i killed a man to make you love me (o/o)

I'm making more roleplays! Yayyyyyy… I won't regret this, totally!

Anyways, I have a Jekyll & Hyde inspired OC I want to flesh out, and this seems like the best place for him. He's an Edwardian-era doctor always looking to do better for the world, and has a mysterious medical condition that causes him to black out completely when he goes to bed and wake up in strange places in the morning. He assumes it's some advanced form of sleepwalking, but what if it isn't? What if something much more sinister is at play?

Your character can be whoever as long as they fit in the general time period. Have fun.

If you know me, you know my general rules. If not, just ask.

EDIT: Note, I do want this to be a romance.

(Abdjdjbsne you know me- just kinda sliding in)

(Yooo frieeeeeend! So, is this stalking or joining because if it’s joining then plot, perhaps? But if stalking, then welcome!)

(I would love to join if you'll have me!)

(Hell ye! So, any characters in mind that we could build a plot from? Also if it’s you joining I would like to bring in some other gothlit OCs and I’ll assume you probably have a vague idea of who they are via just being a cool dude, if that’s okay. I can keep it simple if you want.)

(I have a few characters that might work. A stern but sweet doctor who has no time for bullshit, a bubbly but sarcastic nerd, the list could go on tbh. And other gothlit OC's are more than welcome!!)

(Cool! Stern but sweet doctor could make a good match, maybe ours work at the same hospital and they engage in shenanigans there?)

(Sounds good!!)

(Alright! How do you want me to start, then?)

(However. Maybe your character is introduced, or like, they're assigned to work together?)

(Assigned to work together on a problem patient could work? It might also allow me to enter in an OC or two?)

(Sounds good!)

(Okay! What's your character's name and pronouns, and I'll get us started!)

(Perseus, or Percy Williams he/him)

(Cool.)

(Yee!)

Doctor Kavi Shah was an esteemed gentleman, scholar, and recognized genius. He had turned 28 last month, and was currently in the middle of studying to become a doctor of Law. He was so, so close, but his work had consumed his life. Like today, when he had been assigned to work with a Doctor Perseus Williams, on a patient with a gunshot wound through her shoulder who was refusing to cooperate, and whom sedation seemed to not work on. She seemed like a fully normal teenage girl, besides some strange scarring all over her body, and the way she spoke in broken French like it was less a second language and more fragments of an only language. Kavi had no problems with communication, he'd studied many languages, but these were English bluebloods at this hospital for the most part, people who hadn't had to work a day for their fortune or education. He knew most people here would speak French, it was a common language, but communication with someone like this girl seemed like it would be a challenge for even experienced speakers. Thus, Kavi. He was always called in when nobody else could solve the problem, because if he couldn't solve it, nobody could. He was usually given busy work despite his status as a surgeon, among other titles, but apparently today was the day they needed a level head to crack this nut. He hadn't ran into a problem he couldn't solve on his own, so he wondered why he would be assigned to work with Williams. He walked to the man's office, carrying a briefcase of medical tools and various paperwork below his station he'd been assigned by callous nurses and new hires and secretaries to handle.

Doctor Perseus Williams was a man who was well tempered, kind, and got the job done, after all he was someone who held himself with the utmost grace. He was a good man who simply wanted to help others and learn more about the human body and mind, that's why he went into medicine in the first place… among other reasons of course. Perseus was someone who welcomed fate, and fate had brought him here. He wasn't exactly sure why. He had been assigned to work with someone on the current case, he had heard of the esteemed doctor, but other than that he knew very little regarding the man he was supposed to work with. A Doctor Kavi Shah. Most of the things he had learned about the doctor were pleasant, and he wasn't too worried about working with the doctor, especially regarding this case, after all it would most likely be a more difficult task rather than a dangerous one. Perseus was fluent in many languages, since he had spent his time abroad to learn, and he caught on fairly quickly to various languages. He was sure that things here would work out, after all, they were two well known doctors. He just wondered vaguely as to why they had been assigned to work together. After all, it was just a bullet wound in a girl that spoke broken French. Currently, Perseus was sitting at his desk, scribbling away at the paperwork he needed to finish regarding his most recent patients, after all organization was key. He hummed softly when he heard footsteps, glancing up slightly. Today was the day he was supposed to work with Doctor Shah. Well, he wasn't complaining. Maybe it would be nice to work with a partner… or it could go horribly wrong. He wasn't sure, but he might as well give it a chance.

Kavi let himself into Williams's office, hauling his bag in with him. With all the stairs, the bag felt like it weighed a ton, maybe more. "Doctor Williams? Kavi Shah, at your service." he said with too much breath, offering a sweaty hand to shake, then withdrawing before he could shake to wipe the sweat off on his pants where it left a stain, then offering out the hand again. "I was sent for. Would you like to discuss the patient's profile before we go see her? I have it right here, sir." he said welcomingly, but not in the way that was particularly inviting of friendship. He withdrew the file from his bag slowly, careful not to spill any papers, and set it on Percy's desk. Apparently, they had found her floating along on the Thames, bleeding out. They treated the wound as best they could, but couldn't seem to get her to let them remove the bullet. Stunningly, she hadn't died yet, with the infection or anything.

Perseus barely even looked up from his paperwork, adjusting the wide circular glasses on the brim of his nose. "Pleasure to meet you." He barely even glanced up offering his hand to shake before returning to his work. "I've read the patients file, she is currently being cared for in the west wing." He glanced at the file and nods in thanks. He already knew, but work was work and he was thankful at least to have the file on his desk again. He stood slowly and brushed the rusty red hair from his eyes, back into it's neat ponytail. "However, we should go now and prepare for the surgery." He washed his hands and glanced over to Kavi. "No need for the "sir" by the way. Doctor or Perseus is fine." He hummed and moved out of his office. He was a no-nonsense kind of guy, especially when it came to work. "Shall we chat while we walk?" He held the door open for Kavi.

