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Out of Character Information
Name: Ann
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In Character Information
Basics
Character Name: Dr. Leonard H. “Bones” McCoy
Username: doctornota
Fandom: Star Trek XI
Played By: Karl Urban as Leonard McCoy
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Canon Character Section (disregard if applying for an original character)
Physical Description: Leonard McCoy is thirty-one years old, standing about 6’1”, and leanly muscled, with dark brown hair and hazel eyes. He is in excellent shape, thanks to Starfleet’s rigorous standards for its cadets, and has fast reflexes, all the better to quickly assess and react to an emergency situation. He keeps himself looking neat, usually: hair carefully gelled and parted to the side, and he shaves daily. It can be a bit of a different story on shore-leave, when he allows himself to get more stubbly. When it comes to clothes, he has two modes: off-duty and on. While on-duty, he can be seen in his Starfleet uniform: black boots, with black trousers and a black undershirt, as well as a blue uniform shirt denoting he’s a science officer, and gold stripes at the cuffs of the sleeves that indicate he’s a lieutenant commander. Off-duty, he prefers casual clothing, mostly jeans and t-shirts.
Sexuality: McCoy is ninety-eight percent straight. He’s been married and he’s had a child, and in the Starfleet Academy novels, he’s seen hitting on girls, so it’s not like he’s opposed to them. However, as a doctor in the twenty-third century, he understands sexuality is fluid, but that doesn’t mean it doesn’t piss him right the hell off that his exception happens to be Jim Kirk. It’s in the way he goes to extremes to get him on the Enterprise, his sticking by him through thick and thin, even in the looks he and Kirk share. There’s a devotion and affection there that runs deep - and it’s not that anything’s going to happen, or even that it’s requited, because McCoy doesn’t do that sort of thing without an established relationship. But it’s there, and it’s damned annoying.
History: McCoy on Memory Alpha
Powers: Bitching None
Talents/Abilities:: McCoy is an extremely talented doctor, able to keep an encyclopedic reference of medicines and their reactions and interactions in his head to be referenced on the fly, and works very well under pressure. He got his undergrad and medical degree at Ole Miss, and presumably did well enough there to be accepted into Starfleet. He’s also a champion eye-roller and snarker, but they don’t give degrees for that.
Personality: The first word that comes to mind when it comes to describing Dr. Leonard McCoy is "cranky," and it's true, he is. He's sharp-tongued, skeptical, foul-mouthed, and he won't hesitate to speak his mind, no matter how unpopular or controversial of an opinion he might be voicing. However, while it'd be easy to write him off as a crotchety old man who's set in his ways, it simply wouldn't be entirely true.
McCoy is, obviously, very smart. He graduated from medical school and successfully enlisted in Starfleet, which doesn’t take anyone but the best. He has a near-encyclopedic knowledge of various vaccines and their side effects, and knows precisely what hypospray to follow up with to minimize the chances of a negative interaction. He can pull up this knowledge at a moment's notice - while, quite literally, on the run. He's got a sharp mind for recognizing patterns in symptoms and quickly analyzing what that might mean and the best way to treat it.
While he's undoubtedly cranky, cynical, and jaded, he's got his reasons for being so. McCoy's one goal in life was to be a country doctor in a small town where everyone knew everyone else's name, and he married, had a kid, and things were on track. Then the marriage fell apart, and like most things, it took two to tango. While it's true that she cheated, he knows that it was his drinking and inattentiveness that were the incentive to do so, and the memory of that haunts him. It's clear the divorce took a lot out of him: he likely lost his house, a good deal of money, and custody of his daughter, hence why he's willing to go somewhere that terrifies him. Despite all this, he is, at his core, an optimist. If nothing else, it’s shown by his continued work in the medical field - why would a realist or a pessimist continually fight a losing battle to improve the human condition? After his divorce, it's that personality trait that sends him into Starfleet: he has nowhere left to go but up (even though he’s aviophobic). He wears his heart on his sleeve almost offensively, telling people precisely what he thinks of them and the whole situation, and doesn’t hold back any punches. It’s a defense mechanism: if he doesn't let anyone get close, no one will hurt him like that again. Optimists often are the bitterest, since they're the ones with the highest expectations. It's also why he drinks so much, why he likes to face the world half-cut: it's easier to gloss over the disappointments when they're blurry around the edges.
