Doc Worth

App for abaxrpg

2011-11-13T05:30:49Z

player information.

name: Maus
are you over 18?: Still 24
personal lj: ronsencock
email/msn/aim/plurk/etc: ronsencock@hotmail.com / rlylikesclocks / ronsencock
characters in abax: Charles Xavier groovy_mutation

in character information.

series: Hanna is Not a Boy's Name
name: Doc ~~Luce~~ Worth
sex: Male
age: 34
height: 6'5"
weight: 148 (he's not the most healthy individual nor does he take good care of himself, drugs, bad things you know)
canon point: Chapter 3
previous cr: NOPE

history: LINK HERE TA DAAAAA~
Besides that not too much is known about Worth's backstory. If one goes digging they can find tid bits that are Word of God, and thus are completely and totally true. Though don't shed too much light on the good doctor, just interesting facts to know.
While Worth may be filthy and live in a back alley, he grew up high class, which apparently was too boring for him. So living in a dump and not having decent hygiene is much more exciting. But if your, most likely, only client is Hanna, then it probably is more exciting. He also has a sister (who he's pretty protective of), though she's yet to make any appearance in the comic itself.

So far in the comic he's gotten into fisticuffs with Conrad, become said vampire's meal ticket, and 'patched' up Hanna. Though none of the real 'patching' up is shown. He's shown with some unlabeled medicine that he gives to Hanna, but what it does and what it is exactly is never determined or explained. Oh and received a nice bill from his pal Lamont for his 'supplies'. How Lamont gets these, we might never know. Also crammed into a car to go on a rescue mission for Hanna and gotten shot at by a crazy man with a ferret. Among other things, he's been dirty, disgusting, hilarious and crude. But that's just Worth for you.

It's never explained in the comic, not yet at least, but apparently Worth really dislikes ghosts. Or Hanna doing anything with them. Bad experience perhaps? Most likely, this is Hanna we're talking about.

personality: To put it bluntly, Worth is an asshole. Or he at least works very hard at keeping that reputation. Not that he needs to. Crude, rude and not afraid to say what he wants when he wants, Worth is not exactly the most friendly human being on the planet. Then again he's not the worst either. He's got a sense of humor that is wicked and sharp, and for the most part goes right along with his crude behavior.

When it comes to friends, or acquaintances, he's much of the same. Though there are hints that he might have a decent bone in his body here and there. One point being when Hanna is brought in after being violently possessed by a ghost, he speaks to {...} about how Hanna is always like that. Always rushing headlong into shit without thinking or worrying about his own health. So he asks {...} to in a sense watch over Hanna and keep him in one piece. If that is humanly possible. But {...} is a zombie so maybe it is. But it shows that Worth does care, to some degree, for people. Though he's rotten at showing it for the most part. Not that he particularly cares.

If anything it seems that being a dick to people he 'cares' for is his way of showing just that. More so shown with his friend Lamont. They go back to their childhood, and it seems that Worth beating the other on a consistent basis is a normal part of said friendship. Hard love is apparently Worth's only way of showing affection, if you want to even call it that.

Beware if this 'good' doctor is bored. You'll most likely become his target for harassment of the dickish kind. Not that he can do any other sort. He seems to get a thrill out of generally pissing people off, especially those who react to it. The more angry and violently the reaction the better. Trying to ignore his goading will most likely just result in him trying harder, and probably a huge headache. Tread lightly and as far away from this man as possible. Unless you need slip shot shoddy doctoring.

abilities/powers:He's a drop out med student who runs a shady alley practice... and probably bathes when he feels like it (only on full moons most likely). Abilities are being a super douchebag. So no real supernatural abilities since he's human... from what we know so far. He has basic to medium medical knowledge from years of doing his shady practice and 'learning', probably from reading up and using Wikipedia. He seems to be able to concoct is own drugs, that he uses on Hanna, and assuredly himself. He looks fabulous in fur trimmed coats. That's not an ability? Sure it is.

first person sample:
[Video | English]

Anyone in this paradise have any smokes? I ain't picky on the brand, I jus' need a few. If I'd known I was gonna be transported t'another planet I woulda packed better. [Sarcasm drips form his words. He knew he should have put that second pack in his coat pocket and the easy button out of this place.]

