18-12-2016, 05:44 PM
Name: Morgan Chelsea Roe
Sex: Female
Title: Doctor
Height: 68 Inches / 173 Centimeters
Weight: 150 lbs / 68 kg
Hair / Eye: Black (Straight) / Light Blue
Age: 22
Description:
Morgan is slightly tall for a woman, but not particularly so, and has a rather healthy average weight to her. She doesn’t often miss meals thanks to her expertise in a well paid profession, but is known to do light exercise and eat rather healthy. She has a rather ordinary appearance, with an average body shape and straight shoulder length hair that is usually well kept and tied back. Her skin is notably healthy and soft, left rather pale due to the majority of her work being done indoors, but her steady hands are rather willowy and have notable definition to each finger. Her eyes are typically rather narrowed with a resting expression of mild frustration, and her lips are mildly full but typically deceptively pursed. She has a slight little bit of healthy extra weight around the abdomen and thighs that could easily distinguish her from the working class.
Personality:
Morgan is known to be an unsettlingly direct and intense personality. She is very diligent in her work and studies, and very straight forward in her dealings with people. She has a tendency to want to help everyone around her, and has an apparent eagerness to please and be validated, however due to her brash nature and her need for constant intellectual stimulation she can often come off as a rude or uncaring person. She has very little interest in social behavior, but she sees it as an important part of maintaining her relations with the people around her and as such can be easily - though awkwardly - pressed into social situations. She is logical to a fault, and can at times seem to have questionable moral standards as a result. Due to her obsessive and intense nature she is prone to addictions and can often be seen struggling - and sometimes failing - to avoid drinking or smoking more than occasionally, with a notable fear of trying things that she knows could prove harmfully addictive to her.
Skills:
Medicine - Advanced
Morgan has focused almost the entirety of her life on the pursuit of medical knowledge and skill. She is qualified as a surgeon and has a comprehensive understanding of the medical practices of the time period as well as an in depth knowledge of physiology. She can assess injuries, treat sickness, perform the basic surgeries allowed by the time period, conduct medical research, and grow medical herbs to refine into medicine. This is her single notable skill.
Inventory:
The clothes on her back, including her crimson cloak, and a large bag of medical supplies complete with three rolls of bandages, bandage scissors, a scalpel, bonesaw, four surgical clamps, a small ceramic mortar and pestle, a patient logbook, two different sizes of tweezers, a magnifying glass, a small pack of tongue depressors, several graphite sticks for writing, a small flask of distilled birch, several pairs of black tightly woven gloves, and a few preserved wrapped sweets for calming children (And immature adults).
Backstory:
Prelude (Part One): The Veld War
The story of Doctor Roe starts with the story of how a small band of fearless healers and people of medicine made their mark on the veld war. It was the fifth year of the war, and there was no end to the bloodshed and suffering in sight. Shortages of medical facilities near a southern region of the fighting threatened to give way to an overwhelming xitian victory as lucin healers grew to become more and more scarce on the battle lines. The mortality rate was high, even relatively small and curable injuries often led to death and few warriors injured in battle ever recovered enough to return to it.
In these times certain leading members of the alliance between the lucins and mesallians saw fit to bring together medical personnel that they could and form a brigade of non-combatant healers to tend to the wounded and get as many as they could back into the fight. By the seventh year of the war the members of this brigade were well known as the Crimson Cloaks due to the blood colored coats they wore to hide the stains. The southern front began to see a new hope as the mortality rate of the fighting slowly lessened. These Crimson Cloaks manned forward sick bays with healers, doctors, and nurses of all variety, and at the front lines the bravest of them served as medics, with the members too young to properly swing a sword serving as stretcher bearers.
Boys and girls too young to fight were often seen ducking through the battlegrounds to drag out whatever injured they could. This move would be viewed by some in the years after the war as unethical, but never truly questioned until after the savage fighting had ended and the war was over. The brigade was officially disbanded a year after the veld war’s end, and some of the leadership of the order was shunned by the public for their dogmatic practices. The war was over, and with peace had come a higher moral standard.
However, the founding members of the brigade stood unwavering against all accusations. They held to the rhetoric of a greater nobility of service, and the ultimate victory that no cost was too high for. They brought the brigade back together as a charity organization that would contribute medical personnel to any corners of the world that needed them, and take in many of the orphans of the war to afford them better lives and higher educations as nurses and doctors.
