Doc Shepherd
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OVERVIEW
Alias: Doc
Real Name: Malcolm Kyle Shepherd
Rank: Specialist
DOB: September 17, 1948. Albany, NY
Enlistment: February 2, 1967. Fort Campbell, KY
MIA: July 21, 1969. Cambodia
Return Date: December 31, 1999. New York City, NY
Apparent Age: Mid Thirties
Freehold: New-New Amsterdam
Seeming: Wizened
Kith: Chirurgeon
Court: Winter Court
Concept: Street Doctor
Physical description (Mask): Doc appears in an old worn coat with a stained sweater. His brown hair is unkempt and his beard is a few days old…and by all accounts he is a homeless man on the streets of New York City. He has spent the past seven years avoiding the real world and running from the past, but his hazel eyes reveal the only aspect of his character, traumatized by the horrors he has seen…
Physical description (Mein): Doc has become a pale shadow of his former self…the stuff of spook stories. He has become an alien thing, taller now, thin and gaunt, bald with solid black eyes and long delicate fingers. His very touch is cold. His breath…frost.
HISTORY
Then…
Specialist Malcolm K. Shepherd appears to have been a gifted student, born and raised in Albany, New York. His mother was a nurse and his father served and died in Korea. Malcolm won several track and field competitions in High School and showed a talent for biology and medicine. His older brother, Dean, served a single tour in 1967 and was wounded in action. Upon his return home, Malcolm dropped out of medical school and enlisted as a conscientious objector, finishing his BT at Fort Campbell, KY. Private Malcolm Shepherd, as part of the 101st Airborne Division, was assigned to the 187th Infantry Regiment, 3rd Battalion, First Platoon, under the command of Captain Marcus W. Poole. In December, 1967, the 3rd Battalion was deployed to Vietnam. The “Iron Rakkasans” fought with extreme valor in twelve major campaigns, conducting numerous air assaults & search & destroy missions. Specifically, the Battalion is noted for their conduct during the battles of Trang Bang and Dong Ap Bia Mountain.
Malcolm was extremely quiet, and could be found reading the works of William Shakespeare. Further, he was viewed as a good man and a kind friend, more than willing to place himself in danger if it meant safeguarding the men of his platoon. While his firing skills were slightly below average, he showed vast amounts of stamina and an ability to perform under intense stress, compartmentalizing the trauma of a given situation and focusing on the task at hand. Despite his moral objections to warfare and his CO status, Malcolm performed his duties with professionalism and care.
During…
During the Platoon’s initial capture by the Twilight King, Shepherd did what he could for the rest of the Men. With few supplies and constant struggles, Shepherd submitted to every act of inhumanity to ensure that the man behind him didn’t need to. With every friend he lost, Shepherd slipped further and further away…until he finally became something else. A tool. A function. Patching up his friends and foes alike. He was eventually sold into slavery and placed into the hands of the Army of the Bloody Glove, under the command of the Knight Marshall of Silver and Ice…
And Now…
Doc remerged from Arcadia in the middle of Central Park, December 31st, 1999. With little time to figure out what had transpired, Doc found himself taking care of another young fugitive from Arcadia. Within the coming year Doc managed to establish his place in the world, leaving the real one behind and stepping into the Freehold of New New Amsterdam. He carved out a place for himself in the sewers and manages one of several Apple Clinics, providing his service for any and all.
Doc has long since lost his innocence, and his temperament. He has become something of a ragged curmudgeon, with a sour disposition and a cynical, reclusive nature. He helps those he can not because he has some deep altruistic need…but because it is all he knows how to do. His former life is dead…and he is tortured by the demons inflicted upon him during his imprisonment. All he has known, for thirty years, is horror and pain. And thus, with each wound he patches up, he attempts to forget the places he’s been and the things he’s done and seen…
AFFILIATIONS
Motley: None
Entitlement: None
Other Oaths/Alliances:
Brotherhood of Poole's Promise
Armed Service: United States Army
- 101st Airborne Division, "Screaming Eagles"
- 3rd Brigade, 187th Infantry Regiment (Airmobile)
- 3rd Battalion, "Iron Rakkasans"
- Foxtrot Company, "Fool's Company"
- Commanding Officer: Captain W. Poole
- Commanding Officer: Captain W. Poole
- First Platoon "Nomads"
- Platoon Leader: 1st Lieutenant C. Driscoll
- Platoon Leader: 1st Lieutenant C. Driscoll
ALLIES
Candlestick Jack - When I look at him now, it cuts to my fucking core. Cause what he went through...you can't heal that kind of damage. It's a part of him now...and he has to live with it. We all have to live with it.
Clyde - LT was a good man. A good friend and a good leader. Once upon a time, anyway. Now...now he's only a little better than Rook.
Copper - Aint no sound more glorious than that chopper commin' in, taking all kinds of heat. Like some fuckin' Archangel sent by God himself to save our torn up asses...
Elizabeth Ann Sexton - People say she's young and innocent, but no one goes through what we did and walks away unscathed.
Hush - I will never see the world the way he does.
Myo - She may look sweet and act sweet. But believe you me, she's got bigger balls than you do.
Ox - Dumb as a bag full of blind puppies, but you gotta love the simplicity of it.
Paul Swann - Out of all of us, with all we went through, Paul kept his shit together the most. Course that's probably cause his brain is wired differently.
Race - One of the only good men I know.
Rebus - Batshit crazy. That's all I gotta' say about him.
Rook - Scares the living shit out of me.
"The Silver Dragon" - An off-white knight. Good with a blade and good with his word.
Static - I can do wonders with scotch tape and bailing wire. So can Static, but for completely different reasons...
ENEMIES
The Twilight King
The Knight Marshall of Silver and Ice and the Armies of the Bloody Glove
INSPIRATIONS
Calebros from "New York by Night"
Doc Cochran from Deadwood
Doc Codell from BSG
Dr. Leonard McCoy from Star Trek
QUOTES
- "To many believe that facing an enemy in war is the truest act of bravery; they're wrong... true bravery is facing the challenge of healing the sick, the wounded, and the ill." - Horace "Race" Ardent
- "Doc cherished life. So much so that he'd rather die than kill. I wonder if he feels the same way after what they did to him..." - Rook
- "Take a lotta faith t' walk 'round a war wit' no gun. Lotta faith in y' brothers. In y' convictions. In y' soul. Gotta 'dmire fella like that. Still... hope he carryin' now. Ain' no reason t' object t' harmin' them what messed him up so bad." - Clyde
- "Doc did his best to save my legs before they took me away...I always was good at getting myself into trouble. Doc did his best to keep me alive and make sure that trouble didn't stick. It didn't matter anyway as The Marshall made me new legs anyway, but I'll never forget what Doc did for me." - Copper
- "The man certainly has character, I've never seen him even raise a fist in anger. I'm pretty sure that it's people like him they were thinking of when they wrote the Hippocratic Oath." - Paul Swann
RUMORS
Despite his objections, the men of his platoon forced him to carry a firearm.
During Vietnam, Doc used to get incredibly intoxicated and recite Shakespearean monologues.
As a street doctor in NYC, Doc uses his own piss as disinfectant.
Doc is responsible for the gynecological upkeep of the Sisters Nine.
OOC INFORMATION
Dain Geist
NE RST
shadowside21@hotmail.com
Livejournal: http://doc-shepherd.livejournal.com
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