WILKINSON, graham august

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GRAHAM AUGUST WILKINSON

FULL NAME: Graham August Wilkinson

NICKNAMES:

AGE: 37

GENDER: Male

SEXUALITY: Straight

STATUS: Single

GROUP: Citizen

GRADE: n/a 

MAJOR: n/a

JOB OCCUPATION: Surgeon 

HAIR: Graham has dirty blonde, short hair.

EYES: Green

SCARS/BIRTHMARKS: He has a prosthetic leg from losing it in the war. 

TATTOOS: graham has a few tattoos. he has a matching one with lucie. he has a heart on her ring finger, and he has one on his. he has one for audrey. its a bird cage on his side with the door open, a dove flying out of it. underneath that, there's a small date of her death. he also has barbed wire around the circumference of his left arm.

PIERCINGS:  

PLAY-BY: Eric Dane 

LIKES:

• Lucile 
• Performing Surgery
• The rush emergency medicine gives him.
• Loud, fast paced music
• Keeping active
• Camping 
• Hiking
• Sex
• Younger women
• Children
• Birds

DISLIKES:

• That he joined the army
• War
• Seeing people that look or act like his sister
• PSTD
• That he loves Lucie
• Drinking
• Musicals
• Soda
• Getting attached to people
• Unmotivated people

FEARS:

• Ending up without Lucie
• Not having children
• Someone he loves dying again.

SECRETS: He secretly thinks that Lucie is still alive, even though he hasn't heard from her since the explosion.

PERSONALITY: Graham is cocky. He's your typical 'player' type, only he's 37. He likes to hang out at classy places and pick women up. He says he doesn't believe in love, but in reality, there's only one girl he wants to fall in love with. He's very protective, and he has a temper. He's an exercise junky, and he likes to believe that anyone can overcome anything. He doesn't take well to people who won't help themselves out of a slump, and he often looks down on them. 

MOTHER: Sadie - 55

FATHER: Jude - 57

SIBLINGS: Audrey - Deceased

OTHERS:

PETS: Duce, Boxer Pup, one. 

HOMETOWN: Georgia

HISTORY: i had a fairly normal childhood. my parents were young when they had me. my mom was eighteen, actually, and my dad had been twenty. we lived in georgia my entire life. my father owned his own lawn care business, and my mother was a stay-at-home mom. since work was so plentiful for my father, we lived in a decent house. four bedroom, three bathrooms. my mom spent her days taking care of me, the house, and our neighbors.



i had always liked playing 'cops and robbers' with the neighborhood kids. i also loved g.i. joe and those little green army men. i could play for hours and hours under the tree in our backyard. in the winters, my dad would take a break from his job, and he would take my mom and i to a cabin out in alabama. we would stay there for a month, and then we would return home so dad could start shoveling snow and de-icing things.



when i was eight, my sister was born. she was born premature, and she was tiny. even when i was little, i was afraid of losing her. my parents would often find me camped out on her bedroom floor in the mornings. as she got older, i became more protective of her. she was the baby, and she was my only sister. she often played outside with me and the other kids in the neighborhood. at night, we would lay under the stars and find the brightest ones we could. in the early mornings, before mom made breakfast, we would bird watch. audrey loved bird watching. she would pretend to speak to them, and she even caught a few. i wasn't as fond of birds as she was, but i liked whatever made her happy.



in high school, i started getting into fights. i was an excellent student, and i was also a wrestler. my fighting only got worse as the years went on. that's when my father sat me down, and he told me maybe i should join the army to get that anger out. so, i looked into it. the day i joined, my momma cried. i started training during my senior year of high school.



while i was training, i joined medical school. i graduated at the top of my class, too. i went on to become a trauma surgeon for the army, and i had my first tour. that's when audrey surprised us all. she joined the army as soon as she got out of high school. i tried to talk her out of it; i had seen what happens. i didn't want her anywhere near it. but she insisted. she went to college out of state, and she met lucille. her best friend,who was also in the army. they became nurses, and they shipped out with me.



we took care of the wounded together, and i made sure the two girls were safe. one day, when audrey was 27, we were driving to a trauma center. we were going to help a group of people who had survived a bombing. we hit a land mine, and our truck exploded. when i woke up, i was being yelled at by lucie. she sounded scared, and she looked like she had just been to hell and back. she kept hitting my face, trying to wake me up. it took me a minute to come around, and then i sat up. my leg hurt, and i looked down to see that it was broken. completely shattered. she had torn part of her shirt to tie up my leg to stop the bleeding. as much as the pain hurt, i stood up. i couldn't find audrey.



lucie tried to make me sit back down, but i couldn't just sit there and do nothing while my sister was still out there. i limped, holding onto the charred truck for support. i finally found audrey. she was barely breathing, a piece of metal sticking out of her heart. i ran to her as best as i could, and i tried to save her, but it was no use. i needed my tools in order to save her, and i didn't have anything but the shirt on my back and some dust. so i held her. i held her, and i pointed to the birds i saw flying. i wanted to calm her down; i wanted her to know i was there for her. she died in my arms that day. we waited for help for about five hours before they finally showed up. i was taken back to the states to get treated, and lucie was left behind to attend to the injured.



i ended up getting a really bad bone infection, since i hadn't been treated right away when i was injured. they had to amputate my leg. it took me months to get through therapy and to use a prosthetic. lucie had come home for a leave to go to audrey's funeral. she sat by my side for weeks. she went to the funeral with me. she helped me through therapy. we ended up falling in love with each other. but within six months, she decided she couldn't be in this town anymore. not when other people were over there fighting the people who had killed her best friend. so she went back over, leaving me behind.



i lived with my parents for about a year, being the top trauma doctor at our small town's hospital. but i didn't want to stay with them forever. i needed to start my own life and get away from all the memories. i picked up and moved to new york in hopes of finding myself again. 

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