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[caspianova]

. . . casanova to the mentally ill .ᐟ༉ ⋆˙

caspian stephen del rosario, 26 years old, he/him

gotham university graduate, full time ER nurse, part time disaster.

by the standards of gotham — a city where villains and vigilantes are commonplace — caspian's life isn't that bad... but he'd like to argue he's dealing with his own flavour of chaos.

being an ER nurse in gotham general, navigating the perils of modern romance, and maintaining his own wellbeing and sanity in a place infested with crime is no easy feat. chaos doesn't tend to discriminate around this city.

and whether someone dons scrubs or a domino mask and spandex, gothamite life is hectic — civilian or not.

「 information abt the mun ! 」

valentine, (18+) years old, she/he/it

i like and follow from @luvmailing !! <3

awesomesauce dividers by @/cafekitsune :D

「 rules + regulations ! 」

☆ basically all interaction is encouraged! crossovers, other ocs, canon characters, etc... i'm just excited to be here!!!

☆ keep it respectful ooc <3 in character drama is 100% welcome, but let's be nice when we're not rping :]

☆ i don't write explicit nsfw. just not my thing! but suggestive stuff and nsfw jokes are a-okay!

「 information abt the oc ! 」

filipino american, born and raised in gotham city

february 23, █████ : pisces 𓆝 ⋆.

5'7 ("and a half!")

he/him, cisgender man

bisexual (and unaware)

「 tags + navigation ! 」

#⭐.txt – ic stuff caspian says

#musings – stuff about the character!

#sillies – unseriousness. semi-canon/irrelevant

#ooc – why is valentine speaking. (hi that's me!)

[kosmogrl]

what doesn’t kill you makes you cry on a bright sunny day

[caspianova]

Usually Mel avoided hospitals like the plague. Not because of a secret identity. She didn't have one of those.

It was the smell and the sounds. It always brought her back to that unfortunate day she lost her parents.

But unfortunately this injury was a bit more than she could handle on her own or with the help of a fellow vigilante. She held a towel to her bleeding head as she staggered into the ER. Why did head injuries have to bleed so bad?

@nightblooom

Caspian, in the rush of the late afternoon, somehow managed to catch a glimpse of the newcomer in the crowded room.

Triage, currently in shambles, left him to deal with the situation... and quickly at that.

Priorities! Head injuries — especially ones that bled as badly as whatever this stranger was dealing with — was definitely on top of that list. As Caspian had astutely observed: a quick neuro assessment meant a great deal right now.

"Hey! Hey, uh —" He says, approaching in a friendly (and somehow, vaguely unpanicked) manner.

Caspian tucks the stethoscope he'd been holding in one of the many pockets of his lavender coloured scrubs.

"Looks like you got a pretty bad situation there, huh? Let's uh..."

His eyes darted around.

There was no immediate seating in sight, but if the discharge frenzy from an hour or two ago proved effective, Caspian was willing to bet there was a free room with this stranger's name on it.

There was something in her posture that told him she probably wasn't looking for any pleasantries at the moment.

"You know what — let's do introductions later. Why don't you follow me? ...You alright walking?"

[nightblooom]

Mel was doing her very best to stay conscious for this poor doctor's sake. If she passed out she couldn't control the toxins in her blood from poisoning him. She shouldn't have come here.

"I- I think I can walk." She said as she staggered along, "just please be careful... don't want to hurt you."

[caspianova]

"Hurt me? Hey, c'mon — the concern is you right now," he said, following along (and being extra careful to make sure he'd be ready to catch her if she fell).

"I'm here to help, okay?"

Caspian offered what he hoped was a comforting smile, glancing back at the wound momentarily.

He leads them into an empty patient room, getting her to sit on the edge of the hospital bed.

"Right, okay. Let's get started, yeah? Don't wanna waste time since that looks like it's really bleeding."

He begins to collect items from inside the room as he speaks: dressings, disinfectant — basic wound care.

"I'm Caspian. I'll be the nurse with you until the doctor swings by. Which... realistically may take a second or two in this place. So, we'll do the best we can right now. What's your name?"

[nightblooom]

"You don't understand," Mel tried to explain despite the fog that clouded her mind, "You really don't want to come in contact with my blood if I pass out."

Mel gladly took a seat on the bed, the dizziness starting to get the best of her, "My- My name is Melantha."

The room was spinning at this point, so she settled back on her elbows, keeping a white knuckled grip on the towel pressed to her bleeding head.

[caspianova]

"Er... right— okay! Melantha," he repeats, with an acknowledging nod, quickly setting the items down on a nearby table.

