Name: Charles Dean Mortimore Chastile Ronald O’Neill the Third Esquire, more commonly known as Charlie
Age: 27 years of age
Gender: Male
Job: A young, ambitious, extremely talented veterinarian with a new practice in Dublin, Ireland. Currently specializing in exotic beasts and animals, more often than not dangerous and endangered carnivores. Produces surprising results for someone who has only finished his studies a mere year ago.
Class: Ranger (two weapons/guns) and Beast Master (panthera genus)
Appearance: It’s hard to describe this young men - the first time you see him, it can be easy to dismiss him with a mop of wild reddish brown hair that looks like it has never been combed properly and eyes that seem to go from having a dreamy, distant look to a powerful, wild and completely insane gleam within them. He has long eyelashes that can be almost feminine and his pale skin is thoroughly dusted with freckles so that he himself appears a peculiar color. His clothes are always in disarray - he has taste and dresses as one can expect of a young baron, always smart and in good quality clothes - but he can never seem to keep his shirts tucked in and sleeves perfectly folded above his elbows. Often, his pants lack the perfection of an iron and his shoes are dusty from arena sand.
Nonetheless, this young man is a marvel with his determined chin and unexplainable energy that often makes people on edge but has a surprising effect on the animals he works with. He is clean shaven and his nose seems to have been broken at one point in his life. He has long, delicate fingers and a well built frame that he hides under his outer appearance. Standing at 6’1, he can be (and most likely) has been described by young women as adorable, possessing a likeness to a well-battered but much loved teddy bear.
Personality: When I first met him, I considered him to be either insane, shy or inexcusably aloof - all valid assumptions considering his upbringing. Upon further acquaintance, I have found him to be a rather intelligent albeit reserved young man who is fully committed to his job and possesses undeniable aptitude to become the greatest in his field. Frankly, I will not be surprised at all if he gives up his veterinary calling to become an animal trainer but he only laughed when I suggested that more prestigious line of work.
He is constantly on the move, researching something new and trying to solve some of the worlds puzzles, rescuing any animal in need. He is humble and kind, able to keep his cool in a crisis, often operating by himself on animals deemed dangerous or destructible. He isn’t perfect - he can be aloof and dismissive, especially when he has no respect for the person and no patience for the topic. This caused quite a few grief for him in the past and has left a scar that I am not sure how quickly can be healed - he certainly is very hesitant to open up and does often consider himself an expert when it comes to animals, specifically to members of the panthera genus.
Strengths:
- Problem Solving - There is no denying the burning intelligence of this young man. He may be young but his mind can rival some of the greatest in the world.
- Perseverance - If he puts his mind to something, he will not rest until he figures it out, sometimes becoming so involved that he forgets to take proper care of his own body. Please be aware of this when hiring him.
- Agility - For all that he doesn't seem like much and is rather slim, he has a love for climbing. It was not uncommon to see him nesting in the branches of a large century old oak, preparing for his exams. Now, I believe he has taken up mountain climbing in his spare time.
- Animal Handling - There has not yet been an animal that this young man could not tame or treat, although, perhaps taming is not the right word. Regardless, he has an uncanny way with animals, for better or for worse.
Weaknesses:
- Bluntness - It requires some getting used to but if he thinks something, he doesn't hesitate to share his opinion. And if you don't like it, then that is too bad.
- Attentiveness - He could be great if only he applied himself to more common things. But alas, unless it is of his interest, he doesn't have much time for it.
- Subordination - I know that your expeditions and conservation work requires discipline but following strict rules and orders is not his strong suit. The more enforced the order is meant to be, the more resistant he is to follow the rules if they are not to his taste.
- Trust - He does not know the meaning of that word. For all his priorities, he will more readily trust an animal than any human being in the world, his family included. This is cause for concern.
Hidden Ability: You know, some people spend years studying felines and remain rather oblivious to their unique language. This boy though….he seems to understand their unspoken tongue. No, don’t expect miracles, he doesn’t sit and talk with them for hours or some other Hollywood crap. He simply manages not to get mauled into cat food much like the Russian circus trainers without the whips and treats. In some ways, he seems to resemble a large cat himself.
Element: Although he hails from Galway and is used to the changing weather, sometimes living through all the seasons in one day, this boy is a lover of the ocean breeze. He simply loves sitting in the wind, the element pulling at his hair, often playful and teasing, sometimes powerful and unforgiving, a true sign that a storm is brewing. As unpredictable as the ocean itself, this breeze affects much more than just the shoreline.
History: This part, I want to tell you in full confidence that you will not share it beyond what is needed. Otherwise, it will be quite the scandal. Charlie was born into one of the most influential clans of Ireland - his uncle still possesses the title of Duke as bestowed to the head of the family in years of English occupation. His own father has grown to be a devout Catholic - and not of the mild, accepting kind. Dedicating his life to God and the greater good, the old man wanted to ensure all his three sons were to follow in his steps and become priests.
