Post by DR. HASTIE LANYON on Oct 3, 2011 14:53:23 GMT -5
Dr Hastie Lanyon
"It Is What It Is"
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00I. full name Doctor Hastie Lanyon
0II. canon or original The Strange Case of Doctor Jekyll and Mister Hyde
III. years of age Twenty-Five
0IV. orientation(optional) Heterosexual
00V. social status Middle Class
0VI. occupation Pediatrician
00I. play by Matt Smith
0II. body type Lanyon is of average height and average build. He has a trim middle, broad shoulders and ordinary-sized feet.
III. height 6’
0IV. eyes color Hazel
00V. description Standing in a room full of people, Hastie isn’t the sort of person to particularly stand out. He is of average height, average build, and overall somewhat average-looking. That being said, if he was perhaps stood in a room full of people, and somebody he knew was looking for him, Lanyon wouldn’t be particularly difficult to find. Once met, he’s not the sort of person one is likely to forget, and his actions around people rather obviously prove who he is.
He rarely stays still for a long amount of time, and constantly fidgets – even at work – but is capable of keeping a steady hand, and staying rather unnaturally still when called for. He will usually talk with wild gestures, which occasionally makes him look rather melodramatic.
00I. overall personality Lanyon’s personality is rather contradictive of itself. That would be the simplest thing to say, at least. He is a rather eccentric man, whose odd ways cause him to be quite unpredictable most of the time. He is easily fascinated, and his interest in something will almost always be either long-lasting, or almost so incredibly thorough that it can sometimes verge on dangerously so.
Many things Hastie will take lightly. He has a marvellous sense of humour, and due to his clumsy nature will possibly always be laughing at himself, anyway. Being the sort of optimistic fellow that many people love to hate, the Doctor is rather suited to his profession. Working with children excuses himself from his own, rather childish habits.
Always buzzing with energy (which is more often than not the cause to his clumsiness), Lanyon is always active. Though living in New York, he chooses to ride a bicycle almost everywhere he goes. But, due to a combined mixture of being easily distracted, living in an exceptionally busy city and – of course – his un-graceful tendencies, it is not un-rare for Lanyon to end up in some form of accident. This makes ‘being hit by a car’ somewhat of a regular occurrence.
Fortunately, Hastie is sometimes blessed with rather unfair amounts of luck, so he usually walks away from such situations with little more than a scratch or two. Though his luck is also quite unfortunate. It is always either terribly bad, or incredibly good.
Obviously, the Doctor is quite outgoing. Being rarely shy (though he may constantly fidget, that is simply as he is a naturally hyperactive person0, he will never hesitate to introduce himself to a friendly stranger. Though, as he is a constant terrible judge of character, the strangers do have a tendency to be not-so-friendly. And though he is definitely not vain or boastful, Hastie is certainly not always modest. He is simply aware of his medical skills, like all Doctors should be. He has a tendency to put full effort into even the smallest of things, and approaches almost everything with an optimistic smile, and hearty welcome.
When the subject is changed to his work, however, Lanyon will hardly seem like the same man. He is completely dedicated when the time is called for, and rarely jokes. Though he rarely disagrees with any odd or strange theories in his day-to-day, ordinary social life, Hastie is very rational when it comes to science. Science is science, and Doctors are Doctors. He almost always disapproves of experimental science, as in Lanyon’s eyes, knowledge is definite. And, though he is often fairly carefree in response to the ‘rules’ of society, those of science he will never break.
He longs to succeed with every patient. Of course he does, as that is only natural. Though, is Hastie does make a mistake, he blames himself rather harshly for it. And an event like that can tend to set the Doctor in a lousy mood for a few days, or even weeks. Sometimes he just sets the bar a little too high.
0II. strengths His copious amounts of good luck.
Medical skills. Lanyon is a very talented Doctor, despite his rather young age.
Determination. When presented with something to fight for, Hastie will definitely, always fight with all that he has.
III. weaknesses Something interesting. When away from work, he is almost unable to resist.
Being hit by cars. It’s always a downside, to anyone, one should think.
The death of a patient. Though he is a rational man (at least when working) Hastie has a hard time dealing with those he was supposed to heal dying. Like anybody would.
A short temper.
0IV. goals A small goal would be for Hastie to lessen the amount of times he is knocked from his bicycle.
But a larger goal would possibly be related to his work, of course. And that is simply to succeed.
00I. notable family & friends Amelia Lanyon (nee Thompson) – Mother, deceased
Adam Lanyon – Father, deceased
Holly Lanyon (nee Terney) – Wife, deceased
0II. overall history
Hastie Lanyon, born in Bath, England, always was an ambitious child.
His father was a successful Doctor, and acted as somewhat of a role model to the boy. So it is not unusual how early his fascination in medicine developed. Since a very young age, Hastie had possessed a life-long desire to become a Doctor (despite the year or two he longed to be an astronaut, of course).
