Post by Lawrence Reed on Aug 10, 2011 1:47:11 GMT -6
Name. Lawrence Xander Reed
Age. Twenty-One
Sex. Male
Sexuality.Bi-sexual.
Race. Human
Occupation. Medic
Height. Five foot ten.
Weight. One forty eight lbs.
Description.
Lawrence has black short hair. His eyes are reddish brown, he's not terribly tall but in no means is he shorts. He can be seen wearing his parka and a pair of tight jeans. He never seems to over heat in his clothes. He can be seen in a tee-shirt and some shorts on the rare occasion. But this is rare.
But while he's at work he wears a pair of black slacks, a button up shirt and his lab jacket. When he's in surgery he changes into a pair of black scrubs, black gloves and a black mask. Custom made. It hides the blood stains when he does multiply operations.
Abilities.
Extremely skilled as a surgeon, maybe grotesquely so. Bad part is? He's horrible at fighting and trying to soothe people. He needs them to be put out as he works because his demure. He acts.. Freakishly excited at the sight of blood. He has no particular idea why. But he does.
He enjoys baking, but cooking? He can burn water.
Likes.
- Blood
- Warmth
- Sleeping in
- Cuddling
- Kissing
- Romantic touches.
- Tight jeans
- Chocolate
- Good music
- Hot showers
- Summer
- His pocket knife
Dislikes.
- Winter
- War
- Guns
- Fiendish behavior
- Hooks
- Bad pickup lines
- People touching his knife.
Personality.
Lawrence is very multi dimensional. One moment he can be relaxed and calm the next he can he causing havoc and scaring babies with a mere smirk. He can be very warm to those he cares about, to those he doesn't really know he has a hard time letting them into his heart. It was damaged once. It needs not be damaged again.
Once one gets to know Lawrence they will learn about his verge flamboyant attitudes and his odd touching obsession. The feeling of his hand on someone Else's body makes him feel more comfortable. Believing in spirit and other superstitious ideals.
He holds his pocket knife close to him at all times. It makes him feel safer and more comfortable with his surrounding environment. He could technically use his surgical manners to fight. But he doesn't, he hates war and whatever it has to do with.
Background.
Lawrence fended for himself from a young age. His parents were always busy, his father was out fighting. His 'mother' was a combat medic. His station was right outside of the combat zone, so it wasn't a shock when the man's hospital tent was destroyed. This broke Lawrence's father's heart. Perhaps his mind too. Being not the blood child of his father, but of his mother. He seemed to be his mirror image. His father would come home drunk, try to get Lawrence into bed with him. Believing he was his mother. Lawrence fought back with ease. Locking his father in his room, it was the best thing he could do. Soon too his father died, when he was drunk there was a raid. And rather than smartly running, he fought.
This caused Lawrence to act on his own, extremely matured for his ripe age of thirteen. Unfortunately, it never changed. It harmed him too. Giving him these weird obsessions, when he thought he was of age [Eighteen] Lawrence set out. Exploring himself, he found that he enjoyed blood was a delightful treat if you licked it off your knife, or right from some-Else's skin. Lawrence discovered, alike most the population he found men attractive.. But when the rare woman was around he was more fascinated than anything. He gave one a go. Of course it wasn't as satisfying as a man. But it had been worth a try.
Lawrence found himself following his mother's footsteps. Finding himself in doctrine training, it fed his lust for blood and his need to help people who fought like his father and for those who worked in combat hospitals like his mother. His courses were easy to him, so he felt no worry. He passed with ease, except for with one tiny exception. He was only working with major injuries. No minor, for those people would not need anesthetics. His trainer had learned through experience, Lawrence was.. Sadistic in a way. Never harming his patients, but loving the way the blood seemed the ooze from their flesh.
He now works in the medic camp, earning a healthy way. Enough to feed his obsessions while living more than comfortably.
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