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“But all I ever learned from love was how to shoot somebody who outdrew ya."
“L-o-v-e
Love is a fickle four-letter word.
Women are also pretty fickle.
No wonder I’m no good at either of them.
Do you know what another four-letter fickle thing is?
W-i –f-e”
The Curmudgeon
Name: Leonard Jace Warren
Species: Human
Homeworld: Unknown Outer World
Age: Early 30s
Profession: Doctor
Marital Status: Divorced (Jocelyn Marie Cummings Warren Marsh)
Children: One (Janna Lany Marsh -estranged)
Hair: Brown
Eyes: Blue
Skin: Tanned
Strength: Average
Constitution: Average
Intelligence: Above-Average
Wisdom: Average
Charisma: Below Average
Skills:
Medicine
Survival
Research
Marksmanship
Piloting
Strengths:
+Determined
+Unwilling to let someone die on his watch
+Loyal to a fault
+Tells it like it is
Weaknesses:
-Distant
-Gruff
-Perfectionist
-Has an affinity for whiskey and bourbon
-/+ High expectations for himself and others
Gear:
Usually wearing
Personality: Leonard is what some would call a jerk with a heart of gold. He may seem rough around the edges, grumbling every breath, but somewhere deep inside the tin man has a heart. After he got dealt the lot life gave him he locked that heart up tight. It had been hurt too much for him to wear it on his sleeve any longer. He really does care. With friends he may poke fun and seem to mean it in a hurtful way and he may complain, but he cares. The only time his heart shows anymore is around children.
Biography:
“L-o-v-e
Love is a fickle four-letter word.
Women are also pretty fickle.
No wonder I’m no good at either of them.
Do you know what another four-letter fickle thing is?
W-i –f-e”
The Curmudgeon
Name: Leonard Jace Warren
Species: Human
Homeworld: Unknown Outer World
Age: Early 30s
Profession: Doctor
Marital Status: Divorced (Jocelyn Marie Cummings Warren Marsh)
Children: One (Janna Lany Marsh -estranged)
Hair: Brown
Eyes: Blue
Skin: Tanned
Strength: Average
Constitution: Average
Intelligence: Above-Average
Wisdom: Average
Charisma: Below Average
Skills:
Medicine
Survival
Research
Marksmanship
Piloting
Strengths:
+Determined
+Unwilling to let someone die on his watch
+Loyal to a fault
+Tells it like it is
Weaknesses:
-Distant
-Gruff
-Perfectionist
-Has an affinity for whiskey and bourbon
-/+ High expectations for himself and others
Gear:
Usually wearing
-Button up shirt with sleeves rolled up
-Trousers tucked into boots
-Leather boots (up to the calves since we aren’t Lt. Uhura in the 60s)
Always on his person-Trousers tucked into boots
-Leather boots (up to the calves since we aren’t Lt. Uhura in the 60s)
-A utility belt carrying:rations, ammunition, his flask
A blaster in his left boot
His medical bag (takes it everywhere because old habits die hard) containing everything in a standard medipac
A blaster in his left boot
His medical bag (takes it everywhere because old habits die hard) containing everything in a standard medipac
Personality: Leonard is what some would call a jerk with a heart of gold. He may seem rough around the edges, grumbling every breath, but somewhere deep inside the tin man has a heart. After he got dealt the lot life gave him he locked that heart up tight. It had been hurt too much for him to wear it on his sleeve any longer. He really does care. With friends he may poke fun and seem to mean it in a hurtful way and he may complain, but he cares. The only time his heart shows anymore is around children.
Biography:
Early Life (From Birth until 14)
"He came into the world like a delivery that no one knew what to do with, and nobody wanted to sign for.” (Obert Skye)
Cold. Cold was a feeling he was familiar with. For he was cold at birth and when he died he would still be cold, inside and out.
A single clock ticked steadily from the far wall. This never-ending annoyance was the only sound in the dank room. It was wintertime, yet there was no heat, no fire to warm the mother who lay still on the bed. She had not made a sound since the process started. The father was the only other occupant in the room. He was the one moving about the room, his expression stern in concentration.