I don't know what anyone would want that I got, unless ya like sharp shiney shit? [Because fuck if he would trade his drugs, what little he had left, for anything... even nicotine.] Got a couple scalpels, the doctor variety. A little used, but nothin' a bit a soap an' water can't wash off, right? If ya can find any ah that 'ere.

If that ain't t'yer likin' I'm sure we could work somethin' out, eh? Surely a man with my talents an' skills could offer someone somethin' that they could profit from. [He's grinning from ear to ear, biggest shit eating grin someone could ever have.]

third person sample:
Worth never deluded himself into thinking he was a great doctor. He knew he wasn't one, knew he'd probably never be one. But with someone like Hanna in his life? He got all the practice he ever needed if he ever wanted to go legit. Case in point now: Hanna had got into another tiff with something supernatural, his circus of pals having been no help as usual, or so he thought. So the redhead was sitting on the cold metal table in his 'office', while he sewed up a few nasty cuts. Of course Hanna did nothing but whine the entire time.

"Woooorth... ya done yet?" For someone who insisted they were twenty-four, he acted nine. Stopping to glare up at Hanna, Worth shifted his cigarette to the other side of his mouth, poking him in the arm on purpose.

"Y'ask again an' I'm jabbin' this needle in yer eye." A threat, though he'd never actually do it... maybe. Well, not to Hanna. There was something about the kid, as much as he wasn't one for keeping people around, Hanna had wormed his way into his life and there was no getting rid of him now. He might even have a soft spot for him. Not that he'd ever admit it.

"Geeze, grumpy. I brought you business and you still complai-- OW! HEY!" Having been poked again, Hanna yelps, getting another angry look from his doctor.

"Yer not business, yer a pain in my ass. Zip yer lips an' let me finish would ya? The sooner I get this done the sooner ya can run right back into trouble. The sooner I'll see yer Jolly Green giant carryin' ya through my door cause y'were a bloody idiot." Grumbled, because it was never ending with Hanna. Since he'd gotten the zombie as his partner, and run into Conrad and everyone else, it had been a downward battle in keeping Hanna in one piece. Bad enough his partner fell apart and he had to sew him up too. Plus supply Conrad with blood. He could only imagine what the next supernatural misfit Hanna picked up would need from him.
Finishing up, he'll grab a unmarked bottle from the tray behind him, and pop it open, thrusting a couple pills at the redhead.

"Ya know the drill, kiddo. Eat up." Hanna complains but does as told. "An' don't pick at yer stitches either!" Preemptive chiding, because he knows Hanna will. The redhead will hop down from the table and wave wildly as he runs out the door, yelling a 'Thanks Worth see ya later!". Snorting, Worth will rub at his face, tossing the needle and thread out.

"Probably will. Idiot."

case no: PICK SOMETHING PRETTY FOR ME &hearts;

In Which The Chase is On? [AU!Discedo]

2011-04-09T16:39:21Z

[Voice | English | LOCKED %55 to Marco]

[There's a lock on this, or he hopes there is, whether it keeps people out or not that's the question. Seeing the news report, seeing familiar mugs on the tv... SEEING THAT STUPID MUG on his tv. SIGH. Well it was good to know there were plenty of other Discedo sobs here with him. Maybe this could be exciting? Fugitives and all that jazz. Would he get to be on COPS? If he did this would all be worth it.]

ARE YA BLOODY STUPID, MATE?!

[Doesn't mean he won't yell at you, Marco. Well at least he didn't have to worry about Hanna being here, that was a plus. He could only imagine the shit he'd get into. Oh yes, have some barking in the back ground.]

Get outta 'ere ya bloody ankle bitter before I make ya into a slipper!!

In Which the Chip Master Appears

2011-03-19T05:23:36Z

[Video | English | 45% lock from Scientist]

So it's come t'my attention that a lot a ya are askin' 'bout gettin' these "chip" things outta ya, eh? Jus' so happens I know a little bit concernin' them now. Ain't no expert, but a little slicey slicey an' I can get 'em outta ya. Maybe.

