CAPTAIN DREW ALISTER, M.D.
Alright, so the last few days had not been the best Drew had lived through, but they were certainly better than living on his own, foraging for food, and searching for his husband who he had discovered to be dead. The man's shoulders were held back and his guard was up. He'd found an old punching bag which he'd set up, and he was not giving it the fight of its life, not that the object was alive, boy that'd be freaky. The army man was wearing a white tanktop, his dogtags hung loosely around his neck, and his eyes never leaving his target. Fingers curled into fists, he punched at the bag, sending it swinging back, only to give it a second with his other hand, he was on his toes, doing the boxer shuffle. "One, two." He spoke as he punched, the words correlating to the punching. He did it again, punching with his right, then with his left, and finally a hook, "One, two, three." His words were finished by a heavy breath, as he ducked and did a leg sweep, though his opponent didn't have legs to sweep.
Backing up once more and waiting for the punching bag to stop swining, he continued again. "One, one." Two right handed jabs. "One, two." A right jab and a cross jab. The punching bag was giving him a real workout, one he hadn't had in quite some time. He had never stopped practicing fighting, but having something solid to receive his punches was a lot better, though he still practiced on other things. Tree's, houses, anything he could punch. He turned to his side and kicked out, leaning in the opposite direction to balance himself, before sending a barrage of punches and kicks in the direction of his target.
He had wrapped bandages around his knuckles to keep them from getting torn up, but the impact was still hurting them, one of the bandages was staining red, but still he punched on for about half an hour, breathing heavily, jabbing, kicking, right and left hooking, a full workout. His muscles were strained towards the end, but he was glad he'd found this, with a final double jab to the punching back he took a step back, and dropped to the ground, doing pushups, it wasn't good to stop point blank, winding down was an important part of any workout. Up and down, up and down, his neck, back and legs all straight as a board as he pushed his body up, and let it slowly go back down, "Twenty." He muttered under his back, scrambling to his feet... he sort of wondered if anyone was around, maybe they'd like to spar with him. His bare arms glistened with the sweat as he stood still breathing heavily.
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She hadn't openly announced her arrival, after all the man seemed quite in his own world, working out like his life depended on it. For all she knew nowadays, it might. She got there just as he was finishing punching the bag to death, and that did prompt her to take the smallest of steps forward to make herself known, but when he dropped to the ground to do pushups as well, the blonde awkwardly smiled, going back to waiting until he finished what he was doing. Instead, deciding to try and get a read on the person she'd heard mentions of since she got here. Another medic.
She'd only wandered into St. Peters a day or two ago, on her usual trip over here every few months as she always did. Usually she'd stay as long as she felt needed, before moving on and going to where the sick and injured seemed to be in the largest supply, for whatever reason that might have lead to it. But it wasn't often that upon dropping in she heard mentions of another doctor around. It had lead to her doing a bit of investigating, which had led her here, to a muscular man doing pushups.
As she watched him for a moment, it was hard not for her from noticing blood showing the man's knuckles. He probably hadn't even noticed in the heat of his exercise, but that sure wasn't going to stop her from binding that later, if he let her. Looks like I might be cleaning up some blood on this trip after all. She didn't have much longer to think about that, because she heard him mumble something under his breath, something she was a couple yards too far away to hear, but either way he seemed a bit more conscious of his surroundings now. Mercy took another step forward, her hand on the strap of her book bag, which was over her shoulder. Consciously or not, it was somewhat close to the first aid kit that was hanging conspicuously on the side of it.
"So I came into town, and I heard rumors I wasn't the only trained medic in St. Peters. I had to go investigate for myself," she stated, tilting her head at him slightly. She seemed genuinely curious, though there was a bit of something else that lurked behind her blue eyes. She really couldn't keep herself from glancing at the blood on his hand, something close to anxiety touching her features at being in proximity of a wound and not quite having permission to do anything about it yet. Not that he probably wasn't capable himself, but still. She wanted, even needed to help. Which is why her second statement was, "Also, you may have caused yourself injury," she stated, tapping her own knuckle to indicate where it was. "I can assist you with that if you want. Also, the name I go by is Mercy." Her accent was a bit more prominent in her last statement than when she first talked, but it was definitely clear in her last couple words.
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[spoiler=Angel of mercy, how did you find me? (4/26)] GENERAL - where did you read my story?
