Post by surgeon on Jun 14, 2016 15:17:28 GMT
Screen Name:
surgicalflaw
Full Name:
John William Wright
Alias(s):
The Surgeon
Age:
27
Birthplace:
Los Angeles
Years lived in Marathon:
One
Properties owned within city limits:
Beach House in South Marathon. Warehouse/Underground medical center in Mid-North Marathon.
Notable Family ( Played characters, or NPCs you utilize in your play ):
Reggie Wright [Father NPC] Billie Jean Wright [Sister NPC]
Association:
The Network/Surgeon
Weapons ( please list where they are kept as well ):
Various knives hidden on his person when in places that don't check for them. Beretta 87 Target [with permit] carried in places that allow it. Various pistols, assault riffles, bladed weapons well hidden at his warehouse and home for not so practical use.
Occupation ( or however income is gained ):
Concierge Surgeon, emergency contract with local hospitals.
Special Talents ( sports, lock picking, juggling, etc ):
Knife throwing.
Special Training ( military, fighting, medical, etc ):
Military weapons training with firearms and bladed weapons of various sorts. Sniper training. Hand to hand combat training. Surgeon. Medical training with extensive knowledge of anatomy.
Licences & Certificates:
Certified Doctor of Medicine, Licensed Surgeon and Pharmacist. Concierge Business License. Conceal Carry, Open Carry permit where allowed. Drivers Licence. Boating Licence.
Additonal images/gifs:
Optional History ( though we encourage this! ):
You know what. Fuck you, fuck this world, fuck everything. How the flying fuck do you sell your own son's life to a fuckin' criminal orginization? You don't? Well shit, that's what my piece of shit father did. When I was a kid, I never wanted to be a doctor, let alone a surgeon. I just wanted to play some sports, fuck sexy ass females and have fun. I was never really the responsible type, though my little sister seemed to be just that so I was more than happy to leave that up to her. Then one day the idea popped into my head that I could be more, do more, maybe even help some people. I want to say I had no idea where that came from, but honestly my sister did have an effect on me. She was so outgoing and optimistic that it made me want to be the same, even when it pissed me off and made me sick. I'd decided to go into the military, because you know, chicks dig a marine with baggage. I thought my luck was shit when I got shipped over seas for active duty, and got dropped right in the middle of a combat zone.
Man...that shit was great. The adrenaline pumping through your veins when you could take a bullet to the face at any moment, get ripped to shreds by shrapnel bombs, people bombs, car bombs, shit, anything bombs. But nothing was better than the feel of having someone's life in your hands when they were at the far end of your sniper scope. It was almost orgasmic. I knew I shouldn't enjoy it so much, but I did. I loved it. What really floated my boat though, was saving my comrades's lives. Not because it was the right thing to do, or the humane thing to do, but the rush of power of being able to bring them back from the brink of death. I felt like a God, and I loved it. So I began to study for my medical degree, and once my tour was up, I went to medical school and became a surgeon. There was nothing like holding a life beneath my knife, knowing that the only way they could survive was at my whim. Shitty I know, but I didn't care. It felt great.
Things were going fuckin' great. Sis had her modeling career and full ride to college, I was out of the military and working for a major L.A Hospital, then everything went to hell. One moment I'm doing pre-prep for a major surgery, the next thing everything goes black and i'm waking up on a goddamn private jet sitting across from my scumbag father and he's telling me that my expertise was needed by some organization and as a favor to them, he was giving me over. At first I laughed and spit in his face, but the bastard just kept on talking. Telling me that my sister's peaceful life depended on my cooperation, that he knew what kind of person I REALLY was and that this new world would fit me well. He promised that I wouldn't have to hide behind my winning smile and boyish charms, that I could truly be myself, revel in the power I'd have, and all the money I'd be making. He told me how everything was set, and all I had to do was do what I was told. I'd have time to go over everything expected of me, my new life, what I'd be doing and why.
As much as I hated to admit it, my dad was making sense. This all sounded great to me. Sure I was still pissed that my deadbeat father was forcing me into this, and using my sister as a way to push me over the edge, but the more I thought about it, the more I knew that I wouldn't need anything to push me over that edge. I'd jump into the abyss of my own free will. And so I did. By the time we landed in Florida, I was ready to embrace the chance to show what I was truly capable of. No rules or regulations outside of when I needed to use them as cover, money, women, and the thrill of underworld. I'd fix up their food soldiers, I'd plant and cut their drugs out of their mules, i'd use my knowledge as a marine, and surgeon to help them take out their enemies in precise fashion. Whatever they needed, I'd do. I was ready. Let's do this.
