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David Graham

"No use crying over spilled milk...or blood?"

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a character in “Plumeria Research Facility”, as played by Scarlet Loup



Full Name: Dr. David Wallace Graham
Personal Names: Dave, Davey
Age: Forty
Date of Birth: June 12th
Gender: Male
Ethnicity: Scottish
Occupation: Head Psychologist
Education Level: Bachelor's degrees in Biological Basis of Behavior & Psychology; Ph.D. in Psychology
Clearance Level: Three

ImageHair Color: Light brown
Eye Color: Dark gray

Physique: Dave, upon the most recent measurements in Plumeria’s database, is about five feet and eleven inches. He weighs in at about one hundred and sixty-five pounds. Dr. Graham is a paraplegic after sustaining an injury to his T8 vertebra following Incident XXX-54. Handicap aside, he is in remarkable physical health.

Distinguishing Features: David’s most noticeable feature is his handicap, but it’s frankly quite a small part of who he is. He wears his hair short and his facial hair just a bit past cleanly shaven. He often wears jeans and a button-up shirt to work. Some may notice that he sports a few scars on his arms and legs from previous encounters with lower level patients.



Notable Skills
Charisma: Dave’s people skills rival those of, most noticeably, his superior, Dr. Mason. He has a very natural charisma, and his position as head psychologist is greatly due to the fact that he is capable of finding a way into even the most stubborn subjects. His humor is known throughout the facility, and he tends to find a way to make light of most scenarios.

Knowledge of the Human Mind: When he was hired eleven years ago, David Graham was already one of the leading experts in psychology. Should anyone have a question related to psychology, he is often the one confided in. The hard cases are placed in his hands, for he understands how to bypass mental and social barriers more often than not.

Intelligent: David sports an intelligence quotient of roughly 120. Though often not seen of as one of the most intelligent members of the staff, he certainly is well above average and capable of thinking outside of the box. His social intelligence is far more noticeable and is what has earned him his reputation.

Notable Disadvantages
Connections to Patients: David finds that he often connects too greatly to his patients. He develops emotional bonds with them almost regularly, and thus he finds it difficult in certain scenarios to take an entirely logical approach.

Physical Disability: Though he has most certainly made the best of it, David’s paralysis has made work more difficult. He is no longer allowed to travel to lower level floors by himself. Without his wheelchair, he's incapable of going far. Still, he makes the best of it, and certainly is far more than his disability.

Lack of Firearm Experience: He's never properly been trained with weapons, and if he were given one, he probably wouldn't know what to do with it.

For many people who work at Plumeria, David’s perpetual good-humor comes as a relief amidst the constant worry that one may die during a regular day's work. In a way, he seems to have an aura of good-humor about him that has a tendency to put a smile on most faces. During nearly every conversation, he has a new pun or story to relay, making him the "office clown" in a way. Of course, this isn't because he takes his work lightly. In fact, he takes what he does very seriously. He simply understands that one must make themselves appealing to succeed in psychology. Rather, he most likely resorts to his excessive use of comedy as a defense mechanism and a coping mechanism. He often spends his mornings mourning the life he should have had with his daughter and ex-wife, but he utilizes his wit to hide that from his coworkers.

He develops extremely powerful emotional ties with those who accept his behavior likely due to the fact that he is often crippled by feelings of loneliness. At the same time, however, he seems to enjoy going out of his way to pester those who seem to dislike him. As such, he's also often seen as sarcastic and snarky - though it's quite difficult at times to tell when he is being this way unless he purposely gives body language cues. It's not that he dislikes authority, in these cases. He simply enjoys seeing how far he can push the human mind before it snaps. In general, the mind fascinates him, and he often ponders simple statements made by various members of the staff, analyzing them as though they are keys to unlocking the secrets of the human mind.

Dr. David Wallace Graham was born in Edinburgh, Scotland to two college professors. Though they loved each other, his parents, Wallace and Becca, had only married after discovering they had accidentally conceived. Knowing the conservative ways of both of their parents, they married. His parents had little want to bring him into the world, so he remained an only child throughout his upbringing. With his father, a Classics professor, and his mother, an art professor, Dave certainly had a childhood that focused on the arts. They, however, did little for him. He was a curious child, but his parents often lacked answers for him, so he found them for himself. It was while scouring various books for his answers that he found an interest in psychology.

In school, Dave excelled, but he was known as a bit of a troublemaker for his clownish ways. Certainly, he would have been expelled from any institution had he not managed to weasel his way out of the repercussions. Following his graduation after Year 13 at the age of 17, David applied to many top-tier universities, but he chose to move to America to study at University of Pennsylvania. While here, he met his future wife, Adele Bengston.