What exactly was she was alluding to with her blood? Caspian had no clue. But better listen to her, he figures — something in her tone is grave in a way he can't just dismiss.

The whole hand hygiene and gloving process, he hopes, will settle her a bit. "I'll be sure not to touch it then. Gloves 'n everything. See?"

He holds his gloved hands up before moving a bit closer, trying to observe the wound.

"Gotta work quickly now. I'll just lift the towel so I can fully see what's going on, figure out next steps — all that stuff. You wanna fill me in on what happened while I do that?"

[nightblooom]

"Well..." Mel wasn't sure how to explain that she had been recklessly putting her life on the line to protect a lady of the evening, "Let's just say I was doing what needed to be done."

She winced when he moved the towel away from her head.

[caspianova]

Being secretive wasn't surprising among Gothamites. Caspian simply nodded, deciding whatever lead to this was secondary to treating the injury.

"Okay..." He nods slowly, getting a good view. He murmurs something to himself before moving the towel back. "Uh. Stay here. I'm gonna get someone to help you out."

—

He comes back just as quickly as he left. Another nurse and a doctor trail behind, gloving up as Caspian re-explains the situation for the others in the room.

"This is Melantha. Came in with a facial lac, might be dizzy because of blood loss. Probably needs sutures."

They check the head wound again, some medical jargon is thrown into the air, and eventually the doctor nods at the two nurses, who gather up some items for treatment.

The doctor looks over at Mel, now addressing her properly for the treatment.

"We're going to have to work fast so you don't lose more blood. You'll need stitches for that to heal properly, but first, we'll get you a localized anesthesia so you won't feel anything."

[caspianova]

Usually Mel avoided hospitals like the plague. Not because of a secret identity. She didn't have one of those.

It was the smell and the sounds. It always brought her back to that unfortunate day she lost her parents.

But unfortunately this injury was a bit more than she could handle on her own or with the help of a fellow vigilante. She held a towel to her bleeding head as she staggered into the ER. Why did head injuries have to bleed so bad?

@nightblooom

Caspian, in the rush of the late afternoon, somehow managed to catch a glimpse of the newcomer in the crowded room.

Triage, currently in shambles, left him to deal with the situation... and quickly at that.

Priorities! Head injuries — especially ones that bled as badly as whatever this stranger was dealing with — was definitely on top of that list. As Caspian had astutely observed: a quick neuro assessment meant a great deal right now.

"Hey! Hey, uh —" He says, approaching in a friendly (and somehow, vaguely unpanicked) manner.

Caspian tucks the stethoscope he'd been holding in one of the many pockets of his lavender coloured scrubs.

"Looks like you got a pretty bad situation there, huh? Let's uh..."

His eyes darted around.

There was no immediate seating in sight, but if the discharge frenzy from an hour or two ago proved effective, Caspian was willing to bet there was a free room with this stranger's name on it.

There was something in her posture that told him she probably wasn't looking for any pleasantries at the moment.

"You know what — let's do introductions later. Why don't you follow me? ...You alright walking?"

[nightblooom]

Mel was doing her very best to stay conscious for this poor doctor's sake. If she passed out she couldn't control the toxins in her blood from poisoning him. She shouldn't have come here.

"I- I think I can walk." She said as she staggered along, "just please be careful... don't want to hurt you."

[caspianova]

"Hurt me? Hey, c'mon — the concern is you right now," he said, following along (and being extra careful to make sure he'd be ready to catch her if she fell).

"I'm here to help, okay?"

Caspian offered what he hoped was a comforting smile, glancing back at the wound momentarily.

He leads them into an empty patient room, getting her to sit on the edge of the hospital bed.

"Right, okay. Let's get started, yeah? Don't wanna waste time since that looks like it's really bleeding."

He begins to collect items from inside the room as he speaks: dressings, disinfectant — basic wound care.

"I'm Caspian. I'll be the nurse with you until the doctor swings by. Which... realistically may take a second or two in this place. So, we'll do the best we can right now. What's your name?"

[nightblooom]

"You don't understand," Mel tried to explain despite the fog that clouded her mind, "You really don't want to come in contact with my blood if I pass out."

Mel gladly took a seat on the bed, the dizziness starting to get the best of her, "My- My name is Melantha."

The room was spinning at this point, so she settled back on her elbows, keeping a white knuckled grip on the towel pressed to her bleeding head.

[caspianova]

"Er... right— okay! Melantha," he repeats, with an acknowledging nod, quickly setting the items down on a nearby table.

What exactly was she was alluding to with her blood? Caspian had no clue. But better listen to her, he figures — something in her tone is grave in a way he can't just dismiss.

