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A P P L I C A T I O N
Player
Name: Rica
Livejournal Username: reveillez
E-mail: baratiesbest(at)gmail(dot)com
AIM/MSN: AIM - SobaFish
Timezone: GMT+1
Current Characters in Route: N/A
Character
Name: Benjamin Franklin "Hawkeye" Pierce
Series: M*A*S*H
Timeline: post-series
Canon Resource Links: Wiki to the series and Wiki to the character
Personality:
Hawkeye's strongest personality trait is his sense of humor. Everything and anything can and will be made into a joke - the war, the bad food, the war, the rats, the war, the living conditions, the war, body odor, the war. Did I mention the war? His wit is an important part of who he is and acts not only as a morale boost but also as a defense mechanism against the insanity that is the Korean Police Action - Radar once described it as "fighting against the war" and if it's one thing Hawkeye Pierce can't stand it's this bloody war. He's a pacifist forced to dress up as a soldier.
In the beginning he's childish, even light-hearted but as time passes he becomes more and more jaded and bitter, which also reflects in his actions and most of all his wit. What used to be childish pranks and juvenile snark soon turns into a biting satiric commentary on the hell he's forced to live in. At the end of the series his sense of humor is the only lifeline to sanity he has and at times not even that is enough. Hawkeye's confident exterior cracks more than once during the three years he serves in Korea and he finally ends up in the psychiatric ward at Tokyo General after an incident where he saw a mother kill her own child right before his eyes. His psyche is possibly stronger than most but he's been damaged by the horror of standing at an assembly line for days on end, putting together kids not old enough to shave. While his sense of humor acts as a shield against this it also does a great deal of damage. Most of the time he acts as if he's invincible, pushing the stress and fatigue to the very back of his head in order to keep doing his job - there's simply not enough time to worry about your own mental health when there's lives on the line. This often results in sleepless nights, nightmares and mysterious physical problems directly related to the stress of the war.
Lives on the line - that is one thing that is always at the very front of Hawkeye's mind and nothing can keep him from doing his duty as a doctor. He's been known to brave sniper fire, direct orders, threats of a court martial, shelling and pretty much anything else the war can throw his way in order to save a life, regardless of which side the wounded soldier belongs to. Politics mean very little to the good doctor in comparison to the worth of human lives and this admirable view has landed him in hot water more than once. He's even gone as far as performing unnecessary surgery in order to prevent more bloodshed, something his conscience paid for dearly.
His duty as a doctor isn't the only thing Hawkeye won't budge on. He also has some very strong opinions about pretty much everything - like I mentioned before he's a pacifist forced to dress up as a soldier and that is definitely a reoccurring topic in Hawkeye Pierce's ranting arsenal. Be it the unnecessary bloodshed or the ridiculous bureaucracy he definitely has something to say about it and he will voice those opinions - loudly. Hawk has virtually no respect for rank and once he gets worked up there's no telling what he'll do. Crashing a generals press conference in order to get an incubator? No sweat. Go AWOL and drive half-way across Korea to shout at the people working on the peace treaty? He'll do it and surprisingly enough get away with it more often than not. Personal safety is another thing that has to take a backseat to his opinions - even though he's stationed three miles from the front he refuses to carry a gun, no matter how dangerous the situation might be. As he himself says: "I will heal their wounds, I will bind their wounds but I will not inflict their wounds."
Strong opinions aside, Hawkeye is in general a very tolerant man. Rank, social standing, political views, ethnicity - none of that matters all that much to him. A human is a human is a human and if that human happens to be fairly decent he will treat the person just like he'd treat anyone else. There's no discrimination when it comes to Hawkeye and he often goes out of his way to help those screwed over by the war. If he can help in some way he will and he often takes other peoples personal problems on his own shoulders. Be it cheering up a disheartened camp mate or arranging free supplies to the orphanage he'll lie, steal and cheat his way to the result he himself thinks is right. Most of the time this is simple, like offering a willing ear and an empty shoulder. Hawkeye is, in short, a very empathic man which in the end gives him a lot of grief. There's only so much suffering one man can take.
