BigPapaBelial

The Frontier ( An anthro space western roleplay)

Will we be inflicted with kilts and bagpipes?
Will there be haggis?
Will there be whiskey?

We can only wait and see.

@Expendable

@Milkman

Lemee go find the Haggis speech, and maybe it will happen.

EDIT: I'm also going to need to make a few additions to my character sheet because this is gold

The Frontier ( An anthro space western roleplay)

@PerfectThought@Milkman

Feckin A then. Your wish is my continued joy.

*evil Scottish cackle*

The Frontier ( An anthro space western roleplay)

I do apologize folks. I was a third through my post when I just decided "feck it I'm going full Scots" and broke out Scotranslate.

Actually no I don't apologize this is going to be great. If the Scots gets to hard let me know. I'll try and make it easier.

The Frontier ( An anthro space western roleplay)

Doc Dar

"Crew to the bridge for a meeting."

That had been the request earlier. Darien had done as asked. Heading up to the bridge and parking himself at a window. He looked out and sighed, "Taxore." He said simply and as they waited for the briefing to begin he peered out the window, "Polux Base...workers revolt" He muttered as they passed over some mountains on the surface. After abit he rumbled, "And there's Tank Town 1918...Hostile take over..." He shook his head sadly. And a little while later, down below the irregular form of a Hive city can be seen on the surface, "Hive City Vorkun...Corp Inflitration." He spat to the side, then stomped on the wet spot on the deck and scrapped it clean with his boot, "Some auld lang syne ought tae bade bottled up."

He gave a sniff and turned in time to hear the beginning of the briefing. He really didn't want to look down at the planet that he'd been on a few times doing Corp dirty work. He crossed his arms and listened carefully. So the Captain had found them another job. Praise any deity who wants to listen. But then the other shoe drops. He blinks, and clears his throat, "Captain..." His slight scottish accent in evidence, "Captain, urr ye saying that oor contractor is aff tae be a gang leader sur? 'n' yin that seems tae be fairly weel-kent if he's git a moniker even?" He clears his throat, "Juist wanting tae mak' sure ah heard ye richt." He doesn't sound to be naysaying or anything, but sounds cautious. "We didnae gie muckle mynd tae gangs 'n' th' lik' back in th' asf, juist odd trying tae wrap mah heid aroond workin' wi' thaim." He shrugs, "Bit na maiter whilk wey ye cannae git rid o' me. Sae a'm in lik' Flynn."

The older feline nods then gives a shrug, all good to go either way.

The Frontier ( An anthro space western roleplay)

If this was a warship, there would also be alternative trauma stations in those sections away from sickbay, basically a wall cabinet that opens up to reveal a fold-down treatment table, with portable med gear and meds tucked on shelves on either sides of the beds, and lamps that switch to battery should power be disrupted.

The dining area would be a perfect place for one, but I suspect it's also next to both hiberation and sick bay.

Likely what's available is a large med cabinet that can be found in the cargo hold, engineering, and bridge. Near the hatch.

@Expendable

Honestly in the era this RP takes place all these points are probably standard but have varying levels. A full ship of the line warship, a Dreadnought or what have you, would be exactly how you said. But down in a 10 person independent hauler, like there to be first aid kits everywhere but all the big and intricate medical stuff is under the watchful eye of the ship doctor in the medical bay. Not to say a crew member doesn't have something stashed away. Prepare for it to get commandeered though.

The Frontier ( An anthro space western roleplay)

Medical Bay: Located just off the Hibernation Room. Domain of the Ship Doctor. For the type of ship it's very well stocked and machined. No less then three medical beds, an Auto-Doc suite for emergencies, and a medical stasis pod for the really bad cases. All stocked with medicine, and materials for many of the woes faced by spacefarers the universe over. An alcove off the main Medical Bay room doubles as a medical office and a bedroom with a arm chair, pillows and blanket for when the Doctor can't or won't be able to go to the living quarters. A comms and work station in the alcove can have it's operations transferred to the bridge if need be.

The Frontier ( An anthro space western roleplay)

Does the ship have a dedicated medbay? Just curious.

Totally agree with the supposition of employment length. Want to say Dar is a recent addition but quickly made a niche.

