Post by ZACHARIAH BLAKE JONES on Dec 13, 2012 5:38:57 GMT
ZACHARIAH BLAKE JONES
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FULL NAME: Zachariah Blake Jones
NICK NAMES: He doesn't like nicknames; Zach is reserved for only one person, the most he can handle nickname wise is Doc
AGE AND BIRTH DATE: 27, 21 October 1985
SEXUALITY: Homosexual
NATIONALITY: Welsh
MEMBER GROUP:Medic
STYLE AND APPEARANCE
HAIR COLOUR AND STYLE: Zachariah's hair is dark brown, borderline black, he used to keep it very short cut, though it's gotten a bit longer now.
EYE COLOUR: Dark Brown
BUILD: Athletic, he's always been careful to keep himself healthy, and in good shape, so he's well toned.
HEIGHT AND WEIGHT: 5' 10". 11.5 Stone.
TATTOOS: None.
PIERCINGS: None.
SCARS: A scar diagonally across his left wrist where he dropped and caught a scalpel. A scar on his abdomen from an incident with a patient, that ended with him getting stabbed.
ANYTHING ELSE: As of late he always has a bit of a scraggy growth on his face from not having much time to shave, and he has slightly visible rings under his eyes from exhaustion and stress.
OVERALL APPEARANCE: Zachariah is, and has always been a well dressed man, thankfully he managed to save a bag of his own clothing from the hospital when he left, so he's typically seen in scrubs, jeans and an oversize jumper, or some nice trousers and a dress shirt, though they all are starting to appear a touch worn. He's always been a bit stiff and it's reflected in his clothing, the jeans and jumper have always been a favorite of his for rainy days spent reading and relaxing, though now it's more or less when he's not working and in private. Still even though the times have gotten harder, he believes in looking well kept and tidy as possible.
His hair used to be shorter, though it's grown out a bit lately, and as of late it's gotten a bit poofier due to his constant running his fingers through his hair. Dark eyes have the slightest rings beneath them from his exhaustion and stress. He has a well formed nose, and lips, though lately his lips have been a bit chapped, and he's been biting at them. He's gotten a bit of facial hair, though he does do his best to keep it under control. If one stands near him, you might realize he stands ramrod straight, posture being utterly important to him, and it's reflected in how he stands, in an almost military-esque posture.
He's not an exceptionally tall gentleman, but his posture sometimes gives him the illusion that he is taller than he is, mixed with his slim, toned body, he's a man of decent stature and size, well toned, due to a carefully maintained health and workout regiment, though as of late it's less maintained. His expression is typically pretty inexpressive, except his eyes which are prone to giving him away, but occasionally, when he smiles, his whole face lights up.
GETTING TO KNOW YOU
LIKES:
- Books
- School
- Guys
- Sweets
- Cooking
- Helping
- Animals [particularly cats]
- Rainy Days
- Classical Music
- Running
- Plants
- Reading
- Drawing
- Children
- Silence
DISLIKES:
- Arrogance
- Strangers
- Zombies
- Laziness
- Useless individuals
- Heat
- Incompetence
- Loudness
- Incessant Chatter
- Weapons
STRENGTHS:
- His ER/Medical Training
- Great under pressure
- Intelligent
- Stubborn
- Patient
- Slow to Anger
- Good with children
WEAKNESSES:
- Lousy people/social skills
- Reclusive
- OCD [not horribly so, but rather so]
- Blunt
- Stubborn
- Romantic
- Quiet
SECRETS:
- He gave a young woman a way to kill herself when this mess first began, something that weighs heavily on him still.
- Zachariah is slowly finding himself falling apart, with the loss of most of his family [even though he was estranged from them], and everything he's ever known, he's pushing himself further and further.
FEARS:
- The complete and utter loss of everything he holds dear.
- Finding out that the one sister he hasn't had confirmed dead is in fact dead.
- Dying utterly alone.
GOALS:
- To survive and help people as long as possible.
- To someday fall in love again.
QUIRKS:
- He constantly runs his hands through his hair.
- He bites his lip when thinking.
HABITS:
- He usually can be found with some sort of sweet to counteract the fact he used to smoke.
- He will compulsively organize things by height, in groups of three, and wash his hands constantly.