The room had been in this state for hours, silent but busy. Just when it seemed the procedure would continue for several more hours, it ended. When it ended nothing of importance happen, the room remained cold, silent, and busy. The father, a doctor, placed his new son on his mother’s chest and gave her a shot. The mother awoke, held her newborn son, and the silence drug on.
They named their son Leonard Jace, and the Warren family gained another mouth to feed. Life was good; the house was clean and food was on the table. He grew up not knowing if he was missing anything. Len’s father was a doctor with an in-home practice. Only one thing set him apart: he used no technology. It was all very archaic but the service was free and his bedside manner good. Len’s mother cleaned houses to add to her husband’s small income made from working at a hospital on the side.
Leonard was the last of five children. However, even with ten little feet in the house, it still was eerily silent and cold.
Leo, the despised nickname his father gave Leonard, struggled in school. His family was led to believe it was because he was behind the other children. In words that haunted even his young mind, a monotone first grade teacher told his mother and father it was best for them to save their money and take him out of classes now because he would never amount to anything and his time was better served working than sitting in a classroom. His mother convinced his father to keep him in school.
In reality Leonard was ahead of his classmates. He read quickly and in a higher grade-level, he did mathematics easily, and could remember large amounts of facts. His young mind was like a sponge. His teacher refused to accept this fact and therefore lied. It was a shame that she would rather waste a talented mind than admit she was beaten.
His mother never believed that her baby boy was retarded, and never spoke of it again. His father however was the exact opposite. When Len turned thirteen his father approached him that night and said, “I’ll bet you one-thousand credits you won’t graduate high school, and five-thousand credits that you won’t graduate from college.”
Of course his mouth was bigger than his wallet. It would take almost twenty years for him to get that kind of money, and Len would never have that money that young. It was more of a roundabout way of saying “I believe you won’t amount to nothing.” Of course Len did graduate from high school and college, but his father claimed he never made the bet. So Len didn’t get his money.
Cold was a large part of his life in the beginning, for his family was cold and clinical.
Cold. Cold was a feeling he was familiar with. For he was cold at birth and when he died he would still be cold, inside and out.
A single clock ticked steadily from the far wall. This never-ending annoyance was the only sound in the dank room. It was wintertime, yet there was no heat, no fire to warm the mother who lay still on the bed. She had not made a sound since the process started. The father was the only other occupant in the room. He was the one moving about the room, his expression stern in concentration.
The room had been in this state for hours, silent but busy. Just when it seemed the procedure would continue for several more hours, it ended. When it ended nothing of importance happen, the room remained cold, silent, and busy. The father, a doctor, placed his new son on his mother’s chest and gave her a shot. The mother awoke, held her newborn son, and the silence drug on.
They named their son Leonard Jace, and the Warren family gained another mouth to feed. Life was good; the house was clean and food was on the table. He grew up not knowing if he was missing anything. Len’s father was a doctor with an in-home practice. Only one thing set him apart: he used no technology. It was all very archaic but the service was free and his bedside manner good. Len’s mother cleaned houses to add to her husband’s small income made from working at a hospital on the side.
Leonard was the last of five children. However, even with ten little feet in the house, it still was eerily silent and cold.
Leo, the despised nickname his father gave Leonard, struggled in school. His family was led to believe it was because he was behind the other children. In words that haunted even his young mind, a monotone first grade teacher told his mother and father it was best for them to save their money and take him out of classes now because he would never amount to anything and his time was better served working than sitting in a classroom. His mother convinced his father to keep him in school.
In reality Leonard was ahead of his classmates. He read quickly and in a higher grade-level, he did mathematics easily, and could remember large amounts of facts. His young mind was like a sponge. His teacher refused to accept this fact and therefore lied. It was a shame that she would rather waste a talented mind than admit she was beaten.
His mother never believed that her baby boy was retarded, and never spoke of it again. His father however was the exact opposite. When Len turned thirteen his father approached him that night and said, “I’ll bet you one-thousand credits you won’t graduate high school, and five-thousand credits that you won’t graduate from college.”
