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George Clarke

"Some things are best kept secret."

0 · 286 views · located in Tresslington, Yorkshire Dales

a character in “The Village: 1914 to 1920”, originally authored by Scarlet Loup, as played by RolePlayGateway

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β€œLies and secrets...they are like a cancer in the soul. They eat away what is good and leave only destruction behind.”





Gender: Male

Age: Forty

Nicknames: Occasionally, he'll be called "Doc" or Doctor after his occupation. He prefers his birth name, though. He also received "Georgie" a lot in his youth. It is commonly used to tease him.

Occupation: Doctor






Height: Six feet, two inches (1.8796 meters)

Build: Lean and lightly muscled

Hair Color: Light, ashy blonde that is beginning to gray in some places

Eye Color: Stormy gray

Scars?: George sports a scar along the length of his right forearm from an incident with a plow in his youth. He also has a scar from a bullet in his left bicep and his right quadricep. His fingertips and his wrists have small marks from being pricked with needles when he requires a blood sample and doesn't wish to go collect some from another source.

Brief Written Description: George Clarke is a well-built man who, despite his aging, has retained a generous portion of his youth. He stands at six feet, two inches which is much taller than most men. He weighs only a hundred and seventy-two pounds, most of which comes from lean muscle. This, in turn, gives him a lean and sort of lanky build that doesn't appear too intimidating. Due to the time he puts into his work and his studying, he has been known to refuse eating until hunger breaks his concentration, resulting in a skinny frame. His ash blonde hair is wavy naturally, but it has begun to gray. George's eyes are a stormy gray color, a bit similar to his daughter's but not quite. His largest scar comes from an incident with a plow in his youth where it sliced open his arm. There are two bullet marks in his flesh, too, that come from when he served in the British Army. Finally, he has numerous marks from needles on his fingers and his fingertips have calloused over.

Clothing Preference: Being a well-respected doctor and coming from a middle-classed family, George dresses for special events in a three piece suit (waistcoat, suit jacket, trousers). He owns quite a few suits and multiple ties. Usually, when making a call, he usually leaves his suit jacket at home and only brings an overcoat. If the weather is warm enough, he'll roll up his dress shirt's sleeves and just wear his waistcoat and trousers. George has two pairs of shoes, a glossy black pair for special events and a weathered brown pair for his everyday affairs. George also wears glasses, due to the fact that he is farsighted. He hates the glasses with a passion and will remove them whenever he can, even though he usually needs them for his reading and his work.






Skills:

* Being the town's only doctor, George is a very skilled doctor. He completed his training in Cambridge University and has also contributed to many medical journals, even publishing some books which he keeps in his study. George can deal with most ailments except for, of course, the ones that the medical community has been unable to cure or treat. He'll set bones, give medicine and even deliver children.

* George can use a gun considerably well, but he is by no means a professional. Having been in the army, he was forced to learn how to use rifles and pistols. Occasionally, he'll bring out his old guns and polish them or do some target practice but he never actually goes hunting.

*He may be a well-respected, honest man, but George can lie extremely well if he needs to. He lied for years about his affair, for example.


Quirks:

* George acts like he has OCD at times. His study has to be completely clean and organized with his books on the shelves in the order he left them or he'll grow irate. In fact, he absolutely hates to have anything out of order in his home and is constantly organizing things or moving things.

* George has to constantly keep himself busy, whether that be by working or by reading. He will, occasionally, meditate on things, but he will never stop thinking or brainstorming. During conversations, he'll zone in and out of focus, sometimes completely ignoring a person as he thinks.

Likes:

* Reading: Unlike most villagers, George could sit for hours on end in his study simply reading a book and letting the time fly by. He prefers a good mystery or some adventure and his favorites are the Sherlock Holmes books.

* Working: George's one true passion is his job, which he spends the majority of his time on. Whenever he's away from working, he becomes a bit worried and nervous.

* Sara Clarke, his daughter: Sara, being George's only child, is one of the most important people in his life. He treats her like a princess and hates letting her out of his sight. He usually gives her whatever she wants and loves the fact that she's taken interest in medicine.

* Being outside: If George hadn't become a doctor, he certainly would have decided to become a farmer or a naturalist. He adores being out in nature and taking long walks. Thankfully, his daughter appreciates nature just as much as he does and accompanies him.

* Talking with others: George is a social person and loves to carry on intelligent conversation, though he usually just does so with his daughter since most villagers don't appreciate his great intelligence.

* Order: He enjoys everything being in its place and being where he can easily find it.

* Louise Thompson, an old flame: At one time, George and Louise were having an affair. It lasted years and, even though he loved his wife greatly, he kept things going with Louise. In fact, he may be the father to her youngest child, but he refuses to fess up to it.

* Music: George enjoys listening to music, especially piano or violin pieces. He can play the piano at an intermediate level and has self taught himself.

Dislikes:

* Ignorance: Because of the lack of education in most of England, many people are quite ignorant. George, being a well-spoken and intelligent man, becomes quickly angered when he's dealing with one who's overly ignorant.

* Chaos: George, having minor OCD, can not stand when his things are scattered around or out of place.

* War: After serving in the British Army during the Boxer Rebellion and being shot twice, George absolutely detests war or fighting. He still wakes suddenly in the night from nightmares related to battles.

* Harming others: Even though his job is to help others, sometimes he ends up hurting them. For example, as he ages, George finds it harder and harder to pop joints back into place in children, due to their cries of pain. The fact that he helps more than he hurts is the only reason he hasn't cracked yet or quit his job.

* Politics: Though he's a very intelligent person and he keeps up with science news, George refuses to keep up with political news. He only knows about the pending war because the elder Whittaker son talks constantly about the affairs between England and other world powers.


Fears:

* George's greatest fear, above everything, is when he's unable to save someone from an illness. The feeling he receives is a bit similar to a depression and he'll keep himself locked up around the house during these periods, letting only his wife or his daughter speak with him.

* His second fear is losing a loved one. If his wife or his daughter were to die, George would certainly become unstable and unable to work or, more or less, function. When he lost Louise, he tried his best to stay strong and not let his wife know he was having an affair. Instead, he'd weep in his own time in his study or while taking walks on his own.

Written Description: George is a well-spoken man who graduated from Cambridge University. He's intelligent and is also a very skilled doctor who can do almost anything required by villagers. He's also able to use a gun considerably well but hates harming others, so he doesn't hunt with them. He has minor OCD and likes to constantly stay busy, whether that be by reading, thinking, or taking walks. Though he seems to be very anti-social, George enjoys spending time with those who aren't ignorant and with his wife or daughter. He's a bit of a music lover, too, and plays some basic piano. Having served in the Army, George despises the thought of another war on the horizon. On that note, he also hates harming others through his work and fears for the days when he's unable to save a patient or even a loved one. He can lie, but he's an honest, family man more or less. He's giving and kind and has been known to offer his services to the poor for free at times. The thought of having an illegitimate child, though, worries him and he refuses to fess up to it.






Relationship Status: Widowed

Family: Dawn Clarke (his wife, deceased); Sara Clarke (his daughter); Mary Clarke (current wife). Possibly the youngest Thompson son, who may be his illegitimate son from Louise Thompson (a deceased mistress).

History: George Lawrence Clarke was born in London to a business man and his young wife. Due to the wealth of his family, the Clarkes kept a summer estate out in quaint village of Tresslington. His father, Lawrence Clarke, was a prominent part of the agricultural industry and owned multiple farms out by Tresslington. Young George used to play down by the farms or the creeks and rivers, watching animals or plant-life in interest. He was always a curious child, getting into trouble and exploring his environment. By this time, he had also made friends with Fred Thompson. Around the age of seven, while exploring the barn of one farm, he tripped and cut himself on a poorly stored plow. Had he not been treated by a doctor, the boy would have bled out. From that day on, he knew he would study to become one.

George attended Cambridge to study medicine, using his father's money. When the Boxer Rebellion in China called for young, fit soldiers, he jumped at the opportunity and signed up for the Army. While in China, George suffered two gun wounds, one from misfiring his gun and the other for valiantly taking a bullet for a fellow soldier. In turn, he was awarded a medal and sent home to recover when one of his wounds became infected.

Crushed and feeling as if he had no purpose, George returned to Cambridge and finished his schooling and residency. By the time he had finished, Lawrence Clarke's business had failed and George was cut off from money. With a decent sized bank account, an elegant wardrobe, and a proper schooling, George returned to the village of Tresslington where he once spent his summers as a boy. After buying a home, he settled in as the village's only doctor. It was here that he met his first wife Dawn and, later, married her. When he was twenty-two, he welcomed his only daughter into the world, Sara Clarke. Three years after Sara's birth, George had multiple affairs with Louise Thompson and possibly fathered one of her sons. The three of them lived happily in the home with a steady income until Dawn became extremely ill from tainted food and, despite George's efforts, died. For years, George was inconsolable and lived his days unhappily and wearily. In his depression, though, a new friendship and love began between him and his daughter, whom he raised as he would a son.

Years later, he began to teach his daughter more and more about medicine, hoping she'd be as fascinated as he was. She was, thankfully, and he's been extremely proud of her. When Louise died, even though they hadn't been together for years, George fell into another depression that he tried his best to conceal from his family. As far as he knows, they still don't know he has had affairs or may have fathered another child.




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Secret Word: Village Life

So begins...

George Clarke's Story

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George Clarke was obviously not in the midst of the festivities like his daughter. This came as no surprise to any of the villagers, in fact, for they all knew the doctor took his work more seriously than, well, everything except his daughter. He would probably starve to death or catch a cold before he refused a patient. Even George admitted there was truth in the statement. He wasn't one to deny his services, even when the patient was unable to pay him back.