The whole hand hygiene and gloving process, he hopes, will settle her a bit. "I'll be sure not to touch it then. Gloves 'n everything. See?"

He holds his gloved hands up before moving a bit closer, trying to observe the wound.

"Gotta work quickly now. I'll just lift the towel so I can fully see what's going on, figure out next steps — all that stuff. You wanna fill me in on what happened while I do that?"

[timblrdrake]

being scared of something totally regular in gotham is so ridiculous

you get dosed with fear toxin and suddenly you’re ordering for yourself at a restaurant

[caspianova]

locked in so hard i forgot that i'm one year older now.

my favourite bakery will hate to see a belated birthday boy coming their way...

[j0n-cr4n3]

I'm starting a tag game cause I said so In character casually trauma dump then tag some folks

The morning after I was crucified I got forcibly moved to gotham

@hermesofeyes @temp-war-profiteer

[hermesofeyes]

The days before my 13 birthday I was forced into surgery and had eyes put all around my body.

@j0kers-gamb1t @jam-todd @kirkbrides-faves @working-at-arkham

[j0kers-gamb1t]

I was mostly murdered and disfigured in my old place of work after quitting. Then spent days in the hospital in withdrawals after an overdose with said chemicals that disfigured me. Ha.

@director-of-arkham-city @askd0ctorjcrane @e-nygmaofficial @arkham-jekyll-gotham-hyde

[director-of-arkham-city-deactiv]

Hm? Oh, yes. I was stabbed and nearly molested as a child. I narrowly managed to escape, but when I screamed to be let go; the man laughed at me.

@askd0ctorjcrane, @crowsinthecornfield, @ivy-posting, @questionquery

[crowsinthecornfield-deactivated]

𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐚 𝐦𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐨𝐨𝐝𝐬 𝐛𝐲 𝐦𝐲 𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐬𝐞. 𝐈𝐭 𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐦𝐲 𝐜𝐥𝐚𝐬𝐬𝐦𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐬.

𝐀 𝐬𝐡𝐚𝐦𝐞.

@theoneandonlyscaregoon @stainedglass-mentalstate @arkhams-knighted

[arkhams-knighted]

I only got kidnapped because I saw that the Joker had killed an entire kindergarten class and sewn their limbs together in a chain.

@broken-wings-of-jaybirds @babycassandracain @gothamsfox @forbidden-bajha-blast-resurrctor

[bye-byelittlebirdie]

ooo ooo we wanna play umm were tortured in arkham for a year, we dug our of selves out of a coffin, we were in a coma for like another year, we were dunked into some toxic koolaid and now we are split into 3 parts!!

@marthajo @first-boy-wonder @waynesnumber1butler

[first-boy-wonder]

Ummmmm.. thinking!! I had to watch my parents fall to their deaths and then got told I couldn't stay at my home at the circus anymore with them gone! Now I'm stuck in GOTHAM, which is the traumatic part hehe :>!!!

@boundtobeahare @babycassandracain @thebestwondergirl @brucewayneloveswomen @gothams-dark-prince @mild-stalker-energy @izakk-tiberius-kyle @r3d-robin @stargazertheofficial

[mild-stalker-energy]

oh, um-

i didn't really get traumatized, actually

(bull fucking shit.)

@arrowsnsarcasm @gothams-greatest-actor @gotham1news

[arrowsnsarcasm]

Sometimes when I’m around fires the smell of it takes me back to the day my father died horrifically suffocating in a forest fire.

@raging-rosewilson27 @cursedass-demonhunters @gothams-star-seeker @john-brendan-knowles (if you want!)

[john-brendan-knowles]

When I see kids younger than 6 misbehaving my mind bombards me with images of me hitting them just like my father used to do before I got adopted.

@le4ves-1n-the-w1nd @morningstarscratch @jinx-badluckqueen

[jinx-badluckqueen]

I don't think I'll truly be accepted for changing my ways and every time I patrol, I'll have to brace myself to fight with the people I'm siding with...

Tagging!: @darkseraphscorner @xirunafer-the-worldshaper

[kaleb-doran-pariah-god]

We do not have the time, patience, or alcoholic beverages to get into what happened to me.

Tags: @loki-ft-other-ocs-too @thetruescholar @beauty-under-the-sun

[beauty-under-the-sun]

Um... my father tried to sell me to some guy who dressed me like a prostitute and branded me, then I blew up in front of my future boyfriend and went to Hell. Just for a little bit though.

@reminders-of-rhodes @wren-beowulf

[wren-beowulf]

Whenever I'm bein' shot at by the gangs or the cops, sometimes I just wanna let them have one lucky shot for everything 't be over. Never wanted things 't turn out this way, I just wanted 't go 't school...