OVERALL PERSONALITY:
Zachariah is a quiet, reclusive individual, he's always been very shy and extremely socially awkward. He's always had the exterior of a quiet studious individual, probably the consequences of having grown up with four older sisters. He's a very serious individual and has been ever since he was a child, when he told his mother his name was Zachariah, and if she'd wanted to call him Zach, she should have named him that. His family was a fairly close minded family, but from the time he was very very young he knew that he was in fact gay, and very interested in men and men only. He also knew his family were never going to accept it, so he did do his best to keep it quiet growing up. He's not a particularly talkative person, in fact he doesn't talk very much at all, he's rather prone to mostly monosyllabic responses. He will never comprehend cultural references; they will go straight over his head, and he'll cock his head slightly to the side and a fix you with a rather puzzled look. He has a tendency to be a bit oblivious to what is considered obvious.
Despite all that, he is really very intelligent, so much so he did manage to advance through school rather quickly. He's a very stubborn individual, but not in a loud bull headed sort of way, he'll stubbornly stick with what he believes is correct no matter what. Zachariah is a very practical young man, very much a waste-not want-not sort of person. He's a methodical individual, and that will be most obvious if you ever watch him at work, he has an uncanny ability to tune absolutely everything out and focus on the task at hand, figure out the most effective method of treatment and carry through with it. There are some slight ocd tendencies that will make themselves obvious from time to time, like the way he lines things up from largest to smallest, grouped by threes, and the way his space is ridiculously neat.
If there is one thing that he's gotten from his parents it's his manners, and his gentlemanly ways. Zachariah has a very dry wit and sense of humor. You will find that he's not one to show how he's feeling, he's pretty good at masking his emotions, so it's rare that he will smile, but when he does it really does light up his whole face.Though you will find that he can be a bit pessimistic, and fatalistic, some would even go as far as to say unemotional and distant. In a nutshell Zachariah is a practical, prudent, disciplined, patient, careful and reserved individual a good combination for a doctor all in all. He's really quite clever too, so while he's not much of a fighter, he is a survivor, and when I say he's not much of a fighter, the right word really would be pacifistic, he really doesn't believe in causing harm, some might call this foolish, but to them he'll just point out that he is in fact a doctor.
EXPLAIN YOURSELF
HOME TOWN: Cardiff
WHERE WERE YOU?: London, working in the ER
WHERE ARE YOU NOW?: Safe Lands.
PARENTS:
Katherine Jones, 58, Teacher, Haven't spoken in years, Deceased
Blake Jones, 60, Pub Owner, Distinct Hatred, Deceased
SIBLINGS:
Gabrielle, 36, Nurse, Close, Unknown
Michelle, 34, Teacher, Distant, Deceased
Caitlyn, 32, Flourist, Strained, Deceased
Lucy, 29, Actress, Close, Decased
ANYONE ELSE?:
Noah Felix Gee, Former Love
PETS:
Cat - Panther, Percival, and G, all deceased
COMPLETE HISTORY:
Blake Jones was a military man who fell in love with a young beautiful teacher named Katherine, the two married, and settled down. Blake began working at the bar he'd soon come to own, then they had their first baby, a gorgeous girl, who they named Gabrielle, they doted on her and when two years later they had a another girl they were just as thrilled. This one they named Michelle, and Blake was more than content to have plenty of Daddy's little girls , but he did want a little boy to take after him. However, two years later, they were blessed with a third girl, this one Caitlyn after Katherine's mother. Three years later, when Blake took over the bar, they had their forth child, Lucy. After that they figured the should probably stop at four girls, since it seemed that was all they were going to have. However two years later they were surprised to discover they'd finally been blessed with a little boy, who they named Zachariah after Blake's grandfather.
Zachariah was spoiled by this four older sisters, the oldest of them, Gabrielle, was 9 years old, and an independent and rebellious young girl already. Nine years old, and she was enchanted by her little brother. Growing up Zachariah was well supported by his oldest sister, which was good, because it soon became apparent that he wasn't going to be the son his father always wanted. Preferring reading and schooling, over his father's militaristic command and sports, not to mention he had no interest in violence like other boys his age. There were several times his father called him defective, and he wouldn't be the last person to do so. Growing up in the shadow of his sisters, he preferred to quietly sit and observe, to read, to learn. That and he quickly learned that he would never get a word in edgewise, so it was better not to even try. He was nine when his oldest sister left their house after a fight with their parents, he'd never learned what the fight was about, both his parents and sister refusing to talk about it.
With the loss of his trouble causing sister, the house got a great deal more quiet, soon Michelle moved out following in their mother's footsteps, and then Caitlyn was gone in pursuit of her own dreams. Then it was only Lucy and Zachariah, 15 and 13, the two grew closer during their years in the house, Lucy too left the house in an uproar, when she left, she left to become an actress of all things, that left, for the first time in Zachariah's 16 years, him alone with his parents. And they really had nothing in common, it was when Zachariah was seventeen than he came out, unable to hide the fact he was gay any longer. His family accepted it just like he assumed they would, his father refused to speak to him, his mother remained in denial, two of his sisters never spoke to him again, and Gabrielle and Lucy were indifferent, in fact both had suspected. Luckily it wasn't much longer before he was able to move out of the house.
