application for endlessprom
NAME: Ann
JOURNAL: _bellisima
CONTACT: thegoodwitch at gmail dot com | _bellisima (plurk)
CURRENT CHARACTERS: n/a
CHARACTER NAME: Leonard H. "Bones" McCoy
FANDOM: Star Trek XI
GRADE: Senior
MOST LIKELY TO: Most likely to cure cancer
YEARBOOK QUOTE: "Good God, man!"
PERSONALITY: Leonard McCoy is, first and foremost, an incurable optimist. He can't help himself: no matter what the situation, he looks for the bright side, and then immediately makes a snarky comment about the unlikelihood of said bright side occurring, so no one will guess. He's also a healer down to the bones, and he's always known he wanted to be a doctor. It's part of that incurable optimism: a pessimist or a realist wouldn't be drawn to constantly bettering and improving the human condition. He’s got a photographic memory for horrific side effects and consequences of typical teenage actions, but it’s because he has such an appreciation for life, he wants people to appreciate and understand it too, and not act like complete idiots. Well, that’s partially why, anyway. Maybe he just likes shocking people, too.
Leonard also believes in etiquette, the rules, and following them (well, except for that pesky having to be twenty-one to drink rule - he's old enough to die for his country and vote, goddammit, nothing's stopping him from drinking). He's still working on the whole Southern gentleman, but he's got the 'holding doors open for women' and the 'not cursing too much in front of your elders' thing down.
None of this is to say, however, that he's anything less than a cranky bastard who will patch you up after a fall and tell you what an idiot you are. He wears his heart on his sleeve offensively, letting the world know how he feels, and using that to push people away hard so no one will hurt him. He's had a lot of disappointments, though small, felt keenly because he's so young. The snark and the in-your-face attitude aren't enough to shield him from everything, but they keep him from enough, and that'll have to do.
HOW WILL AGING YOUR CHARACTER DOWN AFFECT THEIR PERSONALITY? Obviously, Leonard won't be a full-fledged doctor, just an anatomy and medical geek who reads articles in medical journals for fun and loves telling people how, precisely, their stupid teenage shenanigans are going to get them killed. He's going to be less bitter than he is as a thirty-something as well, and every disappointment and let-down is going to be far, far more keenly felt.
AU HISTORY: Leonard McCoy was born in Atlanta, Georgia, to David and Susan McCoy, where his father worked at Children's Heathcare of Atlanta Pediatric Hospital. His childhood was rather unexceptional, filled with the trappings of a Southern origin: hot summers, mild winters, ice-cold lemonade, and coming home from school to a house full of fresh-baked food. Until he was eight, that was all he knew, and all he expected to know. When Leonard was eight, his father received a job offer at the University of New Mexico's Pediatric Hospital, and after much discussion, they made the move across the country. Though Leonard was unhappy with the move, and leaving behind his friends and school, he didn't really have a choice in the matter.
The family settled in Albuquerque easily enough, and though it sure wasn't the south, it wasn't bad. Leonard soon proved that he'd be following in his father's footsteps, excelling in science and math classes, with a knack for remembering things about anatomy and the symptoms and cures of any number of diseases. He also proved to be a little morbid, able to list horrific side effects and what, precisely, your stupid shenanigans would do to your body.
Now a senior at West High, Leonard intends to enroll at his father's alma mater, Ole Miss, and get his doctorate. Life was good - at least, until two weeks before prom, when he was dumped by his long-time girlfriend Jocelyn, who'd been asked to prom by a football player. He was devastated, but now, he's slowly but surely recovering.
THIRD-PERSON WRITING SAMPLE: Bones and Uhura in Bete Noire
FIRST-PERSON WRITING SAMPLE: dear mun