Post by Dr. Victor Whale on Jun 22, 2015 16:39:48 GMT
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.:Name:. Victor Whale
.:Nick Name:. Victor Frankenstein
.:Affiliation:. None
.:Status:. Nobility
.:Story:. Frankenstein| ~ • ~ | Appearance | ~ • ~ |
.:Physical Appearance:. Victor has blond hair, blue eyes, and light colored skin. He has a regular build and dresses in a rather sophisticated manner. At work, he is clad in his white lab coat with a stethescope around his neck and a suit and tie underneath. Outside of work, he maintains a well put together appearance and professional look.
.:Height:. 6"
.:Portrayed by:. David Anders| ~ • ~ | Personality | ~ • ~ |
.:Personality:. Whale is a fairly respectful, extremely well educated individual which is reflected in his speech and overall demeanor. He is a hard worker, spending most of his time at the hospital and performing his job to the best of his ability . . . well, most of the time. He does tend to have moments of instability where he questions his capabilities and wonders if he's doing more harm than good. Such mindsets even once led him to nearly commit suicide but was saved and after a heart to heart, he changed his mindset. He tends to keep things very casual and is very calm and composed, even -- especially -- during moments of high crisis. He is rational when it comes to his job as a doctor, though can be irrational when it comes to his scientific experiments.
.:Strengths:. Extremely intelligent, well versed in nearly all aspects of medicine deeming him a highly skilled doctor -- appears to be one of the only ones, skilled scientist and highly knowledgable in the subject
.:Weaknesses:. His insecurities, lack of acceptance by his father, his mental instability at times| ~ • ~ | History | ~ • ~ |
.:Birthplace:. Land Without Color
.:Family:. Alphonse Frankenstein [father: deceased], Gerhardt [brother: deceasedish]
.:Occupation:. Doctor | Scientist
.:History:. Victor was born into a noble family in a land known as the Land Without Color -- a realm not well known to many. His mother passed away at a young age due to a terminal illness. It was then that Victor became obsessed with the idea of death, or more specifcally the reveral of it. He wanted to find a way to bring people back from the dead, as well as save them from dying. He then dedicated his entire life to uncovering the secret of ressurection, using his father's funding to do so. His brother on the other hand, engaged in a profession far more respected by his father which caused tension among the father and son. Victor was quite close to his brother, but Alphonse was very vocal on his preference for Gerhardt. Victor hoped that once he found a way to bring back the dead, his father would finally understand his work and praise him for it. Victor wished to make a name for himself and be remembered for centuries to come.
Part of unlocking this secret was the need of a heart, and after striking a deal with the Dark One, he had received it. Victor's first major test subject was his brother, who had tragically been shot while approaching Victor at a graveyard when the scientist was trying to dig up a body. The experiment worked . . . but no without a price. His brother was not the man he once knew, and ended up killing their father -- a death that Victor held no remorse for as Gerhardt was protecting Victor in the process. Victor kept his brother alive despite his wishes for death, as he hoped to somehow bring back his humanity and make his work a true success.
In Storybrooke, Victor works as a doctor at the hospital, able to practice all fields of medicine. He is known as the best at what he does, but he still feels the weight of his falures. It sometimes results in drinking booze on the job, or even fleeing the scene. He tries to remain focused and presentable on the outisde, but on the inside . . . well, that's an entirely different matter.| ~ • ~ | Sample Post | ~ • ~ |
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someone else dies.
someone else dies.
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Doctor Victor Whale was hiding in his office. He could hear his name being called over and over again on the system, and his pager hadn't stopped ringing. What was he doing instead? Cradling a cup of scotch, taking a sip every now and then. The overwhelming feeling of this all being too much was surfacing and he was doing all he could to make sure he didn't flee from the hospital. It wouldn't be the first time. It would just be yet another breaking point for him. The incessant calling of his name wasn't helping matters either. Yes, there was someone who needed surgery but he was tired. Not in the physical, lack of sleep kind of tired. But mentally, emotionally, psychologically exhausted. Here, he saved lives. But back in his other world . . . he destroyed them. Part of him wished he could return to see his brother, yet the other part of him felt it was safer here -- which was a rather ironic thought indeed considering all the threats that constantly befell the small town.
Knowing he couldn't avoid it forever, Whale finally rose to his feet, and popping in a mint, spraying a few spritzes of cologne on him to cover up the smell of booze. It wouldn't affect his work; he had done this enough times. He pulled on his lab coat and grabbed his pager, tucking it into his pocket. Heavily sighing, he walked right out of his little hidden room and casually made his way to where the patient was waiting. He was greeted with frantic remarks of how they had been looking for him desperately, and inquiries of where he had been. "There's no need to panic," he said nonchalantly. "I'm here now, so let's get him preppred." And that was all there was to it. This was all there was to his life now.
Doctor Victor Whale was hiding in his office. He could hear his name being called over and over again on the system, and his pager hadn't stopped ringing. What was he doing instead? Cradling a cup of scotch, taking a sip every now and then. The overwhelming feeling of this all being too much was surfacing and he was doing all he could to make sure he didn't flee from the hospital. It wouldn't be the first time. It would just be yet another breaking point for him. The incessant calling of his name wasn't helping matters either. Yes, there was someone who needed surgery but he was tired. Not in the physical, lack of sleep kind of tired. But mentally, emotionally, psychologically exhausted. Here, he saved lives. But back in his other world . . . he destroyed them. Part of him wished he could return to see his brother, yet the other part of him felt it was safer here -- which was a rather ironic thought indeed considering all the threats that constantly befell the small town.
Knowing he couldn't avoid it forever, Whale finally rose to his feet, and popping in a mint, spraying a few spritzes of cologne on him to cover up the smell of booze. It wouldn't affect his work; he had done this enough times. He pulled on his lab coat and grabbed his pager, tucking it into his pocket. Heavily sighing, he walked right out of his little hidden room and casually made his way to where the patient was waiting. He was greeted with frantic remarks of how they had been looking for him desperately, and inquiries of where he had been. "There's no need to panic," he said nonchalantly. "I'm here now, so let's get him preppred." And that was all there was to it. This was all there was to his life now.
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