ใ sabrina carpenter, cisfemale + she / her ใ ๐ฌ ย โงโห ย โ ูููููููููู๏ฎฉูจู did you pageย GUINEVERE โGWENโ SLOANย fromย GENERAL SURGEON?ย theyโre theย twenty-six year oldย INTERNย atย LEXINGTON UNIVERSITY HOSPITAL, theyโve been working here forย oneย year. youโve probably seen them if you catched up toย pink accented lips humming bedroom pop songs to herself, gold medallion necklace against sunkissed skin, the smell of antiseptic and jasmine, hastily scratched notes on scraps of paper kept close, the patients that do like them would tell you they areย UNDERSTANDINGย andย MERCIFUL, but some of them think theyโreย UNFILTEREDย andย STREET SMART. time is rushing, just go and find them.
tw: affair mention, negligent parent, difficult relationship with mother
๐๐ฎ๐ฅ๐ฅ ๐ง๐๐ฆ๐: guinevere "gwen" vale sloan
๐ง๐ข๐๐ค๐ง๐๐ฆ๐(๐ฌ): gwen, rosie
๐๐๐ญ๐ ๐จ๐ ๐๐ข๐ซ๐ญ๐ก: december 21, 1999 (25)
๐ ๐๐ง๐๐๐ซ / ๐ฉ๐ซ๐จ๐ง๐จ๐ฎ๐ง๐ฌ: cisfemale / she + her
๐ก๐จ๐ฆ๐๐ญ๐จ๐ฐ๐ง: new york city, ny (lower manhattan -- west village)
๐๐ฎ๐ซ๐ซ๐๐ง๐ญ ๐ซ๐๐ฌ๐ข๐๐๐ง๐๐: new york city, ny (brooklyn -- park slope, with roommates)
๐จ๐๐๐ฎ๐ฉ๐๐ญ๐ข๐จ๐ง: intern
๐จ๐ซ๐ข๐๐ง๐ญ๐๐ญ๐ข๐จ๐ง: bisexual / biromantic
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๐ก๐๐ข๐ ๐ก๐ญ / ๐ฐ๐๐ข๐ ๐ก๐ญ: 5'2 / 118 lbs.
๐ก๐๐ข๐ซ / ๐๐ฒ๐๐ฌ: blonde / blue
๐ญ๐๐ญ๐ญ๐จ๐จ๐ฌ: two; circling left ankleย ('i was benevolent and good; misery made me a fiend. make me happy, and i shall again be virtuous."), right wristย (small minimalist ufo with beam)
๐ฉ๐ข๐๐ซ๐๐ข๐ง๐ ๐ฌ: lower lobes pierced, conch piercing in right ear, and industrial piercing on left ear
๐๐ญ๐ก๐ง๐ข๐ ๐๐๐๐ค๐ ๐ซ๐จ๐ฎ๐ง๐: english (paternal) & Irish / scottish (maternal)
๐ฉ๐๐ซ๐ฌ๐จ๐ง๐๐ฅ ๐ฌ๐ญ๐ฒ๐ฅ๐:
gwen's style is intentional -- a stark contrast to the woman she looks so much like but never met. it's ultra stylistic and edge. vintage slip dresses accented with leather jackets. her heels are so so so very high and she walks in them like they're slippers. gold jewelry are her favorite accessories -- thin chains, bold hoops, a various rings, none expensive or sentimental. her grandmother might have been styled by studio hands but gwen ensures that she curates her own personal brand -- polished yet provocative, in the hospital, sheโs all clipped ponytails and clean lines. the occasional hint of personality in her colored nails but she transforms outside of lexington.
