Remy Carson
From Changeling Venue
| Seeming | Wizened Chirurgeon |
|---|---|
| Court | Spring Court |
| Freehold | TBD |
| Player | Rachael Poll |
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Alias(es):
Remedy Carson, Remy
Real Name:
unknown
Concept:
emergency surgeon
Location:
TBD
Seeming:
Wizened
Kith:
Chirugeon
Court:
Spring
Mask: Remy is slim and slightly emaciated. It seems as if her skin struggles to hold onto her bones, just this side of being sickly. Beneath her skin is fine thin muscles. Her hair is stringy and wiry, and her skin seems flushed with life, almost too rosy to be healthy. Her ears are too large for her small pixyish features, and her fingers are long and knobby, nails seeming almost perfectly manicured. She reaches an average height, and seems predisposed to not draw much attention to herself. She wears doctors scrubs and carries a book bag with her, her trusty portable medical kit.
Mein: Beneath the Glamour that humans see, Remy still appears thin and emaciated, but instead it seems as if her skin could almost peel off, filmy and sticky almost like gauze. It does not fall off, but one might reasonably say that in the past she may have used her own skin to bandage others. Her hair seems to be the same consistency of Medical sutures. Her hands and fingers are long and slim, delicately built with very good control of motor movements, many of her nails meeting to points as sharp as blades. She touches things delicately and carefully, almost as if she seems afraid of her own appendages. On her left arm she has a strange formation that looks like a serrated blade, as if a bone saw has literally grown from her arm. Her ears are the shape of stethoscopes, each one round and large, the better to hear you with my dear. Having been forced to work without medical tools by her Keeper as a cruel joke, she herself became a medical tool while in Arcadia.
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Founding Member of the Lost Medical Association
Patient History
Do you know what its like to die on the inside? Thats what I feel like every time I lose a patient. I remember their faces, all of them. I can't ever remember where I left my keys, or when I last paid a bill, but I can tell you the name, the face, hell, even the smell of every patient I've ever lost. Losing a patient is losing a piece of myself.
My time in Arcadia taught me that to think that I have any power over life or death is Hubris. It is taking the power of God and saving souls with it. I don't think God will mind.
I lived a pretty mundane life. Early on at University I learned to sleep lightly. I distanced myself from everyone. Friends, Family. I was easy to Take. Life had very little left for me, except for work. But I knew in my bones, deep down to my toes and my soul, that being a doctor was my vocation. It became all that I lived for. I think, for a while there, it literally kept me alive. That is really all I can remember. I remember flashes of images. Things so beautiful that it hurts. Things that the human mind cannot comprehend. And I came back, and now I am different, but I am still the same. And still, I remember their faces and their voices. I remember their screams, and I remember it all with a clarity that haunts me with every step. I see them around me, and know that I failed at saving them. I lost a battle with God. I just don't know if they were ever real or not. I don't know which ones I really did Lose, or which ones were Lost all ready, or which ones I Lost before I too was lost, or after. It's all a huge mess of pain, and I've given up trying to figure it out.
The hardest part is that I wonder sometimes, if it was intentional. Losing them, I mean. Not the forgetting. If I could forget the ones I remembered I would do so gladly. So now, now I travel. I don't try to remember. If I try it slips away like holding sand too tightly. I don't really want to remember. Because then I may know for sure if it was intentional, if maybe I somehow did it on purpose. "You never go back once you are Lost."
Now I'm back. I don't know how I escaped. I don't know why I returned. But I throw myself into fighting a battle with God, day in, day out, because I guess I feel its the only way to redeem myself on the off chance that I am a murderess. And I can hear him screaming still, "Murderess! Murderess!" but I don't know his name, and I don't remember his face. I don't know if he was one of Them, if maybe thats how I escaped, or if he was Lost like me, and I was merely Saving him. Saving him in a strange and twisted kind of way.
I'm not really a fighter, but I know that I give the Keepers a big "F You!" every time I fix one of us, every time I bandage one of us. I stick around so that the fighters can fight, and so that if we ever get attacked we can continue to survive. I'm not sure if its for vengeance. There is no other way in my book, to deal with it all.
Friends, Foes, Patients
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- Elvis O'Connor-He's always got whatever I need.
- Erised
- Evie Greene-Evie and I go back a bit. Shes got the healing touch.
- Stephen Daedalus-My knight in shining armor. Now if only he would actually wear it.
- Vayne Cruxis - One of the fighters I patched up on the other side. Good man, even though he is a bit of a flirt.
- Delphi - Delphi is a strange case. Stronger than she seems, and more stubborn than some would give her credit for. She's been more than just a patient, she's been a friend as well.
- The Innkeepers - Remy has reached an agreement with a few innkeepers regarding medical care, and she strongly supports their organization.
- Cormac - He's trying to figure it all out still, and doing a better job than most.
- Wayland Smith - Remy sewed him up after a particularly nasty gladitorial combat. Wayland has had a soft spot in his crusty dwarven heart for her since.
- Reverie - Reverie is peace. Reverie is a home away from home.
- Thorndale Manor - Is one of the places that Remy visits fairly regularly to help out Clara, the Clinics owner.
- Static - Sometimes the hurt comes from inside and that is always harder to fix.
- Thorn - Sewn together after the rougher attentions of his vain Keeper, The Dragoon
Previously Existing Conditions
Claire Beauchamp (Outlander, Diana Gabaldon)
Hawkeye Pierce (M*A*S*H)
The Songs of Heaven and Hell
Drilled a wire through my Cheek-Blue October
Yeat's Grave-Cranberries
Octopus's Garden-The Beatles
Scarecrow-Beck
Set The Fire To The Third Bar-Snow Patrol
You Could Be Happy-Snow Patrol
Uninvited-Alanis Morissette
Dancing Barefoot-Patti Smith
Ant music-OK Go
Hurt-Johnny Cash
So Real-Jeff Buckley
Make Yourself-Incubus
Give me Novicane-Green Day
Nacolepsy-Third Eye Blind
Champaign Supernova-Oasis
Doctor's Notes
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"In case you haven't noticed, this is ugly, this is not exciting. " Remy
"Ickle spickle Remy, with needle full of black. Did you batt an eyelash as you stuck it in me back? Now you're hiding quick, watching in the dark. But worry not my pretty, for I have felt the spark." - Jack Sprat
"Remy fusses over me like very few other people do. It doesn't matter how careful I was, she always expects me to have been more so. Still, she keeps patching me back up regardless of how bad I come in, so I can't give her too much hell" - Stephen Daedalus
"She learned to stop trying to fix it, just to give me the gauze, the painkillers and the tape. And she doesn't ask. Which is what most street docs need to learn." - die Rattenkonigin
"While I adore Remy, I hate seeing her. If she's around, I usually have to do far more work than usual. That, and she has trouble pronouncing German names." - Dr. Emil Zahne
"A friendly face, a skilled set of hands, and always welcome under my roof. Just be sure to let her savor that first espresso; she's worth the wait." ~ Erised Inn Keeper of Reverie
"I don't know the doc personally, but that doesn't matter. You patch people up, you rock in my book. There are plenty of us who are out there getting bust up and not enough people puttin' us back together." - Kei, The Margrave
Differential Diagnosis
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Remy is perfectly sane.
Remy isn't actually a doctor. She just likes to play it.
