Post by MORGAN SCOTCH on Feb 19, 2011 20:10:15 GMT -5
SHIFTER FORM
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[cs=3][atrb=style, width: 500px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-top: 0px, bTable][atrb=style,background: #8d8974; border: 1px solid #372d22a; padding: 10px; font-family: Helvetica; -moz-box-shadow: -1px 1px 1px #888; -webkit-box-shadow: -1px 1px 1px #888] SCOTCH, MORGAN, J. FULL NAME; Morgan Julien Scotch. ALIAS; Morgan, plain and simple. Although Dr. Scotch is used most when addressing him after all, those initials were hard earned. AGE; Twenty-six. GENDER; Male. ORIENTATION; Apparently in denial of his potential closet identity. CLASS; Genus Solidus. SHIFT SPECIES; BIRTH DATE; May 6th. GENETICS EYES; Hard flaxen. HAIR; Unearthly blond. WEIGHT; 160 lbs. HEIGHT; 6'4'' VOICE; Too sexy for this shit. FACE CLAIM; Shizuo Heiwajima, Durarara!!! DESCRIPTION; As for his own striking decorum, Morgan's manifested resilience lounges in the haunting tread of his, so concretely cultured that his doggedness placates any phantasms to harden behind shark-fed eyes - glowering with a lantern-like feel. The cruel crescent of his jowl surrenders into a roving smirk - detailed with the grimace of a deviant washed against the professional patina of his lenses perched amid the faint line of his nasal ridge. Puissant in make, a broad escarpment shadows brilliant collarbones lanced with the delicate tracings of a silver tattoo demarcating his fine flesh. The feral mantle fleshed out in earthly dusk paling in aurulent tatters, half-pinned to one side the gold stark against the conflagration licking into his hard eyes. PSYCHOLOGICAL EVALUATION LIKES; coffee, coffee. coffee and more coffee, alcohol (especially ripe Chivas scotch), aviation, star gazing, his Spitz (Jaws), inebriation, his Hummer G3, swimming, shades, glaring at students, middle of winter, sashimi, pocketing ID cards (the walls of his two bedroom flat are littered with stray pieces of identity), exercise, watching baseball, mockery, restriction, cold climates below (30 degrees), reptiles (namely serpents), teaching, snuggling, women, video games, history, libraries, smokes and lighter, dyeing his hair, playing the harmonica, his profession, pathology journals, animal sciences, all-nighters in his clinic, fixing things (it's ingrained into his mentality). DISLIKES; shopping, birds (they can fly and he can't), men (especially those rainbow ones), violence, housekeeping, immaculate conditions (have you seen his office?), stagnancy, laziness, his proclivity to fall asleep in the bath after a stressful day, unnecessary physical contact, breaking things (it happens a lot not surprisingly), traffic jams, cellphones interrupting him, atypical 'blond moments' (even though he's not naturally that color), unprofessional pissants, idiots (who stagger in expecting to get free treatment), sleepwalking, discrimination against shifters, SHIFT corps storms. STRENGTHS; academic (to an extreme), non-descript, unassuming, calm, blase, tasteful, cultured, strict, sweet, bold, literally doesn't take shit from anyone, competent, committed, adept with his fingers, stringent, meets deadlines, empathetic to a point. WEAKNESSES; devout misanthropist, carnal, short fuse, prideful, misunderstood, snappish, temper issues, workaholic, temperature dependent, impulsive, rude dialect, chronically hung over, fatally sacrificial, proclivity for out-swearing almost everything. QUIRKS; coffee is a life-sustaining fluid before seven in the morning, dozes on his back, takes a habitual smoke every three hours on the hour, a break in his routine will prompt his carnivorous nature to surface, will take his alcoholism to the grave, particularly sets his own health on the shelf to tend to others (frequently consigning eating and sleeping to oblivion) so who administers the one that administers the rest? FEARS; While being an apex predator, Morgan's own distress takes to idling as a singularity - and his bravado ultimately crushes any unsavory subversives. Conversely, the displaced recollection of his frames affronts him with ocular impartiality and secondarily, the simple cultivation and condensation of a palpable attachment remains to fetter him. GOALS; To service any and all who come through his clinic or simple passerby on his lumbering jaunt home from work; with a roguish technique whose corrosive roar is evidently more ill-mannered than finding one of his fangs. PERSONALITY; sweet, non-descript, pragmatic, intellectual, blase, carnal, honest (sparingly), ardent, enigmatic, mulish, obsessive-compulsive, organized, mechanistic, misunderstood, unassuming, solid, calculative, coy, non-discriminating (for the most part), vainglorious. CHRONOLOGICAL TIMELINE CURRENT RESIDENCE; Fleet Crescent, 118 A. CURRENT OCCUPATION; Seasoned veterinarian. HISTORY; Being morally propositioned to not only medicate the corpses that manage to clamber upon his threshold but also elucidate them - most looking like they were dragged from behind a vehicle than driven. Morgan has adopted the chronic (but much valued) label of 'veterinarian' in which all-nighters and insurmountable litres of coffee lead to the darkening rings caving under his flaxen gaze and the clipping of the shortening fuse connecting his carnal temperament. A timely scholarship outfitted him for any veterinary graduate program of his choosing - having come to his undergraduate completion by the sweat of his own brow rather than his distanced foster family. Scotch was a name he took unconditionally while working the club scene in his flashing youth where he'd always perch out on the back step among some back-water alleyway plugging his lungs up with tar as he waited for the last customer of the night to wave a finger for another drink. The shifter would take an old bottle of Chivas scotch with him, and after he'd drained it - it was ceremoniously smashed against the flat of the last patron's shoulder with a prompt Avidase. The name just stuck. After a hard-earned internship in California under the dean of the veterinary department, he finished his practicum at just under twenty four. Any brief contact with his family was negligible save for the monthly check that would arrive at their address; to wholly consumed with his burgeoning practice to even remember the basics of nutrition and sleep - a usual two hours would sustain him. Out of courtesy for an associate's wife on mat leave, Morgan readily agreed to head the clinic in her absence which to this day was two lengthy years under unheard of pretenses. Pushing past his release from the corporation into the mistreating hands of a foster family, Morgan's carved his own path giving his life to the prosperity of the clinic. |
