Ryan's Gulch Application
Sep. 2nd, 2013 11:24 pm☞ Player Information;
Name: Lady Vincira
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oldsoulai
Age: 25
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LadyVincira on Plurk, or StillAliveGlaDOS onAIM
Other characters currently played at Ryan's Gulch: N/A
☞ Character Information;
Character Name: Dr. Hannibal Lecter
Canon: NBC's Hannibal
OU or AU?: AU
Canon point: Current, for the AU? He's 42 years old.
History: Hannibal was born to a relatively well-to-do family in 1917. He lost his parents at a very young age to sickness, and he was left in the care of his uncle, a men's tailor. This suited young Hannibal just fine - his uncle was a fair man, and he could scarcely remember his parents in the first place.
When 1930 rolled around, he was 13 years old - a young boy during the Great Depression. During this time, he helped his uncle wherever he could (menswear wasn't a must for people at the time), and learned to patch his own cuts and scrapes without assistance. The next few years were brutal, and it was a struggle to scrape by...but he learned two key things; one was that he had a gift for the medical field, and the other was a deep appreciation for the finer things when he had them. His uncle perished when he was 21, and Hannibal was left to coast through the rest of the Depression on his own.
During World War II, Hannibal found his calling and served for some time as a medic. He had a natural talent that only grew with practice, and he was proud of the work that he did. He made a name for himself over the course of the war, and that reputation gained him a fair bit of money...and, when the dust cleared and he had been running his clinic for a few years, also a letter with a unique request.
When he was invited to join the great minds of Rapture, he saw an opportunity that would never come to pass again. Gladly, he took to life under the sea, setting up his own clinic and enjoying a peaceful life among what he hoped would be other forward-thinking gentlemen and ladies. No more war. No more Depression. A thriving new society, removed from the Hell the world seemed determined to become again and again.
Unfortunately for him, the peace wouldn't last.
Personality:
Hannibal is, in a word, refined. He has a natural inclination towards the finer things in life, and he moves through life with this in mind. Everything he does is done with poise, and if any luck is afforded, never with haste. The way he sees it, either he's going to do a thing correctly, or not at all. Everything is thought through from start to finish, whether it be a surgery or picking his clothes for the day.
He's not an inherently wicked man, but he does believe that certain people deserve what is coming to them. Rudeness is something he will not tolerate in the slightest. Initially, he will not act upon this - he'll just do his best to turn the other cheek. After a while of being in Rapture, he will eventually decide that with war at hand and the food supplies bound to dwindle, there is an alternate use for the rude. He will discretely begin taking people aside...and then butchering them to use their meat later.
He has a great deal of disdain for plastic surgery - he thinks Dr. Steinman is a disgusting hack, but he keeps those thoughts to himself unless the subject is raised in conversation. His view is that the medical field should be kept more to the practical in times like these. He also hasn't had much of an interest in Splicing...he wanted to see what the medical results would be over time first, and he was proven to be wise in that caution.
Not very much frightens Hannibal. He's serene almost to a fault, and it's hard to get him furious or cowering. Self-preservation is a hot button for him, though, and if his survival is at stake, he will quietly push someone else under the bus. Or whale. Whatever, you get it.
He adores the arts in all forms - music, plays, operas, paintings, anything - and so he has been known to take in the sights at Fort Frolic from time to time. He himself does not play music often, but he does know how to play the cello.
Unlike his canon counterpart, Dr. Lecter here is not versed in the art of psychiatry. He has at most a passing interest, and he could not diagnose you with any form of mental trouble. He is, however, observant when it comes to symptoms of a more medical nature - perceptive to behavioral changes commonly caused by ailment or injury. Those can be a life or death matter, and so he's learned to watch for signs of something wrong. It's with genuine concern that he will approach someone who seems to be unwell.
Relationships are a faint and vague concept to him. He's not one for a casual fling, and he's very choosy about who he gets close to. It isn't that he's unfriendly - it's that he keeps people at arm's length, even those who he genuinely values as friends. Him getting close enough to get romantic with anyone would be a long shot, but it isn't impossible.
Abilities: Please detail whatever abilities your character has in their original setting and how they might affect your character (or how they might use them) in Ryan's Gulch.
Hannibal is an extremely skilled surgeon - he knows his way around a scalpel, to be sure, and his skill lies in the MEDICAL field, NOT in plastic surgery. Could he do it? Likely, with a little learning. Would he want to? No. He's more than happy to stitch you up if you get into trouble, or even cut into you if it's going to save your life...but he will not give you a new face.
His skill with a knife extends to his skill in the kitchen. He loves to cook, and he's learned many different recipes throughout his life. He enjoys experimentation, and would really love to have you for dinner. You would enjoy his dishes too, after all.
