Post by Dr. Tristan Gates on Oct 12, 2008 22:54:18 GMT -5
Name: Tristan Elaine Gates (Tris, Lulu, Gates)
Position: Doctor
Age: 28
Gender: female
General Appearence: Tristan has long,thick black hair, pale skin, and piercing, ice blue eye. She has an eyebrow ring above her left eye and a tongue stud. She is fairly short and thin in stature.
Personality: Generally quite and fairly shy, Tristan tends to keep to herself. She has a quick but mellow temper and can be extremely stubborn. She is quick-witted and pretty sarcastic
History: Growing up in inner-city New York, Tristan learned to fend for herself. She was accepted into med school and graduated at the age 26. She is fresh out of her residency and ready to start her career as a doctor
Other: Plays guitar, obsesses over music
RPG Sample: Jolting awake, she tried to regulate her breathing. Her thoughts spun around her head, untamable. The nightmares, so real, so vivid. Like they'd actually happened. It took all she had to convince herself that it was only her imagination, refusing to let her forget her past. Yet she knew that sleep at this point was futile. Instead of lying back down, she rolled out of bed to make some coffee.
Position: Doctor
Age: 28
Gender: female
General Appearence: Tristan has long,thick black hair, pale skin, and piercing, ice blue eye. She has an eyebrow ring above her left eye and a tongue stud. She is fairly short and thin in stature.
Personality: Generally quite and fairly shy, Tristan tends to keep to herself. She has a quick but mellow temper and can be extremely stubborn. She is quick-witted and pretty sarcastic
History: Growing up in inner-city New York, Tristan learned to fend for herself. She was accepted into med school and graduated at the age 26. She is fresh out of her residency and ready to start her career as a doctor
Other: Plays guitar, obsesses over music
RPG Sample: Jolting awake, she tried to regulate her breathing. Her thoughts spun around her head, untamable. The nightmares, so real, so vivid. Like they'd actually happened. It took all she had to convince herself that it was only her imagination, refusing to let her forget her past. Yet she knew that sleep at this point was futile. Instead of lying back down, she rolled out of bed to make some coffee.