The Frontier ( An anthro space western roleplay)

Darien is equal parts friend, professional and psycholgist/psychiatrist for the ship most like.

Imagine he'd be everyone's straight man and friend.

Just be prepared for doctor mode to kick in.

This charrie is equal parts my real fursona and me playing healer on ff14. Worlds of fun.

The Frontier ( An anthro space western roleplay)

How we all doing folks? Good I hope.

As an aside, I fully expect the GM to slip in an attempt by the many armed forces we have on this ship to come back and try and poach them atleast once each.

The Frontier ( An anthro space western roleplay)

A Doctor

Darien Ziplon

Character summary

Name: Darien Ziplon
Aliases: Doctor Ziplon, Doc, Dar, "That Crazy Bastard down in Medical"
Age: 51
Birthday: Oct. 20
Birth planet/birthplace: The Border, Catequil Secundus, Scottish Background
Species: Bobcat Feline
Gender: Male
Role on the Dauntless: Chief Medical Officer

Appearance

Height: 5 foot 10 inches
Weight: 231 pounds
Build: Endomorphic, Powerful build, strong arms and legs with a strong grip
Eye color: Silver-Gold
Fur color: Deep Charcoal grey with light grey and white patches
Personal clothing style: Professional, favoring monochrome colors of black, white and grey, tends to be fine style, button up shirts, long sleeves, dress pants and professional style boots and shoes, likes to wear long coats. His medical outfits are colored black or grey, scrubs, lab coats and all.

When he's feeling down, particularly belligerent or just because he damn well wants too, he'll don the set of kilt and tartan of his clan. The Ziplon family having connections to old Scottish heritage. Tracing back to the MacPherson] Clan. And he'll often don the tartan and kilt when riled up or just because.

Tartan Colors

Psychology

Sexual orientation: Aromantic and Asexual Flux (Ask me if you're unsure)
Relationship status: Single, Divorced Wife, 4 kids
Personality: Gruff, too the point, professional. Former Alphabet Security Force Corpsman making him very in the moment. Trying to talk about his time in Alphabet will get your ear talked off about how he kinda misses it, the regimented schedule and all. Working Privately is okay and all, but he kinda misses the military life. He runs a tight Medical Bay, and will get in anyones face who tries to overrule his orders to any other medical staff he has on hand. "I don't try and tell you how to "role here" do I? Don't try and tell me how to keep you alive." Tends to be shouted, spittle flying if someone tries to tell him or his medical crew how to do their jobs.

Despite this, he'll be the first one to order someone to grab a fifth of scotch and join him at a table to relax. He's not mean, he's just very devoted to his calling of being a doctor.
Likes:

• A well maintained work station and lab
• Good company and good drink
• Healthy and safe friends

Dislikes:

• People who try and tell him how to do something he knows perfectly well how to do
• Someone getting hurt, be prepared to get chewed out if you hurt yourself badly
• Someone ignoring medical orders. "I told you to rest! Not pick up a 210 pound gas cylinder!"

Flaws:

• Can get super focused on a problem, real or other wise and obsess on it to his detriment
• If presented with a medical anomaly or quandary, something that doesn't make sense medically he will work until collapse to fix it or understand it
• Can fly into rants and angry torrents of word and gibberish if sufficiently angry enough about something
• Has a tendency sometimes to take to drinking when angry, or overwhelmed.

History

Background: Born and raised in the border worlds. Catequil Secundus is a pretty good place. Cities are well built, little wild west at times, old Terra movies about old urban city action is pretty much basic day to day on Catequil Secundus and the other colonies and space stations there abouts. Fun thing is you don't need a transit paper to go from surface to station most times. I mean why bother when everyone is beholden to a MegaCorp or the UNC anyway.