Of course his mouth was bigger than his wallet. It would take almost twenty years for him to get that kind of money, and Len would never have that money that young. It was more of a roundabout way of saying “I believe you won’t amount to nothing.” Of course Len did graduate from high school and college, but his father claimed he never made the bet. So Len didn’t get his money.
Cold was a large part of his life in the beginning, for his family was cold and clinical.
The Warm Years (15-25)
“Live fast, party hard, and leave a good-looking corpse” (John Derek as Nick Romano in Knock on Any Door)
It was in most controversial time of his life when he found something to stop the cold: booze.
His friends drug him out of their neighborhood one day; they took a bus to a part of town that was dark, dirty, but warm. It was alight with the lights of casinos, the burn of booze and the warmth of bodies.
He loved it.
It became an everyday occurrence. They ran from the cold to let the booze and the women warm them up. They ran wild in the streets, screaming and singing, with girls on their arm and bottles in their hands.
Then they grew up.
They moved on, never again speaking to each other. Leonard went to college, earning himself his medical degree. He interned at a hospital one summer. He was still warm.
Then he met Jocelyn. She was beautiful and kind and funny, and they were both warm. They decided to grow old together, warm and happy and in love. They were soon parents to a bubbly baby girl.
It was in most controversial time of his life when he found something to stop the cold: booze.
His friends drug him out of their neighborhood one day; they took a bus to a part of town that was dark, dirty, but warm. It was alight with the lights of casinos, the burn of booze and the warmth of bodies.
He loved it.
It became an everyday occurrence. They ran from the cold to let the booze and the women warm them up. They ran wild in the streets, screaming and singing, with girls on their arm and bottles in their hands.
Then they grew up.
They moved on, never again speaking to each other. Leonard went to college, earning himself his medical degree. He interned at a hospital one summer. He was still warm.
Then he met Jocelyn. She was beautiful and kind and funny, and they were both warm. They decided to grow old together, warm and happy and in love. They were soon parents to a bubbly baby girl.
The Cold Time (25-)
“Never allow someone to be your priority while allowing yourself to be their option.” (Mark Twain)
The cold soon returned. Longer nights were spent at the hospital as he returned to school. He saw little of his family. Len’s one warmth in the midst of his cold wife and clinical job was his baby girl, Janna. She was the light of his life, and no matter how tired he was (physically from his job or mentally from the more and more frequent arguments) he would play with her if she asked him to.
Then it all came to a threshold.
She was standing in their bedroom when he walked in. Len stood in the doorway for a moment. It was their fifth anniversary and he had flowers in his hand. He was planning to take her to dinner with hopes that a long discussion would set their marriage straight. He noticed she was folding clothes and came to the conclusion she had been cleaning house while Janna was at school. “Jo?”
She turned around, shirt in hand, and he noticed the anger in her eyes and the tears on her cheeks. It was then he registered the suitcase on the bed. She was packing. “Len, I can’t do this anymore.”
He went forward to grab her in a hug, to plead with her to stay. She pushed him away, “You love your job more than me. At least I try to think all your doing is working when you never come home.”
His brain refused to work, so he stayed on his knees staring up in shock. She continued, “I found someone else a long time ago. I’m taking Janna, expect papers on your desk in a week.”
She grabbed up her suitcase, “I never truly loved you, Len, and if you loved me and thought I loved you, you truly are a fool Leonard Warren. Goodbye.”
They fought it out in court. She took everything he had: his daughter, his heart, even his house. He was forced to move to an apartment a block from his old house and old life.
For a while it was okay. He was allowed to stop by and see Janna, even take her out for lunch or let her stay the night sometimes. Then Jocelyn remarried. She married the man she had an affair with for what Len found out was the entirety of their marriage. Then she told him he had to call before he came to see Janna. He threw himself into work after that.
Eventually he got a court notice; Jocelyn wanted full custody of Janna on the terms that Leonard wanted nothing to do with Janna anyways and she and her new husband were moving off planet. Len didn’t bother showing up to fight it. Now he had no remnant of his old life.
