Post by kiptyn s. holt on Aug 10, 2012 11:45:39 GMT -5
| [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 400px; height: 250px; overflow:auto; border-left: 10px solid #bb6f51; background: #FCFEF5; opacity: 0.8; border-top-right-radius:60px; border-bottom-left-radius:60px;] kiptyn saul holt  Twenty-four || Orderly || N/A || Chris Hemsworth|| Male nicknames: most people usually just call him kiptyn, but at times some will take up the nickname 'kip'. orientation: straight. age/dob: kiptyn is twenty-four years of age. he was born on march seventh in the year nineteen eighty-eight. member group: orderly anything else?: kiptyn has multiple tattoos that he considers to be bad decisions on his part before his ultimate decision to become a doctor with his biggest interest in a rehab facility. he always has them covered with clothing, however. personality: the best way to describe kiptyn saul is serious. he is serious about his work, his studies, and his patients. he's even serious about the way he looks. he feels he must be presentable to his patients or those who care most deeply for his patients at all times. 'his patients'. ha, he's a little ahead of himself. at times he feels like he's just there to do the grunt work for the doctors, but when he reflects back upon each day he knows he is learning more than he would just in classroom lectures. kip is the kind of person who absolutely loves to learn and feels that education doesn't stop the moment you graduate from your highest point of education. you're learning through every day, every experience, at every point in life. kiptyn is a kind and gentle soul for someone who can have such harsh eyes at times. if he doesn't like you, you'll know right off but if he does take a liking to you, he'll be the nicest person you've ever met. he has a way of talking that seems to soothe the soul and just calm the worst of situations. part of the reason why he feels he's going to do so well in a rehabilitation setting is because he's worked with patients before who can be considered major basket cases and has been able to really hit that calming nerve before taking care of them. overall, kiptyn just enjoys his life and his work, and although he takes both very seriously, there is a kindness in his soul that goes a long way. brief history: kiptyn saul holt has always been a fairly normal person. normal by typical societal standards, anyway. he lived a normal childhood with parents who were married until he was twelve, divorcing only because his mother wanted to travel the country while his father knew that staying settled for their son to excel in school at once place was necessary. he lived with his father and hardly saw his mother, especially after she kip's step-father. a grunt of an always irritated man who needed to learn personal hygiene, in kip's opinion. his father fostered his learning and education to the point that he was even volunteering outside of school and his sports teams at a rehabilitation center close to his home in Deerfield Beach, Florida. besides volunteering and schoolwork, kiptyn played tennis in the fall and baseball in the spring for his high school, earning a baseball scholarship as a catcher that would carry him through an undergraduate program at Florida International University where he began interning in clinical practice at White Springs Rehabilitation Center for Teens. deciding that he would pursue a career in doctoring for the rehabilitation facility after falling in love with it, he continued for a masters degree while working as an orderly for the center. currently, he is an orderly and just starting his two year stint in medical school, having been approved to do his residency work at the facility. kiptyn loves what he does, both his current job and his studies for his future in the center. he hasn't really thought much about his future outside of the facility work, as far as a wife and family goes, but he figures that will come when the time is right. roleplay sample: It was something about the way that blonde hair fell down onto her shoulders so gracefully. Something about the way that her gorgeous eyes pierced his insides when she looked over at him. Something that attracted Mr. Longbottom in a way that he never thought was possible to be attracted. He reached out to her and when he thought he would be touching her arm, he went right through. She wasn’t there, she was only a spirit or a ghost, maybe. Frank’s eyes were wide as he stared ahead of him, watching as the ghost seemed to float backward and out of his sight. He blinked and rubbed his eyes with his forefinger, fists balled up like a child. When he opened his eyes again, she still was not apparent. “Alice, where have you gone? ALICE!” He screamed for her. Frank woke with a jolt, his sheets and quilt slightly damp from his sweating. He was breathing heavily, his heart feeling as though it was going to pound out of his chest. Frank ran his hand through his dirt brown hair as he pulled himself from the bed, his covers thrown aside. Frank took a few deep breaths, closing his eyes as he gripped the door of the wardrobe with his left hand. He looked into the mirror inside the door and nearly screamed. He looked dreadful, like death. He reminded himself of the face on the Alice he had seen in his dream. The girl he loved was unable to be touched, she was only a ghost. Frank bit the inside of his bottom lip harshly to prevent from crying. “It wasn’t real, Frank, it wasn’t real.” He whispered to himself through gritted teeth. “Get a grip.” He reached into the wardrobe and took out his crimson bath room, a t-shirt, boxers, and jeans. He hadn’t bothered to grab socks or shoes, but slid on his house shoes and slipped from the dormitory door. Now, he could only hope that no one would see him on his way to the bathroom. Quite an audible sigh moved between his lips as he slipped inside the bathroom, unseen. He took to a shower stall, turned on the shower, and began undressing. When he finally made it into the shower, he closed the curtain and let the hot water wash over his body, soothing every aching muscle. For some reason it felt as though it was cleansing him of the terrible nightmare he’d just experienced. Frank shuddered softly to think of the dream. Alice not being real and not being able to touch her. Realistically, Frank had lost anything he had previously had the ability to do with her. He wasn’t allowed to touch her, or really even see her, besides classes of course. Frank washed his hair swiftly and nearly scrubbed his face hoping to wash the look of death away. When he exited the bathroom roughly ten minutes later, he already felt rejuvenated. Upon reaching his wardrobe again, Frank looked into the mirror and all had returned the normal. A smile reached his face as he opened his sock drawer, digging around for a pair that might match. He slid them on and pulled on a pair of old converse all stars, followed by his watch. He once again slipped from the room, noticing this time that all of the Gryffindor boys were still asleep. It must be really early, he thought, upon noticing that the castle was nearly silent, also. Frank made his way down the many staircases and out the large oak front doors. He took in large nostrils full of fresh air as he stepped outside, a smile crossing his face. His feet seemed to be leading, and the rest of him followed. There was no will wishing him in a certain direction, but be began to walk the length of the lake, remembering walking this path many-a-time. Sometimes with a friend or someone to talk to, but most of the time on his own. Fred ventured roughly two hundred paces before deciding to take a seat, on an elevated piece of ground, under a large willow tree. He pulled the branches back with his left hand and found refuge up next to the trunk. As Frank allowed the nightmare from last night to finally fizzle from his system he had to come up with a plan. Now it was do or die. Get Alice back, or no one is going to have her. Sara || Twenty || Eight years|| Of course |