Prelude (Part Two): The Civil Wars
The Crimson Cloaks had faded into the background in the thirteen years between the Veld War and the Civil Wars. Few remembered them outside of the wounded they saved. But they had held fast to their ‘sacred duty’, and by this time they had trained many of the orphans of the Veld War into some of the finest doctors known to the realm. As war once more overtook the world, they once again stepped onto the stage, this time with much greater numbers and a new commitment, not to winning the war for the alliance.. But reducing the suffering of people on all sides of the new civil conflicts. As a civilian charity originally started by a since dissolved alliance they owed allegiance to no military or nation, and operated on any theater of war or ravaged land that they could. Many died, but the Crimson Cloaks of this generation had been raised by the order with stories of the heroism of the Veld War. They were brave and devout, and refused no call for aid. They heeded no threat of persecution for who they tended to, and saved any wounded from any nation and any race who would accept their help.
Chapter One: A Little Orphan Girl
There were many orphans of the Civil Wars, perhaps not as many as from the Veld War.. But none the less a staggering number. Morgan Roe was no exception. Her parents both fought, and both died, near the end of the civil wars in one of the last major conflicts. She was six years old. The Crimson Cloaks found her and took her in, as they had so many youths. She was rebellious at first. She missed her parents and didn’t believe that they could be truly gone from this world. She refused to let the order take her where her family couldn’t find her, but by the time she was nine years of age she grew to accept that her parents would never come back.
The Order deems a child ready to begin their medical training usually on the first autumn of the age of ten, an age ripe for maintaining knowledge. Children under ten handle various chores and are tutored in lesser required skills such as reading, writing, english comprehension, and basic maths. But Morgan was always a bright child, and her caretakers decided that she could be sent to one of the many hospitals the order maintained at only nine years of age, mere months after she had finally accepted her fate as an orphan. For the first two years she was not a particularly quick learner, and had trouble grasping the concepts of suffering and the purpose of a healer. But by the time she was twelve she had begun to grasp the importance of the order’s work and found a renewed sense of purpose. She gained a devout belief in the order and the medical profession from a much younger age than most, an age that most children care more for their friends and play than their studies.
Chapter Two: An Unhealthy Obsession
Between the ages of fourteen and sixteen Morgan had grown to be a recognized prodigy among students, achieving her status as a practicing nurse as young as the age of fifteen. Many of her tutors in the order praised her rapid advancement and diligent study, but some of her peers worried about her compulsive apparent need for learning and her unwillingness to socially engage with others of her age. Her emotional state often came into question, and those of the order who specialized in healing of the mind spoke to her in frequent counseling sessions, sometimes as often as monthly. She would not be dissuaded, and continued to study and practice all while maintaining the stance that she simply had no interest in social behavior.
She often claimed that her peers of her age were too far beneath her in their studies to be intellectually engaging in conversation. This bold attitude did not always sit well with others, and Morgan was often moved from one hospital to another because of worsening relations with her fellow students. Morgan kept her motivations well to herself. She believed that if there was a more skilled doctor present when she was orphaned, her parents may have survived. She obsessively refused to sway from her studies. She was deathly afraid of failure, of losing her patients and orphaning their children in turn.
Chapter Three: Steady Hands and Shaking Hearts
Morgan applied for evaluation for the rank of doctor at the age of seventeen. It was nothing short of an outrage for her peers and a stunning situation for her teachers. She had always been at the top of her classes and made for an excellent nurse, but it was almost completely unheard of for someone to submit a thesis, take the exams, and complete the practical evaluations at such a young age. Not even among those who were raised for such work. She completed her thesis with a focus on comprehensive examination of the causes of disease and it’s sources calling for all doctors to give an increased amount of attention to their studies of where illness comes from and how it spreads as a number one priority, above even the treatment of the illness.
The head of the hospital she worked with was appalled, and denied her application almost immediately, forbidding her from reapplying for another year. It was crushing, and she was outraged. She wasn’t seen for a week, having chosen isolation to avoid being heard speaking out against the head medical staff of the hospital. But slowly she calmed and resettled her resolve. She counted the days, continued her studies, and exactly a year later she put forth her application again. This time she was allowed to take the exams, her thesis was studied, and the practical evaluation was applied to her work. There was much hesitation among those who graded her work.. But eventually the decision was made to give her a pass.
