Aislinn Rourke - CHARACTER
Apr 20, 2013 14:00:56 GMT -7
Post by Deleted on Apr 20, 2013 14:00:56 GMT -7
Aislinn Maeve Rourke
"Be they kings, or poets, or farmers,
They're a people of great worth,
They keep company wi'the angels,
And bring a bit o'heaven here to earth"
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Full Name - Aislinn Maeve Rourke
Nicknames/Alias - Mae, Linn, Red, St. Red.
Age - 26
Date of Birth - March 17th
Gender - Female.
Sexual Orientation - Heterosexual
Affiliation - Unsure.
Occupation - Doctor, Medic, unlicensed surgeon.
Play-By - Bryce Dallas Howard
Build - Short, fit, slender, feminine.
Height & Weight - 5'1, 119lbs
Hair - Mid back length, vivid red.
Eyes - Crystal Blue
Unique Features - Nothing as of yet, but she'd thinking about getting a tattoo!
Dressing Style - Examples:
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Likes - Folklore, music of any genre, the satisfaction of saving a life, the first morning's light, the smell of the sea, sailing, gardening, reading, learning new things, cooking.
Dislikes - When patients disregard her professional advice, bedrest, awkward silences, being threatened, fear, being out of control, not being taken seriously, losing a patient, not being good enough, does not cope well with failure.
Quirks/Habits - Humming, daydreaming when not working, taps nose when thinking, cleans when nervous.
Fears - A hand injury thus leaving her without the ability to operate. Becoming cold, like her father.
Secrets - If she weren't a surgeon she'd be a singer.
Strengths - Unyielding will, perfectionist, working under pressure.
Weaknesses - Somewhat OCD, a bit of a temper, trusts to easily.
Talents/Special Abilities - Trauma surgery, wonderful singing voice, fantastic cook.
Aspirations - Save as many people as her hands will alow.
Overall Personality - Aislinn is a pleasant woman, and genuinely good hearted. She shows kindness to those that many feel she shouldn't. For instance if a man were to mugg her and get hurt in the process of being disarmed she would still treat him as if he were just a regular fellow; she would give him the utmost best care she could provide. People are all good deep down, she feels, and this outlook on the world has both helped and hindered her. While it has helped her look past any deeds that might have otherwise kept her from operating on a patient who would me morally grey, it also makes her far too trusting of people who could truly harm her.
While Aislinn is most always cheery of sorts she does have a bit of a short fuse. This is usually caused by certain things like someone not heeding her medical warnings, or grave injustices to innocents. She fiercely cares for both those close to her and those she's never even met before. Aislinn is not a violent person, and couldn't harm a fly but her temper is as fiery as any red haired Irishwoman.
Aislinn is a bit of a control freak, mixed with a perfectionist. She has a slight case of OCD that is very prominent when she's nervous. She will randomly clean things that need not be cleaned and move things that had no earthly reason for being moved. She likes things in their respective place and isn't the least bit messy.
As for the opposite sex, Aislinn is usually unaware of any affect she has on men. She's polite, kind, and unendingly sweet. Any flirting is usually done on accident, and followed by a deep blush.
This section is for you to tell us about the people in your life,
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For example; full name, age(or age they died at), occupation, status(living or deceased), affiliation..etc
Father - Patrick Rourke - Alliance Surgeon and Teacher - 56
Mother - Maeve Rourke - Housewife and Chef - 53
Siblings - None.
Other Significant People - None.
Pets - Mink called Danny Boy
Your History - Aislinn Maeve Rourke was born to two loving parents on Osiris. Her father, a well known Surgeon and Medical Professor, and her mother a popular Chef. Needless to say Aislinn was born into what seemed like a family of privilege, she was expected to act as such. Still as a child the young redhead was somewhat of a trouble maker. She had an analytic mind, which fascinated her father to no end. He would often find her in his personal office, rustling through his case files and questioning what certain medical terms meant and even how he came to 'cure' them. It was apparent at such a young age that Aislinn was destined to follow her father in his long line of medical professionals.
And from the get go she worked her mind to the very core to achieve such a mantle. While other children had bedtime stories about some strapping man saving a princess Aislinn had case files and stories of her fathers heroism in the OR. Instead of dolls and make-up for her birthday her father would hand make her tools in which she could practice with, always blunt as not to inadvertently cause her harm. Her entire life was settled around the idea that she would continue the legacy of medical prowess, and Aislinn had every intention of doing so.
