and the tight structure brought peace. Bernard and his sister went into school with a great advantage and most of their time was set aside to scientific studies and there was little time for friends or personal hobbies. When he was 11 years old he was introduced to music by a friend's mother and had quickly become obsessed with musical theory, traditional folk music, and early American jazz. He also dabbled in other artistic ventures which focused on the theater arts. In the beginning of these blossoming interests Mr Drew and Mrs Osler were not very understanding or happily accepting of their son's 'romantic' endeavors but eventually decided to nurture his new found passions, especially his mother- Mr. Drew very certain his son was going through a so-called rebellious phase. Feeling as though he owed his parents a debt, Bernard continued to study very hard. By the time he graduated high school he had learned how to play multiple instruments; piano, horn, saxophone, clarinet, and the trumpet. He also sings and is often caught humming. Bernard and Bridget have a very close bond and had always been quick to come to one another's defense when it came to persuading the parental units of anything. It was with the help of Bridget's compelling pleas that Bernard was allowed to take a gap year to pursue any chances in becoming a professional, independent musician. Unfortunately nothing permanent came of it.
After many heart felt and serious discussions with his sister, Bernard was at a loss as to what fate had in store for his future. He felt as though landing in the medical field was inevitable but how he would make the jump was uncertain. Many times he had considered joining Starfleet but the idea of separating himself from his twin sister and going so far from home was too frightening. In a remarkable gesture of solidarity and love Bridget made an incredible offer. She would join Starfleet with him saying "You will not be lonely when I am out there with you." Together they broke the news of their plans to their parents and went through every step of their journey hand in hand. Bridget would go on to become a counselor, destined to become a very fine ship's counselor one day.
The Starfleet Medical Academy was home away from home in many aspects: the ridged schedule, medical curriculum, and vibrant pool of cultures collected in one place however there were some aspects that he could not prepare for. Bernard's soft voice was easily trampled over and the other cadets who found much entertainment in making adjustments to his desk while he was away and laughing as he put everything back in perfect. Of course how could they know he was not humored when he giggled along with them? Eventually most of his peers and classmates learned to accept him and his habits as Bernard slowly opened up to them, especially when it came time to study for exams. By the time graduation came along Bernard had learned how to survive Starfleet life and found the inner strength that he had been missing as a younger man. Each class was swallowed up eagerly as his mind was flooded with incredible knowledge from many prestigious doctors and professors. Naturally medical school was not without its highs and lows but with his new sense of duty and empowerment, and with the ear of his twin, he pushed through taking his oath incredibly seriously. His career as a cadet was mostly remarkable and shone with many personal achievements and commendations from professors.
Bernard's first duty station was the USS Lexington (Nebula Class) and it was a pleasant experience for the most part. It was a successful first venture for his career and his practical knowledge was slightly improved considering the very few severe medical emergencies. For a short stint he dated an engineer which was the highlight of an otherwise dull assignment.
After the Lexington there was no settling for the young doctor as Starfleet scattered him around the Alpha Quadrant on what felt like at least a hundred ships on TAD (temporary additional duty) to replace or support lacking medical staff.
The USS Intrepid (NCC-74600) was a more interesting duty station with far more action. Here he was able to gather much more experience in terms of leadership. The Intrepid's CMO was far more keen on teaching his junior officers and promoted a more hands on approach to his training technique. Fortunately, most of his career was spent on this ship and because of that Bernard was able to establish a small but close network of friends, mostly with the medical crew, and expand his practical knowledge of medicine and love for trauma care. At times, life aboard the Intrepid felt more like a daily grind and a proving ground that tested his resolution and his desire to both remain a medical doctor and remain in space. With both the Captain and CMO's endorsement, Bernard was recommended for the prestigious position of Assistant Chief Medical Officer. With pride in his step, another new pip, and a bitter-sweet smile on his face, Bernard went on to his next assignment on the USS Endeavour (NCC-71805)
Life on the Endeavour was exactly what the ship name suggested. Even the simplest things seemed to have required a massive adjustment with his new position on board. The first couple weeks were filled with reflection as Bernard wondered if accepting the job was the best choice he could have made on a personal level. Even such severe thoughts faded as each patient came through and eventually he could not imagine himself in a different position although some reservation remained. The South African had learned very quickly that a doctor must not only be a skilled practitioner but they must also be schooled in a certain level of politics to handle the bureaucracy that ruled the profession. The climate aboard the Endeavour was not suited for Bernard and when he was offered, nearly bribed, with the position of Chief Medical Officer he countered the proposal with a request to be detached as soon as possible. There were plenty of assistant chief positions available, any one of them being much more preferable.