All work and no play makes Ben a very dull boy and Hawk is far from dull. In connection to his sharp wit and childish sense of humor he's also a devoted practical joker, often playing elaborate tricks on the rest of the camp or dressing up as Groucho Marx while making his rounds in Post-Op. That's not his only hobbies though - oh no. Drinking is another great way to pass time at the 4077th and Hawk does his fair share of that to kill not only the dread but also his liver and his feelings - in that order. While he's not exactly handy he's been able to build a working still not once but twice and he prides himself on his martinis since they "only carry a slight aftertaste of lighter fluid."
Womanizing is another reoccurring theme in Hawk's life and he's an incurable romantic. There isn't a nurse in camp that he hasn't tried to woo at least once, with varying results. Most of the time he comes on way too strong but the man does have a certain charm and while his luck with women is questionable at best he does have his moments. Despite his love for women Hawkeye has some severe issues with commitment, to the point of panicking whenever the talk of marriage or even just a serious relationship comes up. He's not a one-woman man but when he does fall in love he's loyal to a fault. Generally he's kind and treats his flirts well, pampering them with treats or gifts but because of his own great ego he can come on a bit too strong and be downright insensitive at times.
Strengths/Weaknesses:
STRENGTHS
+ Extremely good medical skills. Specializes in thoracic surgery.
+ Good at handling stressful situations. He can keep a cool head in a crisis
+ Some reluctant leader skills. Hawk is a charismatic man and he can take charge if he really needs to.
+ Strong moral guidelines - he's not afraid to break rules (or jaws) in order to do the right thing.
+ Very tolerant towards people that are different to him.
+ Good for morale - he generally manages to maintain a cheerful, humorous disposition even when the going gets rough.
+ Very loyal to those that have proven themselves worthy of his loyalty. It doesn't take much.
+ Has experience building stills.
WEAKNESSES
- Can't build anything other than stills. Seriously, Hawk is not good with technology of any kind, be it fixing a broken car engine or putting together a busted incubator. It's more likely to break even more or blow up in his face than him actually fixing something.
- He's from the early 50's. 'nuff said.
- Can be really self-centered and arrogant at times. A bit of a bastard sitting on a high horse, so to speak.
- Suffers from claustrophobia.
- Although he's good at dealing with stress that stress can affect him physically from time to time, in very bad ways. Back-aches, sneezing, sleep-walking, full-body rash… his mind is good at playing tricks on his body.
- Speaking of mind - his mental health is uh. Not the best.
- No respect for Authority, unless Authority has earned it. is that even a bad thing
Pokémon Information
Affiliation: Breeder
Starter: Psyduck
Password: Grape Jelly
Samples
First Person Sample:
[VOICE]
[There is fumbling and static, as there so often is when you're trying to figure out technology a few decades more advanced than anything you've ever seen before. After a moment the feed clears up and a mans voice comes through. It's kind of obvious that he's not entirely sure how the Pokégear works or if there's actually a transmission going on (this is no two-way radio) but that doesn't stop him from yammering on to the small audience he does have.]
--esting, testing. Calling Doctor Freedman. Doctor Freedman, please report to my psyche.
Psy!
You're shorter than I remember. Seems like you got a touch of Hepatitis too… yellow really is your color.
Psy! Psy!
You're welcome. (…) I wonder what dear old Sidney would say to all this. Probably something like… [a pause as he clears his throat before putting on his best Sidney Freedman impersonation] "What do you think I'd say about all this?" He was a really terrific psychiatrist y'know, especially for all the work he wasn't doing. The kind of guy you really want around to share a bag of bananas, crackers and nuts with… but I guess I'm stuck with you. You'd think my subconscious would have the decency to give me Gene Tierney.
Psy!
At least you got the overbite ri-
[and the feed cuts off just as abruptly as it started. Someone found the off switch.]
Third Person Sample:
There was something to be said about waking up to an air raid alarm.
