Post by Elliot Reid on Mar 18, 2007 18:05:19 GMT -5
Name
Elliot Reid
Age
She proclaims that she was born in 1978, making her 29, but it has been thought and notified that she may be 31, meaning that she would have been born in 1976 rather than ’78.
Position at Sacred Heart [/u]
Private Physician
Appearance
Elliot has mid-length blonde hair, thickly divided into layers; flickering from platinum blonde to bleach-like blonde and hanging just above her shoulders. Her eyes are the colour of crystal blue, a trait that most of her brother’s possess also. She has an almost-perfect hour-glass figure, and stands at around the height of 5’6. She tends to sport just average looking clothes, though originally during her intern and pre-resident years she tended to wear quite strange outfits; but this phase seems to have passed, and she has usual attire. At work, she wears a trademark white coat over average scrubs. Her eyes are normally framed with thick black eyelashes, tinged to add volume with thickening mascara and a light appliance of kohl; along with very pale eye shadow, making her baby blue eyes stand out dramatically. She normally has a splash of natural rosy pink lip gloss applied on her peachy lips, along with a light tinge of blusher on her cheeks.
Personality [/u]
When Elliot first arrived at Sacred Heart, she was proclaimed as hyperactive and, all in all, a bit foolish; whether it was by being clumsy or by saying the wrong thing at the wrong time. She had been mildly naïve, but had been quite a good intern; receiving good grades for her evaluations from her superiors, despite criticism from all of them when she was performing critical tasks in her career’s daily routine.
However, due to becoming wiser in the department of medical practice; she had changed dramatically from the naïve young intern she once was. She is somewhat conceited from her talent for being quite a fantastic physician, though has been described as being quite cold when checking up on patients; though has recently shown being quite tender towards them, despite her original pre-developed phobia of touching people too much. Outside of work, she is less dominating & competitive, and much more easy-going; and quite the joy to be around, frankly. She is often flitting between romances with different men, which are seemingly on-going. Her most notable relationship was with JD, but at the moment, they’re just friends rather than together.
History[/u]
Elliot is the slightly less-than-proud daughter of Simon & Lily Reid with four brothers, and Simon Reid (Elliot’s father) is a chief of medicine at a private hospital in a medium-sized town in the boundaries of Connecticut, and most of the males in her family are into the medical side of science. She was given her peculiar masculine name “Elliot” because her parents were expecting a male child, rather than a female and obviously couldn’t be bothered to think of a new name for their unexpected female child. Elliot was not treated fairly in her household whilst she grew up, for she always craved her Father’s attention yet was rarely rewarded with it, and her Mother was an Alcoholic and Nymphomaniac. Due to unforeseen circumstances, she and her Father do not speak to each other; as she was refused any financial help after she spoke boldly to him. She rarely speaks to her mother, but on the occasion has no other option. Since Elliot’s mother was often drunk or out of the house, Elliot’s maternal-figure ended up being their Latina maid named Consuela. However, when Elliot was eleven her father had lied to her telling her that she had been killed rather than the truthful version, in which he had simply had her fired and deported from Connecticut to presumably her home country, though this information has not been disclosed.
In the year of 2001, Elliot Reid became an intern at Sacred Heart Hospital which resided far away from Connecticut where her family resides. She quickly gained friends with John “JD” Dorian and Christopher “Turk”, but her relationship with Carla (an attending nurse) happened over a transitional period of time. Her chief resident was Dr Perry Cox, whom treated both her and JD crudely; referring to her as Barbie most of the time, and always questioning her theories on what she should perform on patients at Sacred Heart. She soon became a resident, yet Dr Cox still treated her with sarcasm and sardonic behavior, still referring to her as “Barbie”.
In her third year at Sacred Heart, Elliot served with JD as Chief Resident; before taking off to take a fellowship in endocrinology at North County University Medical Centre, but hastily returned to Sacred Heart. She later became a private physician, receiving double the pay she originally got and with no superiors to tell her what to do with her patients.
Other[/u]
She is said to be prone to phobias, and has a hatred for cats; that apparently attack her on sight. She also is said to have very cold hands, which she excuses with that self-proclaimed fact that she has “very bad circulation.” She is quite self-conscious about her looks, and is often aware of any flaw or vice that comes into view.
She has had an on-and-off romantic relationship with Dr John Dorian, though at the moment they are just friends.
Roleplay Sample[/u]
[I’ve never roleplayed Scrubs before, so you’ll have to suffice with a wolf roleplay sample; my apologies]
They say that the past will catch you up as you run faster. They're right. They're always right.
