Guy Eldoon profile
GENERAL
[Name:] Guy Eldoon
[Age:] 45
[Gender:] Male
[Marital Status:] For richer or poorer, for better or for worse, he has his wife.
[Sexuality:] Straight
[Occupation:] Proprietor of Eldoon's Noodles, a fifteenth generation family business. Formerly a surgeon with his own clinic.
CONNECTIONS
[Family:]
Brice Eldoon - A wife of noble character, who can find? Guy certainly has, and she's worth more than rubies to him, especially now that he couldn't afford rubies if he wanted them. She married a doctor, with all the long hours and the distance and the stress that entailed, and was his faithful helpmeet even when he failed to bring in the big bucks a doctor's wife should expect. Now, he lives in poverty, and she is still by his side. She's the salt of the earth, and he loves her.
[Friends:]
Eldoon's friends are few and far between since his fall from grace. His greatest allies are the people who eat noodles and support his business.
Phoenix Wright - He has patronised Eldoon's Noodles since Guy's father Stan ran the business. Eldoon has seen him from his days as a plucky young attorney who ran up a tab based on his shiny badge, he has doctored his adopted daughter, he has even played poker with him. And now, he serves him noodles-- still letting him add to the tab he started with Stan. You can't fault a man for needing to eat! Eldoon regards him with an almost fatherly affection, and still happily looks out for him and his daughter even as his own life falls apart. Perhaps it is something he feels compelled to do, having no children with Brice.
Diego Armando - One of the first patients of Eldoon Clinic, and one of the last. Eldoon has always had what one might consider a very unprofessional rapport with the young man from their first meeting, and counted him as a friend before his brush with death at the hands of Dahlia Hawthorne. He stubbornly refused to give up on this friend even after he woke up from a five-year coma a changed man, and has had his faith rewarded these past seven years as he's seen the true Diego Armando re-emerge. He is fiercely loyal to his most loyal patient, and still looks out for him, even if the only thing he can treat out of his ramen cart is a rumbling stomach.
Subject to additions as other characters weigh in on GSRP 2.0 canon.
[Enemies:]
Pal Meraktis - This nasty green onion has been in Eldoon's life since he was a kid, always getting in the way of a good spoonful of life. He has shown Guy up in everything he has done, from building blocks in kindergarten, to financial success with his clinic where Eldoon's failed. Meraktis Clinic one-upped Eldoon, not for its reputation for cutting-edge surgery, for Eldoon at least had the market cornered there, but by offering a sweet deal to the yakuza, with shady billing practices such as offering every tenth surgery free. The gilded Meraktis Clinic still stands beside Eldoon's shack; Guy couldn't afford to move after his clinic went down the drain. His hate for Meraktis is like the burning of a thousand suns, though thanks to Meraktis's multi-storied advantage over Eldoon's hovel, he doesn't even have the one sun. Bastard stole the damn sun!
[Other:]
Viola Cadaverini - He is, to put it bluntly, scared shitless of her and her family. He met her personally years ago, when she was redirected to his clinic on a day Meraktis closed his doors, and she apparently took a shine to him, which scares him even more. Her favour, however, could not save his clinic-- not that he would have wanted to keep his doors open for her.
The Kitakis - Eldoon has a deeply ingrained hatred for the underhanded, and so-called "community gangsters" cook his noodle like nothing else. He still holds a grudge that they helped literally gold-plate Meraktis Clinic while choking a Medicaid-friendly hospital to death. Some community. Feh! He has learned to keep his mouth shut about them in public, however; he does better business in his pa's old haunt: People Park.
CHARACTER
Guy Eldoon has been many things in his life-- from a son to a husband, from a doctor to a cook, from an agnostic to a generic theist to a baal teshuva-- but in everything he has done, he has lived with an aggressive gusto even in the face of life's mediocre rewards for him. He's known from the start it's a hard world out there, and that a man needs to face it head-on, to be strong enough not to be taken by the tide. That, essentially, is what defines him. That is why you still find him standing even after he lost his medical practice.
[General personality:]
To the world at large, Guy Eldoon is a common, crass street peddler-- a snappish, sarcastic grizzly bear of a man who doesn't take shit from anybody, anywhere. Though superficially enthusiastic, loud, and inclined to overshare, at heart he is almost always guarded and on the defensive with strangers on the street.
