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Name: Leland Sheridon Marypone, M.D

Nicknames: Lelie, Dohx (Doh-x), Lee, Doxy, Nibbles, Mr. Nibbles

Marital Status: Single

Birthday: 1/1/1959

Birthplace: Worcester, Massachusetts


Personality: It’ll be cold fucking day in hell before Leland Marypone is in a permanently good mood. There are many words to describe him, but that’s not exactly a good thing because they’re not all good. In fact, some of them are downright offensive, not that he gives a rat’s ass. Some of those words are obnoxious, arrogant, snarky, snappy, grumpy, sarcastic, self concerned, irascible, caustic, iconoclastic, cruel and mean. With behaviour that can border on antisocial, he’s not all of them all of the time, but these “bad assed” personality qualities are present quite a damned lot. Surprisingly, there can, in rare cases, be a slight hyperactive nature to the man, but if and when this happens it is usually converted into talking to himself inside his head. He has a wild imagination, that’s for sure, not that anybody really knows, but still, conjuring up dancing elephants in tutus are always the best way to waste time while keeping a serious face about. Then people actually think he’s thinking, about something important that is, instead of constructing ways to trap people in human sized mouse traps.

Marypone lacks a bedside manner, preferring not to talk to his patients, and generally avoiding them, if he can get away with it. Instead, he likes getting quickly, right down to the point and solving the problem. The man treats his patients to a less than somewhat ok personality display, and has little respect for people who can’t fire him or haven’t otherwise earned his respect. The amount of people he really respects is a small number, largely because he’s too good to be fired, and there aren’t many people who try hard enough or get near enough to get him to respect them.

Leland, who does have his flaws, and sometimes the ability to not listen to anyone, does have some redeeming qualities though. First of all, he’s brilliant. Then, he’s caring, about his patients at least, and he can be kind, even nice, and has been known to be considerate. This is despite the fact that he never likes to miss an opportunity to exercise his cutting wit or his cranky, misanthropic way of being. He’s dedicated to a case that he feels needs dedication, even if he may seem harsh and somewhat inept, he does his job properly, he does his job well, and he does his job right. If he didn’t reap a lot of success then he wouldn’t be as respected within the medical community as he is, and he definitely wouldn’t have kept working at one place consistently, which he pretty much has done for a while.

The Doctor likes to think, and if he has to solve a problem, medical or otherwise, he will find a right answer. Then, if that answer doesn’t work, he’ll collect what he has learnt and find another right answer, and so on, until the problem is solved. This is where his flawless instincts and unconventional thinking come in. With his acerbic, brutally honest demeanour, he’s a puzzle solver, and he does like his puzzles, if there is anything at all to be liked. Medical puzzles to be specific; there is little time and rarely much patience to fiddle around with little bits of fluffy bunny rabbits and pretty flowers. While he is often forced into the world of simple flu cases, cuts and bruises, Marypone likes the inexplicable cases. Not only does it give him a chance to work out his brain, but also to succeed where others can’t. Even though he will acknowledge, that other Doctors do actually have a brain, he still likes to do what they haven’t been able to do.

The man is not quick to shout, because snide comments are more his style, but he is, by no means, afraid to. And if Leland shouts, nothing is probably going well, or nothing will probably go well soon after. He has this way of being able to use his immense grumpiness to piss people off and make them hate or generally dislike him even more than usual, possibly for a temporary amount of time or even longer. While he may have his enemies wherever he works, he also has his friends, his extroverted intuition, his accumulated knowledge and ability to memorize and understand things. So, a for living life, he’s damaged, and he parted way with the catholic church and religion in general when he was a teenager, but he’s set to go. Respected as a doctor, he takes the time to explore the possibilities of people’s complaints to arrive at the most reliable source for the problem before treatment. He’s a true curmudgeon with a cynical sense of humor, but a somewhat loveable human being all the same.


History: Leland Sheridon Marypone was born to Ciar and Coran Marypone on the first of January 1959 at the Icarus Teaching Hospital in Worcester, Massachusetts. His parents were Irish immigrants who had been introduced through a mutual friend, married, and come to America, so he grew up Irish American. It hadn’t been a terribly long while after they had settled in when Leland was born, so, still unexperienced in the ways of their new home, the new parents kept their child on a somewhat short leash. Their upbringing had also influenced them into bringing him up in a strict but not harsh way. Thus, the boy grew up being not allowed to do many American activities and was just a passive observer who did as he was told. If something had to be done, he did it and was generally kept very busy.

