Post by Malcolm Rowe on Mar 9, 2015 20:05:36 GMT -5
Biological Information
Name: Malcolm Rowe
Gender: Male
Date of Birth (Age): July 8, 1981 [34 years old]
Height: 6’2”
Hair: Light brown that goes to a golden blonde at the tips, and rather curly.
Eyes: Light brown
Anything Else of Note: A few scars here and there are scattered over his body from various misadventures. He sometimes makes jokes about the entire map of Middle Earth being tattooed on his scalp under his hair, but that’s a lie. He has almost gotten a tattoo on several occasions but always back out at the end. Health-wise, he is prone to nose-bleeds, but has learned how to handle them with ease. Malcolm doesn’t have any known allergies.
Professional Information
Occupation: Surgeon
Organization: Stargate Command
Rank (If Applicable): GS-13
History
Personal History: Malcolm was born into a bit of a broken home. His mother was always gone working at the restaurant, and his father was never around. He spent most of his time following his older brother - Alan - around. When his father did show up, there was always a fight between his parents. Yelling, breaking things, threats to call the police. Alan would normally either take him for a walk, or play music for the kid to keep him from hearing their words. It was a less than ideal way to grow up.
His mother did try, however. Whenever she was able to get a bit of time off of work, she did what she could for her kids. They often would go off on trips to the shore to just watch the water for a few hours, while having a picnic. Other times she would throw a small surprise party for her kids with no real event in mind.
At age twelve, Malcolm’s mother died due to a drunk driver striking her car while she was driving home from work. Since Alan was eighteen at the time, he took legal guardianship of Malcolm, and got a second job to help cover the charges of living. With a studio apartment for the two of them, they made it work.
When it came time for college for Malcolm, he was accepted into the University of Edinburgh - which Alan pushed him to actually accept. While tuition is free for residents of Scotland - housing, food, and the like were not. With the help of some very nice loan people who he would owe a truckload of money to later in life, Malcolm made it work.
Thanks to a fascination he had for fixing things early in life, he went for a PreMed degree, which ended up pulling him onto the track of becoming a surgeon. Malcolm had a natural skill for how the human body worked and its small intricacies. His talent became more and more apparent as time wore on - especially once he started his residency at Aberdeen Royal Infirmary. His skills as a surgeon was also noticed by the Stargate program. In late 2014, he received a job offer that felt like a bit of a step up from working at a hospital in Scotland. He agreed, and set it up so most of his earnings were sent to his brother.
Family:
Training and Education:
Service Record: Briefly worked for Stargate Command before being transferred to the USS Thor.
Skills: Being a damn good surgeon, stupid magic tricks, making things work with limited tools, keeping a smile on his face when there’s no reason to, dancing badly, having hair that defies the laws of gravity, double-jointed thumbs, not trying at all with karaoke, puzzles, guitar - only a hobby, amazing at stick figures, purposefully bad handwriting, and having a distressingly distinct laugh.
Personality: Malcolm started off a rather quiet and sweet boy. After his mother’s death, however, he overcompensated by becoming much louder and sarcastic. As his intelligence became more and more apparent, he also grew a rather large ego that he enjoys rubbing in everyone’s faces on a somewhat regular basis. He has since (mostly) learned when to put it away, however, knowing that there is a time and a place for pointing out how brilliant he is.
When it comes to his patients, however, Mal knows how to turn off the snark and ego (for the most part) and actually make sure that the people he helped treat are doing okay. Though he’s a surgeon and not a general practitioner, he normally still takes interest in the people he treats, and does what he can to make them smile - especially if they’re scared right before a surgery.
He’s not a fan of talking about his past, but a film-noire-esk shadow won’t form over his face if he has to. Typically he’ll explain what he has to, mixing in a joke to lighten the mood. While he doesn’t let his past burden him to the point of not being able to live in the present, he still carries it around with him. Because of his father being basically a homeless addict, he has never had any form of drugs in his entire life. He also has never had alcohol, thanks to both his father’s addiction problems and how his mother was killed.
Ancient Gene: No
Other Information
Play By: Sam Claflin
Name/Country: Hayles/’Merica
Roleplay Experience: About ten years
Roleplay Example:
2100
Scotland
Malcolm's Apartment
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Name: Malcolm Rowe
Gender: Male
Date of Birth (Age): July 8, 1981 [34 years old]
Height: 6’2”
Hair: Light brown that goes to a golden blonde at the tips, and rather curly.
Eyes: Light brown
Anything Else of Note: A few scars here and there are scattered over his body from various misadventures. He sometimes makes jokes about the entire map of Middle Earth being tattooed on his scalp under his hair, but that’s a lie. He has almost gotten a tattoo on several occasions but always back out at the end. Health-wise, he is prone to nose-bleeds, but has learned how to handle them with ease. Malcolm doesn’t have any known allergies.
Professional Information
Occupation: Surgeon
Organization: Stargate Command
Rank (If Applicable): GS-13
History
Personal History: Malcolm was born into a bit of a broken home. His mother was always gone working at the restaurant, and his father was never around. He spent most of his time following his older brother - Alan - around. When his father did show up, there was always a fight between his parents. Yelling, breaking things, threats to call the police. Alan would normally either take him for a walk, or play music for the kid to keep him from hearing their words. It was a less than ideal way to grow up.
His mother did try, however. Whenever she was able to get a bit of time off of work, she did what she could for her kids. They often would go off on trips to the shore to just watch the water for a few hours, while having a picnic. Other times she would throw a small surprise party for her kids with no real event in mind.
