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RYAN VOLKAN AUSTIN
FULL NAME: ryan volkan austin
NICKNAMES: ry
AGE: twenty-four
GENDER: male
SEXUALITY: homosexual
STATUS: single
GROUP: citizen
GRADE: N/A
MAJOR: N/A
JOB OCCUPATION: ER NurseHAIR: More of an average brown, styled to usually just be pushed back with a bit of gel or wax, nothing exciting. Longer on top, usually shaved at the sides.
EYES: Quite blue.
SCARS/BIRTHMARKS: N/A
TATTOOS: Oh Jesus, where do we even start? The bloke is absolutely covered.
PIERCINGS: Nose and ears stretched, but he takes them out for work.
PLAY-BY: Dani Winter-BatesLIKES: His job comes first and foremost in his life, he hasn't got much else that he has to devote to. The blood, the guts and the trauma of it all, then the getting to know his patients. Vodka, his love, many a night he has had where he woke up in the morning hugging a bottle still. Crap TV, on the days he has off, he would be monging out in front of the tv, eating junk food and consuming as many calories as possible. On the other end of it all, he absolutely loves hitting the gym, the gym is one of the things in his life that keeps from from going insane, well, that and his cigarettes. He prefers roll ups to tailor mades. Hot guys are his weakness, even when he is working, if there's a hot guy in the waiting room, if they're not covered in blood with injuries that could even make his stomach turn, and he has a strong stomach, he will turn into a giggling mess.
DISLIKES: Where do we start? There are a few things that make his blood boil. Rude doctors, rude patients, rude people in general. Homophobes come near the top of the list, and if you really want to make his blood boil, try and tell him why he should convert to a religion. People who slut it about on the gay scene and then wonder why they can't get a stable relationship; well newsflash, half of NYC has had you in their bed. Time wasters really wind him up, small talk isn't one of his favourite things to do but he doesn't mind it here and there. Child abuse, alcoholics, drug abusers. They all wind him up and get to him.
FEARS: His father walking back into his life, being stabbed by a patient, being told he isn't a good nurse.
SECRETS: Even though he is a very open book, he doesn't much like to discuss his father with people. As far as they're aware, he's dead. The truth of the matter is his father went to rehab for his alcohol and drug abuse, then when he got released, he never came back to them. Ryan hasn't heard from his father since he was about eight years old.
PERSONALITY: Ryan does have a lot of time for people, he is one of the most understanding people out there, but when it comes down to it, he also isn't afraid to put his opinions on things across to others. He is brutally honest with people, whether they like it or not, which is why he hasn't got a lot of friends anymore, but the ones he does have are his closest friends with unbreakable bonds. He is extremely loyal and will always fight for what he feels is right, but then there are other things that he can not make his mind up on what is right, for example, a lot of wards. He also doesn't believe in gay pride. Live and let live, he highly believes that half the reason a lot of gay people get so many problems from people is purely because of how much they prance about with it. Again, he is highly opinionated.
As up front as he is about things, he is actually quite a laid back person, he usually lets things just go over his head and gets things over and done with.MOTHER: Mary Austin - 47
FATHER: Philip Austin - 53
SIBLINGS: Jamie Austin - 18
OTHERS: N/A
PETS: N/A
HOMETOWN: Portsmouth, England.
HISTORY: Valentine's day, how romantic. His parents were celebrating with alcohol, I mean, how else? No lovey-dovey stuff, just a simple bottle of vodka...or three. How they ever survived is a miracle in itself, let alone was able to have 'loving' intercourse. Not so much Mary, it was more Philip, he always managed to drink at least three or four quadruple measurements by the time Mary had finished her first single. Still, they managed. They got by in their loveless relationship. That night, by some standard of sexual intercourse, probably including a lot of pills to enhance Phil's experience, little Ryan was conceived. Nine months later, a freezing cold November evening, he was brought into the world, kicking and screaming, perfectly healthy and relatively cute, as far as babies who have just been pushed out in a pool of blood, faecal matter and urine go, not to mention all newborns look like a mashed potato anyway. Two proud parents, arguing over his name, which was decided on a game of rock paper scissors, as per usual with everything in the house.
Life was good, they were doing well, his father an orthopaedic surgeon, his mother a trauma doctor, raking in the money, making a killing with it, until Philip got offered a job in Colorado. Without even hesitating, he took the job, without even consulting his wife, who was also, once again pregnant, little did they know. Daniel was now five, his mother had only just conceived. Not long after they got to the wonderful country of USA, she found another job working on critical care and he was doing well, until one day he collapsed at work, his system full of cocaine and alcohol. Not only at work, in the middle of operating. This was it, he was ruined. Mary continued working, to much scrutiny of others. At the age of eight, Ryan had a little brother, aged two, a mother and a father in rehab. Months went by, no word from him. A year went by, still nothing. Yet another year, yep, you guessed it, nothing. It was time to accept that Philip had left them after rehab. They moved away, once again. This time to NYC, new start, no one knew who they were, this was their time.