It took her only eight months as a doctor to get so deeply under the head doctor’s skin that he had her sent away on assignment. She was sent as part of a medical detachment to the city of Provensia, which appeared to be deep in a sort of revolutionary war. There was a great deal of work for the young doctor in Provensia, and she learned through experience even more quickly than she had learned through study. After a year and some change of work in Provensia, at the age of twenty, she was promoted to Surgeon following the unfortunate deaths and disappearances of several of her superiors. She was now in charge of the rather small team of Crimson Cloaks left in Provensia.
She had steady hands and an unsettling calm in her work, and got to be rather well known for it, but she butted heads regularly with members of both the Martillo clan and the local Rebellion for regularly going to the territory of both factions to treat their wounded. Some of the Martillos wanted her to forsake the Rebellion, some of the rebels wanted her to forsake the Martillos, but both factions valued her medical assistance. It came to be a very tense time for her, as she regularly operated in make-shift wards in the territory and company of both factions.
It became very difficult for her to maintain her studies at this point, due largely to the constant movement, steady flow of work, and the numerous awkward social situations that began to present themselves. She was slowly coming out of her shell, the city had an effect on her that she had never counted on. Sometimes things were bad, sometimes they were good. She at times had the chance to enjoy the hospitality of both factions, and had to be much more social than she ever was to avoid the unfortunate ends that befell those that came before her. She danced with the rebels, dined with the Martillos, and tried to stay a friend to as many people on both sides as she could. It was a difficult and deliberate undertaking that left her exceptionally drained at the end of a day of work and social interactions.
However, in a war you can not befriend everyone. Times got tough, she had been in the city for over three years and her web of friends and enemies began to fall apart. People on both sides of the war had bones to pick with her despite her efforts. After constant pressure, Morgan allowed for a few of her closer friends on the side of the rebellion to throw her a party on her Twenty Second birthday. She invited some of her friends on both sides and tried to make it a lesson on common ground. It was likely one of the most tense and awkward parties in the history of the city, despite her best efforts to make it a good time for everyone. But there was no bloodshed, and she returned home in relative peace.
But when she had gotten back to the small flat she was living in at the time, she found the door kicked in and the room torn apart, her books all ripped and tattered, her wardrobe completely destroyed, and her furnishings smashed irreparably. It was a warning, a warning that she was no longer welcome. She left Provensia the very same night. Boarded a departing ship, and asked them to drop her some place that required a doctor.
Sex: Female
Title: Doctor
Height: 68 Inches / 173 Centimeters
Weight: 150 lbs / 68 kg
Hair / Eye: Black (Straight) / Light Blue
Age: 22
Description:
Morgan is slightly tall for a woman, but not particularly so, and has a rather healthy average weight to her. She doesn’t often miss meals thanks to her expertise in a well paid profession, but is known to do light exercise and eat rather healthy. She has a rather ordinary appearance, with an average body shape and straight shoulder length hair that is usually well kept and tied back. Her skin is notably healthy and soft, left rather pale due to the majority of her work being done indoors, but her steady hands are rather willowy and have notable definition to each finger. Her eyes are typically rather narrowed with a resting expression of mild frustration, and her lips are mildly full but typically deceptively pursed. She has a slight little bit of healthy extra weight around the abdomen and thighs that could easily distinguish her from the working class.
Personality:
Morgan is known to be an unsettlingly direct and intense personality. She is very diligent in her work and studies, and very straight forward in her dealings with people. She has a tendency to want to help everyone around her, and has an apparent eagerness to please and be validated, however due to her brash nature and her need for constant intellectual stimulation she can often come off as a rude or uncaring person. She has very little interest in social behavior, but she sees it as an important part of maintaining her relations with the people around her and as such can be easily - though awkwardly - pressed into social situations. She is logical to a fault, and can at times seem to have questionable moral standards as a result. Due to her obsessive and intense nature she is prone to addictions and can often be seen struggling - and sometimes failing - to avoid drinking or smoking more than occasionally, with a notable fear of trying things that she knows could prove harmfully addictive to her.
Skills:
Medicine - Advanced
Morgan has focused almost the entirety of her life on the pursuit of medical knowledge and skill. She is qualified as a surgeon and has a comprehensive understanding of the medical practices of the time period as well as an in depth knowledge of physiology. She can assess injuries, treat sickness, perform the basic surgeries allowed by the time period, conduct medical research, and grow medical herbs to refine into medicine. This is her single notable skill.
