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Nov. 5th, 2015 01:58 pmPlayer's Name:
Mel
Characters Played Here:
Farkle, Pogue, Stitch
Character:
Percival Cox
Series/Canon:
[Scrubs]
From When?
Post S1. Just post when Jordan told everyone what she knows
History:
BAM
Personality:
Dr. Cox is an asshole. That is the first thing that people will find out about him in general. With the exception of JD but that's a different story entirely. He will berate his fellow doctors, lose patience with each of them easily, flick dead bodies... He does not outrightly come out as a good guy unless you dig under the cynicism. And it's hard. And you have to be patient. And chances are he will tell you you are soooooo wrong about that.
Of course, if you do get through that jackass facade, you will find he does have a heart of gold. He cares about his patients. Every one of them that come through his door he will work on and take care of. Whether he seems like he would outside of it, or not. And of course, those same people, he would show concern for no matter what, at the end of the day. It's all about how you interpret how he behaves in general.
He will snark at everyone. Absolutely everyone. If you're a perfect angel, he will snark you until you cry. It gets worse when his mood does, and it can sometimes be hard to tell his mood just by how he's acting. You have to pay attention to his smile. If he's not showing his teeth or showing just his teeth, chances are he's happy, or slowly getting angry. If he's baring his teeth maliciously and his gums are even showing through, run. If he's adjusting his stance, oh god please run away.
He is an alcoholic. A depressed alcoholic because he is well aware he helped to make his life turn to shit. The best time to talk to him while he's not in his office would be take him out drinking. He can, and will, drink all night if given the opportunity without feeling bad about it. Hell, he'll day drink if he's not given shit.
So there you have it, Percival Cox is a tempermental, depressed, alcoholic asshole with a deep down heart of gold.
Why do you think your character would work in this setting?
He accepted Eli's offer partially because he needed an escape from his own world. I think he would be able to make connections with the people here, maybe not immediately on a personal level, but at least get to where they can know there's more than meets the eye.
How do you plan to expand their CR?
I'll have him in the saloon for alcohol like every day. Otherwise he'll be walking around shopping, helping his patients, or what-have-you
What will your character do for work?
Doctor
Inventory:
White lab coat, half a backpack full of one-color t-shirts, other half blue jeans. He doesn't have much he would care to bring.
Samples:
Third-Person Sample:
There was a dastardly dangerously wide grin across Doctor Percival Cox's lips as he crossed his arms, looking to the select group of interns in front of him. Each one held a look of terror in their eyes. As though if they were to do one thing wrong they would be caught and eaten by the lion he could pretend so well to be. Granted, he wouldn't be anything that like wonderfully excellent oh so wise 'Oh you've no insurance? Get out of my hospital' Bob Kelso, but that could be viewed as one of two ways for the group of new doctors to be.
They had taken to chatting amongst themselves, causing the grin to widen even more, if possible. He was planning just how to weed out the weak ones, how to figure out who would stay and who exactly would go. He stayed there, scanning over each one and analyzing them. Scrutinizing each and every one. He didn't even seem to bee noticed.
Four girls standing together, making him think of those toys Jordan wanted to get Jennifer. Bratz, or whatever she had told him. I'm sorry Jordan but I was busy trying to not scream in terror as I ran... Well I was attempting to run away though clearly you've just gotten so darned good at actually keeping some sort of reign on me. Every night it makes me cry before remembering the days I would come home happy. When I was capable of walking into my apartment after a horrible horrible day and aiming for taking a long many hours of nonstop drinking. I miss when scotch was that friend I could see every day and not once in a while where we can catch up. In short, you dark devilish monstrosity of an excuse for 'human', I don't care what those dolls are. Nor will I ever care unless you bring it to my attention specifically for an exter-hee-hee-heeeeeeeemely good reason.
He continued looking at the group in front of him, even through that wonderful red that had taken to staring him right in the face. Granted, that image was purely in his head, but it was still there. A red hazing everything over in front of him. An image of the new little babies... Ooh. That was a nickname to think about. The red cleared for a moment to look around at the group though not listen. Who looked like they could be a baby? Who could possibly be the one unfortunate soul who could be that baby...?
His eyes landed on a short brown haired boy, a grin crossing his face. Never a smirk. A smirk was far too subtle and Perry Cox was the type to be anything but subtle when he had ideas... Perhaps it was time to test this out. He shifted a bit and whistled to get their attention, the Bratz girls looking over with a scowl on each face, that red haze beginning to return.
Ten... Nine... Eight... Seven...
His counting came to a halt as he heard one of the four girls speak, the grin immediately wiped into a scowl. "Can we just start this already?" The tone was so childish. It was an absolutely pathetic excuse for a tone a doctor would have. The red went full, everything red, nothing clear besides very vague images. Now was the time for work. Now was the time for breaking.