Not actually done a removal yet, but Cube showed me his stuff on 'em.

[He'll grin nice and big.]

So who wants t'volunteer t'go first? I'll even throw in a few band aids or two.

[He won't mention Hanna being gone though. He doesn't want to talk about it, but anyone who knew the red head is welcome to ask.]

In Which Discedo is on Some Heavy Drugs

2011-03-04T16:20:47Z

[Voice | English]

Alright ladies, sounds like we got somethin' special on our hands.

Or the entire damn city is on LSD.

So from what I'm gatherin' a bunch a ya knuckle heads are seein' make believe fish made a words... but the rest a us can't see? Oh an' they're attackin' ya? [He'll grumble.] Mum always wondered why I never wanted a goldfish.

Whatever yer all on, mind givin' me some? I'll take it as payment fer patchin' yer asses up if yer not too loopy t'make it over 'ere.

In Which The Witch Doctor is in

2011-02-16T07:09:31Z

[Video | English]

So I was thinkin', Discedo, what time a year is it? Sniffle season. Worst time a year, right? Right. Well I jus' happen t'know a little rune magic, fancy stuff y'know?

[He has a marker in one hand, where he got it, who knows. Probably rifled through one of the stores earlier in the week. It's a nice purple color. Also a tattered book of ruled paper, half the pages are torn, but still usable.]

'Ere I'll show ya one I like t'use myself t'keep away the flu an' shit durin' this time a year.

What... what are you talking about?! [A wild Hanna voice from off camera, the ginger he's warned everyone about before.] Worth?

Shut up Hanna I'm busy. [Grumbles and waves a hand to shoo him away, then he's grabbing the ruined notebook to hold the marker at it.]

Get somethin' t'write with. Anythin' that makes a mark will work, pen, crayon, fuck got paint? That'll work too. Jus' write what I write, but on a part a yer body. Yer hand will do. If ya REALLY want it t'work write it as best ya can on yer forehead.

[And he'll start writing something out... P... E... N... the number 1 and the number 5. PEN15. He'll turn the paper around to show the communicator.]

...! No no, now wait a minute!

I SAID I'M BUSY! BUZZ OFF. [He may be chucking a My Little Pony at Hanna. Don't ask where he got it from ~~Knowlton~~.]

Now jus' make sure it looks jus' like this, won't work if it doesn't. It'll take 'bout five minutes fer it t'set in an' work. Ya might feel a little tingly.

[And he'll grin big... and wonder how long it takes for all the gullible people who actually did it to realize what they wrote on their hands/foreheads.]

THAT'S NOT HOW RUNES WORK, WORTH!

(ooc: ... I forgot to put that the orange is Hanna. This is what happens when I post at like 2 in the morning.)

In Which a God is Spoken to

2011-02-07T16:36:11Z

[Video | English]

I ain't the only one who wishes our little weekly comedic threesome would drown in the lake, am I?

[Yes, he's talking about you, Spectavi. He loves you, he really does. Maybe. Not really.]

Bunch a clowns, only one worth two seconds a my time is the fuckin' weather boy. Good job, Sparkles, keep up the good work... an' someone punch that woman in the face already? Don't know why the both a ya haven't gagged 'er at least.

[And he's done talking about the wonders of the weekly news, and picks up his communicator, leaning back in his chair, feet as always up on his 'desk'. He seems to be pondering something as he sets the device on his chest, lighting a cig, which can be awkwardly seen from the angle the communicator is at. Once he's all set, he picks it back up, and starts talking, a bit mumbled around his cigarette.]

So I've been wonderin' who keeps the city goin'. Obviously we ain't supplyin' ourselves with shit, no way t'grow shit, now place t'go t'replenish what we need. So some omnipotent god of Discedo is droppin' shit off fer us occasionally, right? [Or the Scientists are, he's not that disillusioned.]

If we're gonna be doin' that then I'd like t'make a few requests: A pony, a pretty dress fer the ball, an' since we're always runnin' low on 'em, medical supplies. [He'll list some things, typical stuff the hospital already had that they needed more of.] I know ya jus' love bringin' us back t'life an' all, but I can't do my job without the shit I need. So hop to it Discedo god a givin'.