It's here that Darien got his start. Rough and tumble neighbourhood where everyone was either Corp, Gang or a Numberless vagabond. Blockwars happened frequently often between corps, sometimes the gangs got in it. Darien was different. He turned down every gang that tried to get his hand in. He refused every attempt. Young blood like him, be great for any gang. He worked hard, got his education, and in his college years, applied for and received a tuition with Alphabet, entering their Medical University, working to become a General Practice, and Trauma Doctor. It was a long time at the University, and a long time in hospitals and clinics until he got his Bachelors. And then Alphabet threw him a wringer. They pulled him out of his final class with 3 minutes to spare in the day, marched him into a Alphabet Security Force office, told him they had eyeballed him since he started his education and wanted him in the SF. At the time he was aan impressionable young lad. And wanted to give back to the Corp that had helped him get this far. So he signed up, and he started a new education as a field corpsman, combat medic, on the field, in the mud up to his arms in blood and guts. That's what he was told.

After another year of education and bootcamp, he joined a company, and became their corpsman. There was abit of hazing, but he earned his spot. And in his first deployment, made a name for himself. When their commanding officer for hit on the front lines during a workers rebellion. Man got hit by a round, almost took his arm off near the neck. Darien had charged out despite everything, slammed an anaesthetic hypodermic into the mans other arm then dragged him into cover, binding him up. They called him "Charger" after that. For charging into fire to safe someone.

What followed were several years of Security Force work. Rebellions, defense actions, open conflict between MegaCorps. He was on the front line when Alphabet had hit an OmniCorp stronghold with a nuclear bunkerbuster to end the conflict. And got to see it first hand. He'd later chewed out a General for putting his unit on the front and not telling them about the drop. And when the General had chewed him back it'd been interesting much later when the General had been brought into Darien's medical tent with a chest wound. It's said to this day that the screams of the general when Darien worked on him without painkillers is still ingrained in the Security Forces minds.

He started to get a little jaded and angry after that. And it took only a few more years for him to request and get his honorable discharge. He took his walking papers. A few bits from his time there, and left. Got a ship out. And somewhere along the way, got wind of the Dauntless. Recruiting or somesuch, he signed on. And made his home in the Medical Bay. And that's where this story begins...right?...Right?

Motivation: Forget and get faraway from the Alphabet controlled Border regions for a little while. But damned if he's going to try and stop being a Medic. "Motivation? I've got your motivation right here ya daft feck. You wanted a medic, and you got a medic. Don't worry about my problems. You just worry about if I can do the job, and damn it lad, I can do the job!"

Skills and talents

Space travel:

• A fair knowledge of space travel, having moved around alot with the Alphabet Security Force. Going from one hot spot to another planet side and on the colony stations
• Hasn't the first idea how to pilot anything though, or the ins and outs of an engine or the mechanical aspects of a ship.

Combat:

• A former Corpsman, means he was on the front lines with the Security Force and is no stranger to fighting.
• A steady hand with a scattergun and a pistol, ranked sixth in his unit with a handcannon
• No stranger to blood and death, having seen plenty of it after 18 years with the ASF

Utility:

• Very well educated, having the basic education, but also Masters and PHDs in Medicine, Trauma and Triage Medicine
• A fairly accomplished gardener, if he only had the room for it
• Encyclopedic knowledge of all things Medical

Other:

• A love for playing cards, Poker, 100 Points, Blackjack, but only among friends

Gear and possessions

On person:

• Alphabet Security Multi-Purpose knife
• Alphabet Munitions Division .50AE 9 round Handcannon Pistol
• Medical Bag with First Aid, Trauma and Triage materials

In quarters/storage:

• ASF Corpsman grade combat vest, no badges anymore, but it's clearly former MegaCorp gear
• Alphabet Munitions Taurus Judge Mk. 3, Yes a big revolver, that can be quickly refitted with cartridge container that can fire anything from 4 ball bird shot to big hefty Casull rounds that can bring down Terran Kodiak bears, it's not about how big it is, it's if you can touch the walls kids
• 92 heavily rusted and patina-ed dog tags, in the oval shape of the Alphabet Security Force unit style. Will get very sad and then very angry if anyone asks about these, yes he leaves them out in the open, doesn't mean he wants to talk about them.
• Tartan over cloak, kilt and bunnet cap all in his family colors.
• Set of Great Scottish Bagpipes. This is rarely brought out, because he's yet to find a time to practice that doesn't coincide with someone sleeping
• Old cook books and utensils for Scottish food. Dog earred pages for Haggis, Black Pudding and Bangers and Mash