Or actually… it wasn't an air raid at all. Not the shriek of a Stuka (that he luckily never heard in person but plenty of times on 16 mm documentaries) or the familiar howl of the PA system echoing over the compound. This was more contained. Smaller. Tinnier, but just as annoying if not more and no matter how deep he burrowed under the pillows he simply couldn't muffle it out and for a brief moment Hawkeye started to wonder if someone had managed to extract Frank's more annoying qualities and scratch them onto a record. It didn't take long before he was ruthlessly pulled out of the last desperate hold on sleep and once he got that far he might as well find the source of the annoyance and take it out of its misery. Sure enough, he soon located the alarm and turned it off (if by "turn off" you mean groggily swipe at it until it fell to the floor and shut itself up) before reluctantly getting out of bed. A yawn, a stretch, a glance in the direction where he'd normally find Beej---
This wasn't the Swamp.
This was also not his bedroom in Crabapple Cove. Or his cell-like habitat at the Laughing Academy in Tokyo. In fact, it wasn't any place he recognized at all and under different circumstances that might not have been a cause of worry (martinis had a habit of short-circuiting your short term memory after all) but after the last few crazy weeks Hawkeye wasn't one to take chances when it came to mental stability and he could already feel a very distinct, very cold sense of panic spread out through his chest. There was something strange going on here and he wouldn't find out much more if he stayed cooped up in the bedroom and so Hawkeye stumbled down the stairs, practically crashing into the very lovely lady that was waiting for him at the bottom. He barely had time to reflect that she acted more like his mother than his wife or girlfriend or any other rational figment of his imagination before she handed him a bag and ushered him out the door, effectively closing and locking it behind him.
Huh.
Sidney would have a field day with this one.
Well. Here he was. Confused and disoriented with a bag in his hand and a slowly emerging head ache. There had to be some explanation to all this, he'd been fine, he was on his way home for Christ sake! There was no reason to go off the deep end - because by now he'd made the conclusion that he was finally, irrefutably bonkers - and even ignoring that he never thought the final stage of his war-torn mind would be so… idyllic. All blue skies and sunshine and green grass and perhaps he was retreating to his own childhood. Being greeted by a mother he hadn't had since he was eight definitely suggested something of the sorts but that didn't explain the odd, source-less music or the insistent beeping in his pocket.
Or the duck.
Nothing explained the duck.
Player
Name: Rica
Livejournal Username: reveillez
E-mail: baratiesbest(at)gmail(dot)com
AIM/MSN: AIM - SobaFish
Timezone: GMT+1
Current Characters in Route: N/A
Character
Name: Benjamin Franklin "Hawkeye" Pierce
Series: M*A*S*H
Timeline: post-series
Canon Resource Links: Wiki to the series and Wiki to the character
Personality:
Hawkeye's strongest personality trait is his sense of humor. Everything and anything can and will be made into a joke - the war, the bad food, the war, the rats, the war, the living conditions, the war, body odor, the war. Did I mention the war? His wit is an important part of who he is and acts not only as a morale boost but also as a defense mechanism against the insanity that is the Korean Police Action - Radar once described it as "fighting against the war" and if it's one thing Hawkeye Pierce can't stand it's this bloody war. He's a pacifist forced to dress up as a soldier.
In the beginning he's childish, even light-hearted but as time passes he becomes more and more jaded and bitter, which also reflects in his actions and most of all his wit. What used to be childish pranks and juvenile snark soon turns into a biting satiric commentary on the hell he's forced to live in. At the end of the series his sense of humor is the only lifeline to sanity he has and at times not even that is enough. Hawkeye's confident exterior cracks more than once during the three years he serves in Korea and he finally ends up in the psychiatric ward at Tokyo General after an incident where he saw a mother kill her own child right before his eyes. His psyche is possibly stronger than most but he's been damaged by the horror of standing at an assembly line for days on end, putting together kids not old enough to shave. While his sense of humor acts as a shield against this it also does a great deal of damage. Most of the time he acts as if he's invincible, pushing the stress and fatigue to the very back of his head in order to keep doing his job - there's simply not enough time to worry about your own mental health when there's lives on the line. This often results in sleepless nights, nightmares and mysterious physical problems directly related to the stress of the war.