Play his heartstrings right, however, and one can get a glimpse of his inner nature; though he acts like a grizzly, secretly he's a teddy bear with a heart of gold. He was, after all, a doctor who practiced for his patients and not for his wallet (even if he still dreams of being rich to this day!), and that kind of philanthropy takes a lot of heart to put into practice. In his clinic's heyday, there was more than one patient whose billings were written off when they had no insurance and didn't qualify for Medicaid. Nowadays one might spot him ladling out a free bowl for a hungry man, or counseling his regular patrons on their problems. Despite his cynicism about the rat race as a whole, he loves people as individuals.
Even at his best, however, he is still among the basest of the base-- tactless, boorish, loud. Sure, he'll give you good advice because he cares about you, but you may not like the crude language it's couched in. He loves to gossip, though he'd never call it that-- and certainly would never spread around anything said to him in true confidence. He hates people who take the easy road, or live the easy life. Lily white hands, the kind that show a man has never put in an honest day's work in his life, disgust him. Deep down, deeper than even his friendly persona, he has a jealous nature, and views anyone better than him as an affront to his manhood.
Heading back to the surface however, Guy is a great fan of music, and is especially fond of jazz. The tune he cries the town with sounds more like blues, but wouldn't you be singing the blues in his position?
[Appearance:] ...It's not a bowl, it's a yarmulke! The noodles? A sheitel. Hmmph.
[Background:]
Guy was born the only son of a poor ramen vendor, the fourteenth of his kind. Even working from dawn to dusk, the noodle cart never brought in much money, so the Eldoons often went without-- but there was always plenty of good, salty soup to eat.
One luxury young Guy did not have to forgo was a quality education, provided by the state of California. He met his lifelong rival in the Head Start preschool program: Pal Meraktis, a stuck-up showoff even then. Whether it was building a quality fort or writing his letters, Pal Meraktis could do it better. What made it worse was, Pal did not use his obvious superiority to lead but to follow. He took a great interest in whatever Guy did, then turned around and did it better, the lousy little copycat.
Their association might have ended here, but Pal's parents then proceeded to send him to the primary school in Guy's poor district, for the foreign languages program. Pal continued to maliciously cling to Guy, to follow what he was doing until he was ready to blow right past him. By junior high it had exploded into an all-out rivalry. By high school, fortunately, it had cooled off; both boys had their own separate interests, their own circle of friends. Or so Guy thought...
When they graduated Guy started the premed program at UCLA, on grant; Pal took a year off to travel Europe, before coming home to work on a lousy liberal arts degree. Guy took his Bachelor's and his sweet little fiancee on to UCLA's school of medicine, stubbornly looking forward-- beyond the noodle cart, beyond Meraktis...
Imagine his surprise when he began his surgical residency four years down the road, and got saddled with a nasty little onion of an intern doing a rotation in the ICU. Meraktis had actually followed him into medicine! Doesn't that just beat all!
Guy finished his residency and opened his own clinic-- and so did Meraktis. Guy briefly considered changing professions, but he already had steep bills to pay, and a wife to support, and damn it, there was no way that onion could possibly be a better surgeon than he was.
But Dr Meraktis didn't have to be a better surgeon, once he struck a deal with the Kitakis. Meraktis was rolling in blood money, and Eldoon's honest practice was struggling to make ends meet. Practically the only thing keeping his clinic afloat was the steep medical bills of one Diego Armando, ever suffering from the poison that put him to sleep for five years. He tried over the years to drum up business in unconventional ways-- trolling Livejournal for locals who blogged about being sick, that he might recommend his own clinic, and running for coroner twice to get his name out there. When the yakuza decided that Dr Meraktis's main detractor would never work in this town again, however, not even Armando's monthly MRI scans could save him. Less than a year ago, Eldoon Clinic shut its doors, and Dr Guy Eldoon swallowed his pride and his pa's soup, taking over Eldoon's Noodles from the old codger.
Still struggling with his new place in life, Eldoon is spending a lot of time and energy in trying to make his own great mark on the institution, doctoring the soup, if you will.