"Oh I'm sorry I didn't want to disrupt you and your little Bratz pack talking about whatever it is sad excuses for little girls wanting to be doctors where clearly you and your tiny little plastic rear end should be in the strip club down the steet. Maybe your first client could be the little baby over there who clearly knows I'm talking to him otherwise he wouldn't have looked up. Now are we all going to behave like good little dollies else I make you feel like you should be shrunk down to a doll size and be play toys for my lovely daughter Jennifer Dylan?"
That grin popped back across his face after he spoke, arms still crossed over his chest. There was nothing but silence to meet him and thee red haze had faded to creating a red tint on everything. He was able to properly see the reactions, sniffing in pride of his own work as he saw thee group staring in awe and shock with just enough fear at him. That went wonderfully if he said so himself. "So. I'm Doctor Cox." There was not even a snicker as he said that, the fear of doing such a thing striking fear into their hearts.
"Call me anything except that and you will pay sooooooo bad you'll wish I took your money instead." He grinned, that grin faltering yet staying as there was a thud in the middle of the group, his eyes looking to the now unconscious body of the boy he had deemed 'Baby-boy. This was going to be a fun time indeed...
First-Person Sample:
A letter of recognition to Kelso
Hey there, Bob-o. I know you probably weren't expecting an actual letter from me sitting on your desk when you came into work today, but it's your lucky day! What's even better is you won't have to deal with me anymore either, because I signed this handy dandy contract to get faaaaaar far away from you and all themurderers doctors here. You see, I know I've said a lot of what I've thought about you in the past, and I'm not going to lie to you when I say each and every single thing that I have said is true. You are one of the worst people, morally, I have ever met, and I don't personally wish to be on the same planet as you.
Now there are others here that can be just as capable for your position and have sooooo much more heart than you with it, and that list includes just about everyone in the hospital. John Dorian, for example, would be the most likely candidate to replace your position just on caring about the patients alone. Hell, his entire little group is more capable. Are they ready for that kinda promotion? No. But you could at least give them a raise. Show some respect to them, teach them more than bitch in their face and tell them what does and does not go with hospital protocol.
I know you weren't a dick when you first took over this hospital, and I know you'll continue having those few rare moments that shine through, but really, I don't have the patience to be here for that. Apparently there's some small town that needs more doctors and I'm more capable than you.
Ha ha ha, I quit.
Dr. Percival Cox
Mel
Characters Played Here:
Farkle, Pogue, Stitch
Character:
Percival Cox
Series/Canon:
[Scrubs]
From When?
Post S1. Just post when Jordan told everyone what she knows
History:
BAM
Personality:
Dr. Cox is an asshole. That is the first thing that people will find out about him in general. With the exception of JD but that's a different story entirely. He will berate his fellow doctors, lose patience with each of them easily, flick dead bodies... He does not outrightly come out as a good guy unless you dig under the cynicism. And it's hard. And you have to be patient. And chances are he will tell you you are soooooo wrong about that.
Of course, if you do get through that jackass facade, you will find he does have a heart of gold. He cares about his patients. Every one of them that come through his door he will work on and take care of. Whether he seems like he would outside of it, or not. And of course, those same people, he would show concern for no matter what, at the end of the day. It's all about how you interpret how he behaves in general.
He will snark at everyone. Absolutely everyone. If you're a perfect angel, he will snark you until you cry. It gets worse when his mood does, and it can sometimes be hard to tell his mood just by how he's acting. You have to pay attention to his smile. If he's not showing his teeth or showing just his teeth, chances are he's happy, or slowly getting angry. If he's baring his teeth maliciously and his gums are even showing through, run. If he's adjusting his stance, oh god please run away.
He is an alcoholic. A depressed alcoholic because he is well aware he helped to make his life turn to shit. The best time to talk to him while he's not in his office would be take him out drinking. He can, and will, drink all night if given the opportunity without feeling bad about it. Hell, he'll day drink if he's not given shit.
So there you have it, Percival Cox is a tempermental, depressed, alcoholic asshole with a deep down heart of gold.
Why do you think your character would work in this setting?
He accepted Eli's offer partially because he needed an escape from his own world. I think he would be able to make connections with the people here, maybe not immediately on a personal level, but at least get to where they can know there's more than meets the eye.
How do you plan to expand their CR?
I'll have him in the saloon for alcohol like every day. Otherwise he'll be walking around shopping, helping his patients, or what-have-you
What will your character do for work?
Doctor
Inventory:
White lab coat, half a backpack full of one-color t-shirts, other half blue jeans. He doesn't have much he would care to bring.