At age twelve, Malcolm’s mother died due to a drunk driver striking her car while she was driving home from work. Since Alan was eighteen at the time, he took legal guardianship of Malcolm, and got a second job to help cover the charges of living. With a studio apartment for the two of them, they made it work.
When it came time for college for Malcolm, he was accepted into the University of Edinburgh - which Alan pushed him to actually accept. While tuition is free for residents of Scotland - housing, food, and the like were not. With the help of some very nice loan people who he would owe a truckload of money to later in life, Malcolm made it work.
Thanks to a fascination he had for fixing things early in life, he went for a PreMed degree, which ended up pulling him onto the track of becoming a surgeon. Malcolm had a natural skill for how the human body worked and its small intricacies. His talent became more and more apparent as time wore on - especially once he started his residency at Aberdeen Royal Infirmary. His skills as a surgeon was also noticed by the Stargate program. In late 2014, he received a job offer that felt like a bit of a step up from working at a hospital in Scotland. He agreed, and set it up so most of his earnings were sent to his brother.
Family:
- Meghan Rowe - Mother - 60 years old - professionally trained chef - deceased
- Edmund Rowe - Father - 59 years old - homeless/addict - likely deceased
- Alan Rowe - Brother - 40 years old - fisherman - alive
Training and Education:
- PreMed from the University of Edinburgh [1999-2003]
- Medical School from University of Aberdeen [2003-2007]
- Residency at Aberdeen Royal Infirmary [2007-2012]
Service Record: Briefly worked for Stargate Command before being transferred to the USS Thor.
Skills: Being a damn good surgeon, stupid magic tricks, making things work with limited tools, keeping a smile on his face when there’s no reason to, dancing badly, having hair that defies the laws of gravity, double-jointed thumbs, not trying at all with karaoke, puzzles, guitar - only a hobby, amazing at stick figures, purposefully bad handwriting, and having a distressingly distinct laugh.
Personality: Malcolm started off a rather quiet and sweet boy. After his mother’s death, however, he overcompensated by becoming much louder and sarcastic. As his intelligence became more and more apparent, he also grew a rather large ego that he enjoys rubbing in everyone’s faces on a somewhat regular basis. He has since (mostly) learned when to put it away, however, knowing that there is a time and a place for pointing out how brilliant he is.
When it comes to his patients, however, Mal knows how to turn off the snark and ego (for the most part) and actually make sure that the people he helped treat are doing okay. Though he’s a surgeon and not a general practitioner, he normally still takes interest in the people he treats, and does what he can to make them smile - especially if they’re scared right before a surgery.
He’s not a fan of talking about his past, but a film-noire-esk shadow won’t form over his face if he has to. Typically he’ll explain what he has to, mixing in a joke to lighten the mood. While he doesn’t let his past burden him to the point of not being able to live in the present, he still carries it around with him. Because of his father being basically a homeless addict, he has never had any form of drugs in his entire life. He also has never had alcohol, thanks to both his father’s addiction problems and how his mother was killed.
Ancient Gene: No
Other Information
Play By: Sam Claflin
Name/Country: Hayles/’Merica
Roleplay Experience: About ten years
Roleplay Example:
2100
Scotland
Malcolm's Apartment
"So...I've got a new job," Malcolm paced the floor of his small living room, running a hand through his rather poofy hair. On the phone was his brother's wife, Martha, who had become like family to him over the years. Alan was off on a fishing trip, but the surgeon didn't know when he could next be able to call. Plus he just wanted to tell someone.
"Oh really? New hospital? I thought you liked--"
"Uh no," he shook his head, even though he was quite aware she couldn't see, "No, no. Well, yes. Kind of. I'll be goin' to the States, Martha."
"...But why would you want to do that?"
"You know, I would normally agree with ya, but this job...well I can't tell ya much. Sorry, love. But just know that it's a big step for me and--"
"...Why can't you tell me anything, Mal? Are you in trouble? Are--"
"Oh for pete's sake, Martha. I'm not in trouble. I got offered a job in some secret things that I'm not allowed to tell you about. But just know I'll be doing some really great stuff and...well I'll be traveling for the next bit of time so I figured I should tell someone. I'm going to be sending some of what I'm making your, Alan, and little Meghan's way," he smiled as he spoke, still damn proud of his brother for having such a nice little family, "And don't bother fighting me on this, Martha. I've already got it setup. And it's American Government stuff, so it'll probably cost me an arm and a leg to try to change it," he laughed to himself.
"What about your apartment?"
The distant sound of mouth-made spaceship noises from young Meghan, caused Malcolm's smile to widen. If only that little girl knew what he did, she would probably scream and jump up and down.
"I have a friend takin' care of it. They'll be callin' ya tomorrow to offer anything you want from it, that I'm not taking with me."
"You're just getting rid of everything?"
"You know I hate stuff, Martha. And I have too much stuff. I don't need stuff. So, I'm taking this as an opportunity to start over."
"Alright. I guess I understand. Meghan! Meghan no that doesn't--...Is it alright if I let you go, Mal? She's feeling rather...scifi inspired tonight, at the cost of the dog. Give us a call when you're safe in the States. Alan will be back in the next few days, I believe."
"Love ya, Martha."
"Oh shove off, and fly safe."
Smiling to himself, he let his body fall onto his couch, realizing he had some decisions he needed to make when it came to packing. Clothes would obviously come. His guitar because a man needed his hobbies. Computer and other electronics too. The handful of books he actually bothered buying in physical form would probably come. And...that was still quite a lot to get from Scotland to Colorado. Glad he didn't have a pet to deal with, the surgeon threw himself to his feet to begin a likely sleepless night of packing.
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