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Character: Gregory House
Series: The aptly named House M.D.!
Character Age: Forties.
Job: Sensitivity Counselor
Canon: Some doctors have the messiah complex, they need to save the world. House has the Rubix complex -- he needs to solve the puzzle. 'Brilliant' is an understatement, as he has a knack for retaining random knowledge, possessing the ability to infer connections that make a paradoxical sort of sense. He prefers to avoid mundane diagnosis, ditching clinic duty in favor of everything else, and dislikes meeting the patients of his rare cases. He is always quick-witted, sharp-tongued and not afraid to express his distaste for... anything.
House lost a substantial portion of the muscle in his leg, providing him with a considerable amount of agony and the fate of being unable to walk properly without a cane. He is an addict to Vicodin (a strong painkiller/relaxant), which he claims is for "all those times he's in pain" which means "always" and "especially when I have clinic duty". He is constantly at odds due to his maverick behavior with his patients, and moreover his hand-picked team of very competent medical specialists; as well as his boss Dr. Cuddy. (She forces him to do normal doctor things, which he is very adamant in not doing.)
To paraphrase Cuddy: "He'd rather listen to himself talk than listen to somebody else's problems." That doesn't mean he doesn't want to help. He just doesn't want to care.
It's not everyday you walk into the midst of a leper colony. ... Though, it is everyday that I'm told by women to do things I don't want to do. Too bad lepers are boring. I talk, but does anybody listen? Dr. Gregory House, infectious disease and nephrology specialist, requested to arrive at a filthy children's summer camp, directed to help solve a murder. Two purely rhetorical questions: Do I look like I know how a criminal mind works? Do I look like a murderer? Besides all the times I've been charged for assault on poor, defenseless patients who only wanted to kick off.
And that's not all!
Congratulations, kids. I'm your brand spanking new sensitivity counselor. I'll be in unsightly office-shack one. Because I'm such a generous man, I'll be offering my medical expertise as well. How? Well, here's a demonstration. Differential diagnosis for everybody's favourite director? Her problem is she has vasculitis. (Personally, I think it's just because she's a woman. I'd be angry all the time too with funbags to play with and no time to do it...) Who disagrees? Nobody? Anybody got a clue what it even is, or are you just nodding because you think my stethoscope matches the color of my eyes? You? No?
Good! You all fail. Now, if we're going to sit here and discuss everything it's not, I could have stayed somewhere relatively close to civilization, tuned into General Hospital and simultaneously ignored my team of medical specialists. Oh, please. Suggestions, anybody? You're all bright, impressionable minds here. You must have something from the media to spit back at me in an anarchic rage. Oops, did I say impressionable? I meant intelligent.
Enough about that. More about me! As you can very clearly see, (unless you are blind, in which case I will kindly injure you with my cane -- I'm such a nice guy) I am a cripple. As a cripple, I reserve the right to be in constant pain. For that, I take drugs. The drugs are for me, the insulting accusations towards my person are for you. As long as we have that covered, we will get along fine until you do something idiotic enough to merit yourself a whacking from my cripple-stick.
... that, and drugs are yummy.
Series: The aptly named House M.D.!
Character Age: Forties.
Job: Sensitivity Counselor
Canon: Some doctors have the messiah complex, they need to save the world. House has the Rubix complex -- he needs to solve the puzzle. 'Brilliant' is an understatement, as he has a knack for retaining random knowledge, possessing the ability to infer connections that make a paradoxical sort of sense. He prefers to avoid mundane diagnosis, ditching clinic duty in favor of everything else, and dislikes meeting the patients of his rare cases. He is always quick-witted, sharp-tongued and not afraid to express his distaste for... anything.
House lost a substantial portion of the muscle in his leg, providing him with a considerable amount of agony and the fate of being unable to walk properly without a cane. He is an addict to Vicodin (a strong painkiller/relaxant), which he claims is for "all those times he's in pain" which means "always" and "especially when I have clinic duty". He is constantly at odds due to his maverick behavior with his patients, and moreover his hand-picked team of very competent medical specialists; as well as his boss Dr. Cuddy. (She forces him to do normal doctor things, which he is very adamant in not doing.)
To paraphrase Cuddy: "He'd rather listen to himself talk than listen to somebody else's problems." That doesn't mean he doesn't want to help. He just doesn't want to care.
It's not everyday you walk into the midst of a leper colony. ... Though, it is everyday that I'm told by women to do things I don't want to do. Too bad lepers are boring. I talk, but does anybody listen? Dr. Gregory House, infectious disease and nephrology specialist, requested to arrive at a filthy children's summer camp, directed to help solve a murder. Two purely rhetorical questions: Do I look like I know how a criminal mind works? Do I look like a murderer? Besides all the times I've been charged for assault on poor, defenseless patients who only wanted to kick off.
And that's not all!
Congratulations, kids. I'm your brand spanking new sensitivity counselor. I'll be in unsightly office-shack one. Because I'm such a generous man, I'll be offering my medical expertise as well. How? Well, here's a demonstration. Differential diagnosis for everybody's favourite director? Her problem is she has vasculitis. (Personally, I think it's just because she's a woman. I'd be angry all the time too with funbags to play with and no time to do it...) Who disagrees? Nobody? Anybody got a clue what it even is, or are you just nodding because you think my stethoscope matches the color of my eyes? You? No?
Good! You all fail. Now, if we're going to sit here and discuss everything it's not, I could have stayed somewhere relatively close to civilization, tuned into General Hospital and simultaneously ignored my team of medical specialists. Oh, please. Suggestions, anybody? You're all bright, impressionable minds here. You must have something from the media to spit back at me in an anarchic rage. Oops, did I say impressionable? I meant intelligent.
Enough about that. More about me! As you can very clearly see, (unless you are blind, in which case I will kindly injure you with my cane -- I'm such a nice guy) I am a cripple. As a cripple, I reserve the right to be in constant pain. For that, I take drugs. The drugs are for me, the insulting accusations towards my person are for you. As long as we have that covered, we will get along fine until you do something idiotic enough to merit yourself a whacking from my cripple-stick.
... that, and drugs are yummy.