This way of upbringing didn’t exactly have the desired effect on Leland. Although he was very polite and considerate towards his parents, he led what could be called a double life. When he could escape from the watchful gaze of his elders, he would go with friends and his personality was a lot different. Marypone was a hardened child with a rarely unparalleled ability to solve puzzles. Ciar and Coran, who sometimes tended to lean towards being strict disciplinarians had him learning the piano from an early age and as he became an accomplished musician his nimble fingers came into use elsewhere. Thus, with his knack for being a quick witted rapscallion he was quite the popular child and leader of a small gang of children from the public school he attended, where he learnt Spanish and perfected his Spanish speaking ability. There was something else beneficial from having to be an angel one minute and something of a devil the next, he learnt how to pretend, if his sometimes endless curiosity had to be masked, it was hidden, if he got hurt he wasn’t going to cry over spilt blood.

Leland graduated from high school with the reputation some teenage boys dream off and none of the criminal record to match. He was smart, even though he had partaken in a few underage drinking and smoking sessions, he would always see that no one came to harm or trouble because of them. As for his relationships with his teachers and other people older than him, they were ideal because he was kind and helpful towards them. While he may have liked them as older, wiser friends, he also knew that networking had a high chance of helping him in the future.

And so, he moved on from school with good marks earned from dedication and a brain that could retain knowledge like a dam did water. Leland wasted no time before going into university, and did so as soon as he could. He wanted to become a Doctor, despite his general dislike of annoying people, he was hooked at the fact that he got to solve puzzles and look at the human body, which was a puzzle in itself. His life, which had been fairly adventurous up until then, became a little bit more so when he lost a bet, a loss that saw him specializing in infectious diseases and family practice as oppose to infectious diseases and internal medicine.

So, he started his learning at the University of Massachusetts Medical School, somehow became a Doctor, albeit an obnoxious Doctor, but a Doctor all the same. A good Doctor at that, unlike some people he had already come across. Although the boy now man had missed out on the flourishing gay scene of the 1960s he was not going to miss out on anything anymore. Once Marypone had turned the legal drinking age he dove into the world of bisexuality and started swimming towards the deep end. It had long been his belief that men and women were equal and equal was his conviction that he loved both genders. Shortly after he took up smoking again, not full on, but he wasn’t a social smoker either, just a few a week to unwind.

Apart from the wild weekend in New York for a buck’s party and the spring break in Miami, Leland had never left Worcester. He had, however, held a small number of jobs to pay his way through college and earn him enough money to move into a small apartment. Tired of his limited travelling experience, he stayed working for two months while he packed up his things and sold his apartment and then took up a job offer as a family physician in Kalgoorlie, Western Australia. His networking had worked out, for it had been an old biology teacher who had recommended the fresh young Doctor to a friend of hers overseas. Taking the job was mostly his decision, but also just a tiny bit because of a bet he lost with an old boyfriend.

At the age of 24, Marypone was on a totally new continent with totally new people all of whom he thought were completely nuts. As time passed by, he got used to the strange and rather hot, land he was living in and grew accustomed to the fact that they didn’t have a white Christmas, more a sweltering hot one. The Doctor spent ten grumpy but enjoyable years in Australia before he moved back to Worcester half way through his eleventh year. Nothing really had changed, he hadn’t lost a bit of his accent, or his wit, or his charming bite on reality, he’d just aged. Even though he had been over to his home quite a few times during the ten and a bit years, and despite the fact that his family had come to him a few times as well, it was good to be home. And so, he found work in the Infectious Diseases and Immunology Department at Icarus Teaching Hospital.

He had been working there for about four and a half years when he was allowed two weeks off for Christmas and another two weeks that were to be spent in Boston attending conferences, giving speeches and listening to seminars amongst other equally boring things. To liven up his oncoming trip down the road of doom and neat suits with ties, Leland headed down on the third of January to Boston by bus to get settled in and check out the clubs he’d been told about while he was at it.