Lives on the line - that is one thing that is always at the very front of Hawkeye's mind and nothing can keep him from doing his duty as a doctor. He's been known to brave sniper fire, direct orders, threats of a court martial, shelling and pretty much anything else the war can throw his way in order to save a life, regardless of which side the wounded soldier belongs to. Politics mean very little to the good doctor in comparison to the worth of human lives and this admirable view has landed him in hot water more than once. He's even gone as far as performing unnecessary surgery in order to prevent more bloodshed, something his conscience paid for dearly.
His duty as a doctor isn't the only thing Hawkeye won't budge on. He also has some very strong opinions about pretty much everything - like I mentioned before he's a pacifist forced to dress up as a soldier and that is definitely a reoccurring topic in Hawkeye Pierce's ranting arsenal. Be it the unnecessary bloodshed or the ridiculous bureaucracy he definitely has something to say about it and he will voice those opinions - loudly. Hawk has virtually no respect for rank and once he gets worked up there's no telling what he'll do. Crashing a generals press conference in order to get an incubator? No sweat. Go AWOL and drive half-way across Korea to shout at the people working on the peace treaty? He'll do it and surprisingly enough get away with it more often than not. Personal safety is another thing that has to take a backseat to his opinions - even though he's stationed three miles from the front he refuses to carry a gun, no matter how dangerous the situation might be. As he himself says: "I will heal their wounds, I will bind their wounds but I will not inflict their wounds."
Strong opinions aside, Hawkeye is in general a very tolerant man. Rank, social standing, political views, ethnicity - none of that matters all that much to him. A human is a human is a human and if that human happens to be fairly decent he will treat the person just like he'd treat anyone else. There's no discrimination when it comes to Hawkeye and he often goes out of his way to help those screwed over by the war. If he can help in some way he will and he often takes other peoples personal problems on his own shoulders. Be it cheering up a disheartened camp mate or arranging free supplies to the orphanage he'll lie, steal and cheat his way to the result he himself thinks is right. Most of the time this is simple, like offering a willing ear and an empty shoulder. Hawkeye is, in short, a very empathic man which in the end gives him a lot of grief. There's only so much suffering one man can take.
All work and no play makes Ben a very dull boy and Hawk is far from dull. In connection to his sharp wit and childish sense of humor he's also a devoted practical joker, often playing elaborate tricks on the rest of the camp or dressing up as Groucho Marx while making his rounds in Post-Op. That's not his only hobbies though - oh no. Drinking is another great way to pass time at the 4077th and Hawk does his fair share of that to kill not only the dread but also his liver and his feelings - in that order. While he's not exactly handy he's been able to build a working still not once but twice and he prides himself on his martinis since they "only carry a slight aftertaste of lighter fluid."
Womanizing is another reoccurring theme in Hawk's life and he's an incurable romantic. There isn't a nurse in camp that he hasn't tried to woo at least once, with varying results. Most of the time he comes on way too strong but the man does have a certain charm and while his luck with women is questionable at best he does have his moments. Despite his love for women Hawkeye has some severe issues with commitment, to the point of panicking whenever the talk of marriage or even just a serious relationship comes up. He's not a one-woman man but when he does fall in love he's loyal to a fault. Generally he's kind and treats his flirts well, pampering them with treats or gifts but because of his own great ego he can come on a bit too strong and be downright insensitive at times.
Strengths/Weaknesses:
STRENGTHS
+ Extremely good medical skills. Specializes in thoracic surgery.
+ Good at handling stressful situations. He can keep a cool head in a crisis
+ Some reluctant leader skills. Hawk is a charismatic man and he can take charge if he really needs to.
+ Strong moral guidelines - he's not afraid to break rules (or jaws) in order to do the right thing.
+ Very tolerant towards people that are different to him.
+ Good for morale - he generally manages to maintain a cheerful, humorous disposition even when the going gets rough.
+ Very loyal to those that have proven themselves worthy of his loyalty. It doesn't take much.
+ Has experience building stills.
WEAKNESSES
- Can't build anything other than stills. Seriously, Hawk is not good with technology of any kind, be it fixing a broken car engine or putting together a busted incubator. It's more likely to break even more or blow up in his face than him actually fixing something.
- He's from the early 50's. 'nuff said.