@eden-byrnes @the-godly-trickster @fire-mfing-storm

[eden-byrnes]

i discovered i had the ability to track someone via their blood by it leading my to my parents bodies.

@seam-queen @corvidae-clockwork

[seam-queen]

everything about me isnt real and i tell myself i like it that way :)

its true if i keep saying it

@initialsubject @modronman

[modronman]

unit ASCALON is an artificial intelligence and therefore incapable of experiencing trauma

@samaeloffbrandangel @ants-body-shop @belladonna-ismyfavoritecriminal @sleep-deprived-tim

(Since the Order of Saint Dumas couldn't give me my 'divine wrath' in the typical manner of fetal electrocution, I was programmed with a 'Divine Wrath protocol'. If I'm given a command by a member of the Order of Saint Dumas, or if I'm threatened, it triggers a negative feedback loop that keeps getting worse until I neutralize my target or the threat. It's like the android equivalent of pain, and I can't even access the code for it. Only my creator is authorized to change this protocol, and he's been dead for years)

[flyingprodigy]

My arm and leg hurts when it rains. And my jaw. The cheekbone that needed to be reconstructed. Hm? Oh, geez...I was attacked by a group of local boys a few years back. Got the beating of a lifetime, but I was lucky.

...there was a kid, a friend of mine, who could have stopped it from happening. He must have known ahead of time that the gang was planning to ambush me, because he was hidden nearby, watching. I saw his hiding spot...I knew he was there the whole time. I tried to call out to him for help after the gang had left, but...he left me there in the mud and the rain.

Poor kid. He was probably freaked out.

(( @jean-paul-azrael , @caspianova , @azrael-sword-of-justice , @gothamgabber , @darlingdickie, @lt-doberman ))

[caspianova]

Oh! Okay, uh — holy shit. Are you guys like... okay?

...

Nah, I don't really have anything. My dad left when I was seven but that's about it. Pretty standard Gotham citizen life over here.

I guess there was that thing that happened that feels like a bajillion years ago when I was seventeen... but I don't really think about it too much. Who doesn't have a crazy ex, right?

open tags!!

[caspianova]

Usually Mel avoided hospitals like the plague. Not because of a secret identity. She didn't have one of those.

It was the smell and the sounds. It always brought her back to that unfortunate day she lost her parents.

But unfortunately this injury was a bit more than she could handle on her own or with the help of a fellow vigilante. She held a towel to her bleeding head as she staggered into the ER. Why did head injuries have to bleed so bad?

@nightblooom

Caspian, in the rush of the late afternoon, somehow managed to catch a glimpse of the newcomer in the crowded room.

Triage, currently in shambles, left him to deal with the situation... and quickly at that.

Priorities! Head injuries — especially ones that bled as badly as whatever this stranger was dealing with — was definitely on top of that list. As Caspian had astutely observed: a quick neuro assessment meant a great deal right now.

"Hey! Hey, uh —" He says, approaching in a friendly (and somehow, vaguely unpanicked) manner.

Caspian tucks the stethoscope he'd been holding in one of the many pockets of his lavender coloured scrubs.

"Looks like you got a pretty bad situation there, huh? Let's uh..."

His eyes darted around.

There was no immediate seating in sight, but if the discharge frenzy from an hour or two ago proved effective, Caspian was willing to bet there was a free room with this stranger's name on it.

There was something in her posture that told him she probably wasn't looking for any pleasantries at the moment.

"You know what — let's do introductions later. Why don't you follow me? ...You alright walking?"

[nightblooom]

Mel was doing her very best to stay conscious for this poor doctor's sake. If she passed out she couldn't control the toxins in her blood from poisoning him. She shouldn't have come here.

"I- I think I can walk." She said as she staggered along, "just please be careful... don't want to hurt you."

[caspianova]

"Hurt me? Hey, c'mon — the concern is you right now," he said, following along (and being extra careful to make sure he'd be ready to catch her if she fell).

"I'm here to help, okay?"

Caspian offered what he hoped was a comforting smile, glancing back at the wound momentarily.

He leads them into an empty patient room, getting her to sit on the edge of the hospital bed.

"Right, okay. Let's get started, yeah? Don't wanna waste time since that looks like it's really bleeding."

He begins to collect items from inside the room as he speaks: dressings, disinfectant — basic wound care.

"I'm Caspian. I'll be the nurse with you until the doctor swings by. Which... realistically may take a second or two in this place. So, we'll do the best we can right now. What's your name?"

[caspianova]

Usually Mel avoided hospitals like the plague. Not because of a secret identity. She didn't have one of those.

It was the smell and the sounds. It always brought her back to that unfortunate day she lost her parents.

But unfortunately this injury was a bit more than she could handle on her own or with the help of a fellow vigilante. She held a towel to her bleeding head as she staggered into the ER. Why did head injuries have to bleed so bad?

@nightblooom

Caspian, in the rush of the late afternoon, somehow managed to catch a glimpse of the newcomer in the crowded room.

Triage, currently in shambles, left him to deal with the situation... and quickly at that.

Priorities! Head injuries — especially ones that bled as badly as whatever this stranger was dealing with — was definitely on top of that list. As Caspian had astutely observed: a quick neuro assessment meant a great deal right now.

"Hey! Hey, uh —" He says, approaching in a friendly (and somehow, vaguely unpanicked) manner.

Caspian tucks the stethoscope he'd been holding in one of the many pockets of his lavender coloured scrubs.

"Looks like you got a pretty bad situation there, huh? Let's uh..."

His eyes darted around.

There was no immediate seating in sight, but if the discharge frenzy from an hour or two ago proved effective, Caspian was willing to bet there was a free room with this stranger's name on it.

There was something in her posture that told him she probably wasn't looking for any pleasantries at the moment.

"You know what — let's do introductions later. Why don't you follow me? ...You alright walking?"

[caspianova]

illness couldn't take me out so now i gotta turn 27 soon. if you told past me i'd still be in gotham at this age he'd cry.

[f1nns-archival-survival]

Nice recovery.

I think both our past selves would cry about still being here.

[caspianova]

can't be kept down forever! i'm back at it!

you know, i've been weird about it recently. i don't actually find it that bad anymore?? my brain might still be recovering.

[caspianova]

illness couldn't take me out so now i gotta turn 27 soon. if you told past me i'd still be in gotham at this age he'd cry.

[1mp0st3r-syndr0m3]

Happy early birthday!!🎉

[caspianova]

thank you!! :))

[caspianova]

illness couldn't take me out so now i gotta turn 27 soon. if you told past me i'd still be in gotham at this age he'd cry.

[caspianova]

hopital.

[caspianova]

just got told i'm sick as hell. fuck yeah. (imagine a really awesome skateboard trick here ok? ok. i love you.)

[caspianova]

this high ass fever addnd i'm still so. cool.

[f1nns-archival-survival]

Absolutely. Now, get some rest before you humiliate yourself further. Respectfully.

[caspianova]

no i'm accfyually totally fine. dude it's so crazy how functiksonal i am. they point at me

on the streets and say "wow that's the most fucjntional guy in gotham."

[f1nns-archival-survival]

I don’t think anyone is saying that. At all.

[caspianova]

streets are saying im'm the mosy beautiful and functional boy in the city and it's amazing that i act like i have absolutely no illness at all.

[f1nns-archival-survival]

Uh-huh, let’s get you to bed, kiddo.

[caspianova]

you are NOT the father.

cuz if you were hyou would ebe not tgalking to me right now.

i'm not sleeping. this is flowstate.

[caspianova]

do you tbunk batman wishes he chose a differnwt animal sometimes. i owuld choose to be a wolf. lion mix. king of the junjle. jungjke.

[1mp0st3r-syndr0m3]

I would be a chameleon. Or maybe a cheetah, they’re fast.

[caspianova]

sara you're so aweosme i think you could be anything you want ever.

[1mp0st3r-syndr0m3]

Thank you! You’re absolutely right.

You too, by the way. Just believe in yourself, like I do. I think Descartes said something similar.

[caspianova]

wait shit i actually kmow this one.

coigto ergo sumn... yeah ☺️

[caspianova]

do you tbunk batman wishes he chose a differnwt animal sometimes. i owuld choose to be a wolf. lion mix. king of the junjle. jungjke.

[1mp0st3r-syndr0m3]

I would be a chameleon. Or maybe a cheetah, they’re fast.

[caspianova]

sara you're so aweosme i think you could be anything you want ever.

[caspianova]

just got told i'm sick as hell. fuck yeah. (imagine a really awesome skateboard trick here ok? ok. i love you.)

[caspianova]

this high ass fever addnd i'm still so. cool.

[f1nns-archival-survival]

Absolutely. Now, get some rest before you humiliate yourself further. Respectfully.

[caspianova]

no i'm accfyually totally fine. dude it's so crazy how functiksonal i am. they point at me

on the streets and say "wow that's the most fucjntional guy in gotham."

[f1nns-archival-survival]

I don’t think anyone is saying that. At all.

[caspianova]

streets are saying im'm the mosy beautiful and functional boy in the city and it's amazing that i act like i have absolutely no illness at all.