Sometimes sauntering is the best way to evade the past; although forgetting is the only real remedy, but there's no such thing as forgetting. That's a lie, forgetting is a lie; the whole concept is a lie. How could someone forget what one had seen? Horror, blood-shed, terror…Mental scars that invaded the mind and destroyed legions of happy memories with a single blow; how could anyone forget such tremors? Yet she did her best, she did her best to forget, she did her best to cover up the mental scars that clawed at her mind like a caged animal. She reclined on her haunches, auricles twisting and turning on her head; catching the wind’s whispers that spoke sweet-nothings to her. The mistral had been her companion for so long; Azeri was sure that by now she had developed a friendship with it. Whatever she thought; the omnipresent breeze comforted her in moments of dire melancholy. Her mouth was contorted into a smile, the clear azurian skies were quite a difference to the rainy days Azeri had been experiencing for the past few months; and they made her ever so cheerful. Golden eyes scanned the clear skies, watching the silhouettes of blackbirds twitter through the sky; wings making them soar high in the sky. She wished she was a bird; it looked so much fun! Her tail wagged and fell soft and firm against the grass, flattening down the long shoots of greenery. Her onyx claws sunk into the earth, kneading at it anxiously; waiting for the perfect moment to frolic away into the grass; to perform an array of acrobatics, twists, turns, leaps and swirls; she loved to dance…Or at least, loved to dance the wolven equivalent of dancing. Then the perfect moment arose, as a murder of crows landed on the green grass fields.
Azeri didn’t like crows; she never had, they were murderers and killed the sweeter smaller birds like blackbirds, who Azeri loved watching as they soared through the atmosphere.
Darting off, her long legs gave her the upper hand; and she rushed through the grass, disrupting the flocks of crows and they took off in terrified flight, cawing and squawking angrily as they fled the scene. Azeri chuckled proudly, stopping to watch the crows flee; her tail held high in pride, as her smile broadened on her face as she saw them turn into nothing but a silhouette on the horizon. Her tongue lolled out her mouth in dehydration; her thirst needed quenching, after all, she had been traveling for a good few days with little to supplement her thirst or her rumbling stomach. Well, she knew that she would find little game that she could hunt by herself here; aside from hares and the occasional pheasant, however, the hares normally were faster than her (despite her breakneck speed) and the pheasants normally heard her before she got close enough to catch them, and took off in flight. So she’d have to survive on water for the moment, and she knew that around these parts; there was an abundance of such a substance. Setting off at a brisk (but not insane) trotting pace, she made her way over towards the terrain’s lake; feet pounding down hard on the ground as she moved towards the largest water source. She knew the way by instinct; it was as if it was designed into her, water was the first and most important source for her life. Yet she despised it. Why? True, she loved it with a passion; the feeling of it against her parched throat and against her skin when she swam, but ever so often, she would have a heightened fear. Ever since she had been swept away by the current, she was dreadfully scared of strong water; but serene waters were a joy to her in every way.
But that isn’t to say she felt apprehensive in calm waters; quite the contrary, actually.
She was always scared that the weather would turn for the worst, and she would be washed away; and this time, she would not be so lucky and would drown, just as if she had heavy stones on her paws. But enough of that; this is not the time to think of such depressing thoughts!
Azeri soon reached the large formidable lake, its sheer outstanding blue waters enough to enchant the young female into a trance of magick and splendor. It was one of those settings that occur more frequently in fairy tales than they do in real life. She let the grin on her face broaden ever more so and (almost instantly) Azeri was bounding off in the fields; before reaching the waters’ edge. The reeds tickled her legs tenderly, the grass in between each reed swaying back and forth in the calm and placid breeze; oh how she enjoyed the first few steps of the Summer, just like a yearling pup, it was struggling to gain its stance, but oh, when it did stand, it emanated such beauty and grace it was one of those indescribable moments of your life. Tipping her cranium down to the water, she disrupted it; sending shockwaves of ripples out onto the water as she drank, deeply and full. As she deprived her mouth of more, she looked down at the reflection in the water. A mirror-image of herself; her two golden eyes staring back at her, her snow-white pelt glistening just like Azeri’s did; who was this enchantress who took the form of Azeri just to pretend? She reached out a paw to the reflection, feeling nothing but water; not even anything underneath.
It was an image of her…How strange. She had thought since pup-hood that the woman in the water was just a companion who would never leave her side, but she had found it curious ever since then how it changed just like she did. Azeri stood there for a few moments, before once more quenching her thirst. With her enchanting female elegance against the awe-inspiring scenery, one could not help but think it a fairy tale image.
Crossover?[/u]
Normally I would, but unfortunately; I have never seen House MD.
England hardly shows Scrubs, I was lucky to get the box seasons of it x3
So yes, that does mean someone else can use Elliot for the crossover =)
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