- Can be really self-centered and arrogant at times. A bit of a bastard sitting on a high horse, so to speak.
- Suffers from claustrophobia.
- Although he's good at dealing with stress that stress can affect him physically from time to time, in very bad ways. Back-aches, sneezing, sleep-walking, full-body rash… his mind is good at playing tricks on his body.
- Speaking of mind - his mental health is uh. Not the best.
- No respect for Authority, unless Authority has earned it. is that even a bad thing
Pokémon Information
Affiliation: Breeder
Starter: Psyduck
Password: Grape Jelly
Samples
First Person Sample:
[VOICE]
[There is fumbling and static, as there so often is when you're trying to figure out technology a few decades more advanced than anything you've ever seen before. After a moment the feed clears up and a mans voice comes through. It's kind of obvious that he's not entirely sure how the Pokégear works or if there's actually a transmission going on (this is no two-way radio) but that doesn't stop him from yammering on to the small audience he does have.]
--esting, testing. Calling Doctor Freedman. Doctor Freedman, please report to my psyche.
Psy!
You're shorter than I remember. Seems like you got a touch of Hepatitis too… yellow really is your color.
Psy! Psy!
You're welcome. (…) I wonder what dear old Sidney would say to all this. Probably something like… [a pause as he clears his throat before putting on his best Sidney Freedman impersonation] "What do you think I'd say about all this?" He was a really terrific psychiatrist y'know, especially for all the work he wasn't doing. The kind of guy you really want around to share a bag of bananas, crackers and nuts with… but I guess I'm stuck with you. You'd think my subconscious would have the decency to give me Gene Tierney.
Psy!
At least you got the overbite ri-
[and the feed cuts off just as abruptly as it started. Someone found the off switch.]
Third Person Sample:
There was something to be said about waking up to an air raid alarm.
Or actually… it wasn't an air raid at all. Not the shriek of a Stuka (that he luckily never heard in person but plenty of times on 16 mm documentaries) or the familiar howl of the PA system echoing over the compound. This was more contained. Smaller. Tinnier, but just as annoying if not more and no matter how deep he burrowed under the pillows he simply couldn't muffle it out and for a brief moment Hawkeye started to wonder if someone had managed to extract Frank's more annoying qualities and scratch them onto a record. It didn't take long before he was ruthlessly pulled out of the last desperate hold on sleep and once he got that far he might as well find the source of the annoyance and take it out of its misery. Sure enough, he soon located the alarm and turned it off (if by "turn off" you mean groggily swipe at it until it fell to the floor and shut itself up) before reluctantly getting out of bed. A yawn, a stretch, a glance in the direction where he'd normally find Beej---
This wasn't the Swamp.
This was also not his bedroom in Crabapple Cove. Or his cell-like habitat at the Laughing Academy in Tokyo. In fact, it wasn't any place he recognized at all and under different circumstances that might not have been a cause of worry (martinis had a habit of short-circuiting your short term memory after all) but after the last few crazy weeks Hawkeye wasn't one to take chances when it came to mental stability and he could already feel a very distinct, very cold sense of panic spread out through his chest. There was something strange going on here and he wouldn't find out much more if he stayed cooped up in the bedroom and so Hawkeye stumbled down the stairs, practically crashing into the very lovely lady that was waiting for him at the bottom. He barely had time to reflect that she acted more like his mother than his wife or girlfriend or any other rational figment of his imagination before she handed him a bag and ushered him out the door, effectively closing and locking it behind him.
Huh.
Sidney would have a field day with this one.
Well. Here he was. Confused and disoriented with a bag in his hand and a slowly emerging head ache. There had to be some explanation to all this, he'd been fine, he was on his way home for Christ sake! There was no reason to go off the deep end - because by now he'd made the conclusion that he was finally, irrefutably bonkers - and even ignoring that he never thought the final stage of his war-torn mind would be so… idyllic. All blue skies and sunshine and green grass and perhaps he was retreating to his own childhood. Being greeted by a mother he hadn't had since he was eight definitely suggested something of the sorts but that didn't explain the odd, source-less music or the insistent beeping in his pocket.
Or the duck.
Nothing explained the duck.