Dave graduated from University of Pennsylvania in three years, making him twenty when he received his BA in BBB and Psychology. After marrying his longtime girlfriend, David returned to UPenn for his doctorate. Right out of the program, he was welcomed on to the staff as a professor and researcher. It was here that Plumeria contacted him and Adele and asked them to join the team. He began work in 2004. With a passion for his work, he moved swiftly up the facility's ranks.

Eventually, he and Adele decided to start a family, and in 2011, their daughter Margot was born. Adele distanced herself from David after that, however. She had never enjoyed her work at Plumeria, and he knew she continuously applied for new jobs outside of a facility she deemed misguided and perverted. They began to drift apart, and he found himself falling into a sort of depression. And then he met her.

Subject 78210 was only sixteen years old when they met. Alfred Mason had requested that few people interfere with her as she grew up, but he decided it was imperative to psychologically evaluate the girl. She was charming almost instantly, and he took to her, deeming her psychologically stable. With that, Alfred ordered he cease meeting with the subject. Perhaps if David had known what she was made for, he would have stopped then. But he kept on, visiting her after hours, making up excuse after excuse for almost a year.

And then one night in 2012, screams of agony could be heard from Subject 78210's room. Security arrived to find David in a puddle of blood, the subject standing over him with his pen gripped tightly in her hand. She was easily subdued, and Dave was rushed to the local hospital. Despite all efforts, when he finally woke up, he was informed that he had lost all function of his lower limbs. Everything seemed to happen in a whirl after that. He fought with Adele more and more. She begged him to leave, to see what they had allowed to happen. But he refused, and he informed her he wouldn't leave the facility. And so she filed for divorce, taking their daughter with her when she left for relatives in California.

It has, since then, been lonely for David. He has been with the company for sixteen years now, survived Incident Omega, and watched Adrian take over the company. He knows something isn't right - it hasn't been right for years. But he can put that aside for now and focus instead on a much-anticipated visit from his daughter.

Actions of note within Facility: Dave is known for his personality throughout the facility. Other than this, however, he is also known for Incident XXX-54 in which he was paralyzed by Subject 78210. He was placed on suspension for a few months even after his recovery before being reinstated to his former position but far below his previous security clearance.

So begins...

David Graham's Story

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Sunday June 7 2020 ... 13:00

Adrian Mason knew exactly what he hated. He hated the way the new research facility was either too hot or too cold for his liking. He hated that he always squinted when he looked at something - a side effect of myopia he hadn't had diagnosed for years as a child. He hated standing in the queue at the airport, seated beside a man who coughed sporadically into his ear. He hated the feigned interest of the woman who interviewed him at Stanford. He hated the blinding lights of the stage, the way the crowd murmured between each and every word he spoke. He hated the way this helicopter swung back and forth, threatening to spill its passengers into the Pacific.

ImageAnd he hated the way the girl across from him kept staring at him, her wide, hazel eyes taking in his every movement. He had never liked observation - not that many people did, but he certainly wasn't a fan. For a while, he busied himself looking at the walls of the helicopter, reading the same safety sign at least twenty times until "please stay seated" seemed to burn itself into his retina. And the whole time, he could feel her staring at him.

"Miss Graham-Bengston." It was not clear whether Adrian meant this as a greeting or a mere statement of fact, for he was still occupied with the wall of the helicopter, unwilling to give her the satisfaction of making eye contact.

"Dr. Mason," she returned just as curtly and objectively, as if she'd been waiting for that moment the entire trip. Which she had. Goodness, how boring it became when the only other person in the middle of the ocean refused such a common courtesy. But, then again, had he ever extended her that gesture?
He failed to gauge if she had been mocking his tone or merely mimicking his mannerisms. That was the trouble with children. Or, rather, one of many troubles. He turned finally to face her, pushing his glasses up the bridge of his nose. She wore the cheeky smile of her father, the sign that had given away her identity. Adrian hadn't seen the girl in quite some time. David had a good habit of planning his daughter's visits when Adrian was off on business. It was for the best really.

Adrian considered attempting - and subsequently failing - to generate small-talk, but the pilot came over the helicopter's speakers then, announcing their imminent descent. He gathered up his bags quickly before fishing around for his ID badge which he promptly fastened to his lapel. With one final push of his glasses, he stood to prepare himself. The more quickly he got away from father and daughter, the better. So caught up was he, he hardly processed the pilot's orders for him to remain seated as per the sign he'd previously eyed up.


