Owen Harper M.D. (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
weevilroyalty) wrote2012-02-02 11:42 am
weevilroyalty) wrote2012-02-02 11:42 am
Entry tags:
Asgard App
OOC Information;
Name; Lysoke
Personal Journal; Lysoke
Contact; Email: lysoke@gmail.com Plurk: lysoke AIM: lysoke
Other Characters; N/A
IC Information;
Character Name; Owen Harper
Canon; Torchwood
Canon Point; Post “Exit Wounds” (season 2, episode 13)
Age; 27
House; Heimdall
Power; Damage Drain
Personality;
The first impression most people get from Owen Harper is that he’s rude, cold, and painfully sarcastic. He never seems to care how he comes off to other people and those other people pick up on that. This front is, basically, what makes up the surface layer of his personality. Owen often has very little tact when dealing with everyday people, even friends. His sarcasm is a key trait and personal line of defense and he uses it like a knife. Most of his ‘disconnectedness’ spawns from his disconnected mother. This early emotional pain of being ignored is, ultimately, what causes him to push his emotions and feelings down and hide them under a cold, distant, sarcastic exterior.
Although Owen has always been particularly cynical, cold, and distant, this really picked up and only grew worse after his fiancée fell ill with ‘early Alzheimer’s’ that was actually an alien parasite growing like a tumor on her brain. After walking in on the alien having killed the surgeons and the woman he loved, Katie, he grew more angry and spiteful, more at his own helplessness than the alien’s existence. His own feelings of helplessness and not being able to do anything to save Katie, only add another layer of his emotional defenses, or, rather, defensiveness.
While Owen often acts cold and distant, he really does have a large heart, almost too large considering the kind of rough life he lived. Consequently, it doesn’t take much for someone to worm their way past his defenses. This often shows while he’s in ‘doctor mode’. His bedside manner is very good and he’s always gentle with children, patients or not. His very reason for becoming a doctor was to save at least one life, once again showing his more selfless side when it comes to others. However, it can be said his desire to save people added to his cynicism seeing as with every person he couldn’t save he felt loss and pain like it was his fault.
Another side to Owen is his more ‘devil-may-care’ attitude when it comes to his lifestyle. He has no problem with, and often does, sleep around and flirt. Although it’s often women he flirts and beds, when it comes to sex, he’s not picky. This same kind of attitude shows up when Owen is out in the field, tracking and taking down aliens. He’ll often do reckless and risky things even though, it’s clear, he does care about living, only proving that Owen is his own worst enemy.
Samples;
Network Sample;
[Transmition cuts on to Owen sitting at a table, his hands clasped together in the air in front of him as he gives the communicator a serious look.]
All right, so, I haven’t been here long, but, I hear you’re low on doctors considering the number of people here.
I’m willing to help, but, I’ll need a few things to get started. First, I’ll need a place to work, doesn’t need to be anything fancy, just a place that can be cleaned, sterilized, preferably, but, seeing this place, I know that might not be as possible as I’d like so I’ll take what I can get.
Next, I’ll need equipment, tools, medicines, the like. If I can get these things then I can get to fixing whatever ‘hurts’ you lot have. However, I’ll tell you what I don’t need: I don’t need any overly eager or half-trained ‘nurses’ helping me out. I work alone and that’s the way I’ll keep it.
Log Sample;
The alarms blared and the lights flashed, the sound of the radiation venting in hissed in accompaniment. This was how he was finally going to go. Old age was never an option, the bullet wound still open on his chest didn’t get him, it was going to be radiation; he was going to dissolve…and he’d have to watch the whole thing. He could already feel it encircling him and, for the first time since his ‘death’ he was glad he couldn’t feel because, otherwise, this would’ve hurt like a bitch.
Carefully, he sat down on the ground, leaned up against the console that once let him hear Tosh’s beautiful voice, before the radiation ate the circuitry. He wasn’t going to be able to stand soon anyway, might as well skip the falling part. Already, he could tell his vision was going; his hearing and thinking would be close to follow. At least this wouldn’t take long. He imagined Tosh, sitting there in the Hub, crying over his death, and, not for the first time, he wished he wasn’t so dense. They probably could have been a good pair, but he’d been too busy looking everywhere else. That wasn’t the only regret he had, but, it was the strongest in his mind right now; at least he’d been able to tell her good-bye.
The room went black and the alarms faded away proving that the soft tissues of his eyes and ears had both been eaten away. His brain was next and, already, it was getting hard to remember things that had happened. His memory was going. Desperately he grasped for the memories of the last couple weeks, as painful as they’d been at the time with his ‘non-life’, they were now too precious to lose. He’d still had his friends, at least and it was their faces, voices, mannerisms that he kept going over to keep himself sane while the last bit of his consciousness melted away.
