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Archived Applications / Lydia Chant - Junior Healer
« on: 12/08/2013 at 23:02 »

CHARACTER INFORMATION
Character Name: Lydia Beatrix Chant
Gender: female
Age: 21 (b. 2 Sept 1917)

Education: 
Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry '36

Residence:
Hogsmeade

Applying to be: (select one) Junior Healer

Department of choice: Emergencies & Triage

Why did you request that particular department?
Four years volunteering in the Hospital Wing at Hogwarts (three as Chief Assistant) have accustomed her to dealing with a variety of conditions and surprises. She enjoyed the challenge and variety of situations it presented and feels like the Emergency department would be the best use of the skills she acquired in the Hospital Wing.

Requested Magic Levels:
  • Charms: 11
  • Divination: 5
  • Transfiguration: 7
  • Summoning: 7

Please list any other characters you already have at the site:
Philippa Thatcher, Zillah Finch, Verity Blythe, Lucie Bellamy

Biography: (300 words minimum.)
She always dreamed of saving the world.

Her methods had changed over the years, though. She entered Hogwarts as a brash, reckless child, with dreams of Quidditch glory. She was a Gryffindor, she was going to fight for the oppressed, blah blah blah. It made her laugh to think of it now. Noble ideals, to be sure, but the execution was that of a sheltered and naïve child. She wouldn’t go so far as to say she was wise now. Wiser, perhaps, and wise enough to know just how much more there was to learn.

Her seven years at Hogwarts were certainly educational. She had experience love and loss, had seen classmates die right in front of her. She found herself taking up responsibility, something she hated, and found it to be much less distasteful than she imagined.

When the formation of the Advance Guard was announced, she couldn’t have been more excited. She imagined herself as some sort of modern day knight, learning to defend the weak and fight evil. Instead she learned that violence was messy and complicated. She didn’t feel like a hero.

Working in the Hospital Wing was a side activity when she signed up. Just a way to hang around Bruce Havard, really. She didn’t expect to find she had any aptitude or appreciation for healing, but she did. She found the meaning there that she had been searching for in Advance Guard and Quidditch.

She got her fill of excitement and found the responsibility was fulfilling, even fun. As an unwanted child who had been shuffled from relative to relative all her life, it was great to feel important and needed.

So now that she was supposedly an adult, and needed a way to support herself and her tiny daughter, healing was the only profession that held any excitement for her.

Roleplay:
"Coming through!"

The double doors burst open as the newly-minted Junior Healer shoved through, dodging the milling patients and staff and leaving behind a trail of parchment. The doors stayed open just long enough to allow a glimpse of the scene beyond - a riot of noise, colours and gesticulating arms - before closing again.

It was Archibald Forrester's first day on the job, and while his professors had warned him it could get hectic at St. Mungo's, he'd never imagined it'd be quite like this. Arms transfigured and somehow regrafted onto someone's head, an Auror coughing up rainbows after a dust-up with a gang of young hooligans in Knockturn, and oh - that patient up on the fourth floor that was running around telling people he was Merlin reborn. And that was just the cases that had come in in the last hour.

It had to be time for his shift to be over, right?

He gave up the lost bits of parchment as a lost cause and cast a frantic Tempus. One minute. Heaving a sigh of relief,  his eyes instantly began darting around to find a convenient on-duty person to hand his load over to. Shoes - bought at the nice medical suppliers and outfitters just down the street - squeaked on the floor as he weaved and skidded around corners, before finally stopping in front of the first figure he found.

"Here. Here are all the charts - the arms for the Transfig patient seem to be morphing into tentacles, and Healer Wilberforce says we need to operate now but needs a second opinion - the Auror's squad captain is outside demanding to know what's been keeping the treatment and uh - "

A few floors up, muffled thumping and howling could barely be heard, but Archie winced anyway.