๐ฉ๐ฅ๐๐ฒ-๐๐ฒ: sabrina carpenter
๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ //
gwen sloan is a force. personable, funny, outspoken. she's sharp and driven -- with a very strong sense of self. she knows who she is and she isn't ashamed of a single aspect (of her personality at least). naturally intelligent and quick on her feet, gwen's quick with a retort or quip. her human can often be dry and mistaken for abruptness. people are often drawn to her confidence, her intensity, and the way she can take control in a crisis without losing her cool. even at only twenty-five, she considers herself a leader. sheโs also extremely stubborn -- digging her heels in when she thinks she's right. it can make her a difficult person to teach but she's doing her best to loosen up that aspect of herself. gwen can also a hard time trusting others. she pushes people away when she feels vulnerable and has a tendency to take on too much rather than ask for help. she's not always easy to work with -- but when sheโs in your corner, sheโs fiercely loyal. at her core, she cares deeply about people.
gwen prefers to be known as just gwen. she often laughs and says that her name isn't really hers and it's hard for people to know what she means but here's the short story: middling actress meets cutthroat studio exec with power and a strong desire for her. she thinks maybe she can get something after giving a little something. she gets pregnant with his kid. the studio exec isn't interested in being a father. she's banished from the film industry and scratches out a living off-broadway and on broadway. he denies her the sloan name but she won't have it denied from her kid. she names her after his mother -- hollywood's eternal sex symbol, victoria "vicki" vale. the tale is as old as time and gwen gets bored of telling it so just call her gwen.
it's not hard to know exactly who she is -- sheโs the spitting image of her grandmother. bright baby blues, blonde hair, button nose, curved grins. the golden-haired goddess whose face launched perfume ads, lit up the silver screen, and ignited powder kegs under at least two hollywood marriages has a modern-day doppelgรคnger. being the mirror image of the woman who helped marilyn and jayne create the prototype of the "dumb blonde" isnโt exactly fun or helpful for her. it means assumptions follow her into every room: that sheโs shallow, soft, easy to adapt or shift. there's not much she can do to change it.
she's gwen vale sloan. the only (known) descendant of old hollywood royalty. she's always somebody's something. celeste and augustus vale's great-granddaughter. vicki vale and montgomery sloan's only grandchild. christopher sloan's mistake.
her surname is etched into the walls of california studios, on broadway stages, and in production credits of some of the greatest films of all time. but her life was far from a pretty picture. she spent her days in a tight west village apartment -- watching her mother's animosity towards her father and everything sloan grow by the day. her mother's cherished dreams of stardom never came true and she could only blame gwen's father. christopher only showed up through wire transfers and periodic phone calls.
by the time she was thirteen, gwen had already decided two things: fame was a different kind of hell and that she would make herself useful, not decorative. what's more useful than a doctor? while her peers played with dolls, she read anatomy books and tried to fix the neighborโs cat after it got clipped by a bike. at thirteen, she talked her way into shadowing a trauma nurse for a summer. and by eighteen, sheโd been accepted into columbia on merit -- not money. her sights were set on medicine and never wavered.
her patience was rewarded with successful. she's an intern at lexington -- one of the most elite medical institutions in the city. sheโs brilliant, relentless, and driven. there's something inside her. the need to live up to something, to be something more. to speak up โ which earns her both admirers and enemies. gwen doesn't care about climbing the ladder or rubbing elbows with superiors or donors. she's not impressed by pedigree -- not Lexington's and certainty not her own. she's there for two reasons: to save lives and to do good. she doesnโt want to be remembered for who her grandmother was or all the things she could be. she wants to be respected for who she is: just gwen.