Samples:
Third-Person Sample:
There was a dastardly dangerously wide grin across Doctor Percival Cox's lips as he crossed his arms, looking to the select group of interns in front of him. Each one held a look of terror in their eyes. As though if they were to do one thing wrong they would be caught and eaten by the lion he could pretend so well to be. Granted, he wouldn't be anything that like wonderfully excellent oh so wise 'Oh you've no insurance? Get out of my hospital' Bob Kelso, but that could be viewed as one of two ways for the group of new doctors to be.
They had taken to chatting amongst themselves, causing the grin to widen even more, if possible. He was planning just how to weed out the weak ones, how to figure out who would stay and who exactly would go. He stayed there, scanning over each one and analyzing them. Scrutinizing each and every one. He didn't even seem to bee noticed.
Four girls standing together, making him think of those toys Jordan wanted to get Jennifer. Bratz, or whatever she had told him. I'm sorry Jordan but I was busy trying to not scream in terror as I ran... Well I was attempting to run away though clearly you've just gotten so darned good at actually keeping some sort of reign on me. Every night it makes me cry before remembering the days I would come home happy. When I was capable of walking into my apartment after a horrible horrible day and aiming for taking a long many hours of nonstop drinking. I miss when scotch was that friend I could see every day and not once in a while where we can catch up. In short, you dark devilish monstrosity of an excuse for 'human', I don't care what those dolls are. Nor will I ever care unless you bring it to my attention specifically for an exter-hee-hee-heeeeeeeemely good reason.
He continued looking at the group in front of him, even through that wonderful red that had taken to staring him right in the face. Granted, that image was purely in his head, but it was still there. A red hazing everything over in front of him. An image of the new little babies... Ooh. That was a nickname to think about. The red cleared for a moment to look around at the group though not listen. Who looked like they could be a baby? Who could possibly be the one unfortunate soul who could be that baby...?
His eyes landed on a short brown haired boy, a grin crossing his face. Never a smirk. A smirk was far too subtle and Perry Cox was the type to be anything but subtle when he had ideas... Perhaps it was time to test this out. He shifted a bit and whistled to get their attention, the Bratz girls looking over with a scowl on each face, that red haze beginning to return.
Ten... Nine... Eight... Seven...
His counting came to a halt as he heard one of the four girls speak, the grin immediately wiped into a scowl. "Can we just start this already?" The tone was so childish. It was an absolutely pathetic excuse for a tone a doctor would have. The red went full, everything red, nothing clear besides very vague images. Now was the time for work. Now was the time for breaking.
"Oh I'm sorry I didn't want to disrupt you and your little Bratz pack talking about whatever it is sad excuses for little girls wanting to be doctors where clearly you and your tiny little plastic rear end should be in the strip club down the steet. Maybe your first client could be the little baby over there who clearly knows I'm talking to him otherwise he wouldn't have looked up. Now are we all going to behave like good little dollies else I make you feel like you should be shrunk down to a doll size and be play toys for my lovely daughter Jennifer Dylan?"
That grin popped back across his face after he spoke, arms still crossed over his chest. There was nothing but silence to meet him and thee red haze had faded to creating a red tint on everything. He was able to properly see the reactions, sniffing in pride of his own work as he saw thee group staring in awe and shock with just enough fear at him. That went wonderfully if he said so himself. "So. I'm Doctor Cox." There was not even a snicker as he said that, the fear of doing such a thing striking fear into their hearts.
"Call me anything except that and you will pay sooooooo bad you'll wish I took your money instead." He grinned, that grin faltering yet staying as there was a thud in the middle of the group, his eyes looking to the now unconscious body of the boy he had deemed 'Baby-boy. This was going to be a fun time indeed...
First-Person Sample:
A letter of recognition to Kelso
Hey there, Bob-o. I know you probably weren't expecting an actual letter from me sitting on your desk when you came into work today, but it's your lucky day! What's even better is you won't have to deal with me anymore either, because I signed this handy dandy contract to get faaaaaar far away from you and all the
Now there are others here that can be just as capable for your position and have sooooo much more heart than you with it, and that list includes just about everyone in the hospital. John Dorian, for example, would be the most likely candidate to replace your position just on caring about the patients alone. Hell, his entire little group is more capable. Are they ready for that kinda promotion? No. But you could at least give them a raise. Show some respect to them, teach them more than bitch in their face and tell them what does and does not go with hospital protocol.
I know you weren't a dick when you first took over this hospital, and I know you'll continue having those few rare moments that shine through, but really, I don't have the patience to be here for that. Apparently there's some small town that needs more doctors and I'm more capable than you.
Ha ha ha, I quit.
Dr. Percival Cox