"Right. Mr. Merlin's somehow gotten hold of a wand and now the entire psych wing believes in him too - for the love of all that's magical, take this, please!"

Roleplay Response:
Hogwarts had prepared her well for the variety of things that could go wrong with magic and bodies in general. She knew enough to realize she had definitely not seen it all, but she liked to think that nothing was going to really surprise her at this point. Hogwarts had not prepared her for the sheer volume of patients here.

There was no downtime here. No quiet nights or lazy afternoons. Even if the Emergency ward wasn’t exploding with new admits, there was so much to do that she felt like she would never sit down again. And the paperwork, Merlin! She had nightmares where she was drowning in parchment almost nightly now.

She had managed to get away for a short coffee break, finally, but it was over too soon. She re-entered the ward and started at the chaos. Another crazy shift. She could handle the crazy, but she could not handle Forrester. She could not fathom why they had hired him. She was reasonably certain he was going to kill someone. It was his first day, of course, but she wasn’t sure he could survive even this shift in such a continuous level of panic.

He was suddenly thrusting an armful of papers into her arms and unleashed a torrent of panicky explanations. She stared at the stack in disbelief. Obviously he needed help, but she had work to do, too! She was supposed to be assisting with the child who had come in with a biting teapot stuck to his arm. She was good at calming the children.

“Now see here, Forrester, you can’t just go dumping all your work on other people!”

She glared at him for a moment and started to shove the charts back at him, but gave in to his look of terror and kept half the stack, rolling her eyes at his incompetence. She rifled through them quickly.

“Oh all right. Listen up. I’ll talk to the squad captain. You take these up to Pennyworth on  4 and tell her Wilberforce needs her now. I’ll grab some extra orderlies and send them up there as well and you meet them outside Psych. Explain the situation to them and they’ll help you with Merlin. Surely you can do a simple shield spell?”

She glanced at the charts again and shoved another onto his stack.

“Drop this one at the main desk. And for Merlin’s sake, Forrester, calm down! You’re going to scare the patients!”



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Archived Applications / Lydia Chant - Junior Healer
« on: 02/08/2012 at 04:22 »
CHARACTER INFORMATION
Character Name: Lydia Beatrix Chant
Gender: female
Age: 18 (b. 2 September, 1955)

Education: 
Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry

Residence:
Hogsmeade

Applying to be: (select one)
Junior Healer

Department of choice:
Emergencies & Triage

Why did you request that particular department?
Four years volunteering in the Hospital Wing at Hogwarts (three as Chief Assistant) have accustomed her to dealing with a variety of conditions and surprises. She enjoyed the challenge and variety of situations it presented and feels like the Emergency department would be the best use of the skills she acquired in the Hospital Wing.

Requested Magic Levels: (see here on how to do this)
  • Charms: 11
  • Transfiguration: 7
  • Divination: 5
  • Summoning: 7
Please list any other characters you already have at the site:
Philippa Thatcher, Zillah Finch, Verity Blythe, Lucie Bellamy

Biography:

She always dreamed of saving the world.

Her methods had changed over the years, though. She entered Hogwarts as a brash, reckless child, with dreams of Quidditch glory. She was a Gryffindor, she was going to fight for the oppressed, blah blah blah. It made her laugh to think of it now. Noble ideals, to be sure, but the execution was that of a sheltered and naïve child. She wouldn’t go so far as to say she was wise now. Wiser, perhaps, and wise enough to know just how much more there was to learn.

Her seven years at Hogwarts were certainly educational. She had experience love and loss, had seen classmates die right in front of her. She found herself taking up responsibility, something she hated, and found it to be much less distasteful than she imagined.

When the formation of the Advance Guard was announced, she couldn’t have been more excited. She imagined herself as some sort of modern day knight, learning to defend the weak and fight evil. Instead she learned that violence was messy and complicated. She didn’t feel like a hero.

