Post by Meadowlark on Sept 29, 2010 19:08:58 GMT -8
Name: Zachariah Cohen
Aliases: Zach, Doc, Coricopat tends to refer to him as “That bloody blind horse doctor”
Age: 47
Build: Doc has a very slight build, standing no more than 5’8” and weighing just barely in the average weight for his height, he’s not an imposing or intimidating figure.
Origin: Doc was born in Chişinău (Kishinev) (now the capital of Moldova) to a Jewish mother and father. He was raised there and was one of the few very lucky Jews who was able to attend High School and there after University following the May Laws. In summer of 1905, having seen the horror of the Kishinev pogrom in April he left his hometown for America. He came to Felidae in 1910, leaving it only once: when he went to war.
Occupation: Legally: primary doctor at Felidae General. Illegally: doctor for Macavity’s gang. Former field doctor
Eyes: Golden with a dull sheen in some lights.
Hair: His dark silvery hair is growing lighter near his temples as he ages, but he wears it long enough to slick back and wear under a hat.
Scars: He has a limp due to a wound sustained during his youth in Tsarist Russia
Fur/Markings: His fur is, quite simply, a Russian Blue’s coat. The deep smoky grey seems silvery in some lights, tending toward a dark grey-blue.
Attire: He is never seen with a suit coat on. The only coat he carries is a long overcoat designed to keep out the chill that seems to always be in his bones. He wears his shirt sleeves shoved up past the elbow, or with arm bands around his upper arm to hold the sleeves back just a bit, his suspenders over the shoulders of them but under the vest he wears. His slacks tend to be brown or dark greenish. His brown shoes are worn and dull at the toe and he has a pair of small round glasses set on the bridge of his nose at all times.
Accessories: Doc carries a small flask and a small bottle of smelling salts on his person at all times.
WOC: He dislikes weapons and relies on his ability to use his claws when he needs to, and just avoids patterns.
Appearance: Doc is a small cat, slight of build, and wiry. He isn’t one who will confront another cat, and he tends to avoid cats with a confrontational tendency about them. His clothes are usually rumpled—rather than rolling up his sleeves he pushes them up and just hopes they stay there. His hair tends to be a little bit messy because he’ll forget he’s slicked it down and run his fingers through it.
Personality: Doc is a rather sardonic tom, made bitter and jaded by the things he’s seen, experienced and done. When he smiles it’s almost invariably mirthless. Naïveté and happiness irritate him. Due to his tendency toward gloom and sarcasm his bedside manner leaves much to be desired. He’s one of those doctors who seems to expect his patients to die and is always pleasantly surprised when they don’t.
Even with the jaded personality he possesses, Doc has a soft spot for anycat down on their luck—especially if they’re a kit. His sympathy for those who are injured while endangering others is far smaller.
He hates to see others in pain, especially when he knows that nothing he can do will help them. He has seen the life fade from far too many pairs of eyes to grieve over a lost patient as he did in his early years as a physician, but the accusatory look he may well imagine in each pair haunts him. Cohen knows he can’t save them all, but he’ll be damned before he stops trying.
Trying to find the potential in others is what keeps him going. No matter if that potential be good or bad, Cohen tried to locate it and see if it is possible for the good in them to flourish.
He prefers quiet solitude to large groups of people as within large crowds all he can think of is the number of people likely to be missing from such an assembly the next year. He worked through the Influenza, and saw more than a few young toms perish in the War. Working now as a mob doctor as well as a senior doctor in a city like Felidae means that he spends as much of his time closeted away from the public as he can. He has learned to turn over and return to sleep after waking from a nightmare of those he failed—when one can only snatch a pawful of hours for rest one has little choice.
Special skills: He’s very good at word problems and crosswords, both in Russian and English, he utilizes crosswords and the like as a way to practice his English.
Weaknesses: Doc suffers from both myopia and astigmatism causing him to need his glasses at all times. He’s also not an especially strong tom so that’s a distinct disadvantage as well.
Fears: Fire, and the risk of people discovering that he still practices Judaism in secret. America may be the land of opportunity but he certainly doesn’t trust them not to react much as the Russians did, especially with the Klan going after anyone who isn’t middle class protestant of Western European descent.
Likes: Having no patients, not having to think about much of anything, and his peace and quiet.
Dislikes: Being woken up at odd hours of the night to treat idiots who can’t keep themselves from getting shot, things that remind him of Kishinev
History: Doc was born in Chişinău (Kishinev) (now the capital of Moldova) to a Jewish mother and father. Raised Orthodox he was submitted to the stringent rules of his religion and the strict rules of his country. He was raised in Kishinev and was one of the few very lucky Jews who was able to attend High School and thereafter University following the May Laws. He met a young woman named Rachel there and began courting her. In summer of 1905, in the aftermath of the first Kishinev pogrom, Rachel’s family left for America. Doc followed a few months later, but never did relocate the young woman. After five years in the country he finally came to Felidae in 1910. Doc found a job in the local hospital and settled into a daily routine.
Then came The Great War. Doc, due to his eye problems couldn’t enlist, but he volunteered as a doctor for the field hospitals. The horrors there were worse than any he’d encountered before, but he filed them away, suppressing them as he did with all such things. He returned to Felidae and had difficulty re-assimilating into the society. He returned to his job at the hospital, but found the hours excruciating for several years as he gradually gained more and more seniority and respect for his expertise. Even now he is more likely to be reached at Felidae General than at his home.
Love Interest: None at the moment in Felidae, he’s always had a bit of a loyalty for his lost Rachel.
Quotes: ((usually directed at Coricopat but if he doesn’t like you something similar is probable))— “Best hope you don’t get hurt, I might just leave you to get gangrene.”