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a no-nonsense superior who challenges her at every turn. this person doesnโt coddle or compliment but they see her potential and push her harder than anyone else. the relationship can often be rocky -- with plenty arguments and disagreements -- but is foundational to gwenโs growth as a human and as a doctor. - ๐๐๐๐
a gaggle or roommates. possibly hospital personnel or friends from her childhood. they're all clashing personalities who fill up the park slope brownstone but they're each others safe spaces. - ๐๐๐๐
professional rival. this person has it all. the family pedigree and the skills. gwen suffers from some sort of jealousy and it likely colors their interactions. the beef between them is unexplainable but certainly matched. the two do not like one another. - ๐๐๐๐
ใ aaron pierre, cismale + he / him ใ ๐ฌ ย โงโห ย โ ูููููููููู๏ฎฉูจู did you pageย LUCIAN ST. SAUVINย fromย EMERGENCY MEDICINE?ย theyโre theย thirty-three year old ATTENDING PHYSICIANย atย KINGSLEY MEMORIAL HOSPITAL, theyโve been working here forย 8ย years. youโve probably seen them if you catched up toย kind blue-green eyes behind gold rimmed glasses, the beginnings of a bright smile curving full lips, discreet snoring from private corners while he sneaks in naps, whispered french creole to comfort panicking patients, the patients that do like them would tell you they areย DEDICATEDย andย NURTURING, but some of them think theyโreย WITHDRAWNย andย AVOIDANT. time is rushing, just go and find them.ย
๐๐ฎ๐ฅ๐ฅ ๐ง๐๐ฆ๐: lucian harrison st. sauvin
๐ง๐ข๐๐ค๐ง๐๐ฆ๐(๐ฌ): luke, saint
๐๐๐ญ๐ ๐จ๐ ๐๐ข๐ซ๐ญ๐ก: august 14, 1991 (33)
๐ ๐๐ง๐๐๐ซ / ๐ฉ๐ซ๐จ๐ง๐จ๐ฎ๐ง๐ฌ: cismale / he + him
๐ก๐จ๐ฆ๐๐ญ๐จ๐ฐ๐ง: castries, st. lucia
๐๐ฎ๐ซ๐ซ๐๐ง๐ญ ๐ซ๐๐ฌ๐ข๐๐๐ง๐๐: new york city, ny (queens -- forest hills)
๐จ๐๐๐ฎ๐ฉ๐๐ญ๐ข๐จ๐ง: attending physician of emergency medicine (fancy way to say er doctor)
๐จ๐ซ๐ข๐๐ง๐ญ๐๐ญ๐ข๐จ๐ง: heterosexual / heteromantic
๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐. //
๐ก๐๐ข๐ ๐ก๐ญ / ๐ฐ๐๐ข๐ ๐ก๐ญ: 6'3 / 212 lbs.
๐ก๐๐ข๐ซ / ๐๐ฒ๐๐ฌ: black / hazel
๐ญ๐๐ญ๐ญ๐จ๐จ๐ฌ: several. one along his spine, ending at the nape of his neck (swirling of designs, latin, and dedications to his homeland. it's an extensive, elegant tattoo. minimalist in nature.) he has another along his inner forearm -- the latin phrase 'memento vivere'. there's a final one behind his ear, the coordinates to his beloved hometown.
๐ฉ๐ข๐๐ซ๐๐ข๐ง๐ ๐ฌ: none
๐๐ญ๐ก๐ง๐ข๐ ๐๐๐๐ค๐ ๐ซ๐จ๐ฎ๐ง๐: st. lucian (paternal) & jamaican / bajan (maternal)
๐ฉ๐๐ซ๐ฌ๐จ๐ง๐๐ฅ ๐ฌ๐ญ๐ฒ๐ฅ๐:
lucian dresses true to form. in keeping with his pristine demeanor and the same precision he brings to work โ clean, quiet, and intentional. crisp collarless shirts in charcoal or ivory, trousers that move with him, and lightweight coats that catch the wind when he walks. on the extremely rare occasion, he'll even wear jeans and tees but never anywhere important. lucian is a man that doesn't find much appeal in the excesses of life. he grew up poor, and even though a doctor's salary is what he used to dream of, he doesn'tย spend it frivolously. the only jewelry he prefers is a medallion given to him by his mother and one single ring, worn on his left hand, a family heirloom. he doesn't need bold patterns or flashes of gold to make an impression. you notice lucian st. sauvin when he enters a room.
