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Name: Lauren
Age: I am over 18.
Contact details: Skype - scholar.will.
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BASIC PROFILE
Name: Benjamin Franklin "Hawkeye" Pierce. He goes by his nickname, which his father derived from The Last of the Mohicans, "the only book he ever read". Sometimes his friends shorten it to 'Hawk' when they need to quickly get his attention.
Age: 32.
Canon: M*A*S*H (TV)
Appearance:
Some additional details -
Hawkeye speaks with a New England dialect and a Maine accent, and he also picked up a lot of military slang ("latrine", "mess", and "AWOL" being the ones he most frequently uses in conversation) during his time in South Korea and carried it with him. He almost always refers to those younger than him, including adults, as 'kids', and his most often used phrases in frustrating or angering situations are "for the love of Christ" and "God dammit".
Hawkeye's posture is poor and he almost always has a slump to his shoulders, even when he's standing; his gait is loose and (usually) leisurely. When he's frustrated, Hawkeye tends to put his hands on his hips, rarely folding his arms.
His clothing style as a civilian is usually tacky and frequently much too casual for the situation at hand, which is also a way in which Hawkeye tends to express a lack of respect for the person(s) or cause involved. His favorite shirt is a short-sleeved blue Hawaiian button-up, and he's hardly ever seen outside his shoddy crimson bathrobe. He also often wears his shearling slippers outside and in public. Overall, he tends to just give a dishelved, sloppy impression.
Extraction point: The last fourth of Season 2 (1952, South Korea). He was extracted because he was starting to sense that something 'wasn't right' about the world surrounding him, but it would be lying to say that his potential to serve as a doctor as a member of the human resistance force didn't have a role in the decision, too.
OVERVIEW
Personality:
Basic Personality Traits.
Hawkeye is an extrovert with a good sense of humor, but his outlook on life is realistic/pessimistic. He sees the world for what it is with a focus on the negative and little more than basic acknowledgement of what it should be.
He's still rarely serious, and his sense of humor is dry and very facetious (although 'silly' or 'unnecessary' could probably be applied to some of his antics as well). It's a natural part of his personality as is, but humor also serves as a coping mechanism for him, a way to lighten the mood and take his mind off of what's going on in the present (laughter is, as he put it, "the only way to open your mouth without screaming"). Hawkeye could stand to be more thoughtful about the things he cracks jokes about, as he often makes fun of others and focuses in on sensitive areas that they may not want to be made fun of for. Snark is a knee-jerk reflex for him, and his joking or sarcastic answers are hardly ever premeditated.
Hawk's a typical extrovert and very talkative, and he begins to feel drained and lonely after about a day of solitude. Those around him know him as a flirt, and he's very direct in expressing attraction. He does immediately halt if the person on the receiving end of the come-ons expresses displeasure with the attention, and he has a strong moral objection to being personally involved in adultery, but when the people around him - including his friends - are, he doesn't say anything about it or confront them.
Hawkeye is decisive and lives in the moment. He's good at making quick decisions - and he usually does make the right call - but he does it based on prior experience and gut instinct, not actively thinking about all of the possible repercussions of each potential choice. He's typically the first person in the room to react to a sudden event or emergency and take responsibility, and almost always immediately starts telling everyone else what to do. He's also very spontaneous on a day-to-day basis and his actions typically aren't planned; he often suddenly has an idea and just goes for it, especially if it's some kind of prank. Hawkeye's actions are frequently influenced by strong emotions or moral objections to the situation at hand, although not to an extent that they completely blind him.
He has a lot of pent-up anger, and when he does react to it, it's usually by raising his voice and getting into arguments with the person at the root of it (although he occasionally does take it out on other people by snapping at them or being short with them from time to time, too). His reaction to grief is deep repression/compartmentalization, but he can only keep that up for so long before he ends up breaking down. When he does, his typical reaction is to seek solitude and cry (in that order), as he isn't one to seek out comfort from other people. It isn't about vulnerability or embarrassment - he just likes to have a few moments to get himself together and collect his thoughts. However, the presence of a friend does help.
Religion & Politics.
Hawkeye is agnostic but leans toward complete atheism, both on his own and because of the things that he's witnessed firsthand. He thinks that if there is any kind of God, he's totally indifferent, but he holds no ill will toward religious people as long as they don't push their faith onto others, it doesn't cloud their judgement, and it doesn't make them prejudiced.
He despises war and the military bureaucracy, and he believes that very, very few things could ever justify the death and human suffering innate to military clashes. He refuses to act as a combatant or carry a firearm, even if it's in defense of his own life. To Hawkeye, there are hardly any crimes as irreprehensible as injuring or killing civilians. 'Sides' don't have that much meaning to him, and on multiple occasions he's provided medical aid to enemy combatants.
Politically, he's very liberal both for his time and for the old late 90's matrix. He believes strongly in equality between all citizens and thinks of people who don't as idiots, but he himself can sometimes be somewhat misogynistic in his constant advances toward almost all of his single female coworkers, although he's not really consciously aware of it because of the climate in which he lived.
Shortcomings.
One of Hawkeye's most immediate and serious flaws is his lack of respect for authority figures, especially bureaucrats and those in the military. He expects to get away with things and honestly doesn't feel that the rules of a given situation or organization apply to him, partly because he's grown used to getting away with things thanks to his time in Korea, where his surgical skill made him indispensable. This disrespect manifests through things like direct insubordination and refusal of orders, telling those outranking him what to do in non-medical situations, addressing commanding officers and those above him in rank by their first names, direct sarcastic or demeaning comments at them (albeit, not with any malice), etc. When he wants to confront a high ranking official, he doesn't work his way from the bottom up; instead, he tends to seek them out and demand to be listened to, although it's usually due to a genuine need to speak to them.
Hawkeye also has a habit of pushing himself too hard, and he once spent so many hours awake and operating that he began to experience the beginnings of sleep-deprivation induced paranoia and psychoses. Once he becomes hellbent on something, it's almost impossible to derail him, even if it's for his own good, and he's been known to take things way too far in the past. Sometimes he also gets too involved in individual cases, and if they take a turn for the worse, his mental state takes a huge hit.
Psychiatric Issues.
Hawkeye falls under the DSM-V's criteria for Bipolar Type II, having experienced multiple hypomanic episodes (most notably the one mentioned in the paragraph prior) with decreased need for sleep, inflated self-esteem, and increase in goal-directed activity (typically revolving around casualties or a specific case). Although he's witty and usually cracking jokes, Hawkeye also experiences occasionally depressive spells, and has had periods of loss of motivation, inappropriate guilt (usually about cases in which there was nothing that he could further do, this extending beyond the typical reaction to such scenarios), and depressed mood. He has begun to show early warning signs of combat-related Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder, but at this time, his symptoms are still subclinical.
Matrix:
The M*A*S*H matrix mirrors the primary matrix and follows all of its baseline rules (such as gravity and the laws of motion), and agents take various shapes and forms, typically soldiers of both sides or villagers. People suffer and die just like they do in the original matrix, and there are no abilities that go beyond basic human capabilities.
Real World:
Hawkeye was extracted 3.5 weeks ago, and is currently in Zion, waiting to be assigned to a ship. He still hasn’t come into full acceptance of the fact that everything he once knew was nothing but an illusion. There was a time when he would’ve been happy to know that the war wasn't real, but now all he can manage is disbelief that so much suffering and agony could be nothing but a Platonic projection. That’s where his true resentment of the machines comes from – that they would cause that much suffering when they theoretically didn’t have to. The other greatest psychological hit he took was the revelation that Crabapple Cove - his hometown in Maine, and where he'd spent all of his life - was never real, and that all of his time in the Korean War he'd been longing to return to something that never even existed.
Hawkeye still deeply misses his friends – and even Frank – and feels isolated and fairly lonely, but he hopes to God that they’re never unplugged so that they won’t have to deal with the same revelations that he’s still grappling with at present. He feels an incredible loss of his sense of self stemming from the notion that he doesn’t have any real memories and he frequently wishes that he had never been unplugged, although at the same time, he feels that he can never go back and voluntarily sink back into ignorance.
Hawkeye’s been severely depressed without suicidality almost since the very beginning of his time in the real world, although there are brief moments in which it lifts, and he not infrequently (usually 2-3 times a week) has night terrors, typically about the war. Usually they involve his friends turning into agents or watching people scream and writhe in their pods in the real world as they die on the battlefield in the Matrix. He typically ends up shouting into his pillow and waking himself up to find that he’s been crying in his sleep.
ABILITIES AND SKILLS
Anomalies: None.
Skillset:
Anomalous Skills: 1
Martial Arts: 1
Projectile Weaponry: 0
Technical Skills: 6
Wild Card: 2
SAMPLES
>Action Thread:
[ It's Hawkeye's first day aboard the Durga, and already somebody's been hit with third-degree burns and a piece of metal big enough to make a nice new bedpan out of (Is he really surprised?). At least the ship and its crew are in no want of surgical equipment or drugs, which is a lot more than could be said for his old unit back in the Matrix.
Hawkeye's figured out pretty quickly that Antilles is no Colonel Blake, but old habits die hard, especially when one has little interest in changing them. He's one of those military guys, Hawkeye knows, with more interest in killing them than fixing us (although that's the nature of war, he supposes), and he's wishing more and more with each passing second that he'd at least been given the chance to serve as a doctor under someone who hasn't spent most of his life giving the doctors under someone on the other side more kids to patch up like ragdolls.
At least the man clearly cares a lot about his soldiers, which is more than he could say for the guys back home - no, not home, Hawkeye corrects himself mentally - although at the moment that's not a particularly good thing, given that Wedge is still watching him operate from the doorway. ]
[ Finally having had enough, he speaks facetiously, without looking up from the tiny pieces of metal peppered throughout his patient's viscera. ]
Darling, I realize that I haven't been spending much time with you lately, but I think it's best for both of us that we get a little space.
0600, 27 DEC. 1943
The only word Hawkeye could come up with to accurately describe Cape Gloucester was 'nasty'. Mosquitoes and all sorts of tropical flies he neither could nor wished to identify constantly tried to drink the dirty sweat glistening on his brow, and a thick, stagnant mist always hung in the air. They'd had to fight their way through a three-foot-deep mangrove swamp just to find a place flat, dry, and clear enough to quickly erect makeshift tents for operating and recovery rooms, and even then the ground under his feet was wet.
After they'd finally found the place, he and the other three surgeons of the unit had spent the past eleven hours up to their arms in blood, remnant swamp water plastering their uniforms to their skin as the mosquitoes hovered around them in the evening (and eventually night) air. Every once in a while he had the luxury of stretching between patients, but the longest intersession between any of his countless operations had been 5 minutes.
When he finally finished stitching his last patient back together, Hawkeye almost wondered if he was hallucinating. The sun had started to rise and the tree frogs and cicadas in the surrounding forest had grown quiet, replaced by the sounds of low moans from post-op and tropical birds in the branches overhead. The Japanese hadn't even had the common decency to give them enough time to set up beds to collapse into when they were done retrieving their bullets, so rest for Hawkeye took its form in sitting on the edge of a trunk of bandages haphazardly dropped outside of the door to post-op.
Not that it would last for long.
The soft crunch of fallen palmetto leaves beneath a pair of boots a little ways behind him alerted him to the presence of another, identifiable as that of his commanding officer simply by the pattern of the footfalls. Henry had mentioned something about having high arches when they were slogging their way through the muck the previous day; maybe that had something to do with it.
"Colonel, I think there's boots in my mud."
"Cut it out, Pierce. As of five minutes ago, we've got incoming casualties."
"What? Already? The sun's hardly up!"
"Afraid so."
Hawkeye rested his hands on his knees for a second, then finally heaved himself back to his feet like a walking corpse. "Wonderful. Tell them that they'll be seated momentarily."
It only took the litter crew about 15 minutes to start hauling in wounded, and once the flow of mangled bodies had started, it was unstoppable. They all but dumped the kids at the front door before they ran back into the thick jungle to get the next round, leaving them to sift through the casualties and pick out the worst of their worst. Hawkeye observed as he scrubbed up that Major Burns was already doing as much and groaned inwardly. Wonderful. So now somebody'd have to back-check him every step of the way to make sure that he didn't prioritize somebody's hangnail over an abdominal wound.
"Frank, that kid can wait!" he hollered over his shoulder as he dried his hands on the towel beside the washbasin, stopping two orderlies who had been about to scoop a private with a bloody arm onto a stretcher and take him to the operating table.
"I didn't think you were the one Colonel Blake asked to do triage," he said indignantly. "Get back to your own work."
"That is correct, given that I and all of the plants on this lousy island are better surgeons than you. Put him back where you got him, Frank."
"You haven't even seen what's wrong with him! You're just disagreeing with me to disagree with me!"
"He has a bullet in his arm and some mud on his face but he's not bleeding out! Get him later!"
"You--!"
"Burns, listen to Pierce," Blake sighed. "Pierce, get your ass back in the O.R."
"But he's-" Frank's words deteriorated to ferrety whining sounds, but at least he turned and continued to skulk down the line as Hawkeye returned to the O.R.
At least six hours must've passed before the kid with the arm wound showed up on the operating table in the tail-end of a morphine-induced haze. They'd had the orderlies go around and wash what they could of the mud away from the spattering of wounds on the bodies outside to cut down on the time each individual spent in the operating room itself, and he was glad that they did - the entry wound was more convoluted up close than it had been 25 feet away. Regardless, he still was an easy one, a simple bullet removal with no exit wound or punctured viscera to deal with, an incredible relief after at least eighteen hours of surgery.
"John, do you have a second?" he asked, without bothering to look up at the anaesthesiologist operating at the table next to him. "This kid needs more morphine. Don't knock him out, though. Just enough to take off the edge. He's coming off of his first dose from six hours ago."
"Coming, Hawk."
"Thank you, dear," he replied in a sing-song voice, then squatted down to get on eye level with the private, his knees cracking as he lowered himself. "We're gonna take the bullet outta your arm, alright, kid? Just don't look if you're not a fan of surprises."
"Or blood," came another voice.
"Thank you, Trapper," he called back, then returned his attention to Hoosier. "That too."
Name: Lauren
Age: I am over 18.
Contact details: Skype - scholar.will.
Characters already in Systemwide: None.
BASIC PROFILE
Name: Benjamin Franklin "Hawkeye" Pierce. He goes by his nickname, which his father derived from The Last of the Mohicans, "the only book he ever read". Sometimes his friends shorten it to 'Hawk' when they need to quickly get his attention.
Age: 32.
Canon: M*A*S*H (TV)
Appearance:
Some additional details -
Hawkeye speaks with a New England dialect and a Maine accent, and he also picked up a lot of military slang ("latrine", "mess", and "AWOL" being the ones he most frequently uses in conversation) during his time in South Korea and carried it with him. He almost always refers to those younger than him, including adults, as 'kids', and his most often used phrases in frustrating or angering situations are "for the love of Christ" and "God dammit".
Hawkeye's posture is poor and he almost always has a slump to his shoulders, even when he's standing; his gait is loose and (usually) leisurely. When he's frustrated, Hawkeye tends to put his hands on his hips, rarely folding his arms.
His clothing style as a civilian is usually tacky and frequently much too casual for the situation at hand, which is also a way in which Hawkeye tends to express a lack of respect for the person(s) or cause involved. His favorite shirt is a short-sleeved blue Hawaiian button-up, and he's hardly ever seen outside his shoddy crimson bathrobe. He also often wears his shearling slippers outside and in public. Overall, he tends to just give a dishelved, sloppy impression.
OVERVIEW
Personality:
Basic Personality Traits.
Hawkeye is an extrovert with a good sense of humor, but his outlook on life is realistic/pessimistic. He sees the world for what it is with a focus on the negative and little more than basic acknowledgement of what it should be.
He's still rarely serious, and his sense of humor is dry and very facetious (although 'silly' or 'unnecessary' could probably be applied to some of his antics as well). It's a natural part of his personality as is, but humor also serves as a coping mechanism for him, a way to lighten the mood and take his mind off of what's going on in the present (laughter is, as he put it, "the only way to open your mouth without screaming"). Hawkeye could stand to be more thoughtful about the things he cracks jokes about, as he often makes fun of others and focuses in on sensitive areas that they may not want to be made fun of for. Snark is a knee-jerk reflex for him, and his joking or sarcastic answers are hardly ever premeditated.
Hawk's a typical extrovert and very talkative, and he begins to feel drained and lonely after about a day of solitude. Those around him know him as a flirt, and he's very direct in expressing attraction. He does immediately halt if the person on the receiving end of the come-ons expresses displeasure with the attention, and he has a strong moral objection to being personally involved in adultery, but when the people around him - including his friends - are, he doesn't say anything about it or confront them.
Hawkeye is decisive and lives in the moment. He's good at making quick decisions - and he usually does make the right call - but he does it based on prior experience and gut instinct, not actively thinking about all of the possible repercussions of each potential choice. He's typically the first person in the room to react to a sudden event or emergency and take responsibility, and almost always immediately starts telling everyone else what to do. He's also very spontaneous on a day-to-day basis and his actions typically aren't planned; he often suddenly has an idea and just goes for it, especially if it's some kind of prank. Hawkeye's actions are frequently influenced by strong emotions or moral objections to the situation at hand, although not to an extent that they completely blind him.
He has a lot of pent-up anger, and when he does react to it, it's usually by raising his voice and getting into arguments with the person at the root of it (although he occasionally does take it out on other people by snapping at them or being short with them from time to time, too). His reaction to grief is deep repression/compartmentalization, but he can only keep that up for so long before he ends up breaking down. When he does, his typical reaction is to seek solitude and cry (in that order), as he isn't one to seek out comfort from other people. It isn't about vulnerability or embarrassment - he just likes to have a few moments to get himself together and collect his thoughts. However, the presence of a friend does help.
Religion & Politics.
Hawkeye is agnostic but leans toward complete atheism, both on his own and because of the things that he's witnessed firsthand. He thinks that if there is any kind of God, he's totally indifferent, but he holds no ill will toward religious people as long as they don't push their faith onto others, it doesn't cloud their judgement, and it doesn't make them prejudiced.
He despises war and the military bureaucracy, and he believes that very, very few things could ever justify the death and human suffering innate to military clashes. He refuses to act as a combatant or carry a firearm, even if it's in defense of his own life. To Hawkeye, there are hardly any crimes as irreprehensible as injuring or killing civilians. 'Sides' don't have that much meaning to him, and on multiple occasions he's provided medical aid to enemy combatants.
Politically, he's very liberal both for his time and for the old late 90's matrix. He believes strongly in equality between all citizens and thinks of people who don't as idiots, but he himself can sometimes be somewhat misogynistic in his constant advances toward almost all of his single female coworkers, although he's not really consciously aware of it because of the climate in which he lived.
Shortcomings.
One of Hawkeye's most immediate and serious flaws is his lack of respect for authority figures, especially bureaucrats and those in the military. He expects to get away with things and honestly doesn't feel that the rules of a given situation or organization apply to him, partly because he's grown used to getting away with things thanks to his time in Korea, where his surgical skill made him indispensable. This disrespect manifests through things like direct insubordination and refusal of orders, telling those outranking him what to do in non-medical situations, addressing commanding officers and those above him in rank by their first names, direct sarcastic or demeaning comments at them (albeit, not with any malice), etc. When he wants to confront a high ranking official, he doesn't work his way from the bottom up; instead, he tends to seek them out and demand to be listened to, although it's usually due to a genuine need to speak to them.
Hawkeye also has a habit of pushing himself too hard, and he once spent so many hours awake and operating that he began to experience the beginnings of sleep-deprivation induced paranoia and psychoses. Once he becomes hellbent on something, it's almost impossible to derail him, even if it's for his own good, and he's been known to take things way too far in the past. Sometimes he also gets too involved in individual cases, and if they take a turn for the worse, his mental state takes a huge hit.
Psychiatric Issues.
Hawkeye falls under the DSM-V's criteria for Bipolar Type II, having experienced multiple hypomanic episodes (most notably the one mentioned in the paragraph prior) with decreased need for sleep, inflated self-esteem, and increase in goal-directed activity (typically revolving around casualties or a specific case). Although he's witty and usually cracking jokes, Hawkeye also experiences occasionally depressive spells, and has had periods of loss of motivation, inappropriate guilt (usually about cases in which there was nothing that he could further do, this extending beyond the typical reaction to such scenarios), and depressed mood. He has begun to show early warning signs of combat-related Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder, but at this time, his symptoms are still subclinical.
Matrix:
The M*A*S*H matrix mirrors the primary matrix and follows all of its baseline rules (such as gravity and the laws of motion), and agents take various shapes and forms, typically soldiers of both sides or villagers. People suffer and die just like they do in the original matrix, and there are no abilities that go beyond basic human capabilities.
Hawkeye was extracted 3.5 weeks ago, and is currently in Zion, waiting to be assigned to a ship. He still hasn’t come into full acceptance of the fact that everything he once knew was nothing but an illusion. There was a time when he would’ve been happy to know that the war wasn't real, but now all he can manage is disbelief that so much suffering and agony could be nothing but a Platonic projection. That’s where his true resentment of the machines comes from – that they would cause that much suffering when they theoretically didn’t have to. The other greatest psychological hit he took was the revelation that Crabapple Cove - his hometown in Maine, and where he'd spent all of his life - was never real, and that all of his time in the Korean War he'd been longing to return to something that never even existed.
Hawkeye still deeply misses his friends – and even Frank – and feels isolated and fairly lonely, but he hopes to God that they’re never unplugged so that they won’t have to deal with the same revelations that he’s still grappling with at present. He feels an incredible loss of his sense of self stemming from the notion that he doesn’t have any real memories and he frequently wishes that he had never been unplugged, although at the same time, he feels that he can never go back and voluntarily sink back into ignorance.
Hawkeye’s been severely depressed without suicidality almost since the very beginning of his time in the real world, although there are brief moments in which it lifts, and he not infrequently (usually 2-3 times a week) has night terrors, typically about the war. Usually they involve his friends turning into agents or watching people scream and writhe in their pods in the real world as they die on the battlefield in the Matrix. He typically ends up shouting into his pillow and waking himself up to find that he’s been crying in his sleep.
ABILITIES AND SKILLS
Anomalies: None.
Skillset:
Medical Knowledge - After four years of training and 7 years of residency, Hawkeye's very knowledgeable regarding the workings of the human body, symptoms and treatments of diseases, and the effects of medications. This knowledge only extends to the developments of the early 1950s.
Technical/Physical Skill, Medical - He can reset bones, perform physical examinations, take pulses, &c.
Surgical Skill/Manual Dexterity - By far Hawkeye's most notable skills lie in his surgical prowess. Having been considered the best surgeon in his unit back in his old Matrix, he's very good at the fine motor movements needed to do things like remove a bullet from a spinal cord or the very edge of an aorta. He's very quick without losing much precision, and his area of expertise lies in cardiothoracic operations. He doesn't know surgical procedures developed after 1952.
Surgical Knowledge/Intuition & Experience - After serving in the Korean War, this isn't his first rodeo. Hawkeye is very familiar with surgical procedures and is capable of giving people instructions on what to do while he's preoccupied with his own operations. He's also very good at triage and getting a feel of who will be able to hold on for the longest or shortest.
Psychological Compartmentalizing - Although this can also serve as a weakness, Hawkeye's ability to compartmentalize serves as an adaptation to severely stressful or emotionally disturbing situations (such as leaving the matrix or dealing with casualties). Because of that, he's usually able to power through distressing situations until they've reached their end (like the sudden death of a loved one in an emergency situation) when other people might not be able to. It should be noted that this is temporary.
Knitting - A skill that most New Englanders have as it is, honed through occupying his time by making socks and scarves during rare intermissions between casualties at the 4077th. He's pretty good at it.
Making Gin - Given the proper materials and ingredients, Hawkeye knows how to set up a still and distill the ingredients necessary to make Gin. He's gotten quite good at it.
Running on empty - Hawkeye has the peculiar ability to stay alert and functioning much longer than most normal people - his mental threshold is at about 36 hours. He's gotten good at tricking his body at this point.
UPLOAD CAPABILITIESTechnical/Physical Skill, Medical - He can reset bones, perform physical examinations, take pulses, &c.
Surgical Skill/Manual Dexterity - By far Hawkeye's most notable skills lie in his surgical prowess. Having been considered the best surgeon in his unit back in his old Matrix, he's very good at the fine motor movements needed to do things like remove a bullet from a spinal cord or the very edge of an aorta. He's very quick without losing much precision, and his area of expertise lies in cardiothoracic operations. He doesn't know surgical procedures developed after 1952.
Surgical Knowledge/Intuition & Experience - After serving in the Korean War, this isn't his first rodeo. Hawkeye is very familiar with surgical procedures and is capable of giving people instructions on what to do while he's preoccupied with his own operations. He's also very good at triage and getting a feel of who will be able to hold on for the longest or shortest.
Psychological Compartmentalizing - Although this can also serve as a weakness, Hawkeye's ability to compartmentalize serves as an adaptation to severely stressful or emotionally disturbing situations (such as leaving the matrix or dealing with casualties). Because of that, he's usually able to power through distressing situations until they've reached their end (like the sudden death of a loved one in an emergency situation) when other people might not be able to. It should be noted that this is temporary.
Knitting - A skill that most New Englanders have as it is, honed through occupying his time by making socks and scarves during rare intermissions between casualties at the 4077th. He's pretty good at it.
Making Gin - Given the proper materials and ingredients, Hawkeye knows how to set up a still and distill the ingredients necessary to make Gin. He's gotten quite good at it.
Running on empty - Hawkeye has the peculiar ability to stay alert and functioning much longer than most normal people - his mental threshold is at about 36 hours. He's gotten good at tricking his body at this point.
Anomalous Skills: 1
Martial Arts: 1
Projectile Weaponry: 0
Technical Skills: 6
Wild Card: 2
SAMPLES
>Action Thread:
[ It's Hawkeye's first day aboard the Durga, and already somebody's been hit with third-degree burns and a piece of metal big enough to make a nice new bedpan out of (Is he really surprised?). At least the ship and its crew are in no want of surgical equipment or drugs, which is a lot more than could be said for his old unit back in the Matrix.
Hawkeye's figured out pretty quickly that Antilles is no Colonel Blake, but old habits die hard, especially when one has little interest in changing them. He's one of those military guys, Hawkeye knows, with more interest in killing them than fixing us (although that's the nature of war, he supposes), and he's wishing more and more with each passing second that he'd at least been given the chance to serve as a doctor under someone who hasn't spent most of his life giving the doctors under someone on the other side more kids to patch up like ragdolls.
At least the man clearly cares a lot about his soldiers, which is more than he could say for the guys back home - no, not home, Hawkeye corrects himself mentally - although at the moment that's not a particularly good thing, given that Wedge is still watching him operate from the doorway. ]
[ Finally having had enough, he speaks facetiously, without looking up from the tiny pieces of metal peppered throughout his patient's viscera. ]
Darling, I realize that I haven't been spending much time with you lately, but I think it's best for both of us that we get a little space.
>Log (WWII AU - full thread here):
0600, 27 DEC. 1943
The only word Hawkeye could come up with to accurately describe Cape Gloucester was 'nasty'. Mosquitoes and all sorts of tropical flies he neither could nor wished to identify constantly tried to drink the dirty sweat glistening on his brow, and a thick, stagnant mist always hung in the air. They'd had to fight their way through a three-foot-deep mangrove swamp just to find a place flat, dry, and clear enough to quickly erect makeshift tents for operating and recovery rooms, and even then the ground under his feet was wet.
After they'd finally found the place, he and the other three surgeons of the unit had spent the past eleven hours up to their arms in blood, remnant swamp water plastering their uniforms to their skin as the mosquitoes hovered around them in the evening (and eventually night) air. Every once in a while he had the luxury of stretching between patients, but the longest intersession between any of his countless operations had been 5 minutes.
When he finally finished stitching his last patient back together, Hawkeye almost wondered if he was hallucinating. The sun had started to rise and the tree frogs and cicadas in the surrounding forest had grown quiet, replaced by the sounds of low moans from post-op and tropical birds in the branches overhead. The Japanese hadn't even had the common decency to give them enough time to set up beds to collapse into when they were done retrieving their bullets, so rest for Hawkeye took its form in sitting on the edge of a trunk of bandages haphazardly dropped outside of the door to post-op.
Not that it would last for long.
The soft crunch of fallen palmetto leaves beneath a pair of boots a little ways behind him alerted him to the presence of another, identifiable as that of his commanding officer simply by the pattern of the footfalls. Henry had mentioned something about having high arches when they were slogging their way through the muck the previous day; maybe that had something to do with it.
"Colonel, I think there's boots in my mud."
"Cut it out, Pierce. As of five minutes ago, we've got incoming casualties."
"What? Already? The sun's hardly up!"
"Afraid so."
Hawkeye rested his hands on his knees for a second, then finally heaved himself back to his feet like a walking corpse. "Wonderful. Tell them that they'll be seated momentarily."
It only took the litter crew about 15 minutes to start hauling in wounded, and once the flow of mangled bodies had started, it was unstoppable. They all but dumped the kids at the front door before they ran back into the thick jungle to get the next round, leaving them to sift through the casualties and pick out the worst of their worst. Hawkeye observed as he scrubbed up that Major Burns was already doing as much and groaned inwardly. Wonderful. So now somebody'd have to back-check him every step of the way to make sure that he didn't prioritize somebody's hangnail over an abdominal wound.
"Frank, that kid can wait!" he hollered over his shoulder as he dried his hands on the towel beside the washbasin, stopping two orderlies who had been about to scoop a private with a bloody arm onto a stretcher and take him to the operating table.
"I didn't think you were the one Colonel Blake asked to do triage," he said indignantly. "Get back to your own work."
"That is correct, given that I and all of the plants on this lousy island are better surgeons than you. Put him back where you got him, Frank."
"You haven't even seen what's wrong with him! You're just disagreeing with me to disagree with me!"
"He has a bullet in his arm and some mud on his face but he's not bleeding out! Get him later!"
"You--!"
"Burns, listen to Pierce," Blake sighed. "Pierce, get your ass back in the O.R."
"But he's-" Frank's words deteriorated to ferrety whining sounds, but at least he turned and continued to skulk down the line as Hawkeye returned to the O.R.
At least six hours must've passed before the kid with the arm wound showed up on the operating table in the tail-end of a morphine-induced haze. They'd had the orderlies go around and wash what they could of the mud away from the spattering of wounds on the bodies outside to cut down on the time each individual spent in the operating room itself, and he was glad that they did - the entry wound was more convoluted up close than it had been 25 feet away. Regardless, he still was an easy one, a simple bullet removal with no exit wound or punctured viscera to deal with, an incredible relief after at least eighteen hours of surgery.
"John, do you have a second?" he asked, without bothering to look up at the anaesthesiologist operating at the table next to him. "This kid needs more morphine. Don't knock him out, though. Just enough to take off the edge. He's coming off of his first dose from six hours ago."
"Coming, Hawk."
"Thank you, dear," he replied in a sing-song voice, then squatted down to get on eye level with the private, his knees cracking as he lowered himself. "We're gonna take the bullet outta your arm, alright, kid? Just don't look if you're not a fan of surprises."
"Or blood," came another voice.
"Thank you, Trapper," he called back, then returned his attention to Hoosier. "That too."