Death had come once again for Owen Harper, and, this time, he was ready to face it, the images of those he cared about still on his mind.
Name; Lysoke
Personal Journal; Lysoke
Contact; Email: lysoke@gmail.com Plurk: lysoke AIM: lysoke
Other Characters; N/A
IC Information;
Character Name; Owen Harper
Canon; Torchwood
Canon Point; Post “Exit Wounds” (season 2, episode 13)
Age; 27
House; Heimdall
Power; Damage Drain
Personality;
The first impression most people get from Owen Harper is that he’s rude, cold, and painfully sarcastic. He never seems to care how he comes off to other people and those other people pick up on that. This front is, basically, what makes up the surface layer of his personality. Owen often has very little tact when dealing with everyday people, even friends. His sarcasm is a key trait and personal line of defense and he uses it like a knife. Most of his ‘disconnectedness’ spawns from his disconnected mother. This early emotional pain of being ignored is, ultimately, what causes him to push his emotions and feelings down and hide them under a cold, distant, sarcastic exterior.
Although Owen has always been particularly cynical, cold, and distant, this really picked up and only grew worse after his fiancée fell ill with ‘early Alzheimer’s’ that was actually an alien parasite growing like a tumor on her brain. After walking in on the alien having killed the surgeons and the woman he loved, Katie, he grew more angry and spiteful, more at his own helplessness than the alien’s existence. His own feelings of helplessness and not being able to do anything to save Katie, only add another layer of his emotional defenses, or, rather, defensiveness.
While Owen often acts cold and distant, he really does have a large heart, almost too large considering the kind of rough life he lived. Consequently, it doesn’t take much for someone to worm their way past his defenses. This often shows while he’s in ‘doctor mode’. His bedside manner is very good and he’s always gentle with children, patients or not. His very reason for becoming a doctor was to save at least one life, once again showing his more selfless side when it comes to others. However, it can be said his desire to save people added to his cynicism seeing as with every person he couldn’t save he felt loss and pain like it was his fault.
Another side to Owen is his more ‘devil-may-care’ attitude when it comes to his lifestyle. He has no problem with, and often does, sleep around and flirt. Although it’s often women he flirts and beds, when it comes to sex, he’s not picky. This same kind of attitude shows up when Owen is out in the field, tracking and taking down aliens. He’ll often do reckless and risky things even though, it’s clear, he does care about living, only proving that Owen is his own worst enemy.
Samples;
Network Sample;
[Transmition cuts on to Owen sitting at a table, his hands clasped together in the air in front of him as he gives the communicator a serious look.]
All right, so, I haven’t been here long, but, I hear you’re low on doctors considering the number of people here.
I’m willing to help, but, I’ll need a few things to get started. First, I’ll need a place to work, doesn’t need to be anything fancy, just a place that can be cleaned, sterilized, preferably, but, seeing this place, I know that might not be as possible as I’d like so I’ll take what I can get.
Next, I’ll need equipment, tools, medicines, the like. If I can get these things then I can get to fixing whatever ‘hurts’ you lot have. However, I’ll tell you what I don’t need: I don’t need any overly eager or half-trained ‘nurses’ helping me out. I work alone and that’s the way I’ll keep it.
Log Sample;
The alarms blared and the lights flashed, the sound of the radiation venting in hissed in accompaniment. This was how he was finally going to go. Old age was never an option, the bullet wound still open on his chest didn’t get him, it was going to be radiation; he was going to dissolve…and he’d have to watch the whole thing. He could already feel it encircling him and, for the first time since his ‘death’ he was glad he couldn’t feel because, otherwise, this would’ve hurt like a bitch.
Carefully, he sat down on the ground, leaned up against the console that once let him hear Tosh’s beautiful voice, before the radiation ate the circuitry. He wasn’t going to be able to stand soon anyway, might as well skip the falling part. Already, he could tell his vision was going; his hearing and thinking would be close to follow. At least this wouldn’t take long. He imagined Tosh, sitting there in the Hub, crying over his death, and, not for the first time, he wished he wasn’t so dense. They probably could have been a good pair, but he’d been too busy looking everywhere else. That wasn’t the only regret he had, but, it was the strongest in his mind right now; at least he’d been able to tell her good-bye.
The room went black and the alarms faded away proving that the soft tissues of his eyes and ears had both been eaten away. His brain was next and, already, it was getting hard to remember things that had happened. His memory was going. Desperately he grasped for the memories of the last couple weeks, as painful as they’d been at the time with his ‘non-life’, they were now too precious to lose. He’d still had his friends, at least and it was their faces, voices, mannerisms that he kept going over to keep himself sane while the last bit of his consciousness melted away.
Death had come once again for Owen Harper, and, this time, he was ready to face it, the images of those he cared about still on his mind.