Knowing Charlie, it didn’t suit the boy well, causing much conflict in the family. Thankfully, Lord John O’Neill took the child under his patronage so that the boy grew up with his older Uncle, sent to private schools and groomed to be a true high society man. His love for animals was spotted early on and Charlie spent a great deal at the barn and shadowing a variety of veterinarians and trainers during his formative years. His uncle, hoping it was a passing trend, obliged the boy in exchange for enriched classes in biology, physics and chemistry. Learning the Russian martial art “Systema” was also a part of Charlie’s life.
Eventually, Charlie grew up and applied to Trinity College in Dublin to study zoology and from there was readily recruited by UCD into their veterinary medicine program, specializing in exotic animals. Top of his class, he picked up mountain climbing and survival training, focusing on obtaining the Duke of Edinburgh gold level awards. He spent a summer volunteering for veterinarians without borders in Botswana and a few working alongside leading experts at the Edinburgh Zoo, continuing to surprise his superiors and mentors. He never stayed in touch with his father however, the old man cutting him out of his life especially when Charlie learned to hold a gun and ended up quite a good shot.
After graduating among the top five in his class, Charlie immediately opened up his own practice, partnering with a few organizations to assist with tough cases. He has given speeches for young students and works with local shelters for nominal prices. I am not sure if he is still in touch with his uncle - the subject of family is always an undeniably tough one.
Other: While Charlie has been exposed to a huge variety of things in his life, he is by no means a master. Yes, he went on overnight camping trips and lived in less-that-ideal conditions in Botswana however, he is a man of the higher class regardless of how he attempts to escape it. He doesn't hit the gym often and most of his strength is more intellectual than necessarily physical (though with his height and the need to boss around huge animals when needed is certainly present).
Vos iudicatus est
Sample post:
A drop of sweat slowly made is way down Charlie’s temple, damp and salty, leaving a most uncomfortable trail as it glistened in the intense lights of the operating room. The man however could do nothing but glare from the corner of his eyes at the unwelcome intruder, both his hands presently busy in the opened body of a bovine. The operation to remove the kidney stones had been going for a while now and although he was nearly done and the fan in the room was working overtime, he was feeling the stuffiness of the air and the heat of the lamps. Shaking his head in defiance, the man continued to patch up his patient, the light reflecting off his white mask and hair cap, eyes narrowed and intent as he finished the stitching and started to close up the hide.
“Dr O’Niell, the heart rate dropped slightly,” his assistant called to him, standing on the other side. For a second, there was silence as both the veterinarian and the young nurse stood their, listening to the monitors in tense silence, assessing the new situation.
“We’re almost done,” it wasn’t easy to figure out who the man was talking to, bovine or woman, but his voice broke the tension, carrying some calm that always enveloped the operation room. As she took over the clams, Jane Fisher couldn’t help but look at the young man with a mix of curiosity and esteem. Regardless of what was happening, here it was calm even as they worked to revive an animal from cardiac arrest or battled with a deadly bout of colic. She had been so lucky to land this job and observe the young animal wonder upclose.
“Jane, no daydreaming,” the calm reprimand made the young woman blush and come back to the present. Charlie made a mental note to talk to her later about what he expected in his operating room as he easily stitched together the cow’s hide, his hands moving with ease as he threaded the needle, creating even stitches. Time seemed to crawl by at the speed of a turtle, the air continuing to become warmer and warmer. However, Charlie kept going in his usual calm pace, finishing with the stitching and moving on do cover the cut in iodine and wrap it up in gauze. “Done.”
He stepped away, holding up his hands and watching Jane take over before moving out of the operating room and into the bright light of the small waiting area where he hungrily ripped off his mask and inhaled the dry, cold air coming from the air conditioning unit. There was a reason the operation unit and the main veterinary practice had different air flow systems - the risk of transmitting an airborne infection into an open patient was too high and usually, both places had a working air conditioning system. The past few days however saw an upgrade in the operating unit and thus no air conditioning until it could be reinstalled, forcing Charlie and his team to relly on a variety of fans that did little for the heat.
Pulling off the long gloves he had been using and disposing of them, Charlie shimmied out of his operation coat and came over to the sink, deliberately slow as his body tried to regain a cooler temperature. Some days, he really wished he had been born cold blooded so as to adapt more quickly to his surroundings - though the image of a six foot tall reptile with a long tail performing a kidney stone extraction made him chuckle. Washing his hands and splashing some cold water on his face, the young man slipped into his usual white coat and took off the last few things reminding him of the operation - the hair cap and mask that was ideally hanging around his neck. Running a hand through his slightly damp hair, he pushed the door into the hall, his countenance tired but a soft, pleased smile on his face.
“M. Bouivert, I have excellent news…”
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