Post by Deleted on Jun 21, 2011 17:04:02 GMT -5
doctor henry artemis atwood
[/b][/color][/size] A dr. henry atwood at the dear age of twenty nine has found himself upon the most curious of situations - entering into London's most tantalizing gossip. "[/i][/color][/font][/size][/ul][/blockquote]
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W R I T E R .
name: Prosper.
RP experience: nearly five years.
how did you find us?: affiliations.
age: eighteen.
gender: a guy.
P O R T R A I T .
eye color: green.
hair color: brunette.
height: 6 foot.
body type: slender; lack of distinguishing muscle structure, yet not skinny and with excellent posture.
fashion style:
M A N N E R S .
profession: a doctor of medicine.
adoration for:
distaste for:
dreams:
fears:
secrets:
main:
P A S T .
family:
father - Robert Atwood - physician.[/ul]
main:
E T C .
play-by: Matt Smith.
password: evening solace.
rp sample:
Clutching tightly the Queen's invitation in his hand, Dr. Atwood made his way nervously towards a cab driver sitting in the street. 'Where you off to then, sunshine?' the cabbie remarked in his thick east London accent. 'Buckingham Palace.' Dr. Atwood replied shortly, taking care to keep his voice low, as to avoid catching the attention any unnecessary riffraff. The cabbie let out an exhaled whistle at the desired destination and lurched his horse foreward, heading swiftly towards the Queen's Royal ball. Henry was invited due to his being a very well-known and highly respected man within the medical industry - his reputable occupation has earned him many invitations to private dinners and other aristocratic parties. Much to Henry's dismay, however. He really wasn't one for fancy do's, he was a reserved fellow, preferring company in smaller doses, and without the constant requirement to impress every gentleman and lady within sight. Nevertheless, Henry was a grateful character, and would never turn down an invite - especially one delivered by the Queen herself.
The cab screeched to a halt, a few paces away from the palace's regal gateway, Henry tossed the cabbie his fare and strode on over to the entrance. He was appropriately dressed for the occasion, his attire was of high quality, yet fairly low when it came to impressive standards. Though that didn't matter, Dr. Atwood didn't dress to impress, merely to fit in to the current scene - which wasn't exactly his cup of tea. Despite this, he entered the palace with his chin held high, and small smile upon his face to give himself an inviting appearance. Handing his invitation over to the doorman and stating his full name, Henry stepped into the palace's main room.
Everything looked absolutely stunning. The entire room was etched with intricate artwork, golden leaf spread its way across the high ceilings, and portraits of ancestors and current heirs filled the walls. It must have been a good two whole minutes before Henry realized that his was staring about the room with his mouth wide open. Shutting it at once, he accepted a glass of wine from a passing butler and proceeded to take a look at the guests. He recognized many from past parties and other social gatherings, although most he did not recognize at all. Then someone caught his eye; a man whom did not seem to be having much luck with the ladies, a young man... Officer Logan from Scotland Yard? Yes, indeed it was. Atwood had briefly met him on previous occasions. Although something about his presence made him feel uneasy, though he had no idea why, there was no reason for him to fear law enforcement, was there? Ridding his mind of such strange thoughts, the Doctor approached Logan, greeting him as he did so; 'Good day to you, Officer.'p.s. thanks to wikipedia for some information on various mental health disorders.[/blockquote][/size]