Although the Doctor had been sick with a bit of a temperature and an increasingly nasty cough by the time he decided to go out bar hopping the next day, he ignored the pressing lethargy and went anyway. A few shots of something good and strong would fix him right up was the final clincher. The man was in the middle of a vigorous dancing session in an underground dance club with two friends of his, a wife and husband, when he yelled out and fell over. Of course, the loud music interfered with him hearing the popping noise that had just come from somewhere in his right leg, so that didn’t help the situation at all.

Although he was in quite a bit of pain from whatever he had done to his leg, Leland growled and bared it. He left the club and caught a taxi back to his hotel, where, in a state of slowly decreasing awareness, he packed his bags, left the establishment and made his way to go and get a bus home. On the way he stopped and bought a sturdy walking stick at a chemist and a burger from a place nearby it. Although he lost the food in some bushes near where he bought his ticket, he kept the stick, because he was having trouble walking. But ignoring the pain was a more present issue, than actually doing something about it, and there was no way in hell he was going to keep himself in a hospital in Boston with people he didn’t trust.

A while later, while being considered more drunk than he actually was, a feverish Leland stumbled off the bus with his bags and made his way home. His current boyfriend at the time, a serious, balding man, called Peter picked him up. Peter, who had affectionately been nicknamed Zally, after a past drinking contest, was about to take him home when he fainted in the car. After swearing when he touched his partner’s forehead and felt as if he had been burnt, Zally took Leland to the hospital as it was more than clear that the man’s unsteady decline downwards in health had begun.

The snarky man awoke a short while later in a hospital bed, tired, and still in pain. Apparently he had been out long enough for them to undress him, find the blood spattered handkerchief and diagnose him with severe pneumonia.

It was little less than two days before he got back most of his misanthropy and began trying to bark questions to the nearest nurse as best he could. In turn, she fetched a resident out of sheer terror and not thinking. The Doctor then asked timid, nervous man to take a look at his leg, still out of it to the point where he didn’t really get that he could probably do better himself. He had thought of doing such a thing, but had then quickly realised that a somewhat delirious M.D, especially one who felt like crap on top of feeling like a volcano, was probably not the best kind to acquire medical supplies. Even if it was the hospital he worked at.

Despite the fact that the resident, after a short examination and a possibly even shorter inquiry, got the fact that he had a ruptured Achilles tendon, he didn’t get the fact that it was an acute rupture, a complete one in other words. So Leland was put in a cast, and because he had responded so well to the medicine they had been pumping through his veins through a drip, he was allowed to go home a day later with another round of medication to take, much to his total lack of utter joy. While he tried the bed rest thing for a few days until he felt more conscious, Leland was soon hobbling around his apartment, much to the dismay of Zally who had been ordered to keep him in bed for a while longer.

To get over the large bump of being ill, he was forced to take some time off work. During which he bought a digital camera and took up a hobby he had spent some time on over the years, but had never dedicated himself to. And that hobby was taking pictures of people after taking them by surprise. Spending most of his time off work at home, with a good supply of ibuprofen, other pain medication and the stuff he had been given for the pneumonia, some time passed. The Doctor kept himself busy by taking pictures of people who came to the door. Then, hey presto, while his was injury healing, his Achilles tendon re-ruptured. Because all people lie and didn’t confide in him the fact that he was being treated by a bunch of monkeys.

With surprising calmness for someone who was increasingly pissed off at the very people he worked for, Leland took himself, limp and all, to the hospital, where he was seen and finally given the correct diagnosis, acute Achilles tendon rupture. Leland ended up having surgery and was put into another cast, which probably wasn’t the best idea as he could have taken the route of a removable boot, which was proven to work better. The cast way, he knew, in one form or another, would most likely lead to tremendous weakness and atrophy of muscle that was often permanent. But, yeah.

