Age: 30
Height: 6' 3"
Weight: 175 lbs
Description (200 words): Warren is Clarisse's personal doctor. He sees her on her visits four times a week and enjoys it. Warren is a very caring man and genuinely likes hearing what his friend and patient, Clarisse has to say. Truth be told, he seems to enjoy their time together as much as she does. After all, the wound of his recent loss is still wide open and he feels that Clarisse could be at least one way to keep it from hurting, if only for the short time they spend together. While not exactly talkative, he's willing to tell anything to Clarisse should she ask. Her dancing and her out-going, caring attitude always seem to make Warren smile. As a doctor, he tries to maintain a strictly professional relationship with Clarisse, but at times it's extremely hard. He wears a Navy blue suit with a white, pin-striped shirt and any one of his assorted ties, but outsiude the office, he would almost be considered a college student again, wearing usually a hooded jacket, almost skin-tight white Tee-shirt and jeans. On his wrist, one can always find an old watch that belonged to his father and on the opposite wrist, there's always a blue rubber band. He wears his and his late wife's rings on his left hand and often fidgets with them when thinking deeply.
Personality (300 words): Warren is a quiet, normally stern and withdrawn man. He's been much more so since he and his wife were hit by a drunk driver on their way home from dinner one night, a collision which she did not survive. Over all, he's an observant fellow, but will sometimes miss things. He's always a great listener but very seldom talks about anything that isn't work. His recent loss of his wife, Katrina, after only their second anniversary has left him emotionally battered and exhausted. He is rarely well-rested but manages to hide it well. He's been known to take some pills but normally only to keep his shoulder from aching from the accident, an effect that the doctors say will last for possibly a lifetime. When he's not focused on paperwork at his desk, he's either home and melancholy or in his and Clarisse's "examination" room (a lounge with very few things save a large, plush couch, tall armchair, and a bookcase behind the couch) with her, smiling at her anecdotes or supporting her as she remembers her hard times. Warren is always willing to support her, but usually it just ends with him staying silent and listening to her. He rarely knows exactly what to say and stutters but somehow always manages to get what he wanted to say across. The only two people he's been able to talk to without this happening are Clarisse and Katrina which seems to stand out to him. He's always thought that he and Clarisse were simply friends, but recently he's been seeing her in a different light. Maybe it's the fact that he's lost someone important in his life and looks for some normalcy in this change but he's also noticed that Clarisse seems to be enjoying herself more and more as well. At least as far as he can see that is.
Picture (Real person):
Job: Psychiatrist at the hospital
Likes: His work, airplanes, quiet places
Dislikes: Cars, loud or crowded places
History (100 words): Warren used to be a very outgoing and excitable man. It all changed when he met his wife, Katrina. She seemed to calm him down, make him realize what he was doing before he did it and get him set on the right track. Without her though, Warren slowly became a less active man. He slowly stopped seeing many of his friends and eventually only left the house to go to work or buy groceries. Recently however, Warren’s been a bit more upbeat and slowly started recovering from his loss a bit. While he doesn’t anticipate it to be fully healed any time soon, he feels that at least he’s not totally lost anymore.
“You’ve got a million ways to live Warren. In self-pity is no way for you.” He muttered to himself, stepping away from his Mercedes. The door swung shut behind him and double checked that he had everything. “Looks like it.” He said, sighing. He stuck they key in the lock and turned it, as always, making sure that he locked the abomination of steel before him. He hated the damn thing, almost as much as the totaled jeep, laying in some scrap heap somewhere that seemed to lack a passenger side. Then, for a moment, he realized he couldn’t see. He searched his pockets and swore under his breath. “Damn it. I can’t even get into the office without a problem.” Unlocking the door, he reached inside, opened the console and took out his glasses, swapping them for the sunglasses he was wearing. “I need some more contacts.” Slamming the door behind him and locking it again, he picked up his briefcase from the trunk and walked crisply to the parking garage elevators. He tapped the button a few times before one of the maintenance men passed by and told him the elevator was out. Some rats had gnawed a bit of the cord and it was unsafe. Once the man had left, Warren’s head dropped onto the door, followed by his fist. He ran to the stairs and a few minutes later, was in his “examination lounge” with Clarisse. A fake smile was plastered on his face but he really did lighten up a bit upon seeing her. “Good morning Miss Clarisse. Sorry for the delay, just a morning where things want to have a sense of humor. How are you today?” He asked sitting opposite her in the large arm chair and setting the briefcase next to him.