[Name:] Guy Eldoon
[Age:] 45
[Gender:] Male
[Marital Status:] For richer or poorer, for better or for worse, he has his wife.
[Sexuality:] Straight
[Occupation:] Proprietor of Eldoon's Noodles, a fifteenth generation family business. Formerly a surgeon with his own clinic.
CONNECTIONS
[Family:]
Brice Eldoon - A wife of noble character, who can find? Guy certainly has, and she's worth more than rubies to him, especially now that he couldn't afford rubies if he wanted them. She married a doctor, with all the long hours and the distance and the stress that entailed, and was his faithful helpmeet even when he failed to bring in the big bucks a doctor's wife should expect. Now, he lives in poverty, and she is still by his side. She's the salt of the earth, and he loves her.
[Friends:]
Eldoon's friends are few and far between since his fall from grace. His greatest allies are the people who eat noodles and support his business.
Phoenix Wright - He has patronised Eldoon's Noodles since Guy's father Stan ran the business. Eldoon has seen him from his days as a plucky young attorney who ran up a tab based on his shiny badge, he has doctored his adopted daughter, he has even played poker with him. And now, he serves him noodles-- still letting him add to the tab he started with Stan. You can't fault a man for needing to eat! Eldoon regards him with an almost fatherly affection, and still happily looks out for him and his daughter even as his own life falls apart. Perhaps it is something he feels compelled to do, having no children with Brice.
Diego Armando - One of the first patients of Eldoon Clinic, and one of the last. Eldoon has always had what one might consider a very unprofessional rapport with the young man from their first meeting, and counted him as a friend before his brush with death at the hands of Dahlia Hawthorne. He stubbornly refused to give up on this friend even after he woke up from a five-year coma a changed man, and has had his faith rewarded these past seven years as he's seen the true Diego Armando re-emerge. He is fiercely loyal to his most loyal patient, and still looks out for him, even if the only thing he can treat out of his ramen cart is a rumbling stomach.
Subject to additions as other characters weigh in on GSRP 2.0 canon.
[Enemies:]
Pal Meraktis - This nasty green onion has been in Eldoon's life since he was a kid, always getting in the way of a good spoonful of life. He has shown Guy up in everything he has done, from building blocks in kindergarten, to financial success with his clinic where Eldoon's failed. Meraktis Clinic one-upped Eldoon, not for its reputation for cutting-edge surgery, for Eldoon at least had the market cornered there, but by offering a sweet deal to the yakuza, with shady billing practices such as offering every tenth surgery free. The gilded Meraktis Clinic still stands beside Eldoon's shack; Guy couldn't afford to move after his clinic went down the drain. His hate for Meraktis is like the burning of a thousand suns, though thanks to Meraktis's multi-storied advantage over Eldoon's hovel, he doesn't even have the one sun. Bastard stole the damn sun!
[Other:]
Viola Cadaverini - He is, to put it bluntly, scared shitless of her and her family. He met her personally years ago, when she was redirected to his clinic on a day Meraktis closed his doors, and she apparently took a shine to him, which scares him even more. Her favour, however, could not save his clinic-- not that he would have wanted to keep his doors open for her.
The Kitakis - Eldoon has a deeply ingrained hatred for the underhanded, and so-called "community gangsters" cook his noodle like nothing else. He still holds a grudge that they helped literally gold-plate Meraktis Clinic while choking a Medicaid-friendly hospital to death. Some community. Feh! He has learned to keep his mouth shut about them in public, however; he does better business in his pa's old haunt: People Park.
CHARACTER
Guy Eldoon has been many things in his life-- from a son to a husband, from a doctor to a cook, from an agnostic to a generic theist to a baal teshuva-- but in everything he has done, he has lived with an aggressive gusto even in the face of life's mediocre rewards for him. He's known from the start it's a hard world out there, and that a man needs to face it head-on, to be strong enough not to be taken by the tide. That, essentially, is what defines him. That is why you still find him standing even after he lost his medical practice.
[General personality:]
To the world at large, Guy Eldoon is a common, crass street peddler-- a snappish, sarcastic grizzly bear of a man who doesn't take shit from anybody, anywhere. Though superficially enthusiastic, loud, and inclined to overshare, at heart he is almost always guarded and on the defensive with strangers on the street.