Ryan went through school pretty well, no problems, good grades, he seemed to be heading the same way as his mother, to go into medicine, he had taken a keen interest in it. It was only when he went to the ER one day with his brother, who was now aged nine, making Ryan fifteen, to some sutures put into place that he realised that nursing was more for him. He graduated high school then went onto university. This is where he came out of the closet. There's not really a lot to tell on this one, his mother was too accepting, his brother didn't seem to take any notice of it, his friends were cool, after all, he was doing nursing. The only comment he did get was from a member of the football team; 'You're too manly to be gay'. He found a new obsession; body modification and keeping fit, in the form of tattoos, stretching his ears and piercings. Then there was the gym, he pretty much lived in it, cardio was what he did best. First he got a small tattoo, it went all uphill for him from there. Tattoo after tattoo, nose piercing, stretched ears, he was finally happy with his appearance. His mother, of course, hated every bit of it, but live and let live, as she always said. Graduating from University with a nursing degree threw his world right open, dual qualified in adult nursing and mental health nursing, he knew that the world was finally his oyster, so where else would he go back to? New York City. Working in the hospital in the emergency room, often opting to take the trauma room, as that was his calling, he was happy with his life. He knew he had finally got somewhere with his life.
YOUR ALIAS: Jack
RULE WORDS: kidnappedbykim
WHERE YOU FOUND US: PBS
SAMPLE:
'Trauma team one to trauma room, category one patient incoming, ETA three minutes.'
It was go time. Sprinting from the break room to the trauma room in a flash of blue scrubs, Ryan managed to avoid bumping into ten other patients and causing them more injuries by mere inches. One of the doctors in the room handed him the 'Lead RN' apron, which meant he was in charge and responsible for all the nurses in the room during this trauma call, not the position he wanted but he knew it would do. He much preferred the 'resus nurse' apron, that way he could actually get his hands dirty if the patient, God forbid, crashed on them. After slipping the apron on he looked at his nursing team. "Right guys, this patient is category A, which means that we have under five minutes to get an airway if there isn't one and assess all injuries. You guys know the drill, any problems, I'm here, don't be afraid to shout." He began, then spotted one of the nurses in the back that he hadn't seen around much. Oh yes, the new kid on the block. "You'll be fine, Rochelle, just follow what we do." And just like that, the doors bashed open with the paramedic ontop of the trolley performing cardiac massage. It was almost like clockwork. The staff began trauma crash protocols. Anyone could smell the adrenaline flowing throughout the room, there was nothing he loved more than the sight of his nursing team working with the other medics in the building, even if, half the time he was convinced the nurses should be the ones running the unit.
Forty long minutes passed and the patient was taken up to a critical care bed. 'How did I do? Am I a good ER nurse?' He asked the words from a timid young girl. It was Rochelle, he had taken her under his wing a bit, something he shouldn't have done, he knew, but she was new and young in the game, not that he had been in it much longer than she, but he had a good knowledge behind the nursing game, with all the connections in the hospital he might need due to a mother who had worked her way up in the hospital game. "Yeah, you did absolutely brilliantly, I want you to stay on trauma as long as you can." He replied with a smile and a wink, undressing from his blood-stained scrubs and into a new, fresh clean smelling set.
{Not my best sample, but I've been awake for over eighteen hours and I'm shattered.} get some bloody sleep! - Kim xD
It was go time. Sprinting from the break room to the trauma room in a flash of blue scrubs, Ryan managed to avoid bumping into ten other patients and causing them more injuries by mere inches. One of the doctors in the room handed him the 'Lead RN' apron, which meant he was in charge and responsible for all the nurses in the room during this trauma call, not the position he wanted but he knew it would do. He much preferred the 'resus nurse' apron, that way he could actually get his hands dirty if the patient, God forbid, crashed on them. After slipping the apron on he looked at his nursing team. "Right guys, this patient is category A, which means that we have under five minutes to get an airway if there isn't one and assess all injuries. You guys know the drill, any problems, I'm here, don't be afraid to shout." He began, then spotted one of the nurses in the back that he hadn't seen around much. Oh yes, the new kid on the block. "You'll be fine, Rochelle, just follow what we do." And just like that, the doors bashed open with the paramedic ontop of the trolley performing cardiac massage. It was almost like clockwork. The staff began trauma crash protocols. Anyone could smell the adrenaline flowing throughout the room, there was nothing he loved more than the sight of his nursing team working with the other medics in the building, even if, half the time he was convinced the nurses should be the ones running the unit.
Forty long minutes passed and the patient was taken up to a critical care bed. 'How did I do? Am I a good ER nurse?' He asked the words from a timid young girl. It was Rochelle, he had taken her under his wing a bit, something he shouldn't have done, he knew, but she was new and young in the game, not that he had been in it much longer than she, but he had a good knowledge behind the nursing game, with all the connections in the hospital he might need due to a mother who had worked her way up in the hospital game. "Yeah, you did absolutely brilliantly, I want you to stay on trauma as long as you can." He replied with a smile and a wink, undressing from his blood-stained scrubs and into a new, fresh clean smelling set.
{Not my best sample, but I've been awake for over eighteen hours and I'm shattered.} get some bloody sleep! - Kim xD
