counted_stars app!

[rainlessdays]

Player Information:

Name or Handle: Nym
LJ: digthenym
Email:  GUYS YOU KNOW ALREADY GOD
AIM/ MSN / Plurk name:
Any current characters here?:
Hades, Jaina, Steve

Character Information:

Character Name: Dr. Leonard Horatio "Bones" McCoy
Age:  31
Canon:  Star Trek XI
Appearance:

Despite being in his early thirties, McCoy has the demeanor, posture and general attitude of a crotchety old man. Typically his hair is styled into a careful combover, and when he's not wearing his Starfleet uniform he generally prefers bulky, turtle-neck sweaters and something that looks like it should be ironed. There's usually a scowl or frown on his face, though sometimes they look as if they are in place to keep him from smiling. Bones has a very...exasperated air about him, usually because the people he associates with are rather exasperating.

Personality:

Outwardly, McCoy has all of the gentleness and grace of a charging bulldozer. He's cranky, caustic, a bit of a downer, and definitely more than a bit of a buzzkill. He has a very practical and pragmatic view of his surroundings and the people in said surroundings, which makes him far from hesitant to tell someone off for having their head up their ass. He's a sourpuss to most people, not exactly the most social of guys, and would rather spend an afternoon reading than going out to some damn nightclub in Iowa. He's a sixty year old man in an eighteen year old's body, and ready to tell you to get the hell off his lawn.

But the outward perceptions aren't all that make up McCoy. Underneath the attitude and sarcasm, he's a deeply compassionate man with very firm beliefs. He is something of a bleeding heart, despite his better efforts to the contrary, and would be incapable of walking away from someone who needed him-- whether it be as a healer or as a friend. A workaholic, Bones strives to make sure that everyone is up to par healthwise, and has something of a mother hen complex when dealing with people he considers to be his patients (read: everyone). If you're his friend, he may complain, but he'll go the extra mile with you and give you his best pair of shoes to boot. Canonically, this is most strongly evident with his relationship to Jim, as he constantly puts his own career on the line in order to help him out. McCoy is someone who wouldn't think twice about bending a few rules when it comes down to the line, if it means assisting those he cares for. Because of this, he is often reluctantly convinced into shenanigans or compromising situations, having something of a mild guilt complex when it comes to people who chime in for favors. It won't be done without protest, and he'll bitch about it months after the fact, but he'll do whatever it takes all the same. He's a man of his word, through and through and as honest as a situation allows him to be.

McCoy can also keep the calmer head in a situation. While he is easily persuaded by his emotions and often subjected to them, he has a very definite sense of responsibility that he is very, very reluctant to break. Mature and focused, when he's assigned to a task he's going to try his best to fulfill it to the very best of his ability. Often the straight man in a group of more rambunctious and overzealous friends, it's typically McCoy who's the one to point out the basic, ultimate truths and provide the level head to situations. He's a man who goes with his gut, and knows his gut's gonna be right.

Something of a worrywart as well, McCoy often has a mind that is constantly diagnosing and assessing the danger levels of certain situations or potential situations. He has a varied and extensive list of phobias, half of which he may or may not have made up for himself. His thinker is always on--analyzing, interpreting and hypothesizing--which makes he something close to paranoid. He knows every illness in the book, and all the possibilities of dangerous scenarios. Because of this McCoy tends to lean to the simple side of life, avoiding the thrill seeking and extreme measures that his friends are unfortunately found of. He's a man of caution, making sure all circumstances are covered and his first aid kit is fully stocked.

Background:

Right here!

Canon point:

I am taking Bones from the very end of the movie. I'm chosing this point as it will give me a little more room to be creative and continue his interactions with space environments in a super fun way /o/ YAY FUN

Also I should note that Bones is from a canonical alternate reality.

Special Abilities:

He's a doctor, damn it.

To be more specific, Bones is a highly talented and skilled doctor aboard the Enterprise, the flagship of Starfleet. He has an extensive background in anatomical and forensic pathology, as well as being educated in xenobiology, xenopathology, and general surgery and medicinal practices.

I also am going to make him Force sensitive. I think this would make sense due to his (repressed) compassionate nature as well as his 'gut instincts' which tend to get everyone out of ridiculous amounts of trouble.

Sect: Civilian, though this may change to Republic Military or Jedi

Job:

Doctor, Guy Who Keeps It Real

Samples:

First Person:

[ video ]

[a man sits up, the heel of his hand cradled against his forehead as he wipes away stray, disshelved pieces of hair. It's with a groan that he slowly shakes his head from side to side, eyes slowly opening.

And opening.

And opening.

His nostrils flare and suddenly this man looks very, very awake


And annoyed. ]

Damn it-!

[ He stands up, revealing bare chest and standard Starfleet boxers ]

-I clearly remember saying that last week was the last time that I was going to go along with your half-assed, moronic, insane ideas of what constitutes a quiet evening. Not the second to last. The last.

And now where am I? [ he doesn't wait for an  answer ] That's right, holed up in some nondescript room with no furniture but a bed and without my pants or patience yet again.

I have patients to get to today. Actual, living patients. Meaning I don't have the time to play nurse for any of your hangovers- [ groan ] or my own. You got it? This is the last straw.

[HUFF. He puts his hands on his hips and looks up at where he imagines a camera to be installed. ]

Well?

I got a busy day. Cut the crap.

Third Person:

Squarewarts log AW YEAH I'M BRINGING THEM BACK

Anything Else: