William O'Malley [wip]

[Will O'Malley]

"That one British guy who never sleeps."

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PUBLIC INFORMATION

NAME:

[/u] William Ryan O'Malley
NICKNAME:[/u] Will & O'Malley
AGE:[/u] 42 → August 12, 1970
SPECIES:[/u] Taur'i→Earth→Europe→Great Britian→London
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PHYSICAL CHARACTERISTICS

HAIR:

[/u] Generally keeps dark hair short - though tends to let it grow when he's busy, since he simply forgets to get it cut. When it gets a bit longer, it tends to get a wavier or curly look.
EYES:[/u] Dark brown - nearly black from a distance.
SKIN:[/u] Painfully pale - tends to burn easily in the sun.
BODY:[/u] Fit but not at an obsessive level.
ATTIRE:[/u] Will generally prefers the classic 'jeans, t-shirt, and zip-up jacket' type of attire. Thanks to his profession, however, he's learned to stop having a preference. If he happens to actually be out of uniform, most of the time he'll end up being called to the infirmary and end up with blood, vomit, or some sort of fluid over clothing he actually enjoys wearing.
FACE CLAIM:[/u] Milo Ventimiglia
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MEDICAL

MEDICAL HISTORY:

• Age 12: Stitches on left arm from biking accident
  
• Age 16: Hospitalized after car accident - no serious injuries
  
• Age 17: Broken arm - pushed down flight of stairs by Lee
  
• Age 20: Sprained right ankle - playing sports [soccer/football]
  
• Age 23: Hospitalized for flu
  
• Age 32-42: Injuries are classified due to Star Gate involvement

STRENGTHS:

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• Been involved in the Star Gate program for about ten years
  
• Strong willed
  
• Strong stomached
  
• Damn good trauma surgeon
  
• Fast reader
  
• Good at skipping rocks
  
• Morbid sense of humor
  
• Good leader
  
• Loyal friend

WEAKNESSES:[/u]

• Bottles emotion
  
• Insomniac
  
• Never admits being injured
  
• Work-a-holic
  
• Tends to over-think things
  
• Doesn't let people get close to him
  
• Painfully private about his life
  
• Addicted to coffee
  

LIKES:[/u]

• Coffee
  
• Alternative Rock music
  
• Darker colors
  
• Breakfast food
  
• Reading
  
• Leading
  
• Sarcasm
  
• Dead-pan humor
  
• Doctor Who
  

DISLIKES:[/u]

• Tea
  
• Ketchup
  
• People who let leadership get to their head
  
• Backstabbers
  
• Liars
  
• Spiders
  
• Being in charge of everything ever
  
• Public displays of affection [when he's in a relationship - keeps that stuff behind closed doors]

PSYCHE EVALUATION:[/u] Will is one to keep a lot of his thoughts within his mind - never letting them escape to the surface. Basically - he's a bottler. If he's got a problem or issue he should be vocalizing, he'll just end up with a bad case of insomnia...even if one of his best friends is a Psychologist. It's just a general habit that he's always had - even when he was a child. Hurt himself? Will would most likely cover it with something and not tell anyone. In general, he hates making big deals out of anything.

O'Malley simply doesn't enjoy having his buttons pushed. Like all people, he has a fuse. His is a moderate length on a good day - and maybe a bit blunt if he woke up on the wrong side of the bed...or rather just got up off the wrong side of the bed, considering he's a serious insomniac. His insomnia is normally infused by his addiction to caffeine - or rather coffee. Yes, Will sleeps - though a good night is far less hours than the average person. A bad night is no sleep at all, though. He simply has an overactive mind that refuses to shut down...and refuses to take sleeping pills. The Doctor finds them far too hazardous for just some sleep.

Naturally, Will has a very cynical side, which warps into his morbid sense of humor. He strongly believes in offsetting harsh realities with humor - now finding it a reflex, rather than something he has to focus on. Even with this strange sense of humor, he's still hard-pressed to ever show any real public displays of affection...normally. There have been instances where this has been broken, though.
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RESUME

OCCUPATION:

[/u] Medical Doctor – Trauma Doctor
RANK:[/u] Colonel
ORGANIZATION:[/u] British Army
SKILL SET:[/u] Can properly handle most firearms, qualified trauma doctor
EQUIPMENT:[/u] Is generally married to his data-pad, tends to have random medical equipment in his various pockets including: cotton balls, band-aids, q-tips, and various items along that nature.
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PERSONAL BACKGROUND

FAMILY:

[/u] Harry O'Malley - father - retired military contract worker - deceased
Emily O'Malley - mother - retired nurse - living
Lee O'Malley - brother - tech specialist within American Army - living
Sarah O’Malley Keiser – exwife – intelligence officer for the SGC – living
James O’Malley Keiser – son – blowing spit-bubbles – living

PERSONAL HISTORY:[/u] I was born awhile back in London England to my parents, Emily and Harry O'Malley. They told me I was an oddly quiet babe. I guess that somewhat foreshadows my natural nature...but moving on. They often engaged me within their lines of work. Mum would bring me to the hospital with her. Of course she didn't let me see anything violent or anyone sickly - but rather would show me the fast-pacing of her work and always managed to get me some form of candy. My father who worked as a military contract worker didn't bring me in often. Sometimes he would show me the blue-prints for a weapon he was working on - then told me to tell no one since he wasn't supposed to let anyone see it. It was our little secret.

Then mum got fat. Well - not fat, but ten-year-old me didn't know the difference. We took a trip to America where she ended up giving birth to my little brother Lee. I didn't like having the new child. He got more attention than me - and naturally I got a bit jealous. Over time, however, I got over it. I started playing games with him and slowly we became quite close.

At age twelve, my dad decided I was old enough to actually see some of the weapons he was working on with the military. This is how he got me involved with firearms. He showed me how to handle, care for, and operate them. Since owning firearms is so difficult in my neck of the woods, it was always at his work.

Several years later, I finally got enough nerve to ask out a girl at my school named Evie McGee. She and I dated for the entirety for a year. I know this shouldn’t matter since it’s just one girlfriend…but she changed my life. She was hit by a car. Evie pushed me out of the way, and ended up getting hit at a somewhat high-speed. I honestly don’t remember much after that point. People just tell me what happened – though everyone tells it a little different. In short, she died and I got involved in medicine. See? This is why I mentioned this awfully sad event. Anyway, life moves on.

I went from an average student to a somewhat obsessive one. I threw myself into my studies. Hard. I ended up going to the Bangor Medical College, Wales, in the end. After the awful process of getting a medical degree, I didn’t know what I wanted to do with my life. Sadly, a recruiter was walking by and talked me into it. So I joined the British Army. Scared my parents when I told them. Eh. I don’t regret it.

I went into basic training, went through all the motions, and was put in a group as an army medic – since I was a qualified trauma doctor, and they thought it would be a good fit, for whatever reason. This is when I got involved with the asshat known as colonel Prynne. He liked calling me Wanda. In the end, there’s an event that therapists love bringing up with me. We were pinned down, he was bleeding too much, I was injured too. It was all-bad. Again, not sure what happened after he started blaming me for it all, honestly. Woke up in a military hospital and was told that Prynne was dead. I…hate myself for the fact that I didn’t care. I just blinked at the nurse who told me the news, then asked what my injuries were.

I ended up in yet-another unit – though this one was in an area of far-less combat. This didn’t last long, before they decided I’d be better working in the hospitals instead of the trenches. I liked the hospital work. It was a nice break from constantly being shot at.

Apparently my actions somehow got the attention of a strange organization known as the SGC. They flew me in and shipped me off to the Delta galaxy (surprise – space flight and aliens are real), where I experienced some of the weirdest things in my entire life. A lot happened there. I was promoted to a Major, nearly died a few times, fought sickness, fought aliens, kept people from dying, was engaged for a bit, dated a few people, and so on. I was reassigned for a mission to help the galaxy with medical-stuff for a while, before returning to Delta. It was…weird coming back. Just wasn’t the same. Eventually, I went back to Earth and was assigned to the SGC’s medical work. I was promoted to Lieutenant Colonel. That felt…weird. I continued my work as the CMO there for awhile, before I met Sarah. She was an intelligence officer within the SGC who had taken a bullet to the stomach. Yes – bullet. Not laser-blast nor magical aurora blow. Bullet. Which most of the medical staff wasn’t used to. My trauma training and work in the BA basically saved her life. She was grateful. Then I didn’t see her for six months. No, our story isn’t amazing and romantic – it’s a bit weird, honestly. She came by and asked me out randomly, since she heard from a friend that I was single. We had wine in a storage room.

Two years later, I proposed. She said yes. We got married. I really don’t want to talk about this, but…you wanted to know everything. She became pregnant about a year later. We had been trying without really talking about it. We were both happy.

So happy.

James was born nine months later. Had dark curly hair like mine. Bright blue eyes like her – which means I apparently have some sort of recessive blue-eyed gene. But that’s getting off topic…

For about two months, my life felt perfect. I had a wife, kid, great job…

Then the fights started. I had gone back to work and she had chosen to stay home a bit longer to keep the child safe. She hated me when I came back. She blamed me for ‘abandoning’ her, and would always throw the kid at me after working for sixteen hours straight. I tried to help as much as I could without a single word of complaint. Eventually, she returned to work and James was left in the care of a nanny we trusted.

I figured the fights would stop, now that she could have a life again.

They got worse.

Every little thing set her off. Hell – it started setting me off. Nearly every evening was a stand-off in the living room where we would be whispering a fight back and forth, in order to not let James hear – nor wake him.

I went to work one day after a particularly awful fight that morning, and sat at my desk. There was two folders that had been placed there before my arrival. One was…divorce papers. The second was a mission to the Ida Galaxy. They wanted me to be the XO on the mission. I accepted both.

However, that didn’t go as smoothly as I would have liked. We ended up having a small trial about who-gets-what – which should have been two lawyers talking – but she wanted it bigger. Surprise – her family had a damn good lawyer, and she wanted full custody of James. Her lawyer twisted words like a painter forming a landscape. There was no way I could win. So I fully accepted the offer to go to the Ida Galaxy.
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CREATOR

NAME:

[/u] Hayles
EXPERIENCE:[/u] Seven years...
CHARACTERS:[/u] Abi Ely & Oscar Moreau
REFERRAL:[/u] Your mother.
SAMPLE RP:[/u] Glancing around the room, Will tapped his fingers on the table impatiently. Wrapping his fingers around the handle of the blue mug that sat to his right, he downed a good portion of his third cup of coffee for the day. Glancing back down at the medical report in front of him, he idly thumbed through the pages. Apparently a new type of bacteria had been discovered off-planet and had a strange effect on people. The scientists were still studying it, but sent along the report to him, to begin treating the aliment.
"Is it so hard to maybe test the air before running through?" he mumbled to himself, shaking his head. It was basically a form of pollen that the human body didn't have a way to fight off - so everyone had a unique set of allergies. That was all.

Standing from his chair, he exited his small office, and greeted the patients with a nod, before he grabbed a syringe from a cabinet, and placed it to the neck of the closest soldier. The man flinched away as he was injected.

"What the hell, man?!" he shouted, as Will studied the man.
"Feel better?"
"I...yes."
"Now..." he turned towards the closest nurse, "Give them each one dose of this," he wrote down the name quickly on the data-pad in the woman's hands, "And they'll be fine. Oh..." he turned back to the soldier who was still examining himself to see if he was well again, "How about next time you don't just blindly run through to a planet and actually make sure the air is breathable."
"We did, sir."
"And this pollen wasn't picked up by any sensors?"
"Correct."
O'Malley narrowed his eyes, "Right. Did you happen to run into a patch of flowers? Or something?"
"It was a forrest planet, sir."
"Okay then. I'll just note this. I guess."

The CMO exited the area with the patients and returned to his office, and took another sip of his coffee. Their reaction was apparently unavoidable. Glancing down at the report, he wrote at the bottom, "When going to forrest planets in the future and are susceptible to allergies - send to me for allergy shots."

It was a basic thought, but apparently it had been missed in the past. Somehow.
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