Inventory:
The clothes on her back, including her crimson cloak, and a large bag of medical supplies complete with three rolls of bandages, bandage scissors, a scalpel, bonesaw, four surgical clamps, a small ceramic mortar and pestle, a patient logbook, two different sizes of tweezers, a magnifying glass, a small pack of tongue depressors, several graphite sticks for writing, a small flask of distilled birch, several pairs of black tightly woven gloves, and a few preserved wrapped sweets for calming children (And immature adults).
Backstory:
Prelude (Part One): The Veld War
The story of Doctor Roe starts with the story of how a small band of fearless healers and people of medicine made their mark on the veld war. It was the fifth year of the war, and there was no end to the bloodshed and suffering in sight. Shortages of medical facilities near a southern region of the fighting threatened to give way to an overwhelming xitian victory as lucin healers grew to become more and more scarce on the battle lines. The mortality rate was high, even relatively small and curable injuries often led to death and few warriors injured in battle ever recovered enough to return to it.
In these times certain leading members of the alliance between the lucins and mesallians saw fit to bring together medical personnel that they could and form a brigade of non-combatant healers to tend to the wounded and get as many as they could back into the fight. By the seventh year of the war the members of this brigade were well known as the Crimson Cloaks due to the blood colored coats they wore to hide the stains. The southern front began to see a new hope as the mortality rate of the fighting slowly lessened. These Crimson Cloaks manned forward sick bays with healers, doctors, and nurses of all variety, and at the front lines the bravest of them served as medics, with the members too young to properly swing a sword serving as stretcher bearers.
Boys and girls too young to fight were often seen ducking through the battlegrounds to drag out whatever injured they could. This move would be viewed by some in the years after the war as unethical, but never truly questioned until after the savage fighting had ended and the war was over. The brigade was officially disbanded a year after the veld war’s end, and some of the leadership of the order was shunned by the public for their dogmatic practices. The war was over, and with peace had come a higher moral standard.
However, the founding members of the brigade stood unwavering against all accusations. They held to the rhetoric of a greater nobility of service, and the ultimate victory that no cost was too high for. They brought the brigade back together as a charity organization that would contribute medical personnel to any corners of the world that needed them, and take in many of the orphans of the war to afford them better lives and higher educations as nurses and doctors.
Prelude (Part Two): The Civil Wars
The Crimson Cloaks had faded into the background in the thirteen years between the Veld War and the Civil Wars. Few remembered them outside of the wounded they saved. But they had held fast to their ‘sacred duty’, and by this time they had trained many of the orphans of the Veld War into some of the finest doctors known to the realm. As war once more overtook the world, they once again stepped onto the stage, this time with much greater numbers and a new commitment, not to winning the war for the alliance.. But reducing the suffering of people on all sides of the new civil conflicts. As a civilian charity originally started by a since dissolved alliance they owed allegiance to no military or nation, and operated on any theater of war or ravaged land that they could. Many died, but the Crimson Cloaks of this generation had been raised by the order with stories of the heroism of the Veld War. They were brave and devout, and refused no call for aid. They heeded no threat of persecution for who they tended to, and saved any wounded from any nation and any race who would accept their help.
Chapter One: A Little Orphan Girl
There were many orphans of the Civil Wars, perhaps not as many as from the Veld War.. But none the less a staggering number. Morgan Roe was no exception. Her parents both fought, and both died, near the end of the civil wars in one of the last major conflicts. She was six years old. The Crimson Cloaks found her and took her in, as they had so many youths. She was rebellious at first. She missed her parents and didn’t believe that they could be truly gone from this world. She refused to let the order take her where her family couldn’t find her, but by the time she was nine years of age she grew to accept that her parents would never come back.
The Order deems a child ready to begin their medical training usually on the first autumn of the age of ten, an age ripe for maintaining knowledge. Children under ten handle various chores and are tutored in lesser required skills such as reading, writing, english comprehension, and basic maths. But Morgan was always a bright child, and her caretakers decided that she could be sent to one of the many hospitals the order maintained at only nine years of age, mere months after she had finally accepted her fate as an orphan. For the first two years she was not a particularly quick learner, and had trouble grasping the concepts of suffering and the purpose of a healer. But by the time she was twelve she had begun to grasp the importance of the order’s work and found a renewed sense of purpose. She gained a devout belief in the order and the medical profession from a much younger age than most, an age that most children care more for their friends and play than their studies.
