Post by Silenor "Doc" Stonepelt on Jul 9, 2011 0:59:05 GMT -5
Name:
Silenor Stonepelt (prefers 'Doc')
Sex:
Male
Birth-Date:
June 2305
Age:
Five
Species:
Full-Moon Wolf
Pack:
Project Clearlake
Rank:
Delta
Duty:
Apothecary
Appearance:
Doc was born your average Full-Moon wolf. Equipped with thick light gray fur, long and muscular legs (he is 35"), a lithe body (weighs 114 lbs), and a large but powerful frame (60"), he's always had it pretty good when it comes to looks. On top of this, he has light blue eyes that almost appear gray in the right light. His fur is mostly sliver to light gray, but a dark charcoal strip of fur runs across his spine, to the base of his tail. His tail and paws are a silvery white, almost like starlight. Doc's face and muzzle is white and oddly slender for a full grown male wolf, but it is charming and quirky in a fox-like way. His ears are dark on the backs, but are filled with thin silver hairs on the inside.
You'd think with his great physique and beautiful features, he'd be a prize for any lucky she-wolf. But not so fast ladies, he's not exactly a "complete package". What is it that Doc lacks? Nothing much, really. Just his front left leg, that's all. All the way up to the shoulder.
Skills:
Dexterous: I know what you're thinking; how in the hell can he be dexterous without his left paw? He compensates with his mouth, that's how. Doc is capable of carrying many things at once with his mouth. He can also be very delicate, and is great at things that require a steady 'hand', such as applying a poultice or ointment to a wound, or checking a limb for a fracture.
Unbiased: It isn't often that Doc favors one side over another, so he is good at being a mediator for two arguing wolves. He looks at the facts from both sides, and tries to come to a decision that makes sense. However, his "Switzerland" additude can quickly disappear if a Twin-Oaks wolf is involved in the arguement.
Memory: Has a good memory for drug and herb names. Doc's knowledge of the human drugs at the hospital are one of the best in the land.
Personality:
Proud: Doc is a proud wolf in many ways. He refuses to do work less than his best, that way, no wolf can say he didn't try. He knows he's good at what he does, and whenever he gets complemented for his work, he often takes these complements for granted and replies with a "Yeah, yeah," or "I know." If any wolf is stupid enough to take pity on him for his missing leg, Doc will either ignore them or refuse to give them any kind of aid.
Can Be Rude: Doc is the last wolf to try and sugarcoat things. He will tell others what he thinks about them if they get on his nerves, and will often do it in a rude way. He has learned to keep his mouth shut in most situations, but sometimes he forgets to hold his tongue. Doc doesn't have the best manners, either. He will forget to introduce himself, interrupt other wolves, and ignores his personal hygenie sometimes.
Grumpy: Not really a morning person. It's best to avoid Doc when he's in a bad mood, or after he's just woken up. Doc can be sulky sometimes; he dwells on his past quite frequently. He is mostly angry at the Twin-Oaks for what they did to him, or frustrated that he doesn't have regular access to the hospital anymore. Sometimes, however, he will think about his mate. This is when he is the most distraught, and it's a good idea to stay away from him.
Sexist Humour: Most of his jokes are at a female's expense. He doesn't think females are any less capable than males, he just likes to make them mad with his jokes. Or, just to share a good laugh with a male who agrees with him.
A Soft Spot: Doc's never really had a chance to raise pups, but something about their stocky bodies, their two sizes too big heads, and naive but cute questions strike a chord with him. He is very gentle with pups, and treats them nicely.
History:
Doc was just another puppy nobody wanted. His mother, unable to care for him, left him with an able female at Twin-Oaks pack. His caretaker was used to raising multiple pups at once that weren't related to her, although most of them died. Doc, however, was strong and fought with his "siblings" for milk, and managed to survive. After the three-week mark, his caretaker slapped a general cub name on him: Stonepelt. The name had no love or no care in it what-so-ever; it was just an alias for the little wolf. He grew up like any other pup, he played with his "siblings", asked stupid questions, and thought about his place with the pack. Unfortunately, Doc didn't feel "connected" with anyone in the pack, and often felt lonely.