Soon he began his pursuit in a medical career, something he'd always been interested in, especially with his interest in science and math. His teachers had recommended it and it wasn't long before he was enchanted with the idea. He moved to Ireland, and then studied hard, managing to be in the top percentile of his class. He focused mostly on school, and then one day, when he was out of classes for the day and he was 21, he met an absolutely charming young man, Noah, and he feel head over heels for the boy in no time. He was the first person to ever really get away with calling Zachariah, Zach, and when he refused to go public with their developing relationship, Zachariah was devastated. Realizing their relationship was going to go no where now, he ended it. And threw himself back into his studies, managing to finish his pre-clincal work in a year. After that he left Ireland, and headed to London, where he did his Clinical Years.
At twenty three he was finally on his way to becoming a doctor; starting his residency at a different London Hospital, three years of hard work, exhausting hours, and never getting any real rest, he'd finally finished his residency and was considered a full Emergency Medicine Doctor. He'd just begun working full time, and tentatively stepping into social situation, seeing if he could find someone new, when things slowly began to go to hell. When the first infected patients began attacking people in the hospitals everything rapidly went to hell, luckily they were all evacuated and the the hospital boarded all up. He'd managed to make it out, and even with his bag that was always in his locker filled with some of his personal items. After that is was some wasted efforts to help where he could, before eventually making his way out to the safe lands.
BEHIND THE SCREEN
ALIAS: Jo
AGE: 21.
TIME ZONE: EST
ROLEPLAYING EXPERIENCE: 10 years
AVERAGE WORD LENGTH: 500+
ROLEPLAY SAMPLE:
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Today was an up day, that was good, her up phase had lasted a few days now, and she was happy, her up phases were far easier to deal with her down phases, and because of her good mood she'd been allowed to wander outside for a while. And standing outside in a simple white bohemian dress, a black hoodie the only thing keeping her warm, she took a deep breathe in, the cool air felt good in her lungs. She thrived in the cooler weather, she'd grown up in a very warm place for the most part, but the night's there had been cold, and she'd loved them far more than the heat of the days.
Her bare feet were cold as she walked in the grass, enjoying the feel of the grass covered with frost, she beamed brightly as walked, a skip in her step, twirling she stretched out her arms and just spun, giggling childlike. What was it about the freedom of the outdoors that put her in such a phenomenal mood? Probably thanks to her extreme claustrophobia, being trapped indoors for such long periods of time just made her restless, and eventually ended with her practically catatonic or having a panic attack.
Though... it was worse when she spent times in isolation or in her room for too long. The medications were helping with that, so there were some good things. Thank goodness for small miracles she supposed. Standing on her tip-toes, she shut her eyes and listened, where to go and what to do while she was out and about here? Krisalyn tilted her head from side to side, curiously debating where to go to day. She had a small paperback book crammed in to her hoodie's pocket. For half a second she pondered maybe going and sitting in a tree somewhere... but then again, the last time she'd done that, she'd gotten in trouble with a guard since because of her bi-polar disorder they were perpetually worried about her attempting suicide... again.
Her scars along her wrists and along her inner thighs ached at the thought of them, but even those ... less than stellar memories couldn't bring her down from her bodies chemically induced high. She was on day three of her switch back to her 'manic' phase, and slowly she was already gaining back some of the weight that she had lost in her depressive phase. She had a horrible tendency not to eat while she was on a downward spiral. The thought of that reminded her that she'd smuggled out some snacks from the cafeteria, and pulling a poptart she'd gotten from goodness only knows where, she nibbled on it as she walked, approaching running water, her head tilting to the side. Stepping down to the shallow end of the water, she gasped at its temperature. It was ice cold! Though she adapted quickly, continuing to nibble on her poptart, she tilted her head, had she heard a voice?
Perhaps someone else was wandering about here? Climbing out of the ankle deep water, she shivered at the breeze, goodness it was a bit chilly once she'd gotten out of the water. Still, it really didn't faze her all that much. Making her way along the creek, her hair hanging freely around her features, gray eyes sparkling with life. There was someone else out here! Intriguing... though while excited by the thought of a new friend, even her medication wasn't strong enough to destroy the feelings of lingering nervousness that came with chatting to new people. Peeking shyly around the tree she bit her lip nervously, poptart still in one hand. "H-hello there?"
CREDITS
This application was made by Kat, the admin, for London's Fallen. Stealing or adapting in any way will result in frowny faces and tutting.