As Leland had accumulated a rather splendid amount of sick days and general leave by working on holidays, most of his recovery time was spent at home, and some in his office, behind his desk. With his handy dandy walking stick and crutches, the man got past the cast stage and into physical therapy. Since he was far more interested in the breasts of the woman and the lips of the man helping him in physical therapy, Leland was paying about 20% less attention than he should have been, thus lacked some of the necessary motivation and focus. This didn’t really help that much, but despite that, he still tried hard and he still gained some strength back in his leg, and, as for having a desired post-injury activity level, he didn’t have one, so he was happy with what he got. Although the muscle loss in his leg, also known as muscle atrophy, was noticeable, he was able to walk without his stick. However, despite that fact, the man kept his walking stick around, using it, purposely in the wrong hand, for what he claimed to be, aesthetic purposes. A statement that that was completely and utterly true, but on top of that, and untold to others, he had formed an affectionate bond with the inanimate object. While his cousin, Abigail, one of the most annoying nurses in existence, and Zally, had been there for most of it, the stick had been there for all of it. And that was special, in a crazy kind of way.

Five years later, in 2004, Leland, aside from the whole leg incident, he had broken up with Zally, remaining good friends with the man as well as being an occasional sex buddy. He still kept the stick around, of course, for aesthetic purposes and also kept numerous other things in his office. These were namely a couple of packets of hidden cigarettes, a bit of alcohol, a few selected pain medications for the pain, if and when it came back, some piano books, a ball and a digital camera. The digital camera because he’d convinced the higher powers that be, that he liked to document medical type stuff. And even if they hadn’t approved, he’d have brought it anyway, because he likes being misanthropic, snarky and takes great pleasure in ignoring advice and assorted orders that have come from others.

And then, time just moved on from there.


Appearance: The easiest way to describe Leland Marypone is to go from top to bottom. He has the typical Marypone family looks, thick dark hair, blue eyes, a square jaw and ruddy skin. The thick dark hair is dark red, with a slight dirty blond quality to it, and the man has it cut in a short, straight style, which could easily be described as something like a mop top. It’s handsome hair, which is floppy, and sometimes falls over so much that he has to push it back over his head and out of his eyes. It’s also the same colour all over the rest of his body, including his furry chest.

He has glacial blue eyes, and likes keeping a packet of Marlboros, or a packet of Newports in his pocket, along with a lighter or a packet of matches. If somebody dies, he tries to do the Irish macho thing and hold it all up. Marypone’s not a guy who gets involved, he deals in angst, cynicism, snark and if he votes he votes pessimistically. He has got that bad boy thing about him. Along with a cute accent, it’s earned him many a date. Surprisingly, for someone who smokes all the time, he has very good teeth, so that helps as well.

The Doctor has a healthy pink look about him and his skin is weathered, because, even though he didn’t get a typical Worcester job, like truck driving or brick laying, he has worked for every single day of his life. Sure, his job isn’t one that could hurt his back and get his hands real dirty, he works hard, real hard, and his work ethic is a simple one, work, and keep working. Tall and thin with ropy limbs and an average physique, Leland is 6' 3" (1.91 m) high and weighs 200 pounds (90.72 kilograms), with a beautiful deep, Marlboro voice earned by years of smoking and probably raving at all the people around him. The man never seems to run out of anger, but it suits him just fine, he’s got a few freckles and the devil’s grin and damn him, he’s going to use his mouth in whatever way he likes. His face in repose forms a mild grimace and he has this sarcastic look on his face, which all by itself tell everybody around him all that they need to know about him. Don’t fuck with the man and they might be safe.

Clothing wise, he doesn’t wear his lab coat, but keeps one in reserve for the occasions where he likes to flaunt the fact that he is, in fact, a Doctor and a rather tough, sarcastic and cutting but brilliant Medical Doctor at that. An ironic nod to his “disability” he likes to wear Nike Shox running shoes, but other than that it’s just shirts and pants. With his watch on his left hand, he wears a few pairs of jeans and the occasional suit or two coupled with a tie or if he’s had one too many glasses of scotch, a bowtie. For bed, he’s a boxers and a t-shirt kind of guy, unless prompted to do otherwise. There is a flash of his other side though, his gay side. It shows in the way he does certain things, but curse the person who ever dares to poke prejudice fun at it, because losing their head is a liability when doing such a thing. Wherever the antisocial Leland is though, the walking stick comes with, even if he doesn’t need it, and claims he keeps it around, using it for purely aesthetic purposes, it’s still there, and that’s a definite fact.

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