Theme Song: Home Again--Scarlet Pimpernel Concept Cast
Character Color code: Zachariah “Doc” Cohen
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Aliases: Zach, Doc, Coricopat tends to refer to him as “That bloody blind horse doctor”
Age: 47
Build: Doc has a very slight build, standing no more than 5’8” and weighing just barely in the average weight for his height, he’s not an imposing or intimidating figure.
Origin: Doc was born in Chişinău (Kishinev) (now the capital of Moldova) to a Jewish mother and father. He was raised there and was one of the few very lucky Jews who was able to attend High School and there after University following the May Laws. In summer of 1905, having seen the horror of the Kishinev pogrom in April he left his hometown for America. He came to Felidae in 1910, leaving it only once: when he went to war.
Occupation: Legally: primary doctor at Felidae General. Illegally: doctor for Macavity’s gang. Former field doctor
Eyes: Golden with a dull sheen in some lights.
Hair: His dark silvery hair is growing lighter near his temples as he ages, but he wears it long enough to slick back and wear under a hat.
Scars: He has a limp due to a wound sustained during his youth in Tsarist Russia
Fur/Markings: His fur is, quite simply, a Russian Blue’s coat. The deep smoky grey seems silvery in some lights, tending toward a dark grey-blue.
Attire: He is never seen with a suit coat on. The only coat he carries is a long overcoat designed to keep out the chill that seems to always be in his bones. He wears his shirt sleeves shoved up past the elbow, or with arm bands around his upper arm to hold the sleeves back just a bit, his suspenders over the shoulders of them but under the vest he wears. His slacks tend to be brown or dark greenish. His brown shoes are worn and dull at the toe and he has a pair of small round glasses set on the bridge of his nose at all times.
Accessories: Doc carries a small flask and a small bottle of smelling salts on his person at all times.
WOC: He dislikes weapons and relies on his ability to use his claws when he needs to, and just avoids patterns.
Appearance: Doc is a small cat, slight of build, and wiry. He isn’t one who will confront another cat, and he tends to avoid cats with a confrontational tendency about them. His clothes are usually rumpled—rather than rolling up his sleeves he pushes them up and just hopes they stay there. His hair tends to be a little bit messy because he’ll forget he’s slicked it down and run his fingers through it.
Personality: Doc is a rather sardonic tom, made bitter and jaded by the things he’s seen, experienced and done. When he smiles it’s almost invariably mirthless. Naïveté and happiness irritate him. Due to his tendency toward gloom and sarcasm his bedside manner leaves much to be desired. He’s one of those doctors who seems to expect his patients to die and is always pleasantly surprised when they don’t.
Even with the jaded personality he possesses, Doc has a soft spot for anycat down on their luck—especially if they’re a kit. His sympathy for those who are injured while endangering others is far smaller.
He hates to see others in pain, especially when he knows that nothing he can do will help them. He has seen the life fade from far too many pairs of eyes to grieve over a lost patient as he did in his early years as a physician, but the accusatory look he may well imagine in each pair haunts him. Cohen knows he can’t save them all, but he’ll be damned before he stops trying.
Trying to find the potential in others is what keeps him going. No matter if that potential be good or bad, Cohen tried to locate it and see if it is possible for the good in them to flourish.
He prefers quiet solitude to large groups of people as within large crowds all he can think of is the number of people likely to be missing from such an assembly the next year. He worked through the Influenza, and saw more than a few young toms perish in the War. Working now as a mob doctor as well as a senior doctor in a city like Felidae means that he spends as much of his time closeted away from the public as he can. He has learned to turn over and return to sleep after waking from a nightmare of those he failed—when one can only snatch a pawful of hours for rest one has little choice.
Special skills: He’s very good at word problems and crosswords, both in Russian and English, he utilizes crosswords and the like as a way to practice his English.
Weaknesses: Doc suffers from both myopia and astigmatism causing him to need his glasses at all times. He’s also not an especially strong tom so that’s a distinct disadvantage as well.
Fears: Fire, and the risk of people discovering that he still practices Judaism in secret. America may be the land of opportunity but he certainly doesn’t trust them not to react much as the Russians did, especially with the Klan going after anyone who isn’t middle class protestant of Western European descent.
Likes: Having no patients, not having to think about much of anything, and his peace and quiet.
Dislikes: Being woken up at odd hours of the night to treat idiots who can’t keep themselves from getting shot, things that remind him of Kishinev
History: Doc was born in Chişinău (Kishinev) (now the capital of Moldova) to a Jewish mother and father. Raised Orthodox he was submitted to the stringent rules of his religion and the strict rules of his country. He was raised in Kishinev and was one of the few very lucky Jews who was able to attend High School and thereafter University following the May Laws. He met a young woman named Rachel there and began courting her. In summer of 1905, in the aftermath of the first Kishinev pogrom, Rachel’s family left for America. Doc followed a few months later, but never did relocate the young woman. After five years in the country he finally came to Felidae in 1910. Doc found a job in the local hospital and settled into a daily routine.
Then came The Great War. Doc, due to his eye problems couldn’t enlist, but he volunteered as a doctor for the field hospitals. The horrors there were worse than any he’d encountered before, but he filed them away, suppressing them as he did with all such things. He returned to Felidae and had difficulty re-assimilating into the society. He returned to his job at the hospital, but found the hours excruciating for several years as he gradually gained more and more seniority and respect for his expertise. Even now he is more likely to be reached at Felidae General than at his home.
Love Interest: None at the moment in Felidae, he’s always had a bit of a loyalty for his lost Rachel.
Quotes: ((usually directed at Coricopat but if he doesn’t like you something similar is probable))— “Best hope you don’t get hurt, I might just leave you to get gangrene.”
Theme Song: Home Again--Scarlet Pimpernel Concept Cast
Character Color code: Zachariah “Doc” Cohen
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