Working in the Hospital Wing was a side activity when she signed up. Just a way to hang around Bruce Havard, really. She didn’t expect to find she had any aptitude or appreciation for healing, but she did. She found the meaning there that she had been searching for in Advance Guard and Quidditch.

She got her fill of excitement and found the responsibility was fulfilling, even fun. As an unwanted child who had been shuffled from relative to relative all her life, it was great to feel important and needed.

So now that she was supposedly an adult, and needed a way to support herself and her tiny daughter, healing was the only profession that held any excitement for her.

Roleplay:

"Coming through!"

The double doors burst open as the newly-minted Junior Healer shoved through, dodging the milling patients and staff and leaving behind a trail of parchment. The doors stayed open just long enough to allow a glimpse of the scene beyond - a riot of noise, colours and gesticulating arms - before closing again.

It was Archibald Forrester's first day on the job, and while his professors had warned him it could get hectic at St. Mungo's, he'd never imagined it'd be quite like this. Arms transfigured and somehow regrafted onto someone's head, an Auror coughing up rainbows after a dust-up with a gang of young hooligans in Knockturn, and oh - that patient up on the fourth floor that was running around telling people he was Merlin reborn. And that was just the cases that had come in in the last hour.

It had to be time for his shift to be over, right?

He gave up the lost bits of parchment as a lost cause and cast a frantic Tempus. One minute. Heaving a sigh of relief,  his eyes instantly began darting around to find a convenient on-duty person to hand his load over to. Shoes - bought at the nice medical suppliers and outfitters just down the street - squeaked on the floor as he weaved and skidded around corners, before finally stopping in front of the first figure he found.

"Here. Here are all the charts - the arms for the Transfig patient seem to be morphing into tentacles, and Healer Wilberforce says we need to operate now but needs a second opinion - the Auror's squad captain is outside demanding to know what's been keeping the treatment and uh - "

A few floors up, muffled thumping and howling could barely be heard, but Archie winced anyway.

"Right. Mr. Merlin's somehow gotten hold of a wand and now the entire psych wing believes in him too - for the love of all that's magical, take this, please!"

Roleplay Response:

Hogwarts had prepared her well for the variety of things that could go wrong with magic and bodies in general. She knew enough to realize she had definitely not seen it all, but she liked to think that nothing was going to really surprise her at this point. Hogwarts had not prepared her for the sheer volume of patients here.

There was no downtime here. No quiet nights or lazy afternoons. Even if the Emergency ward wasn’t exploding with new admits, there was so much to do that she felt like she would never sit down again. And the paperwork, Merlin! She had nightmares where she was drowning in parchment almost nightly now.

She had managed to get away for a short coffee break, finally, but it was over too soon. She re-entered the ward and started at the chaos. Another crazy shift. She could handle the crazy, but she could not handle Forrester. She could not fathom why they had hired him. She was reasonably certain he was going to kill someone. It was his first day, of course, but she wasn’t sure he could survive even this shift in such a continuous level of panic.

He was suddenly thrusting an armful of papers into her arms and unleashed a torrent of panicky explanations. She stared at the stack in disbelief. Obviously he needed help, but she had work to do, too! She was supposed to be assisting with the child who had come in with a biting teapot stuck to his arm. She was good at calming the children.

“Now see here, Forrester, you can’t just go dumping all your work on other people!”

She glared at him for a moment and started to shove the charts back at him, but gave in to his look of terror and kept half the stack, rolling her eyes at his incompetence. She rifled through them quickly.

“Oh all right. Listen up. I’ll talk to the squad captain. You take these up to Pennyworth on  4 and tell her Wilberforce needs her now. I’ll grab some extra orderlies and send them up there as well and you meet them outside Psych. Explain the situation to them and they’ll help you with Merlin. Surely you can do a simple shield spell?”

She glanced at the charts again and shoved another onto his stack.

“Drop this one at the main desk. And for Merlin’s sake, Forrester, calm down! You’re going to scare the patients!”

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