Chapter Two: An Unhealthy Obsession
Between the ages of fourteen and sixteen Morgan had grown to be a recognized prodigy among students, achieving her status as a practicing nurse as young as the age of fifteen. Many of her tutors in the order praised her rapid advancement and diligent study, but some of her peers worried about her compulsive apparent need for learning and her unwillingness to socially engage with others of her age. Her emotional state often came into question, and those of the order who specialized in healing of the mind spoke to her in frequent counseling sessions, sometimes as often as monthly. She would not be dissuaded, and continued to study and practice all while maintaining the stance that she simply had no interest in social behavior.
She often claimed that her peers of her age were too far beneath her in their studies to be intellectually engaging in conversation. This bold attitude did not always sit well with others, and Morgan was often moved from one hospital to another because of worsening relations with her fellow students. Morgan kept her motivations well to herself. She believed that if there was a more skilled doctor present when she was orphaned, her parents may have survived. She obsessively refused to sway from her studies. She was deathly afraid of failure, of losing her patients and orphaning their children in turn.
Chapter Three: Steady Hands and Shaking Hearts
Morgan applied for evaluation for the rank of doctor at the age of seventeen. It was nothing short of an outrage for her peers and a stunning situation for her teachers. She had always been at the top of her classes and made for an excellent nurse, but it was almost completely unheard of for someone to submit a thesis, take the exams, and complete the practical evaluations at such a young age. Not even among those who were raised for such work. She completed her thesis with a focus on comprehensive examination of the causes of disease and it’s sources calling for all doctors to give an increased amount of attention to their studies of where illness comes from and how it spreads as a number one priority, above even the treatment of the illness.
The head of the hospital she worked with was appalled, and denied her application almost immediately, forbidding her from reapplying for another year. It was crushing, and she was outraged. She wasn’t seen for a week, having chosen isolation to avoid being heard speaking out against the head medical staff of the hospital. But slowly she calmed and resettled her resolve. She counted the days, continued her studies, and exactly a year later she put forth her application again. This time she was allowed to take the exams, her thesis was studied, and the practical evaluation was applied to her work. There was much hesitation among those who graded her work.. But eventually the decision was made to give her a pass.
It took her only eight months as a doctor to get so deeply under the head doctor’s skin that he had her sent away on assignment. She was sent as part of a medical detachment to the city of Provensia, which appeared to be deep in a sort of revolutionary war. There was a great deal of work for the young doctor in Provensia, and she learned through experience even more quickly than she had learned through study. After a year and some change of work in Provensia, at the age of twenty, she was promoted to Surgeon following the unfortunate deaths and disappearances of several of her superiors. She was now in charge of the rather small team of Crimson Cloaks left in Provensia.
She had steady hands and an unsettling calm in her work, and got to be rather well known for it, but she butted heads regularly with members of both the Martillo clan and the local Rebellion for regularly going to the territory of both factions to treat their wounded. Some of the Martillos wanted her to forsake the Rebellion, some of the rebels wanted her to forsake the Martillos, but both factions valued her medical assistance. It came to be a very tense time for her, as she regularly operated in make-shift wards in the territory and company of both factions.
It became very difficult for her to maintain her studies at this point, due largely to the constant movement, steady flow of work, and the numerous awkward social situations that began to present themselves. She was slowly coming out of her shell, the city had an effect on her that she had never counted on. Sometimes things were bad, sometimes they were good. She at times had the chance to enjoy the hospitality of both factions, and had to be much more social than she ever was to avoid the unfortunate ends that befell those that came before her. She danced with the rebels, dined with the Martillos, and tried to stay a friend to as many people on both sides as she could. It was a difficult and deliberate undertaking that left her exceptionally drained at the end of a day of work and social interactions.
However, in a war you can not befriend everyone. Times got tough, she had been in the city for over three years and her web of friends and enemies began to fall apart. People on both sides of the war had bones to pick with her despite her efforts. After constant pressure, Morgan allowed for a few of her closer friends on the side of the rebellion to throw her a party on her Twenty Second birthday. She invited some of her friends on both sides and tried to make it a lesson on common ground. It was likely one of the most tense and awkward parties in the history of the city, despite her best efforts to make it a good time for everyone. But there was no bloodshed, and she returned home in relative peace.
But when she had gotten back to the small flat she was living in at the time, she found the door kicked in and the room torn apart, her books all ripped and tattered, her wardrobe completely destroyed, and her furnishings smashed irreparably. It was a warning, a warning that she was no longer welcome. She left Provensia the very same night. Boarded a departing ship, and asked them to drop her some place that required a doctor.