Post by Kegan Fife on Jul 17, 2011 16:04:19 GMT -5
KEGANHAROLDFIFE!?
[/center][/blockquote][/blockquote]Hey! I go by Cheshire. I am seventeen and I'm loving it. I have been roleplaying for eight and I don't plan on stopping any time soon. I have two other character on this site and I think they're pretty amazing! If you want to contact me you can by pm.
Name: Kegan Harold Fife
Nickname: Doc
Age: Thirty-four
Gender: Male
Sexuality: Straight
Playby: Alexander Skarsgard
Member Group: Regular civilian (butt i'm ganna make him a staff member a the school.. soo, dunno? xD)
Appearance: The first thing you will notice about Kegan is his height. He's about 6'4". The next thing you will notice about him his he's an absolute god! Hahh, syke; but no really. Kegan has the physique of an Olympic athlete. His hair is blonde, and he ususally keeps it short and out of the way. His eyes are a light blue. Keganis cursed withhas a cleft chin as well, and a very chisled face.
Kegan was injured by shrap metal during his last and final tour. Both his legs have large and deep scars covering them. Kegan walks with a limp, favoring his left leg. His right leg was damanged badly by the shrap metal. He's a little self-conscious about it, and usually wears pants to hide the scars.
Personality: Kegan's a jerk. He's cynical, and sarcastic, and just over all obnoxious. He's not a bad boy, not a macho man; just a douche. Many people say it's because he's bitter; when he came home from the war his injury kept him from doing real work. He denies it; he never gave a shit to begin with. He is the king of apathy. He's a BAMF since birth! D:< It's because he's so good looking; he couldn't be a gentleman and sensitive too! He doesn't have a good heart, deep down inside under some sheet of ice. There's no princess that can break the spell. And it's not that he's a bad guy. He doesn't go out looking for people to bully; but if someone brings themselves to Kegan and throws themselves on the altar, then he has no chose but to bleed them. He'll listen to your problem, but he won't give you advise, or try and cheer you up at the end of your sad, sappy tune. Instead, he'll tell you how much your life sucks and if you're not going to do anything about it to get off the planet. So caring.
Yet, under all that douchery, Kegan really does care: about sex, guns, and actually, his job. Oh and when it comes to sex, if there's grass on the field then by all means: play ball! Kegan doesn't pay too much attention to age. Student, teacher, mother, cougar; he'll take what he can get. If there's one thing Kegan will admit to loving, it's the medical field. More to the point, being a medic in the field. He refuses to be called a nurse. He's no damn nurse. He would never, ever show it, but he actually does care deeply for the people in his care; even these snot-nosed kids. It's just he should be on the battlefield saving soldiers; not passing out Tylenol to whiny teenagers. He hates when people complain. He's a chauvanist, and he patronizes the women and girls around him. He doesn't take them seriously, unless it involves babies or cooking. Wanna hear a joke? Women's rights! Hahhh! Go cook me dinner Sweetheart. Despite his attitude toward woman, he does hate it when woman aren't shown respect. And not equal rights respect; like trying them like a lady respect. Of course, that just makes him a hypocrite because he usually just wants sex. Ohh well.
Likes: guns, candy, sex, cars, dogs
Dislikes: gays (homophob!?), people, spicy food, snow, spiders (it's a secret; so shut up)
Mother: Sarah Fife, 68, school teacher
Father: Charles Fife, 72, retired marine
Siblings: Lisa Fife-Night, 32, stay-at-home mom ;; Henry Fife, 29, green beret
Pets: Roadie; a rescued greyhound
History:
Kegan was born in Salem, Oregon. His mother was a school teacher, and his father was a Marine. Kegan was the oldest of three children. He was a very quiet and reserved child. He liked to play outside, and he was very interested in animals and insects. Soon, Kegan was in school and had two younger siblings.
Kegan's father was often on tour, but when he was home he spent all his time with his kids. He was a very affectionate father. Kegan's mother was a kind and loving woman, with a gentle firmness to her. It's a mystery as to why with two loving, happy, caring parents Kegan turned out to be a big crab ass.