He has a sense of smell that's unnaturally keen - he can detect things that normal people would never notice. He can even SMELL disease on a person while he's talking to them...a valuable skill indeed for a surgeon.
Growing up with a men's tailor has left him quite capable with sewing and tailoring.
How did your character arrive in Rapture? Dr. Lecter was invited to Rapture early on - and he saw it as an intriguing opportunity to practice. He's been there ever since, running his clinic in the Medical Pavilion.
Network sample:
[The feed clicks on in the early morning to reveal an old hand at everything - a face seen around Rapture periodically for some years. Recently, he has largely remained in his clinic...but it seems that now he has decided to advertise through new channels.
He smiles softly, charmingly, dark eyes fixed on the camera.]
Good morning.
I would like to take a moment to remind all of you that my services are available in the Medical Pavilion. I am able to set bones, patch bullet holes, and treat burns, among other things - all while asking few to no questions.
Should you be in need of help or a consultation, I encourage you to stop in at your leisure.
Log sample:
Pots and pans clattered softly against each other, dancing over the fire of the burners. This was Hannibal's time to meditate upon things...late at night, music softly playing, flame and notes and tantalizing scents wafting through the air. There were no patients. There was no one calling on him for any reason. This was his time to be free.
At least, as free as anyone in Rapture dared. The music he had on was a record that he was trying to like - some new tune out of Fort Frolic - but no matter how he gave it a chance, he couldn't quite seem to grasp a taste for it. He needed to, mind you. He was going to be hearing it with some frequency, and if he was going to have to hear it, he was at least going to find something in it to appreciate.
Pulling the pan off the fire for a moment, he plated the sizzling piece of meat, then uncorked a bottle of wine. Carefully deglazing the pan with it, he waited a moment for the fire to cease before stirring and scraping the charred bits from the bottom. Things like this were things that he DID enjoy, and he could appreciate everything about them. The nuances of knowing when things were cooked just right. The appearance of a sauce when it had thickened just so. These things were all at once procedural and also unpredictable, depending on the piece of meat or how hot the fire burned.
It was with a satisfied smile that he pulled the pan from the stove one last time, pouring the sauce out over his meal. He watched it trickle across the plate in a smooth swath, pooling from where it ran down the sides of the beef.
Procedural and unpredictable, he mused.
Much like surgery.
And, he decided, he hated the song. But at the very least, even if it was going to be maddening, he could play it in the clinic for his patients. It would help placate them.
Even something so crass could serve a purpose when used correctly.
Name: Lady Vincira
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oldsoulaiAge: 25
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Other characters currently played at Ryan's Gulch: N/A
☞ Character Information;
Character Name: Dr. Hannibal Lecter
Canon: NBC's Hannibal
OU or AU?: AU
Canon point: Current, for the AU? He's 42 years old.
History: Hannibal was born to a relatively well-to-do family in 1917. He lost his parents at a very young age to sickness, and he was left in the care of his uncle, a men's tailor. This suited young Hannibal just fine - his uncle was a fair man, and he could scarcely remember his parents in the first place.
When 1930 rolled around, he was 13 years old - a young boy during the Great Depression. During this time, he helped his uncle wherever he could (menswear wasn't a must for people at the time), and learned to patch his own cuts and scrapes without assistance. The next few years were brutal, and it was a struggle to scrape by...but he learned two key things; one was that he had a gift for the medical field, and the other was a deep appreciation for the finer things when he had them. His uncle perished when he was 21, and Hannibal was left to coast through the rest of the Depression on his own.
During World War II, Hannibal found his calling and served for some time as a medic. He had a natural talent that only grew with practice, and he was proud of the work that he did. He made a name for himself over the course of the war, and that reputation gained him a fair bit of money...and, when the dust cleared and he had been running his clinic for a few years, also a letter with a unique request.
When he was invited to join the great minds of Rapture, he saw an opportunity that would never come to pass again. Gladly, he took to life under the sea, setting up his own clinic and enjoying a peaceful life among what he hoped would be other forward-thinking gentlemen and ladies. No more war. No more Depression. A thriving new society, removed from the Hell the world seemed determined to become again and again.
Unfortunately for him, the peace wouldn't last.
Personality:
Hannibal is, in a word, refined. He has a natural inclination towards the finer things in life, and he moves through life with this in mind. Everything he does is done with poise, and if any luck is afforded, never with haste. The way he sees it, either he's going to do a thing correctly, or not at all. Everything is thought through from start to finish, whether it be a surgery or picking his clothes for the day.
He's not an inherently wicked man, but he does believe that certain people deserve what is coming to them. Rudeness is something he will not tolerate in the slightest. Initially, he will not act upon this - he'll just do his best to turn the other cheek. After a while of being in Rapture, he will eventually decide that with war at hand and the food supplies bound to dwindle, there is an alternate use for the rude. He will discretely begin taking people aside...and then butchering them to use their meat later.
