Post by DR. EDWARD GRIMES on Aug 25, 2010 14:28:55 GMT -5
DR. EDWARD GRIMES
* Isn't this a dream come true
Isn't this a nightmare too
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HEY THERE. THE NAME IS VODKA, AND I AM 23.
I'VE BEEN ROLEPLAYING FOR ABOUT NINE
AND MY OTHER CHARACTERSWOULD BE ---. OH, BY THE WAY, I READ THE RULES. WANT PROOF?
THE CODE WORD IS ADAM IS POWER
- - - - nicknames, Doc. Ed. Eddie.
- - - - gender, Male
- - - - sexuality, Heterosexual. Possibly Asexual.
- - - - occupation, Physician
- - - - wealth class, Middle
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- - - - eyes, Blue
- - - - hair, Dark Brown. Easily mistaken for black.
- - - - built, Thin
- - - - weight, 137 lbs
- - - - height, 6'3"
- - - - fashion sense, As with most professionals and the overall fashions of the day, Dr. Grimes is a man with a taste for suits. Dark colors are heavily preferred. He also seems to have a fondness for patterned ties, and they often serve as the only bit of color on his person.
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+ Work
+ Strong, dark coffee
+ Cigarettes
+ Progress
+ A good book
- - - - loathes,
- Restriction
- Interference
- Sweets
- Heavy physical labor
- People who indulge too heavily in ADAM
- - - - strengths,
+ Very intelligent
+ Organized
+ Self-reliant
+ Efficient
+ Patient
- - - - weaknesses,
- Too mistrustful of others
- Physically weak
- Workaholic
- Little to no empathy
- Paranoid
- - - - dreams,
+To become top of his field
+ To avoid unwanted attention
+ To leave Rapture
- - - - fears,
- Incurring Ryan's wrath
- The Plasmid craze will spiral even further out of control
- To leave Rapture
- - - - overall personality, Dr. Grimes' personality is the sort that is formed when you take a brilliant mind and grow it in a culture that has little to offer it and will often attempt to strike out the unfamiliar glow of intellect. He is bitter nearly to the point of spite, quiet to the point of secretive, and fearful to the point of paranoia. He can hardly see people to the point of people anymore- everyone is either an experiment waiting to happen or is out to inflict him with a number of terrible misfortunes, be they real or imagined. More often than not, its some mixture of the two. As far as the young doctor is concerned, people are, for the most part, no better than beasts and should be locked away for study. Allow them to run free, and they are only capable of misery and disaster.
One would question then, why Dr. Grimes chose the profession that he has. If he hates people, why put himself in a position that requires frequent dealings with them? Simple. To be a physician gives him a thrill of power over people, one he will confess he cannot ignore. As long as they are HIS patients, they are under HIS control. And as someone who has little control over others in his life until recently, it is quite the sensation. He can choke down his distaste long enough to treat them, to observe them. He can hide it so well, in fact,t hat many people simply dismiss the young doctor as a nervous and shy young fellow. Its easy enough to do, with his quiet mannerisms and soft voice that quavers with just a hint of a stutter.
Yet he is also ever so fascinated by people, if only from a medical and experimental standpoint. There is so much to the human body that is still a mystery, especially when it comes to the mind... Another reason that Dr. Grimes chose the position that he has. There's so much to unravel about the human mind; such a massive challenge to unlocking its mysteries. It draws him to a moth like the flame. He cannot resist the call of mysteries. Secrets must be cracked open. Oh, and how he longs to crack open a mystery large enough to place him on a pedestal of greatness- to have his name- his!- carved into the vaunted medical textbooks and be a man worth remembering. That will show the clods of his childhood. It would be a meaningless vengeance to the closed-minded and uneducated town of his youth, but the spark of vengeance still drives Dr. Grimes relentlessly.