He was often in trouble at school for his attitude toward the other kids. He didn't like to share, he didn't like to use the magic words, he was mean and rude, and a bully. He did well in school, and his parents hoped that it was just a phase that he would soon get over. It wasn't though. As Kegan got older her got meaner and meaner. He did stop his bullying, but all the kids avoided him just the same. He joined the basketball team in sixth grade, and made his first friend. Actually, Kegan doesn't have friends, more like frienemies.. Anyways, Kegan mellowed out of a little, until his friend moved away and he returned to his old ways.
In high school he play varsity basketball. His apathy had hit a new all time high. He had a couple girlfriends, but they never lasted very long. Every girl thought she was the one that could turn the beast into a prince. Yea right; keep dreaming sweetheart! His friends were the basketball players, and the occasional stoner. Anyone who wasn't a total idiot. He was often in detention, because pricks didn't know how to treat his little sister like a lady. He managed to keep himself out of too much trouble though, for the sake of his parents.
Kegan soon graduated and as soon as he did, he joined the military. He enlisted in the Navy, as a medic. After Naval basic, he went on for more training in field medicine. Once all training was complete, he was placed with the Marine Corps and shipped out. He was stationed mostly in the Middle East, being present for Desert Fox and many other significant happenings.
As a Corpsman, Kegan eventually came to the rank of Chief Petty Officer (or Gunnery Sergeant, being associated with the Marines). He was always out in the field with the Marines, and was an accepted member among them. Kegan took part in Iraq War. He served five years there, before being discharged. While out on patrol, his team was ambushed. A private went down, and Kegan called for cover fire as he ran for the kid. He reached the soldier, and started to move him to cover. A grenade caught Kegan, and he and the private were sent flying through the air. Kegan's legs were shredded, and his head was spinning. Kegan swears up and down that he doesn't remember what happened next. He thinks be blacked out, despite the story his buddies told him.
Some how, Kegan managed to roll the private along on the ground as he crawled. He got them to cover, bandaged the kid's head, and then blacked out. Kegan doesn't remember any of it. There was a loud bang, a quick gush of wind, and then he was in a hospital bed with a pretty nurse speaking German to him. His legs were a mess. Shrap metal and bullets had turned his skin and muscles into Swiss Cheese. After several surgeries and nearly two years of physical therapy he could walk normally again. He'd been honorably discharged, and there was no chance of him ever serving again. He was suppose to be walking with a cane, which he always left at home. He could no longer run for more then ten minutes without his legs hurting. He couldn't work as a medic rescue, or parademic; his legs weren't and still aren't strong enough. He couldn't even work at the hospital; being on his legs all day would never work. So, the vet had to find other work.
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Roleplay Post
I'm sorry,
The girl confirmed her Irish accent, and gave Fagan the name of her home. Fagan had never heard of it, and silently wondered where at in Ireland it was. Fagan didn't think it was Northern. She figured the girl would have associated herself with the UK then, instead of Ireland. Oh well, another question for another time.
Nope, you're fine,[/color] she said cheerfully, I'm pretty good at accents.[/color]
She watched the girl take out a small flask and take a quick swig. Blaise offered it to her, setting it in the middle between the two. Fagan usually didn't drink; she was a total light weight. She guess one little sip couldn't hurt.. She reached out and picked up the flask, and lifted it to her lips. She could smell it before she could taste it. It was strong, and tasted slightly like metal from the flask. It burned her throat going down, and made her stomach warm.
I'm from Pittsburgh,[/color] she said, setting the flask down. I came out here, well, mostly cause of my dad,[/color] she said simply.
It wasn't a lie; she didn't tell the whole truth. She doubted that Blaise would even ask about it. Her head felt heavy; and her whole body was tingly. Fagan loved feeling warm. [/font][/blockquote][/blockquote][/size][/font][/quote]