She showed great promise while in primary school, focused on her goal. While she did not make valedictorian she came very close. Regardless her mind could not be deterred from it's plans, and at 17 she gained a full ride to one of the prestigious universities on Osiris. Her father, who had been more than happy to fund her college education, was more than proud as she read that letter aloud.
And so began her journey.
Like any other student, she struggled here and there, always glad to have a father who had already been through the process. He helped her gain what knowledge he could and it payed off when she graduated with her BA nearly a year early. From there she entered Medical School, her determination still unyielding. And after four years of hard work and dedication she finally gained her PHD. Now as a full fledged doctor she is pushing towards becoming a surgeon in Trauma.
Luckily her father knows how eager she is to begin. Beginning in her third year of Medical School he gave her head start. As a medical professor himself it was a simple matter of gaining the right resources to properly train her. Now even as she begins her "true" surgeon path to becoming licensed she is already ahead of the course knowing far too much and having experience.
She has had to use said experience only once in a real life situation. While out with a couple of friends she and Ellen parted from the group, wanting to check the bookstore for nothing in particular. In truth, Aislinn was looking for a new romance novel to add to her bookshelves. But on their way they were cornered by a rather large man with a rather looming knife.
He demanded their money, and anything of worth on their person. But Ellen was a military official, and her training made her a fighter. She tried to disarm him, but his size overwhelmed her. In the heat of their tussle he'd dropped the knife. Ellen surged for it as Aislinn was helpless to watch. Her dear friend managed to grab it and slash at him from the ground, the cool steel tearing at his inner thigh.
The blood that cascaded out of him seemed to flow like a river and Aislinn knew his femoral artery had been severed. With such a strange calm, staring potential death in the face, she spoke clearly to Ellen. Luckily she and her father had had one of their sessions today so she already had the needed supplies in their car, not even a block away. Ellen rushed to it, retrieving it as Aislinn crushed her jacket against the wound to staunch the bleeding.
It was only fifteen minutes later that the authorities arrived, the medical personnel with them astounded at her handiwork. While she had saved his life he was still going to be sent behind bars.
Her father had been so proud of her, but his lack of compassion showed every brightly as it was found that the culprit had once been in the Independent militia. His blatant disregard for human life, due to something so insignificant send her head reeling.
Now with the realization that her father is so cold inside due to something as unimportant as ones past she is searching for some kind of escape. She still fully intends to be a surgeon, to help people. But did she want to follow her father's exact footsteps? No.
Aislinn could never be that cold.
What should we call you? - Hannii
Roleplaying Experience - Too much
Where did you find us? - EVERYWHERE AND NOWHERE!!
Prove Yourself - Nope. Don't plan to! ;D Shiny.
Post Script -
Other characters - Harper Montgomery, Isi Galilahi, Siobhan Padraigin, Emery Kitaev.
How we should contact you -See Harper's App
Roleplay Example -
"What I wouldn' give fer a pint.." She muttered to herself, her crystal eyes straining from overuse. Removing the glasses she wore only after a long day of tiring surgeries, she rubbed her eyes and sighed. How many times had she read this file? Six, seven? It felt like hundreds. Still she could not shake the feeling that she was missing something. Something was right under her nose and yet it evaded her.
"How do I save ye?.." She whispered to herself, shaking her head in aggravation.
The knock on the door made her jump and she quickly looked up as it cracked open. The door inched open as a small girls face appeared. "Little lass, ye should be in bed! Whate're are you doin' runnin' about at this tyme'o night?" She asked sweetly, coming around her desk with open arms. The young child of 5 happily latched onto her doctor. This young lady, Emily, was the case file she'd been staring at for days.
She had a damaged heart valve, and they had tried to repair it. Still the young girl had problems, and the monitor that was glued to her chest was enough proof of that. No matter where Aislinn was she would know precisely how Emily's heart was beating.
"Miss Rourke, I had a nightmare.." She said softly, her chocolate brown eyes tinged in tears and redness from lack of sleep.
"Well, dahrlin', let'us see if we can't chase those dreams away, ah? Come now, I'll tell ye a story o'your choose'n." She said with a kind smile.
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