- dr. angela zeigler 〡 mercy 〡 various nicknames derived from occupation
- cis female 〡feminine pronouns 〡 female
- thirty-seven 〡 mentally fifty-two 〡looks thirty
- currently in st. peters 〡 traveling medic 〡 no permanent alliances
RECENT HISTORY - pulled from the papers, desperate and hurting
- has been holed up in an abandoned hospital for past month
- refreshed her medical supplies
- currently visiting st. peters to determine if anyone needs medical assistance
- recent injuries: n/a
MOTIVATION - seeking a momentary fix
- locating and helping the sick and injured
- preventing situations that would lead to people getting injured, such as wars
- dreams: returning to switzerland one day 〡 for one of her experiments to work
- fears: that the world won't ever recover from the blackout 〡 death 〡 being alone forever
SOCIAL - all i wanted to say, all i wanted to do, is fall apart now
- single 〡 biromantic bisexual 〡no current romantic interests
- biological parents deceased 〡adopted father deceased
- doesn't keep friends easily due to traveling 〡 has many acquaintances
- languages: english 〡 german 〡 conversational french
- open to: old friendships 〡 new patients 〡 acquaintances 〡 enemies
TRAITS - all i wanted to feel, i wanted to love, it's all my fault now
- tropes: the medic 〡 actual pacifist 〡 team mom 〡squishy wizard
- empathetic 〡 protective 〡 selfless 〡 motherly 〡 listener 〡 optimistic 〡 hopeful
- logical 〡 scientific 〡 observant 〡 political 〡investigative 〡 wanderer 〡honest
- stressed 〡 anxious 〡 jumpy 〡 trusting 〡 flighty 〡 noncommittal 〡 distant
- complete character bio here
POSSESSIONS - a tragedy i fear
- a burnt orange backpack 〡 bright red first aid kit with a white cross
- misc. medical supplies 〡 anesthetics 〡 some common medication
- a white lab coat 〡extra hair ties 〡 misc. clothes and undergarments
- a white sweatshirt 〡 skinny jeans 〡 gold and white sneakers 〡 hair tie [equipped]
APPEARANCE - angel of mercy, how did you find me?
- blonde hair 〡 blue eyes 〡hair usually in messy ponytail or bun
- 5'7" 〡 petite 〡 not muscular
- key colors: white 〡 orange 〡 gold
- fc: natalie dormer
HEALTH - how did you pick me up again?
- physical health: 98% 〡 occasional pains in left arm from old wounds
- not physically strong 〡 squishy healer 〡 no current injuries
- mental health 54% 〡 currently very jumpy
- generalized anxiety disorder 〡 mild PTSD 〡 often suppresses negative events
INTERACTIONS - angel of mercy, how did you move me?
- physically easy 〡 mentally extremely difficult 〡 emotionally medium
- pacifist 〡 will not fight back unless under risk of death
- will only do damage she knows she can treat after after the fight
- nonviolent actions can be powerplayed
- can be kidnapped 〡 injured 〡 brought close to death
- thoughts in italics 〡 dialogue in bold
EXTRA - why am i on my feet again?
- people who know her already know her as angela or dr. zeigler
- will introduce herself as mercy to new people, usually
- snores when sleeping
- often will start conversations[/spoiler]
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[B] ooh, heaven is a place on earth
[B]trained medic
♕ fc: natalie dormer /// bio /// PM for medical assistance /// played by jade /// trained medic |
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[div style="width:500px; text-align: justify; font-size: 10pt; color: black; opacity: .8; line-spacing: 1px; font-family: times"]So maybe he went a bit overboard with training at times, alright all the time. But it really was a survival of the fittest, dog eat dog kind of world. The man licked his lips as he pushed himself to his feet, letting out a deep sigh of relief, he wasn't as young as he used to be, honestly, he was probably one of the oldest around here. As he was approached by a pretty blonde. He smiled toothily at her, and rubbed the sweating back of his neck with a equally sweaty hand. As the woman spoke his eyebrows furrowed just a touch, bleeding?
He brought his hands in front of him for inspection, and indeed there was a bit of blood trickling down his hands, mixing with the salty sweat. No wonder his knuckles were stinging. Eh, he'd take care of it later. For a doctor he was a lot less concerned with his own health than with the health of others. Wiping a bloodied hand off on his shirt, he let the sweat, mud, and blood smear over the previously white top, he then saluted the woman with a slightly less gross hand now. "Drew Alister, surgeon." The man introduced himself, still at attention, though now with his hand held forward for a shake.
He was a soldier, and a doctor... a wonderful combination. "It's... nothing." He brushed off her concern, it really was nothing, he'd been fighting for the past thirty, forty years, stopping now wasn't an option, and the small amount of blood trickling down his knuckles was nothing in comparison to the pain an opponent would feel if met with him. "Pleasure to meet you miss Mercy." Trained in medicine huh? That gave him an idea, well not gave him, he'd been mulling it over in his head for quite some time, holding off because of the amount of work it'd be.
"Trained medic huh?" He smiled, it was always good to have someone who could heal on hand.
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Mercy felt a bit more comfortable now that she was finally talking with him, just talking with someone. The strange quiet that seemed to occupy St. Peters almost as much as the people who lived here didn't do anything to help her nerves. However, she let her anxieties about her surroundings fall away as she focused on the conversation with the man in front of her. A bit of surprise flashed in her eyes at the formality of the greeting, but she didn't let herself dwell on it too long. It wasn't like she hadn't guessed him to be military, from the way her held himself and how he threw himself into exercise.