On May Day, he was at the home of a farmer, his wife, and his young children. They were a sweet couple, Mr. and Mrs. Wood, and everyone knew them. But, come harvest, they always managed to just make it. Most villagers truly believed each coming harvest would be their last. How long could a family like that survive. According to the eldest boy, who had come racing to George's office, the patriarch of the family had stepped in a badger's hole that morning, twisted his left ankle, and was unable to walk. With medical bag in hand, Dr. Clarke followed the boy closely with a brisk pace.

At the home now, he wrapped the foot tightly, which caused Mr. Wood to gasp in pain. George's gaze averted from the foot temporarily to look up at the usually loud, boisterous young man. "Here," he held out his free hand, which caused the injured man to look back in confusion. "Squeeze it when the pain becomes unbearable." Mr. Wood nodded at the explanation and grabbed George's hand, already crushing it into oblivion before the doctor had begun to wrap the foot again. Finally, he wrenched his hand free and fastened the fabric so it would stay in place. Hand throbbing horribly, he stood and brushed his trousers off.

"You did quite a number on it, I tell you," he joked, clapping the man on the shoulder softly as he walked toward his bag. "I don't believe I've seen a sprain that bad since...well, I can't recall seeing a sprain that bad. I'd suggest filling those badger holes- if your plow horse steps in one, I can assure you it won't be pretty."

"Aye, Doc," Mr. Wood explained, shifting his position slightly so he could face George, to which the doctor quickly raced back and shifted the man into the position he was before.

"No moving, sir," he scolded, sitting down on a couch across from him. "Rest it, keep ice to it, compress it, and elevate it, you hear?" He counted off on his fingers, giving the list to him of what to do. "And if you do any work before it heals up, your wife better tell me." The last part he said a bit louder so that Mrs. Wood heard from the kitchen. She gave a quick, "yes, Doctor", in response. Satisfied, George stood and finished packing his bags.

"How much do I owe ya, Dr. Clarke?" the incapacitated man asked, trying to shift again. He stopped when George looked back, though.

"Nothing," George said simply, lifting the bag as he moved toward the door. "You take care of yourself, that's all." He opened the door, but stopped when he heard Mrs. Wood exclaiming and hurrying toward him.

"Doc, ya can't just leave without payment," she said, trying to scrape together money in the palm of her hand. "W-we could get ya the money in a week's time, I swear!" He shook his head and stepped back on to the pathway.

"Good day, Mrs. Wood," he said, avoiding her words. As he walked briskly down the path, she hurried along, offering him a share of their profit that harvest, or a pie, or even just a few vegetables. Again, he called out "good day, Mrs. Wood!" and continued on his way toward the market where, perhaps, he'd be able to run by him daughter. She'd grow angry if he didn't attend today. He was certain of it. Most of the villagers had probably assumed he wouldn't show his face and, instead, would stay at his office all day.

Entering the town square, a few passerby offered a smile to him. George continued to wander sort of aimlessly between stalls in the crowded town until, by some miracle, he managed to find himself by Sara's stand. β€œWould any of you like some cake? It’s Victoria Sponge and I made it myself.” The voice was easily recognized by George. He'd raised his daughter years by himself and had listened to that voice grow and mature, from saying her first word to reciting passages out of books.

"Do you have a piece to spare for an old man?" he teased. George certainly was not old by many of the villagers standards. At forty years old, he was actually quite young. Yet, among Sara's group of friends, he was considerably older. Turning his attention to the two Whittaker siblings, he smiled and gave a quick nod of acknowledgement. "Mr. Whittaker, Miss Whittaker, how are you two today?"

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With his chores finally done Nathaniel washed in the house and put on his favorite outfit that made him look more like a gentleman than a farmer. Henry had done the same as ordered by Audrey who had prepared her brothers clothes as per instructions by their mother. When Will and Margaret returned home their children were ready. The whole family, not in their nicest, but certainly dress casual, left together for the festivities at the town square.

"Any problems with the crop?"

"No sir." Nathaniel answered to his father who walked with barely a limp.

Margaret, arm tangled with William's, listened quietly to William and Nathaniel discuss the day's work. Henry and Audrey both did the same and trailed a little further behind Nathaniel.

"Any orders I need to make for feed?"

"The chickens will last another two weeks, but the cows are done with the hay. Jake isn't eating much, he might be sick."

"No, he's just tired. I pushed him hard yesterday on the back acres."

"What if he doesn't eat tomorrow?"

"He'll eat." William said as any worry for his only horse had set at the back of his mind. Jake had shown similar behavior in the past.

The Gibson family soon joined the crowd and dispersed, save Henry who had to stay with Audrey after he had been caught tryin to steal food with some friends of his. Nathaniel moved through the crowd, looking for friends of his. William and Margaret made their way through the market, sampling and purchasing what caught their interest. All the time maintaining their spending limit for the festival. When they saw Doctor Clarke they waited for him to finish talking at a distance that wouldn't impose on his conversation.

When he was finished they would approach and say, "how are you doctor Clarke? We just arrived moments ago."