Funny though, to crave to be stamped upon the pages of time when one hates undue attention. It is simply one of those little human paradoxes that is. Aside from craving his name into the annals of history, the tall thin man would be more than happy to live a life of seclusion and anonymity. He shies away from unwanted attention, spending as much time as he can behind closed doors and away from the public eye of Rapture. He does not sequester himself completely, however. To do that would bring people poking about and into his intensely private life. He does make his appearances in the social circles of Rapture now and again, though he rarely involves himself in any manner beyond the fringes of the circles in which he makes his brief appearances. It is enough to make him known, but still distant enough so that he does not become entangled too deeply within Rapture's seemingly endless scheming and politics. That sort of thing, he knows, will be the death of a person.
Dr. Grimes is a man who loves his work, and is known to throw himself into study and research to the point where he disregards his own health and well-being. His thin build is kept that way from what some would joke to be his diet of nothing more than coffee and cigarettes. The fact that he tends to eschew sleep leads to his often rumpled appearance, as if he had fallen asleep at his desk the night before (a habit that is, unsurprisingly, commonplace). To someone who throws himself in his work as Dr. Grimes does, Rapture's concept is a dream. People working together, making progress and getting things done! Bliss!
However, that dream is starting to twist and take on a nightmarish effect in his eyes. He has known that the scheming and backstabbing ways of people are something never to be completely eradicated. He had hoped to see such things lessened here in Rapture. But ever since the introduction of plasmids... well. From the start, Dr. Grimes knew they would be trouble, and with the power struggles and abuse that has sprung up from their existence, he fears that Rapture's collapse is soon to be near. He is loathe to leave the place, but at the same time he is fearful of even staying here for much longer...
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- - - - family,
Thomas Grimes- Father
Mary Grimes- Mother
Robert Grimes- Older brother
Thomas Grimes Jr- Older brother
Bobby Grimes- Older brother
Jeffrey Grimes- Older brother
Ambrose Grimes- Older brother
- - - - pets, ---
- - - - overall history,
Were it not for the marvels of medicine, Edward Grimes would have been nothing more than a small box in the ground and a painful memory to his mother of a son that never was. He came into the world by emergency cesarean section, due to the fact that the umbilical cord managed to wind itself around the infant's neck, nearly strangling him to death. The operation was a success, and by it little Edward managed to survive what would have otherwise been a fatal mishap.
It was suspected that because of that, Edward was often in poor health growing up. The environment in which he grew up did little to help- Byrnesville was a mining town, and the town was often choked with the dust and debris from the extensive local operations. Nearly everyone in the small town was involved in the mines, and Edward's father (and later, brothers) were no exception to this. His mother, having six boys to raise, stayed at home to tend after them. With only one income, and that one being a small one, they were a very poor family.
However, seeing how it was a tiny mining town int he Great Depression, it was not the least bit uncommon. Everyone was poor in Byrnesville. To make ends meet the Grimes boys were made to do all sorts of odd jobs around town and the mines whenever they could, even at the cost of missing school. Education was not highly thought of in the town. You worked in the mines and that was it. Sure, you may wind up running one of the few town stores, but no one ever left for school. Anything beyond basic education was typically frowned upon or met with quizzical stares. Wasn't that big-city rich folk stuff? Stop dreaming and face reality!
That was the mindset Edward faced his whole young life. Even from a young age, he was considered an odd duck amongst the town. Being sickly, he spent much time in bed, where he had little else to occupy his time but to read or listen to the battered old radio his father had managed to patch into a serviceable working condition. Catching the fuzzy static-filled transmissions from Philadelphia and Pittsburgh (if he was lucky) and surrounded by books, he was certainly given an intellect far above and beyond what the town was used to. At five, he could read and write better then his brothers- all five of them. Had he been in a more... cultured setting, he would have been encouraged to further his education. Instead, the town seemed to shun the boy. Being a stick-thin weakling, Edward was easy prey for bullies, usually his very own brothers. He was the unwanted one, it was clear. His parents rarely went out of their way to dissuade his brothers from picking on Edward. He was the youngest, and as far as they could see, it was just boys being... boys.
