Nathanael Lee
Jun 29, 2010 12:27:57 GMT -5
Post by Nathanael Lee on Jun 29, 2010 12:27:57 GMT -5
The easy S T U F F . . .Name: Dr. Maxwell Aaron Donahue
Nickname: Max
Age: Thirty-six
Member Group: Local (MSAD Doctor)
Power(s): Biological Manipulation
Play By: Darren HayesLet it F L O W . . .
Local Doctor, Maxwell Donahue, Accused of Being a Meta-human
April 13th, 2005
A community in Hastings received a shock earlier this week when the well-liked Dr. Maxwell Donahue was accused of having special abilities.
Dr. Donahue is a General Practitioner. He grew up in Rotorua and moved to Switzerland at the age of 14 where he attended a private boarding school. Upon returning home at the age of 18, he began medical school.
As a student, the doctor was known for his effort, persistence, and good grades. It is unknown at this time whether or not either school was aware of his abilities.
He is also known in the medical field as an exceptional speaker, winning support for many controversial research proposals after presenting them at conventions. Although these areas have yet to be effected, it is possible that a decline in support and funding might occur in the coming weeks due to this accusation.
George Johnson was the man who discovered Dr. Donahue’s secret. Apparently he had brought his son in for stitches, only to be told by the doctor that the injury wasn’t as serious as it looked. Johnson wasn’t convinced. He claims he would have never brought his son in unless he was in need of care, and the fact that the boy was suddenly fine is what alerted Johnson to the possibility that the doctor was a meta.
Johnson claims that when he confronted the doctor, Donahue tried to convince him that the alleged power was not dangerous by demonstrating on his son’s wound. Worried that his child was in danger, Johnson did everything he could to get away from the office. In his panic, Donahue was accidently stabbed with a pair of surgical scissors.
At this time, there are no charges placed on Mr. Johnson.
The common concern of all of Dr. Donahue’s patients is whether or not he only used this power to help people. In New Zealand, General Practitioners are paid on an hourly basis by a publicly funded program. The amount of funding each office receives, however, is determined by the number of patients each GP sees per month.
“If he can use his power to heal, what’s to stop him from making people sicker,” Mr. Johnson said.
We were unable to reach Donahue’s family. His parents are on vacation and his sister has not returned our calls.
When approached for comment, Abigail Nordem of Nordem and Donahue Family Practice claimed she had nothing to say on the matter. The two doctors formed the practice shortly after completing their internships at the hospital where they met. There is no word yet on whether or not...
The rest of the article scattered across the room as Max crumpled up the Kiwi Inquisitor and tossed it over his shoulder. “What a load of utter bullshit,” he muttered to himself. He knew it was a bad idea to pick up the paper when he saw his name in the front page headline, but he couldn’t help the urge to at least look at what they had to say. Much good it did. The article only succeeded in upsetting him.
He could scarcely believe the amount of crap George Johnson spewed to the newspaper. The so called accidental stabbing was really an attack, and now his left hand was in a cast because of it (he was expected to make a full recovery, but for the time being it was a major inconvenience). The doctor had been wary of Johnson since a few months prior, when the man first showed signs of mistrusting him. In fact, Max was certain the whole thing was a set up. Not that anyone except Abigail would listen to his side of the story.
So far, this day had gone just about as badly as the rest of the week. Max arrived at his practice to find that there were no appointments for the day, and all but two nurses had called in sick. The only thing new was the phone call that came in that morning—someone was actually going to visit him. Not surprisingly, it was a new patient, and Max didn’t have his hopes up that they would stick around. No doubt it was some new family in town, and they had yet to catch wind of the meta-human doctor. He sighed and slouched in his office chair, fingers laced and propping up his forehead as he leaned over his desk. There wasn’t even any tedious paperwork for him to do. Minutes painfully ticked by as he waited for one of the nurses to come get him for the appointment.
Max practically sprung out of his chair when he heard the two brief knocks on the door. And two brief knocks was all he got. When he opened his office door, the nurse was nowhere to be seen and the folder with the new patient’s paperwork was sitting in the plastic file holder that hung next to his door. It didn’t bother him, though, because at least he had someone to see. Not even taking the time to thumb through the information, Max grabbed the file and walked down the hall to room one. It wasn’t until he was opening the door that he realized that he didn’t even know this new patient’s name. The first thing he noticed when he saw the man was that he was clutching a copy of the Kiwi Inquisitor. Shit. Better make this fast.
“Good day, Mister…”
“Gabriel Underwood,” the stranger offered.
“Mr. Underwood. What seems to be the problem?”Behind the M A S K . . .Name: James
Age: -less
RP Experience: Sixish years
How did you find us?: Hrm. I think someone linked me here. Don’t know who.Show your S K I L L S . . .But I’m a cheater, remember?
