Name: Carson “Doc” Everett
Blood Type: “A” Positive
Appearance: Carson is a tall man of six feet and two inches. He has a medium sized build with broad shoulders and normal proportions. His hair is shorn, dark black in color with traces of premature gray on his sideburns and small pockets of gray situated at random intervals across his head. His eyes match his elderly-before-his-time hair. Round, full eyes colored a deep blue/green/gray ocean-y hue, with a piercing stare if looked at in the right light – his eyes are one of the most prominent features of his face. Given his background, he has never quite lost the “Marine” standard- He keeps his hair trimmed and short, stands tall, shoulders squared. A light tan lingers on his skin. His voice is level and normal- not too high and not too deep. He keeps himself very neatly groomed, always wanting to keep a ‘clean’ ambiance about him. Carson has a bullet wound on his right shoulder from a wound long past, and a scar covering from his left shoulder to his right hip. The Rod of Asclepius is tattooed in the middle of his chest.
Personality: Carson attempts to treat everyone the same. In the world of medicine, people are people- and he keeps it that way. No matter what, Carson jokes; it’s his stress reliever. If he can’t laugh, something is detrimentally wrong, as Carson tries to find humor in most any situation. Known to have a knack for wit and sarcasm, his mouth has been, many a times, cause for getting in trouble. While not anti-social, Carson is a man who will sit back and observe before jumping to any conclusions engaging in any serious dialogue with people. He has an enormous amount of loyalty for friends and those he respects. ( I typically try and make personalities short or vague as I like to have them develop in the RP on a situation-by-situation basis as he meets different people; if that’s all the same to you, of course.)
History: Carson was born into a very well off family. In fact, well off might be an over-statement. His mother, Julianna Everett, was the CEO of a pharmaceutical company located in the midwest, and his Father, James Everett, owned the third largest petroleum company in Texas. To say the Everett family was set for life didn’t even begin to describe the family’s situation. As such, the Everett’s wanted the very best for their only child, Carson. He was given the best of everything: Medical care, education, clothes, entertainment, cars, food, everything under the sun was at his finger-tips; figuratively. And Carson hated it. Always having the rebellious gene in his body, coupled with his parents either being on business trips, VERY long conference meetings, or otherwise preoccupied with making millions of dollars, Carson had a lot of time on his hands to get into trouble and figure things out on his own.
A long history of altercations with other kids and life-changing experiences that everyone goes through during childhood, Carson knew what he wanted to do. His parents, of course, wanted him to go to college, pristine ivy league, top-of-the-line colleges that would make any resume look like metaphorical gold. Carson appeased his parents and told his parents that of course he would go to college and would apply to every Ivy League school in the book. That seemed to have shut them up.
At the age of eighteen, the exact day, Carson opened the door to the local Navy recruiter and set up his post-High School plan. In the next few weeks that followed, he had the papers all signed and preparations made. He was the newest Navy Hospital Corpsman recruit of the U.S Navy. One day, he just upped and left it all. He didn’t tell his parents where he was going, his friends, the butler- none of them. He just packed a bag and left to the Great Lakes for Basic. Carson was essentially looking for a way out, a means to escape from the life he disliked, the house he hated, and the family he despised. Carson quickly developed a sense of working for himself and becoming a man, and the Navy taught him that. Carson flew through Basic and “A” school, making a name for himself in the Navy and settling him on his career path.
After graduating “A” school, Carson signed up for Fleet Medical Service School(FMSS). From there on out, he served distinctly with honor, in the Fleet Marine Force for three years, having several deployments in major hotspots. This is where Carson earned his title “Doc”. After serving on the green side of the Navy, Carson decided he wanted something different, but he still wanted to help people. Long gone was the string of rebellion, and what replaced it was unwavering loyalty to the service, and his fellow service members. Carson, at the age of 22, was off to San Diego, California, Naval Medical Center and became a surgical technician(Not a surgeon, but helped during surgeries.) After another two years, Carson was honorably discharged from the Navy. Carson never lost his drive to help and save others and thus found employment as an EMT-Paramedic, applying his knowledge of military medicine to the civilian world.
-Basic Naval/USMC infantry tactics
-Basic firearm training
-Strong knowledge of the human body, sicknesses, ailments, poisons, diseases and the respective cures
-Advanced First Aid
-Strong understanding of Emergency Medical techniques, operations, and skills
Attire: Typically seen in a medical scrub, or his trousers and an EMT/Blue shirt.
Personal Equipment List:
-Naval Digital NWU(Digital camouflage) trousers
-Several pairs of surgical/medical scrubs
-Matte black Remington 700P chambered in 7mm Remington Magnum with a Leupold Mark IV M3 10x40mm telescopic sight mounted on the top of the rifle.
-Sig Sauer P226 chambered in .40S&W
-100 7MMRM bullets for the rifle, and several magazines for the handgun, totaling three magazines and 250 .40S&W bullets for the P226
-An advanced first aid kit
-A six inch Microtech serrated switch-blade
-Surgical bag filled with various surgical equipment, including advanced medicines, scalpels and other instruments, stethoscope, gauze, bandages, and surgical tape
-Another surgical bag filled with a mixture of medicines ranging from Tylenol to Vicodin to anti-depressants and antacid tablets.
-His main backpack filled with his clothing, toiletries, extra t-shirts and under garments, two bags of beef jerky, trail mix, a few bottles of water, a compass, basic survival tools, and any other tools necessary to help perform his job parameters. This is also where his ammunition is stored. Hidden within the backpack is a flask filled with any type of alcohol on hand.
-Gets things done no matter what; good work ethic
-Calm, cool, and collect
-Arrogant at times
-Gets nervous around people
Fears: Carson has a few fears that inhibit his ability to effectively situate himself with the current predicaments.
-The fear of being alone. Despite being inclined to being quiet around people he doesn’t know, Carson is terrified of being alone. He fears that with what is happening in the world, people don’t know how to take care of themselves and sooner or later he will be left alone in the world with no one to talk to or share life with.
-The fear of intimacy. He has an unwillingness to let others get ‘too’ close, and chooses to seal off certain aspects of his life, such as his parents and some events that occurred to him in the Military.
Hobbies: Carson was an avid fisher and hunter in his childhood and often target practiced with various rifles and shotguns. Among his hunting and fishing, Carson thoroughly enjoyed classical music, plays any game(Be it poker, scrabble, or strip monopoly), and cooking.
Quirks: Carson is a pseudo OCD victim. Things have to be level and straight, clean and tidy, and especially in order. Despises even numbers. He is often seen tapping his foot or having to move in some way or fashion. Looks over his shoulder in a paranoid fashion more than the average person.
Vices: Along with his slight arrogance vice, Carson picked up the habit of drinking while in the Navy. While he claims he carries alcohol around as it has medicinal purposes, or sometimes it steadies his hands and nerves, he actually carries it about to relieve stress and tensions of his life.
Miscellaneous: Never travels anywhere without an Ace of Spades playing card.
Favorite Fruit: Tomato. Yes. It’s a fruit.
(If anything is amok or needs to changed, just let me know. ^^