It wasn't until after his first birthday that Doc realized he was different. He knew that he wasn't directly related to any of the wolves in the pack, and that his interests differed from his "siblings". While they rolled and tumbled in the grass with each other, Doc would study the flowers on a nearby hill, rubbing their soft petals on his notes. He found that different plants had different smells, and different tastes. Of course, he was made fun of a bit for eating blossoms, but Doc was indifferent to their taunts. His caretaker took notice of Doc's behavior, and consulted an Astroleger. The Astrolger saw promise in Doc, and asked if he could take Doc to be apprenticed by one of the Appothecaries. His caretaker was more than willing to do this.
After about half a year of apprenticeship, Doc knew more about herbs than some seasoned appothecaries. His mentor decided it was time to take him to the hospital. It was here that Doc would unlock his true potential, learn to read and understand the names of drugs, and become a full-time appothecary of the Twin-Oaks pack. He learned over three-fourths of the names and useages of the drugs in the hospital in a little over a year. In fact, he picked his lunar name from one of the human drugs. The brand name of the drug was Silenor, which he used as his formal lunar name; Doc thought Silenor was a bit of a mouthful. It's the drug's other name, (Doxepin), that inspires his nickname, Doc.
Appothecaries often came to him for advice, and he saw many patients every week. His life changed when he treated the wounds of a she-wolf Hunter named Tree Firelake. A beautiful, blonde and blue eyed wolf, Tree was like no other she-wolf he'd met; she stood up for herself without talking down on others, wasn't stuck up, and actually listened to what he had to say. She visited the Hospital often to see him, and the two would take long walks with each other, talking about whatever came to mind. It was no surprise to anyone when Tree became pregnant with Doc's puppies. Tree constantly reminded Doc that the puppies were going to be raised to be the best wolves they could be, so they could earn their rightful places next to the moon as shining stars. Doc agreed whole-heartedly, and was excited to be a father.
Tragically, during the whelping of the pups in the winter, many things went wrong. At first, Doc hadn't been allowed to help Tree whelp the puppies, but when the complications started, the other appothecaries knew they couldn't do it alone. Several of the puppies were born still-born, and were covered in a unusually large amount of afterbirth. Tree was barely concious during the whelping, the puppies were freezing, and no matter how much Doc tried, he knew he couldn't save all of them. He put the majority of his attention on Tree, and tried to stop the bleeding. It wasn't until one of the puppies started to yip that he became distracted, and went to lick the pup dry. When he was done, he turned back to Tree to see that it was too late. Sadly, the surviving puppy died weeks later due to malnurishment in the winter months.
Drowining in grief, Doc turned to the hospital's drugs to ease his pain a few months after the tragic event. He took several dosages of narcotic pills so he could just sleep, and there would be times where no one could wake him, even if they bit him. The apothecaries alerted the alphas to this problem, and Doc was confronted. He was told he was no longer allowed to go to the hospital, and if he didn't agree to this he would be asked to leave the pack. Doc didn't care, and snuck into the hospital at night. One night, he was discovered by two soldiers, and was escorted from the hospital's grounds. Doc fought the soldiers, screaming something about the moon taking him away. He tore a hole in one of the soldier's ears, who in turn attacked his leg in fury. The other soldier, in confusion, joined in. This is how Doc lost his leg.
Doc was allowed a week to heal, but was then escorted from Twin-Oaks territory. He lived on his own for about a month, livng off of small rodents. Doc went through drug withdrawls; it was the worst he'd ever felt in his whole life. He then was invited into Project Clearlake's pack. They were in need of a good appothecary, and Doc was in need of a place to stay. He settled at the Project's Dump, and made his home out of an old Volkswagen Beetle car frame; Doc knows the best places to rummage for items. He rarely ever leaves the dump; it's the only "home" he's ever had, and it's the place where he's felt the safest in his whole life. If a wolf is injured, they usually have to come to him for aid.
Other:
So... tired -_-
RPer:
Nyroc
His skills and personality are wonderfully developed and he should prove to be a very interesting character. Raven Blackswan should be happy to have someone like him in her pack. Doc's history is very informative and gives an insight to how he became the apothecary he is today.