"Yes, si- I mean, Perseus." Kavi shook his head to rid himself of brain fog, and nodded. "Yes, walking and talking could prove useful." he walked through the door, knowing he would have come across as a pushover had he offered the door himself to Perseus and sighing in relief at the fact. He flipped through the file a few times more, reading over any extra useful information but finding none. This girl… she was a mystery, that was for sure. "So, have you ever seen anything like this before?" he asked, walking briskly and maybe a little bit too quickly to be polite but not caring too much for that at the moment.

He nods a bit when the other called him by his first name. He was quiet as he listened to the other talk. Even as they walked, he held himself with dignity. He was around 6'1, deep red hair tied neatly into a low ponytail. He adjusts his glasses. "Someone getting shot and left to die in the river? More common than expected. However, it's odd how her shoulder hasn't become infected, and it's ever odder still that she's not accepting treatments. Considering the fact that there's a bullet in her shoulder, one would think she would want it out as soon as possible." He adjusts his glasses again and glances at Kavi, he was easily keeping stride with the other, guiding him to where the patient would be resting. He knocks softly and glances over at Kavi, "Are you ready, Doctor Shah?"

Kavi, on the other hand, held himself like he was trying not to be seen. He was short, and very thin, borderline emaciated, with charcoal black hair and deep, soulful eyes like obsidian rocks, so brown they were nearly black. There were dark bags around his eyes, and premature grey streaks in his hair, likely from stress. He had dimples in his amber brown cheeks, but they rarely showed as he didn't have much reason to smile unless dealing with children, which he rarely did. His hair was messy and unkempt, short as was the typical English style, but he hoped to grow it out a bit to be able to style it more. It was already on its shaggy way, but he still had about an inch to go before he could do anything with it. Kavi entered the room, where a girl with eyes like Kavi's and hair like a she-peacock's, white that faded into grey, sat. He shook his head. The wound looked pretty nasty, but as the reports said, it had barely even gotten inflamed. "Doctor, would you like to start the conversation? I've not needed to speak French in a good few months and my translation may be rusty."

Perseus glances at Kavi for a moment before nodding and moving to the girl. He grabbed his notebook and quill before settling into the chair beside the bed and talked with her quietly in French, asking quiet questions about how she was feeling and what not. He wanted to be as gentle as possible with her, after all she was pretty much a ticking time bomb. Nor did he want to upset her. His goal was to care for his patients in a gentle way and make sure they were cared for. If he could not guide them through gentle actions, usually another course, such as placing the patient under medical examination as well as placing them on something to help them pass out so the doctors could take care of the patient as needed.

The girl seemed to be ignoring Perseus for the most part, her far-too-big, filthy medical gown slipping down her wounded shoulder. She moved it back up with her injured arm, then hissed at the presumed pain that came with moving the wound. She muttered something about "bad brother," and shook her head, asking in broken speech something that approximated "where is my fish?", before proceeding to ignore the two doctors entirely. Kavi too, began to ask her questions which received no answers. He looked worriedly over to Perseus before shrugging.

He sighed softly when the girl ignored him. It was common after all. He ran a hand through his hair, humming quietly as he looked over the walls of the room and then over to the girl again, writing down what she spoke curiously. Maybe he could figure that out later. It would be best if they put her under for now. That would probably be the easiest way to get her to sleep. It was needed by now, the bullet was hurting her and he didn't want to risk her getting an infection. He ran a hand through his hair before moving to the table that sat in the room.

Kavi muttered something, scribbling down some notes on his notepad. He needed to decipher what she meant, but couldn't figure out where she could be coming from. Well, fish could mean the Thames where she was found, and she could have a relative for brother… perhaps the one who shot her, even? That would make sense. He knew he was likely wrong, he was bad with cases like these, but Kavi had to find some way to communicate that she was safe here and that he could perform a surgery on her to remove the bullet from its pus-laden wound. "Doctor? What do you think of this?" he asked, taking more notes about her condition carefully. She seemed a bit underweight, but still fairly healthy. She must not have gotten much sleep with the pain, too.

He listened intently as she talked, humming softly as he wrote down the things in his notepad as well, just in case either of them missed something. He glanced over to Doctor Shah when he spoke and tapped his lips thoughtfully. "Well. I want to see if we can tell her we mean no harm. If we can't do that, we'll have to put her under. The bullet has been in her shoulder for too long. Even if it hasn't been infected, with all her moving around it could end up tearing through serious muscles or even hitting an artery." He explains softly. "She'll need to be taken care of extremely quickly."

"Don't you remember her file? Somehow, some way, she's got an immunity to sedatives." Kavi chewed on the end of his pencil, the soft wood having some give under his teeth as he gnawed on the thing. "Our only chance is to prove we mean no harm. Or, restraints, but I don't like resorting to those." he shrugged, seeming a bit absentminded. He muttered a little more, pacing around the room thinking hard without coming to any conclusions. "We'll need to figure out what she's said to people. Maybe we can figure out what she's trying to communicate there."

He nods, "I know. But I believe there are other ways to put someone under. We just need to figure out what to do." He sighed softly. "I agree, restraints aren't the best idea. I don't want to force her into those." He inhaled softly and ran a hand through his hair. There had to be a way to help her after all. He leaned back in his chair and rubbed his chin in thought. Maybe a little gift? Maybe something she liked? He had no idea what she liked though. They could try to explain they were here to help. But he wasn't entirely sure. He gnawed on his bottom lip in thought. There had to be something.