Post by Zeph.Madigan on Mar 30, 2011 20:19:25 GMT -5
Name: Mr. Gaelen Zephrum Madigan (Goes by Zeph)
Date of Birth: 18th August, 1908
Place of Birth: Philadelphia, Pennsylvania; At the oldest hospital in America
Age: 36
Profession: Doctor
Appearance:
He is always found in his scrubs, even on the rare day off. But he'll defend that fact avidly by simply saying "Why wear anything else when these are so comfertible?"
Personality: Calm and content, Zeph was the top of his class in both grade school and through college. He was always well liked but far from perfect. He has never been afraid of the common dare or of getting a little scuffed up every now and then.
Blood Type: O+
Race/Special: He is a human of Fae ancestry (father’s side).
History: Zeph’s father was a doctor at the hospital across the street from his childhood home for all his professional life. He was raised like the hospital has always been run. Charity to the less fortunate and always stand up for what you believe in and those you love, but it wasn’t till his little sister was born that he really found something to do anything for. Growing up in the way he did at his father’s med classes and the Hospital like he did, it was only natural for him to become a doctor too. Zeph had to do it his own way though and is more often out of the country doing charity work or helping at whatever disaster he can find.
~Family~
Parents: Alexandria Day (poet) and Christopher Rayn (doctor) Madigan, Alive and traveling to see the world.
Sibling: Amara Deidre Madigan (Aesthete, Pre-Raphaelite)
Children: Javen Alexi (five years old and living with his mother and step-father in Georgia)
Sample Post: Her voice was clear and quiet as the sun beat on her back from the open window, making her look like an angel. Zeph smiled gently as he looked in around the corner at his sister. She was so immersed in the story she told that he walked right in to the room after a moment and walked around the room.
Her art plastered the sterile white walls and her voice told their stories in calming background noise. After a long time he turned around and noticed that her eyes were closed. A slight laugh escaped him then. Telling it to the old man by heart… So Amara.
It was then that he finally walked over to stand behind her. Zeph leaned down, his hands on her arm rests to hold himself up. “You know I’m sure he would still tell you to try and get published Little Flame.” He stepped back and laughed as his sister jumped out of her skin but only had to wait a single breath before he was engulfed in a tight hug.
Date of Birth: 18th August, 1908
Place of Birth: Philadelphia, Pennsylvania; At the oldest hospital in America
Age: 36
Profession: Doctor
Appearance:
He is always found in his scrubs, even on the rare day off. But he'll defend that fact avidly by simply saying "Why wear anything else when these are so comfertible?"
Personality: Calm and content, Zeph was the top of his class in both grade school and through college. He was always well liked but far from perfect. He has never been afraid of the common dare or of getting a little scuffed up every now and then.
Blood Type: O+
Race/Special: He is a human of Fae ancestry (father’s side).
History: Zeph’s father was a doctor at the hospital across the street from his childhood home for all his professional life. He was raised like the hospital has always been run. Charity to the less fortunate and always stand up for what you believe in and those you love, but it wasn’t till his little sister was born that he really found something to do anything for. Growing up in the way he did at his father’s med classes and the Hospital like he did, it was only natural for him to become a doctor too. Zeph had to do it his own way though and is more often out of the country doing charity work or helping at whatever disaster he can find.
~Family~
Parents: Alexandria Day (poet) and Christopher Rayn (doctor) Madigan, Alive and traveling to see the world.
Sibling: Amara Deidre Madigan (Aesthete, Pre-Raphaelite)
Children: Javen Alexi (five years old and living with his mother and step-father in Georgia)
Sample Post: Her voice was clear and quiet as the sun beat on her back from the open window, making her look like an angel. Zeph smiled gently as he looked in around the corner at his sister. She was so immersed in the story she told that he walked right in to the room after a moment and walked around the room.
Her art plastered the sterile white walls and her voice told their stories in calming background noise. After a long time he turned around and noticed that her eyes were closed. A slight laugh escaped him then. Telling it to the old man by heart… So Amara.
It was then that he finally walked over to stand behind her. Zeph leaned down, his hands on her arm rests to hold himself up. “You know I’m sure he would still tell you to try and get published Little Flame.” He stepped back and laughed as his sister jumped out of her skin but only had to wait a single breath before he was engulfed in a tight hug.