Need this shit by Wednesday. [He'll snap his fingers as if hurrying someone a long, before shutting the communicator off.]

In Which a Warning is Given

2011-02-01T06:22:51Z

[Voice | English]

Ya see that, folks? That's a ginger. An' besides havin' no souls, they attract danger like it's goin' outta style! This certain specimen is Hanna Falk Cross, not a girl extraordinaire! If he tries t'cajole ya inta monster huntin' or anythin' crazy ya run the other way, mate. Most that tag along with 'im end up on the undead spectrum a life. If ya get what I mean.

Jus' a warnin' fer the wise.

[Text]

[He types something along the same lines up for those who can't speak English. If you want to call any of what just came out of his mouth English, and then adds a little more at the end.]

Anyone who needs a little extra for those super cold nights, we got a goddamn bonfires worth of blankets piled up in the clinic. Come and get some if you need them. Clinic is still Latimir 101.

In Which The Cat is Let Out of the Bag

2011-01-15T02:46:03Z

[Voice | English]

WOULD YOU BLOOMIN' IDIOTS STOP GOIN' OUTSIDE FER TWO SECONDS!?

Obviously there's somethin' out there killin' us off! Christ I swear if natural selection has ever been true it's now. [Grumbles.] If any of ya manage t'not die an' need some patchin' up head over t'Latimir 101. I might jus' patch yer stupid hides up.

[Text]

If you're stupid enough to go outside and got hurt come to Latimir 101 if you can make it. I'll patch you fucking idiots up. Nice of me, huh?

In Which a Roomate is Lost

2011-01-11T06:27:45Z

[Voice | English]

'Ey, any a ya seen a lanky pale artfag lost in the city? Haven't seen 'em in a few days. [More like a week or so. What is time.]

If he's become monster chow I'd like t'know. Jus' so when he comes back I can mock 'em relentlessly fer gettin' chewed on in the first place.

[Plus he doesn't see why Conrad wouldn't come back to his place after all. And if he'd found some place else he would have told him, at least in a quick 'FOUND SOME PLACE WITHOUT ROACHES :|' sort of message.]

An' Hanna, y'been too damn quiet! The hell are y'up to? Y'better not be cookin' up some hair brained scheme, ain't in the mood fer testin' out the medical supplies 'ere yet. Takes effort an' all.

[Text]

If any of you got a headache or need a band-aid, I've set up a sort a walk in thing at my place. Latimir 101. Figured it made sense to have something closer to the apartments, for simple stuff. If your arm gets blown off or what not, you still gotta go to the hospital.

In Which an Artist is Born

2010-12-02T17:56:11Z

[Voice | English]

Y'know. This place almost reminds me a home. Ratty fallin' apart buildin's? Check. Weird shit that makes no damn sense? Check. People who spout bullshit I have no interest in? Check check check.

Jus' missin' the part where I stitch up a crazy redhead who likes gettin' into trouble. Though I 'ear there's a hospital 'ere, huh? Might have t'make my way over there some time. Maybe offer my expertise if I'm in the mood fer it. If Jurassic Park is done bein' loose through the city an' all.

Oh right-

So waddya think? I'm the next da Vinci ain't I? Hehe, this piece a junk is actually kinna fun when I'm bored. [Which is all the time really.]

In Which a Doctor is in the House

2010-11-29T16:24:33Z

[Voice | English]

[There is a strange and very dangerous looking man wandering near Latimir. Dangerous as in slightly dirty and scruffy and could be a rapist/pedophile... thankfully neither, but that fur lined coat really wasn't doing him any favors. He's sitting against a building lighting up a cigarette and not very amused at whatever is going on. But considering his situation he seems fairly calm.]

Christ... I shoulda known this woulda happened one day. [Muttered as he toys with the communicator in his hands. The voice turns on and he'll say a few 'ello ello?'s wondering what the hell is really going on. He has an idea of course, the USE THIS note on the communicator making him think of a certain redhead he knew. He would pull something hair brained and stupid like this after all. Gritting his teeth, Worth brings the communicator close to his mouth and raises his voice-]

HANNA THE HELL'D YA DO Y'IDIOT!?