Lanyon had an obvious love for science throughout his youth, which obviously showed through his schoolwork. Always extremely hard-working, Hastie’s mixture of determination and intelligence definitely shows he is his father’s son. Of course, most of the knowledge he received was straight from the mouth of Adam himself, as though he didn’t home-school the boy, the father taught Lanyon a great deal of the skills he uses.
Thus the beginning of Hastie’s life was extremely ordinary. With the family soon planning to move to Scotland – so as the young boy would be able to attend and study for the University of Edinburgh, where his father had been taught – everything seemed perfectly rosy in the Lanyon household.
Until the death of Adam Lanyon, caused by a sudden cardiac arrest.
It was all rather unexpected, and fairly soon Hastie and his mother, Amelia, found themselves moving to Scotland, just as the family had planned to do prior to the casualty.
Though it took an obvious amount of time for both mother and son to accept that the incident had happened (Hastie possibly a considerably longer amount of time), things seemed to continue fairly normally. And with their new life in a new country, and the number of years passing without flaw, the future seemed rather promising. Hastie gained an excellent tutor (a man by the name of Henry Jekyll, whom Lanyon would keep in contact with), did marvellously well in his studies, and even eventually went as far as to fall in love.
It was a fool’s mistake, but the man considered it to be an awfully brilliant one.
Because in his eyes, she was wonderful.
Her name was Holly Terney, and the two were none other than perfectly suited. Though the finer details of the woman herself are unimportant, as it is what followed Lanyon’s graduation that is of value.
The newly titled Doctor Hastie Lanyon didn’t at all feel it was rushing things when he proposed. And a gleeful Doctor Holly Terney shared mutual thoughts as she accepted. Even Amelia was smitten. Though it was obviously an extremely young age for both of them to marry, to those who knew them (and the couple themselves) it would seem sheer madness for them not to do so.
And so life became simple.
Until another accident.
Hastie had never really liked cars. In fact, though he had learned to drive one at the age of seventeen, he felt barely sure whether or not he could remember how to work one. Which was the reason he was absent from that unfortunate crash. One that managed to bring the ends to both of the lives he treasured the most.
With nowhere he wanted to turn, but every option in the world to take into consideration, Lanyon made almost no hesitation before leaving the country. Perhaps it was simply what he did when those near to him died. Ran away.
Only it didn’t seem like running. More like a casual stroll away from the past. And so, he sauntered in the direction of a distant friend. And of a distant place - the city of hopes and dreams. A city called New York.
III. sample post
“Until death do us part.”
A young man sat on a bench. Perhaps not an unfamiliar scene to many people’s eyes. But certainly not a cheerful one.
He was obviously youthful, but his melancholy expression was one with the ability to age a man by at least ten years. One hand was tightly clasped shut, so much so that the knuckles had long ago begun to turn white. If one were to look closely, they would see just a slight sliver of gold beneath his fingers. And if one were to somehow remove that gold from his grip, they would recognise it to be a pair of rings. Those traditionally worn by a married couple.
The man was fairly well-known around those parts. The few people who happened to walk past the bench he occupied shot friendly smiles his way, though he was obviously unable to see them. For he had his eyes focused on the tree above.
It’s colours were rather entrancing. It held autumn leaves of sharp red and gold, and even the bark itself seemed to be drowning in glowing saturation. As the man watched, a few of the papery objects floated gracefully, and noiselessly to the ground. Trees reacted to the seasons, that was obvious.
Perhaps this tree was as melancholy as he.
Losing leaves must surely be a sad thing. A terrible thing, even. But there was one thing both he and the tree didn’t have in common. The woody plant would regain its leaves. A thing that man is unable to do.
Or perhaps man is just unwilling.
There presents another dissimilarity. The tree may also be unwilling to gain his leaves again, but he has no choice on the matter. As the season change, so must he. And all too soon, he will lose those leaves too. It is a long cycle of loss and recovery.
Also like man.
This man went by the name of Hastie Lanyon. The tree had none. It was simply called a tree to the human tongue.
If Lanyon was to sit there for the entire day, considering both the similarities and differences between trees and men, he would certainly miss his flight. For unlike the tree, Lanyon had decided to take a second chance.
He had words to say on the matter.
When a man loses his leaves, he cannot recover them. And many choose to not replace them. Hastie was not deciding to do either of the two, but rather remain a winter tree for a while. Simply moving location. Another thing the tree was unable to do.
The figure rose, perhaps the only movement he had made for a considerable amount of time. Trees cannot express whether they want to regain their leaves. But perhaps if they could, man would learn a lot. Knowledge can be a brilliant yet terrible thing, and Lanyon himself was unsure whether he would like to know it.
For if the trees could speak, they would whisper a thousand words. The subject of which we will never know if we would want to know or not, until the time came.
Hastie turned his back to the tree, and began to walk. For now he would remain in winter. And perhaps after leaving Scotland, he would never see the tree again. He would never know if it wanted the leaves it held. He would never know what the tree would say.
And perhaps that was a fortunate thing.