Play his heartstrings right, however, and one can get a glimpse of his inner nature; though he acts like a grizzly, secretly he's a teddy bear with a heart of gold. He was, after all, a doctor who practiced for his patients and not for his wallet (even if he still dreams of being rich to this day!), and that kind of philanthropy takes a lot of heart to put into practice. In his clinic's heyday, there was more than one patient whose billings were written off when they had no insurance and didn't qualify for Medicaid. Nowadays one might spot him ladling out a free bowl for a hungry man, or counseling his regular patrons on their problems. Despite his cynicism about the rat race as a whole, he loves people as individuals.
Even at his best, however, he is still among the basest of the base-- tactless, boorish, loud. Sure, he'll give you good advice because he cares about you, but you may not like the crude language it's couched in. He loves to gossip, though he'd never call it that-- and certainly would never spread around anything said to him in true confidence. He hates people who take the easy road, or live the easy life. Lily white hands, the kind that show a man has never put in an honest day's work in his life, disgust him. Deep down, deeper than even his friendly persona, he has a jealous nature, and views anyone better than him as an affront to his manhood.
Heading back to the surface however, Guy is a great fan of music, and is especially fond of jazz. The tune he cries the town with sounds more like blues, but wouldn't you be singing the blues in his position?
[Appearance:] ...It's not a bowl, it's a yarmulke! The noodles? A sheitel. Hmmph.
[Background:]
Guy was born the only son of a poor ramen vendor, the fourteenth of his kind. Even working from dawn to dusk, the noodle cart never brought in much money, so the Eldoons often went without-- but there was always plenty of good, salty soup to eat.
One luxury young Guy did not have to forgo was a quality education, provided by the state of California. He met his lifelong rival in the Head Start preschool program: Pal Meraktis, a stuck-up showoff even then. Whether it was building a quality fort or writing his letters, Pal Meraktis could do it better. What made it worse was, Pal did not use his obvious superiority to lead but to follow. He took a great interest in whatever Guy did, then turned around and did it better, the lousy little copycat.
Their association might have ended here, but Pal's parents then proceeded to send him to the primary school in Guy's poor district, for the foreign languages program. Pal continued to maliciously cling to Guy, to follow what he was doing until he was ready to blow right past him. By junior high it had exploded into an all-out rivalry. By high school, fortunately, it had cooled off; both boys had their own separate interests, their own circle of friends. Or so Guy thought...
When they graduated Guy started the premed program at UCLA, on grant; Pal took a year off to travel Europe, before coming home to work on a lousy liberal arts degree. Guy took his Bachelor's and his sweet little fiancee on to UCLA's school of medicine, stubbornly looking forward-- beyond the noodle cart, beyond Meraktis...
Imagine his surprise when he began his surgical residency four years down the road, and got saddled with a nasty little onion of an intern doing a rotation in the ICU. Meraktis had actually followed him into medicine! Doesn't that just beat all!
Guy finished his residency and opened his own clinic-- and so did Meraktis. Guy briefly considered changing professions, but he already had steep bills to pay, and a wife to support, and damn it, there was no way that onion could possibly be a better surgeon than he was.
But Dr Meraktis didn't have to be a better surgeon, once he struck a deal with the Kitakis. Meraktis was rolling in blood money, and Eldoon's honest practice was struggling to make ends meet. Practically the only thing keeping his clinic afloat was the steep medical bills of one Diego Armando, ever suffering from the poison that put him to sleep for five years. He tried over the years to drum up business in unconventional ways-- trolling Livejournal for locals who blogged about being sick, that he might recommend his own clinic, and running for coroner twice to get his name out there. When the yakuza decided that Dr Meraktis's main detractor would never work in this town again, however, not even Armando's monthly MRI scans could save him. Less than a year ago, Eldoon Clinic shut its doors, and Dr Guy Eldoon swallowed his pride and his pa's soup, taking over Eldoon's Noodles from the old codger.
Still struggling with his new place in life, Eldoon is spending a lot of time and energy in trying to make his own great mark on the institution, doctoring the soup, if you will.