He was now as cold on the inside as the world outside him.
Len quit his job at the hospital, gave up all dreams of owning his own practice, and did what any respectable person who had nothing would: he got drunk.
Catching a transport off planet, he wound up on Tatooine. He stayed in one cantina until they kicked him out before heading to another one.
He spent about a month just slap drunk. He walked around with a flask of some concoction and drank even when he bandaged up people on the streets. His cure for the hangovers was more alcohol.
Leonard stayed in this pitiful state for two full months; though the second month he was sober a day or two a week. Eventually he got a reputation on Tatooine and he stopped getting paying customers. No customers meant he didn’t get any money. No money meant he couldn’t buy more booze. So he moved on.
Corellia is his new home at the moment. He got himself a little store front for cheap, moved in, and painted himself a sign to put in the window. “Cheap Walk-In Clinic” So he spends his days bandaging knees and elbows for a credit each. He spends his nights in the bars, but he can only afford water. Free is affordable.
Do you know how cold Corellian winters are?
The cold soon returned. Longer nights were spent at the hospital as he returned to school. He saw little of his family. Len’s one warmth in the midst of his cold wife and clinical job was his baby girl, Janna. She was the light of his life, and no matter how tired he was (physically from his job or mentally from the more and more frequent arguments) he would play with her if she asked him to.
Then it all came to a threshold.
She was standing in their bedroom when he walked in. Len stood in the doorway for a moment. It was their fifth anniversary and he had flowers in his hand. He was planning to take her to dinner with hopes that a long discussion would set their marriage straight. He noticed she was folding clothes and came to the conclusion she had been cleaning house while Janna was at school. “Jo?”
She turned around, shirt in hand, and he noticed the anger in her eyes and the tears on her cheeks. It was then he registered the suitcase on the bed. She was packing. “Len, I can’t do this anymore.”
He went forward to grab her in a hug, to plead with her to stay. She pushed him away, “You love your job more than me. At least I try to think all your doing is working when you never come home.”
His brain refused to work, so he stayed on his knees staring up in shock. She continued, “I found someone else a long time ago. I’m taking Janna, expect papers on your desk in a week.”
She grabbed up her suitcase, “I never truly loved you, Len, and if you loved me and thought I loved you, you truly are a fool Leonard Warren. Goodbye.”
They fought it out in court. She took everything he had: his daughter, his heart, even his house. He was forced to move to an apartment a block from his old house and old life.
For a while it was okay. He was allowed to stop by and see Janna, even take her out for lunch or let her stay the night sometimes. Then Jocelyn remarried. She married the man she had an affair with for what Len found out was the entirety of their marriage. Then she told him he had to call before he came to see Janna. He threw himself into work after that.
Eventually he got a court notice; Jocelyn wanted full custody of Janna on the terms that Leonard wanted nothing to do with Janna anyways and she and her new husband were moving off planet. Len didn’t bother showing up to fight it. Now he had no remnant of his old life.
He was now as cold on the inside as the world outside him.
Len quit his job at the hospital, gave up all dreams of owning his own practice, and did what any respectable person who had nothing would: he got drunk.
Catching a transport off planet, he wound up on Tatooine. He stayed in one cantina until they kicked him out before heading to another one.
He spent about a month just slap drunk. He walked around with a flask of some concoction and drank even when he bandaged up people on the streets. His cure for the hangovers was more alcohol.
Leonard stayed in this pitiful state for two full months; though the second month he was sober a day or two a week. Eventually he got a reputation on Tatooine and he stopped getting paying customers. No customers meant he didn’t get any money. No money meant he couldn’t buy more booze. So he moved on.
Corellia is his new home at the moment. He got himself a little store front for cheap, moved in, and painted himself a sign to put in the window. “Cheap Walk-In Clinic” So he spends his days bandaging knees and elbows for a credit each. He spends his nights in the bars, but he can only afford water. Free is affordable.
Do you know how cold Corellian winters are?
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