Unsurprising that Edward grew to be so bitter. With the constant bullying and flat expectations of being yet another miner, he felt trapped. School was get him away, he knew, but how could he escape? Acquiring a college education was the only foreseeable escape, but that cost money, and they barely had enough to keep food on the table. He was trapped, utterly and completely.
And then America got itself involved in World War II. This was the narrow window of chance that Edward was waiting for. As his brothers marched down to sign up for the war effort, Edward concocted a bit of a scheme. Even though he was only 16, Edward was tall enough to pass for being 18, and old enough to enter the armed forces. Forging the documents to match that appearance weren't difficult. And so, in the early months of 1942, Edward scraped together his small savings earned though odd jobs around town and jumped on a bus to Philadelphia, with dreams of escape and patriotism fluttering through his young head.
He was in for a bit of a shock. Edward was rejected from the draft, not because of his falsified age, but because he failed the physical. Being well under the required weight limit, he was urged to return home and serve his country in the capacity of working the industry.
While most boys lost alone and penniless int he big city would have returned home dejected, Edward was going to have none of that nonsense. He was going to make something of himself.
Being good with numbers and letters, he originally set himself up as a bookkeeper for a small but rapidly-rising law firm. It was decent pay, though it was far more than a simple miner's boy could have even dreamed making. With careful management of his funds and using as little of it to cover housing and food, Edward was actually able to save up enough on his own for his biggest dream: attending a university.
Maintaining his job with the firm on an evening shift basis, Edward was able to progress through classes in a full-time fashion. Having been sick so often as a child, medicine had always been a great interest to him. Choosing it as a major focus for his study was an easy one. He communicated of his successes and life in irregular correspondence with his parents back home, though the letters between the two parties were often terse. His mother urged that he return home at first, though over the years the ignored pleas became less and less frequent. The familial bonds were not strong enough to convince Edward of ever returning. Even for Christmas, he found loopholes and obligations to prevent him from returning home to his family. After the bus trip to Philadelphia, he never saw them again.
Edward progressed well through his studies, graduating at the top of his class. He was something of a mild phenom among the medical field, for the boy's dissertations on the brain and pain were something of a breakthrough in their research and findings. It was certainly enough to garner him for research opportunities from several prominent locations.
But it was the offer from an unknown place that captured the newly-baptized Dr. Grimes' attention- a place by the name of Rapture.
The place sounded like a dream tot he young doctor- a place where progress was paramount, where free thinking was encouraged and men were not bound by closed-minded ideals. He eagerly accepted the offer, and so Dr. Grimes came to Rapture in the year of 1952.
At first it was indeed the utopia it had been described as, and more. Dr. Grimes instantly fell in love with the underwater city and threw himself into work. At last, for a time, he felt as if he had found a place in which he belonged. He could practice medicine and create his own research, with no one to frown upon him or restrict him in his work. Here he could meet like-minded people, and work to further the glories of science and medicine.
Eventually, the sheen of Rapture wore away and Dr. Grimes was able to see the ugly political dealings and power struggles that went on beneath the gleaming masses of glass and steel.
He was horrified at first, but slowly his terror deadened into a dull sense of acceptance as situations worsened and he found himself with no feasible way out. Though Dr. Grimes tried to keep himself out of the politics that threatened to tear the city apart, he somehow keeps getting himself dragged in as an unwilling pawn. It's cost him, too. not much, but its only a matter of time until Dr. Grimes gets himself involved in something too large for him to handle. What choice does he have but to brace himself against whatever troubles that will inevitably come his way?
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Mornings. Sophia hated mornings. Well, Sophia hated a lot of things, but mornings fell under that special category of hatred, where even the merest mention could make her skin crawl, her stomach churn with poorly held disgust, and her facial features dip into the most disapproving of frowns. Mornings, though difficult to judge under the eternal black smoggy blanket of air that settled over the city of Midgar, was easily the part of the day Sophia hated the most. Mornings meant rolling out of the comfort of one's bed to go to work. Mornings meant more long hours with inadequate pay, beneath Hojo and whatever foul experiment he had managed to dredge up for the day. It also meant, in addition to the blur of paper and research, herding around the vapid little techs stupid or overzealous enough to seek out employment under the supposed safety of the ShinRa corporation banner.
