Post by zizi on Dec 5, 2009 9:20:24 GMT -5
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Player Information
Handle: ZiZi
Gender: Female
Contact Information PM for email, or just to chat
Other Characters here?None as yet
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Character Information
Canon? Nooo
Character Name:Darcy Robin
Gender:Female
Age:24
Species/Breed:Arctic Fox
Current Occupation:Foundry member, Medic and Hand-to-Hand Combat Specialist. The actual place she works is a hospital in East Lucent.
Personality: It isn’t that Darcy prefers to be alone, more that people don’t like her, most of the time. Darcy is occasionally rude, and almost always disrespectful. She’d actually quite social, and if she takes a shine to someone, she’s loyal to them. She doesn’t have the time or inclination to indulge in mind games or manipulation, and she doesn’t like the kind of people who do. She’s probably the least subtle person you’ll ever meet. She always speaks her mind, unless there’s extenuating circumstances. Like, she actually gets along with the person in question. She’ll still tell them, just in a gentler, kinder way.
Believe it or not, she actually has the capacity to be gentle and kind. She has good control over her more violent impulses when treating a patient, and though she gets frustrated and kicks things if a treatment doesn’t work, she has a dogged determination to get it right. She’s not one to feel overtly guilty if a patient dies, because logically, she knows she will have tried her hardest. She also has a soft spot a mile wide for any child, rich, poor, educated, or homeless. She’s seen that diseases or injury kill everyone equally, and tries to apply that equality to her life. All it really means is that she’s equally rude to near about everybody, but she tries. She’s smart enough to know when to keep her mouth shut, though, and she carries out orders with precision born from years of medic school.
Overall, the prickly exterior hides...well, sharper prickles at first, but unfortunately, some have the capacity to worm their way into her heart. At the moment only her family have the sympathy she reserves for those she really cares about, but the closer she delves into the Foundry, the more the shared danger threatens to bond her closer to her fellows than she ever wanted.
Appearance: Darcy is attractive, in a canine way, though white fur is a nightmare to keep clean, especially in her line of worked. The fur on her paws is more often than not matted with blood and other bodily fluids, no matter how often she washes them. She’s very hygienic due to this, bathing or showering when she can. Despite it all, dirt shows up very starkly on white, and so everybody can tell when she’s been fighting, working or just tripped over on the way home. Her eyes are an odd colour, both somehow between gold and brown, though if you look very closely you can see that the left one has a tad more gold, and the right a bit more brown. At odds with her personality, they don’t seem to be piercing through you, in fact, avoiding looking at you too closely altogether. Of course, this could just be because most people who look Darcy in the eyes are her patients, and Darcy doesn’t want to remember their faces, just in case they don’t make it through the night.
Darcy is short, even for a fox, and brushes just about 5’2”. She weighs in a 105 pounds exactly, and her body is on the lean, wiry side of average. She has quite a narrow face and an elegant snout that stops just short of being too long for her face. Her ears are neat, stubby little triangles that stick out a bit too much from the side of her head. This and her height are what she considers to be her biggest flaws, and she can be quite insecure about them. So don’t mention her ears, unless you want her to be mysteriously busy the next time somebody shoots you in the back. They flatten awkwardly against her head whenever she yawns, showing small pointed teeth that match her brilliantly white fur. Her tail is too short to brush the ground (thank the One God), but it’s not scrawny either. Her hair is almost unnoticeable unless she dyes it, which is rare.
When she just started worked for the Foundry, she’d worn proper scrubs and everything. But now, one year on, they were too dirty and she’d no way of getting any more, so she just worked in the same clothes as she normally wore. This is normally a hoodie and jeans, and the jeans tend to have rips or tears in them, a testament to her sparring to keep her skills sharp. She keeps hoods up most of the time: her ears get really cold. Most of her hoodies are grey or black, but never white. She gets enough of that colour every day, thank you very much.
Background:Compared to the other Foundry members, Darcy had a quiet, peaceful existence in her younger years. She was always a sulky child, and made few friends, though she was content with just being alone. She did have a few close friends, but other than that she was lonely. She was an only child by two Arctic Fox immigrants in East Lucent, and she was teased persistently for not looking like the other red foxes. She hates most red foxes with passion for this, though she can get past the prejudice if they prove to her that her looks don’t matter to them. She had a few relationships through high school, though none of them serious and none of them lasting.
She’d always known that she wanted to be a doctor, but it took a bit of hard work for people to accept her for who she was. She began working in the hospital when she was 21, and had a good reputation for being a good doctor who did her job properly, despite having questionable bedside manner. She worked on a children’s ward for a year, which affected her deeply, seeing small people so ill, so neglected. She requested to be transferred to the emergency ward after that.
Her connection with the Foundry started with one fur, a male cat, being brought in after suffering a very deep gash in his chest. Nobody knew who he was, but nobody wanted him to die in the corridors, so Darcy was called in to take care of him. He was unconscious already, but she knock him out and began sewing up his gash. Mid-stitch, two Angels burst into her theatre and began to take away her patient. She protested: she nearly protested violently, but one of the Angels caught her and pulled her arm up behind her back, almost breaking it. She was lucky that she wasn’t killed for resisting them, which she realises.
They didn’t harm her physically, other than her bruised arm, but her reputation was ruined. There were rumours that Darcy was anti-council, which were swiftly investigated and found not to be true. She was nearly committed to a psychiatric ward, but again she escaped the punishment. She imagines the Angels so smug, knowing what they have done to her. She raged privately at them for months, until she discovered the existence of the Foundry. Now, she has worked her way back up to junior doctor in the emergency room, and any injured Foundry members are brought to her through the back doors of the hospital, and she treats them in a ward abandoned long ago that the Foundry have helped her to fix up. This is her role in Adeline’s organisation, and she also helps out in fights, if she’d needed.
Password? Radioactive-a-go-go (well, I added the a-go-go part, but...)
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