McCoy also respects the rules and authority, but he's not afraid to bend them when his gut tells him to. He's willing to follow the letter of the law when it comes to sneaking Kirk onto the Enterprise. After all, there's no way the rule about a doctor keeping his patient near could be abused. No way at all. When he wants to give Spock a piece of his mind, he's sure to ask for permission to speak freely first. When he's given that permission, he goes off - though he's careful to keep his voice down to keep from bothering the rest of the crew.
Though McCoy has very few close friends, due to his prickly nature, those that he has, he is extremely loyal to. He's willing to bend the rules for them: in the Starfleet Academy novels, he talks with Kirk and Uhura about a classified case, though he's really not supposed to, and in the movie, he's willing to risk big trouble to get Kirk on board the Enterprise. His loyalty likely stems from the fact that he has been burned so badly, so when someone proves themselves worthy of his time, he'll do whatever he has to to pay them back. He's also likely so loyal to Kirk, specifically, because he embodies the optimism and gung-ho that McCoy's own nature won't let him display, but he feels deeply.
Object: His medkit, containing a dermal regenerator, a tricorder, and several cartridges for the hypo.
Reason for playing: I really love McCoy. I love how raw and bitter he is, how contradictory that is with his inherently hopeful nature, and how deeply and intensely his emotions run. He’s really a fascinating wellspring to play, because he’s constantly surprising. In Baedal, I’m interested in putting him in a place where the good he can do is rather limited, how he reacts to being whisked away at a greater being’s whims, how he deals with the existence of actual gods and actual other dimensions that aren’t just Nero’s crazy ramblings. What does a man do when he’s ripped from the one place where he finally feels he really belongs?
Gods: Tovio, for what I would imagine are obvious reasons. McCoy is a healer down to his bones, and even if he tried, he probably couldn’t do anything else. Even if spending time with dogs and the ill would make him sick, too, he’ll still do it, because they’re still people, and they still need to be taken care of … and those dogs still need sticks thrown for them.
Writing Samples
Players may choose to write three of the four writing samples. Additionally, for two of the three samples applicants may substitute links to previously written roleplaying threads of no less than eight substantial replies. We reserve the right to ask for an additional sample if more information is required.
First-Person Network Post:
First-Person Journal Post: This place makes me feel wrong in my skin. Like I don’t really … fit right. God knows I never thought I’d say something as ridiculous as “I miss space,” but I do. Glad Jim’s never going to see this, he’d give me no end of hell for that. But that doesn’t stop it being true. I felt freer on that ship than I ever have here. I guess it was because I knew I could leave, there. If it ever got bad - really bad - I could always go home. Even if I knew I wouldn’t, I had the option. I don’t have that here. There’s fog, and God knows what’s beyond that.
It’s not right, taking away a man’s right to choose his own destiny. Doesn’t sit well with me.
Third-Person Arrival Post: McCoy and Chapel | McCoy and Kirk
Third-Person Action Post: His hands are slippery with blood. He knows - medical training and somewhere deeper, that animal brain that he hates but has to listen to sometimes - there's too much, too much everywhere, it's covering his hands and his arms up to his elbows; it's on his face where he's wiped the sweat out of his eyes, and he can smell it everywhere, that heavy scent of iron. It's almost nauseating, but he swallows, takes in a breath through his mouth. There's a pale echo of blood in his mouth now, he can smell it there, but it's better than getting a noseful of it. He glances up, meets the scared gaze and the too too pale face of the ensign, and presses his lips together. If there's one thing Leonard McCoy doesn't do, it's lie, so he's not going to tell the kid it's all right, that he'll be fine, because chances are really damn good he's not. He won't survive the night - hell, probably won't survive the hour.
But McCoy is not going down without a fight.
He continues working, brows knit, still determined even if a quiet voice in the back of his brain is telling him, oh so quietly and oh so sadly, that this is it; it's time to give up. But the kid could be saved (if, by some miracle, they could make contact with the Enterprise and McCoy could get into his medbay, but these goddamned electric storms that "only happen once a year, no really," are blocking them), there's still that ghost of a chance this could work. One last press, a prayer, and he looks up at the kid again. His mouth is slack and his eyes are wide, staring, the storm overhead reflecting in his blank gaze.
"Fuck," he breathes, the word thin, broken. He just sits for a moment, because - this kid was alive. Five minutes ago, he was alive. An hour ago, he'd been excited to be on his first away mission. Now, he's just - gone. Slowly, he wipes one of his bloodied hands on his uniform trousers (that'll never come out), then reaches out and closes his eyes, though his own are blurry with tears.
He will never forget this life he did not save. He will never forget this moment in which he failed.
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