Ah, if only they knew! As if they weren't understaffed enough as it was. Idly, she wondered if she was going to make it out of work on time early enough to catch the tram home to her cramped apartment on the edge of sector three, or if the mangy couch in the break room would serve as her sleeping tool of choice... again. Ngh. Could life get any more miserable? Were the other more senior laboratory colleagues stressed out and abused to the point Sophia was? Or was she in that transition hell between being a senior staff member with no responsibility, and a newbie with.... no responsibility? It was hard to say, considering how Sophia had only been in ShinRa's employ for eight years, and was already considered one of the most senior researchers on their payroll. Thanks to Hojo, the turnover rate for scientists was... high.
It was to no one's surprise that Sophia looked less than pleased to be where she was when the elevator doors slid open, pinging the floor number, allowing her to step onto the laboratory floor. She had stopped arriving to work with a smile years ago. Smiles were not made for a place such as this. Perhaps that was one of the reasons Sophia hated hawking over the new technicians so much. They always smiled. What the hell was there to smile about? Certainly not work. Not here.
However, those smiles rarely lasted long. Few lasted beyond the duration of their smile. More than once Sophia had wondered why on earth she never left when she had the chance.
She was fairly early, as was customary for her, but the floor was already abuzz with activity. Grumbling an incoherent reply to all the greetings offered her way, Sophia made a beeline to the obligatory first two stops of the morning: the card-reader to mark her as here and present so she could make off with her meager funds to pay the bills, and the greatest creation ever made by man: the coffee pot. After swiping her ID badge and grabbing a cup of the disappointingly weak coffee, the woman went on to her next task, which was one of the few things she actually (dare she say it?) enjoyed- Research.
The process of refining materia via mako infusion was Sophia's current primary project, and she was finding that she was rather fond of the project. First off, it was a major field of research under ShinRa, and to be in charge of it (even if she was only serving as temporary head)... It was the first real command she had been given since joining, and she was rather proud of that. The topic itself was genuinely interesting, and the best part? So far it had maintained a near-minimal contact with Hojo, the Department head. Really, it was one of those things that almost made coming to work bearable in the morning.
However,t hanks to the cruel spirit of mornings, work, and Sophia's general bad luck, she was not to get directly into work today. A young lab tech, annoyingly perky with a vague smile that rang of fresh graduate on his good-natured features approached Sophia and waved her down. "Ah! Mrs. Johnson!"
Sophia scowled at the unfamiliar young man, hunched over her coffee as if it were some weak flame prone to blowing out at the faintest puff of air. "What is it--" a glance at the ID badge gave the face a name "Wells?"
Wells seemed startled by Sophia's less-than-friendly greeting, but he was quick to reassert himself and that irritating smile of his. "Mrs. Johnson, you're needed in exam room one." His smile flickered, as if trying to puzzle the next bit of his message out. "I was told to tell you that Fifteen is back."
"Mm," Sophia nodded slowly, hiding her surprise at the relay. "I'll get on it. Run down to Kronwall in the mako lab and tell him that they can start without me."
With the return of the annoying smile and a nod Wells was off, leaving Sophia to trudge down to the exam rooms. Fifteen- Angel was back already? Either Sophia was losing track of the days again, or the girl was back early. Not that Sophia minded, she always had a fondness for the little experiments. And Angel was a good girl. This could prove to be a pleasant diversion.
Draining the dregs of the weak coffee, Sophia left the cup on an empty counter just prior to entering the room. A brusque knock on the door was done prior to opening; a simple polite motion few even remembered to use within the labs these days. Once the door had slid open far enough Sophia stepped in, a rare smile on her face. It was too worn and drawn to be a good smile, but the friendliness and warmth behind it was clear.
"Good morning Angel," Sophia murmured in a softer, gentler voice than many would think possible of the woman. "I see you're back already...?"
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