๐๐ข๐ฌ๐ญ๐ข๐ง๐ ๐ฎ๐ข๐ฌ๐ก๐ข๐ง๐ ๐๐๐๐ญ๐ฎ๐ซ๐๐ฌ: there's a small scar over his left eye -- barely noticeable. he received it on the playground in st. lucia as a child. the more noticeable marks are a small puckered scar on his left hip and a smaller but jagged scar along his right shoulder. both from a couple of gunshot wounds that he sustained shortly after his family moved to new york city. he was only thirteen. his older brother perished in the shooting.
๐ฉ๐ฅ๐๐ฒ-๐๐ฒ: aaron pierre
๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ //
lucian is a man of few words and unrelenting presence. he carries himself with quiet precision, every movement measured, every silence meaningful. to patients, he is unwavering -- calm in the face of their fears and pain, deeply empathetic without ever becoming overly sentimental. he listens far more than he speak but when he does speak, itโs with purpose. his coworkers can find him difficult to read if it isn't about work. he keeps his personal life sealed tight behind a wall of professionalism. even his marriage and eventual divorce is seen as a 'rumor'. people can meet dr. st sauvin but they don't really know him. he doesnโt seek connection outside of the emergency room or the operating room but within it, he gives everything -- his time, his focus, his care. it's not that he lacks emotion but he stores it up. saves it for those who need him. it's part of his conditioning. lucian st. sauvin will give and give and give until there's nothing of him left...he sees that as his lot in life.
lucian was born to henry and alvita st. sauvin in 1991. the fourth child, second son. his father, an intelligent and enterprising young man, accepted a professional opportunity in new york and uprooted the family in 2002. they were a close knit family and totally relied on on another in this strange new home. henry jr, the oldest son, was more outgoing than them all. he threw himself into basketball and harbored dreams of joining the nba. lucian preferred solitary sports and ran track.
they were happy in new york for only two years before tragedy struck. during a pickup game in the bronx, lucian and his older brother were caught in the crossfire of a shooting. several bystanders were hit twice. lucian and henry were counted among them. while lucian survived his injuries, his older brother did not. henry st. sauvin jr. died shielding his younger brother.
his death shattered everything. his parents were divorced within the year, and lucian -- wracked with guilt and regret -- became even more lonely. the loss of his brother and a stable family unit shaped him but he learned not to speak his hurt. there was always someone hurting more than he was. someone who deserved to be heard. despite the setbacks, he grew up well. intelligent beyond belief with a memory that was damn near photographic. he could have become anything. a professor, a businessman, an engineer. but lucian wanted to be a doctor. he wanted to live a life of service. after all, henry saved him so it had to be for a reason. he couldn't waste the life his older brother had given to him.
lucian studied obsessively. from townsend to columbia to the icahn school to residency. his ambition was clear. he even married young, at twenty-three, determined to create a family. he was speeding through life's achievements in search of something he couldnโt name. for a while, it worked. but eventually -- something had to slip through his fingers. and it was his wife. seven years in, it ended quietly -- the way he does most things. no drama, no fanfare. just...quiet. he's been alone ever since.
now thirty-three, divorced and emotionally disciplined to a fault, luke devotes himself wholly to emergency medicine. it's the only place he feels useful, alive, and in control. in the trauma bay, everything has a name. a code. a fix. and that's the way life should be.
๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ //
medical resident under lucian's supervision โ perhaps they idolize him. they now work elsewhere (or just started attending-level work at the same hospital) and still seek his approval, much to luke's frustration. they refuse to let him detach completely. - ๐๐๐๐
the former wife. a powerful woman in her own right. their marriage thrived when they were on the same page but when the vision for their lives began to differ, they faltered. perhaps she still loves him or perhaps she can't believe she failed at something in her life. either way, they aren't as done with each other as they think. - ๐๐๐๐