Name of Celebrity:
Jimmy Fallon
Avatar of your chosen character (Link.). Your picture should be no more than 150 pixels wide:
Sample Roleplay:
"I've never thought to ask that before, broer, I haven't a clue how many patients Ma en Pa might have lost," Bridget replied in their native tongue while she folded grey uniforms and packed them away delicately.
Bernard listened, his attention taken away momentarily as he adjusted the computer on his desk by a degree. When both edges lined up perfectly parallel his heart fluttered. Perfection.
"She tried very hard not to die and it took a lot longer than I had predicted, there wasn't much to be done really." he continued to relay the story to his twin, "It just struck me as peculiar considering how Klingons are- it was a series of poor decisions on her part that killed her in the end, not the blown up deck plating that tore her in half. The woman was on limited duty for other injuries, you know."
Bridget nodded as she continued her task while listening carefully, "Simply because you believe there is, let's say honor, in death doesn't mean your body won't fight against it. Dying isn't exactly beneficial to cells and organs. Even if she wanted to die faster...it just doesn't work that way. I have a very interesting textbook on instinctual behavior during traumatic experiences if you are interested in reading it."
He knew this, of course, but the words sounded better coming from his twin.
"You're wearing face paint today." She said simply, sitting down and looking more closely at her brother who was wearing a uniform that matched hers perfectly.
Bernard chuckled slightly to himself. "I must admit, I am feeling a little homesick today."
The woman on the screen gently slid a tendril of dark brown hair behind her ear before changing the subject once again. "Speaking of home, Bernard, have you heard any news concerning where you might be given new orders?"
Some stranger selecting fresh duty assignments had never been a process that the man had quite gotten used to yet even after so much time- having a person who only knew you by what was written in your personnel file to decide your fate seemed poetic in all the worst ways. What were the detailers thinking when they were going through the countless list of options? That rumination had been weighing on his mind heavily and stealing precious hours of sleep. Naturally Bernard wanted to voice his opinions with Bridget's sage-like wisdom; it had always been instinct. Even if they were no longer in the warm embrace of South Africa and that the choice was Starfleet's alone to make her words still meant as much as they ever had. "I'm a little sick of being on a ship at the moment." Bernard cursed quietly, dental clicks exploding with annoyance. He had made a very futile attempt to censor himself- the Bajoran patient laying on the biobed right outside the open office door was unconscious which was lucky for the ACMO and his fully functional universal translator.
Bridget shook her head, her understanding flawless and her disappointment obvious. "Bernard..." her tolerance for rude language was almost non-existent and the admonishing tone reflected the fact.
The warning did well to get the man back on track. "The latest update I've heard is something about a base in the Gamma Quadrant, actually. Now that would be a change of pace." Whether Bernard was of a positive or negative opinion was unclear, as always he had simply stated the truth.
"The Gamma Quadrant? Regtig?? It's so far away."
Her tendency toward worry about such a radical choice was partially warranted. Typically he would not have been so easily accepting of such a bold consideration but the longer he had been a Starfleet officer the farther away from home he wanted to go, planet by planet, light-year by light-year. The spirit of exploration had stolen his soul and the winds of change carried him to mysterious new places.
"I kn-" the chirping of his com-badge interrupted coldly.
//"Chief Petty Officer King to Lieutenant Commander Drew"//
Bernard did not bother correcting the man about his name, everyone seemed inclined to shorten it in some way. "Yes, Chief?"
//"We have a medical emergency in Cargo Bay Two- Crewman McGee fell and is unresponsive."//
Bernard rubbed his eyes and grabbed a medical kit from behind the counter. Technically he had been off duty half an hour ago but when was a medical officer ever really off duty? "I'll be there as soon as possible, Chief."
He returned to the computer and gave his sister a frown. "Sorry, Bridget, gotta go."
"Ek het jou lief, Bernard." Bridget said with a smile, understanding and caring as always.
Her brother returned the sentiment with a grin of his own. "I love you too. Speak with you soon."