He has a great deal of disdain for plastic surgery - he thinks Dr. Steinman is a disgusting hack, but he keeps those thoughts to himself unless the subject is raised in conversation. His view is that the medical field should be kept more to the practical in times like these. He also hasn't had much of an interest in Splicing...he wanted to see what the medical results would be over time first, and he was proven to be wise in that caution.
Not very much frightens Hannibal. He's serene almost to a fault, and it's hard to get him furious or cowering. Self-preservation is a hot button for him, though, and if his survival is at stake, he will quietly push someone else under the bus. Or whale. Whatever, you get it.
He adores the arts in all forms - music, plays, operas, paintings, anything - and so he has been known to take in the sights at Fort Frolic from time to time. He himself does not play music often, but he does know how to play the cello.
Unlike his canon counterpart, Dr. Lecter here is not versed in the art of psychiatry. He has at most a passing interest, and he could not diagnose you with any form of mental trouble. He is, however, observant when it comes to symptoms of a more medical nature - perceptive to behavioral changes commonly caused by ailment or injury. Those can be a life or death matter, and so he's learned to watch for signs of something wrong. It's with genuine concern that he will approach someone who seems to be unwell.
Relationships are a faint and vague concept to him. He's not one for a casual fling, and he's very choosy about who he gets close to. It isn't that he's unfriendly - it's that he keeps people at arm's length, even those who he genuinely values as friends. Him getting close enough to get romantic with anyone would be a long shot, but it isn't impossible.
Abilities: Please detail whatever abilities your character has in their original setting and how they might affect your character (or how they might use them) in Ryan's Gulch.
Hannibal is an extremely skilled surgeon - he knows his way around a scalpel, to be sure, and his skill lies in the MEDICAL field, NOT in plastic surgery. Could he do it? Likely, with a little learning. Would he want to? No. He's more than happy to stitch you up if you get into trouble, or even cut into you if it's going to save your life...but he will not give you a new face.
His skill with a knife extends to his skill in the kitchen. He loves to cook, and he's learned many different recipes throughout his life. He enjoys experimentation, and would really love to have you for dinner. You would enjoy his dishes too, after all.
He has a sense of smell that's unnaturally keen - he can detect things that normal people would never notice. He can even SMELL disease on a person while he's talking to them...a valuable skill indeed for a surgeon.
Growing up with a men's tailor has left him quite capable with sewing and tailoring.
How did your character arrive in Rapture? Dr. Lecter was invited to Rapture early on - and he saw it as an intriguing opportunity to practice. He's been there ever since, running his clinic in the Medical Pavilion.
Network sample:
[The feed clicks on in the early morning to reveal an old hand at everything - a face seen around Rapture periodically for some years. Recently, he has largely remained in his clinic...but it seems that now he has decided to advertise through new channels.
He smiles softly, charmingly, dark eyes fixed on the camera.]
Good morning.
I would like to take a moment to remind all of you that my services are available in the Medical Pavilion. I am able to set bones, patch bullet holes, and treat burns, among other things - all while asking few to no questions.
Should you be in need of help or a consultation, I encourage you to stop in at your leisure.
Log sample:
Pots and pans clattered softly against each other, dancing over the fire of the burners. This was Hannibal's time to meditate upon things...late at night, music softly playing, flame and notes and tantalizing scents wafting through the air. There were no patients. There was no one calling on him for any reason. This was his time to be free.
At least, as free as anyone in Rapture dared. The music he had on was a record that he was trying to like - some new tune out of Fort Frolic - but no matter how he gave it a chance, he couldn't quite seem to grasp a taste for it. He needed to, mind you. He was going to be hearing it with some frequency, and if he was going to have to hear it, he was at least going to find something in it to appreciate.
Pulling the pan off the fire for a moment, he plated the sizzling piece of meat, then uncorked a bottle of wine. Carefully deglazing the pan with it, he waited a moment for the fire to cease before stirring and scraping the charred bits from the bottom. Things like this were things that he DID enjoy, and he could appreciate everything about them. The nuances of knowing when things were cooked just right. The appearance of a sauce when it had thickened just so. These things were all at once procedural and also unpredictable, depending on the piece of meat or how hot the fire burned.
It was with a satisfied smile that he pulled the pan from the stove one last time, pouring the sauce out over his meal. He watched it trickle across the plate in a smooth swath, pooling from where it ran down the sides of the beef.
Procedural and unpredictable, he mused.
Much like surgery.
And, he decided, he hated the song. But at the very least, even if it was going to be maddening, he could play it in the clinic for his patients. It would help placate them.
Even something so crass could serve a purpose when used correctly.