As he saluted her, a quizzical look touched her eyes as she responded, "At ease, Dr. Alister," she responded, still moving forward and shaking the hand he offered her, making sure to not touch any fresh wounds. However, he wasn't getting away that easily from the younger medic. Instead of pulling away after the handshake, she carefully flipped his hand over, glancing up at him before glancing at the slight injury. It was something that she could easily put some disinfectant and wrap with a bandage, however she wasn't going to start pulling out her medical supplies without permission first. "And no amount of training and exercise can train you to fight an infection that an open, untreated wound might grant you," she added, smiling a bit as she said this. It was then she let go of his hand, taking a step back.
"It's lovely to meet you as well. Running into others who have some variety of medical experience is quite unusual, especially around here." After all, many of those who had medical experience back before the Blackout weren't around anymore, or they'd found some place to hide that she didn't know about yet. She nodded at the question, giving him a bit of background into how she'd ended up here. "Well, as formal of training as one can receive after the Blackout. I was an apprentice of sorts under a doctor for 11 years. Ever since I have been doing the best I can to reach and help as many as possible." There was probably a better way of explaining what she did, a way where she could go into more detail, but nothing came to her mind at the moment. Also many, many little details that she tried to forget most of the time. But she didn't want to bore him.
"I usually don't stay in one place for too long, but I usually find myself in St. Peters once every few months." As she spoke, she shrugged her book bag off her shoulder, unzipping it and pulling out a roll of clean bandages and a fresh bottle of antiseptic that she'd only just gotten from the last location she'd been at before St. Peters, an abandoned hospital.
[div style=" width: 450px; height:30px; background-image:url(http://media.giphy.com/media/FnVl6WOAjifBK/giphy.gif); background-position: center;"][color=transparent]© jade
[spoiler=Angel of mercy, how did you find me? (4/26)] GENERAL - where did you read my story?
- dr. angela zeigler 〡 mercy 〡 various nicknames derived from occupation
- cis female 〡feminine pronouns 〡 female
- thirty-seven 〡 mentally fifty-two 〡looks thirty
- currently in st. peters 〡 traveling medic 〡 no permanent alliances
RECENT HISTORY - pulled from the papers, desperate and hurting
- has been holed up in an abandoned hospital for past month
- refreshed her medical supplies
- currently visiting st. peters to determine if anyone needs medical assistance
- recent injuries: n/a
MOTIVATION - seeking a momentary fix
- locating and helping the sick and injured
- preventing situations that would lead to people getting injured, such as wars
- dreams: returning to switzerland one day 〡 for one of her experiments to work
- fears: that the world won't ever recover from the blackout 〡 death 〡 being alone forever
SOCIAL - all i wanted to say, all i wanted to do, is fall apart now
- single 〡 biromantic bisexual 〡no current romantic interests
- biological parents deceased 〡adopted father deceased
- doesn't keep friends easily due to traveling 〡 has many acquaintances
- languages: english 〡 german 〡 conversational french
- open to: old friendships 〡 new patients 〡 acquaintances 〡 enemies
TRAITS - all i wanted to feel, i wanted to love, it's all my fault now
- tropes: the medic 〡 actual pacifist 〡 team mom 〡squishy wizard
- empathetic 〡 protective 〡 selfless 〡 motherly 〡 listener 〡 optimistic 〡 hopeful
- logical 〡 scientific 〡 observant 〡 political 〡investigative 〡 wanderer 〡honest
- stressed 〡 anxious 〡 jumpy 〡 trusting 〡 flighty 〡 noncommittal 〡 distant
- complete character bio here
POSSESSIONS - a tragedy i fear
- a burnt orange backpack 〡 bright red first aid kit with a white cross
- misc. medical supplies 〡 anesthetics 〡 some common medication
- a white lab coat 〡extra hair ties 〡 misc. clothes and undergarments
- a white sweatshirt 〡 skinny jeans 〡 gold and white sneakers 〡 hair tie [equipped]
APPEARANCE - angel of mercy, how did you find me?
- blonde hair 〡 blue eyes 〡hair usually in messy ponytail or bun
- 5'7" 〡 petite 〡 not muscular
- key colors: white 〡 orange 〡 gold
- fc: natalie dormer
HEALTH - how did you pick me up again?
- physical health: 98% 〡 occasional pains in left arm from old wounds
- not physically strong 〡 squishy healer 〡 no current injuries
- mental health 54% 〡 currently very jumpy
- generalized anxiety disorder 〡 mild PTSD 〡 often suppresses negative events
INTERACTIONS - angel of mercy, how did you move me?
- physically easy 〡 mentally extremely difficult 〡 emotionally medium
- pacifist 〡 will not fight back unless under risk of death
- will only do damage she knows she can treat after after the fight
- nonviolent actions can be powerplayed
- can be kidnapped 〡 injured 〡 brought close to death
- thoughts in italics 〡 dialogue in bold
EXTRA - why am i on my feet again?
- people who know her already know her as angela or dr. zeigler
- will introduce herself as mercy to new people, usually
- snores when sleeping
- often will start conversations[/spoiler]
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[B] ooh, heaven is a place on earth
[B]trained medic
♕ fc: natalie dormer /// bio /// PM for medical assistance /// played by jade /// trained medic |
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