This morning had been the same as any morning before it. Well, perhaps the same as any morning before the accident. But he didn't like to think of it that way. Because then he would have begun to recall what it felt like to wake up beside his wife, to feel her in his arms, to kiss her neck until she couldn't hold back her laughter. This morning was just about as close as he had come to that in a while. And by that, he meant that he woke to her requesting a video chat with him.

He took a moment to straighten himself, toy with his hair a bit and wipe the sleep from his eyes as he sat up and grabbed the phone.

"Good morning, sunshine," he greeted, his voice cracking from overnight disuse.

"David," Adele returned, lips pursed as she contemplated her ex-husband as objectively as possible. Her eyes slowly narrowed and she cocked her head almost comically. "Are you...did you just wake up, David?"

"Oh, you devil." His voice came to him now, a boisterous sort of sound with a still-thick Scottish accent, a smirk quickly spreading on his lips. "You would want to know, wouldn't you? Not even a good morning first? I'm not some sorta cheap who-"

"You're repulsive. Wake the hell up. Margot and I are going to the airport now." The phone buzzed in his hand as she terminated the call.
And now he sat in his wheelchair at the designated distance from the helipad within Plumeria's walls. If he could, he would have paced, but now, he wheeled himself a pace forward and a pace backward until a guard shouted at him and he had to resort to twiddling his thumbs.

Soon enough, the helicopter descended. He could see Adrian disembarking first, practically throwing himself out of the door as he moved off toward the facility entrance, likely making his way to his personal laboratory to check on projects.

"Morning, Dr. Mason," Dave called, offering a quick wave. A sharp, "David," was returned without eye contact.

Behind Adrian, Margot followed almost exactly in suit, clutching her carry-on while the pilot brought her suitcase. David couldn't help himself but give a laugh of disbelief at first. He kept in touch with his daughter throughout the year, but those conversations were nothing compared to seeing her in person. He started wheeling himself over to her, slowly at first, but then more quickly. They met at a point, and she ran up alongside his wheelchair as he grabbed her in a sort of headlock, pulling her close to him so that he could place a kiss on the top of her head.

"How are ya, sweetheart?" he asked, letting her pull away while letting his hand fall away just enough that he could push a strand of hair behind her ear.

"Tired." Margot followed Adrian with her eyes before looking back at her father. "He's a terrible travel companion." Dave smirked to himself as he laid her suit case across his lap and started inside the facility.

"Well, he's a terrible anything companion," he admitted, watching as Adrian, across the lobby, pressed the elevator button more times than was honestly necessary, as if hoping to avoid as much human contact as he could before locking himself away once more.

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Character Portrait: Meadow Character Portrait: David Graham Character Portrait: Desmond "Des" Shepard
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#, as written by Demai
A collab between Demai and Inuiri

As the two continued down the hall, Meadow sang quietly to her beloved, giant, bodyguard. Des didn’t wanna sing. That was ok. She would do it for him. She kissed his locks, though there was more behind the affectionate gesture. TV said when someone makes your heart feel all funny that’s what love was. And that’s what Desmond felt like… So she loved him then. But she didn’t get the difference between the way they said I love you, things that were and weren’t ok. They always said I love you. But Dezzy couldn’t always have loved her. It made her head hurt thinking about it. So she pushed it aside and leaned over, kissing his nose and hugging his neck tight.
Des’ mind was on the same general topic, though a slightly different branch of it. Hearing her sing made every atom in his body, flesh and metal, want to stand up and twirl around. He felt so, so happy... Meadow was the light of his life, to be entirely honest, and he wished he could give her the world, despite knowing that that wasn’t a possibility right then. Someday. He hummed softly along with her, smiling at the song that he recognized. He chuckled softly, and gently squeezed her calves, nuzzling at her knee gently.

She squeaked a little at the feeling and giggled, “Hey~” She scolded gently, kissing his metal palm and hugging it to her chest, crawling to his chest and curling up there. “Don’t squishy me!”

Des tipped his head up at that, offering her an entirely innocent look as he surrendered his hand to her. He couldn’t help but smile, helping to keep her steady as she migrated down to his chest. He cradled her there, letting her listen to his metallic heart. “Why would I do that?” He teased gently.

She giggled, kissing his nose as she leaned up. “You’re a meanie.” She cooed lovingly, nuzzling his chest and squeezing him tight. “Meanie Des.” She hummed.

There had to be some reasonable combination of the words Meanie and Des, but he couldn’t easily think of one. He laughed softly, and pressed a kiss to her hair in response. “Am not.”

“Yeah.” She chirped softly, grabbing his hand with both of hers, nuzzling his wrist and smiling. “I love you.” The little birdie hummed, peering up at him with her bright golden eyes, full of nothing but love.

Des felt his whole chest light up at her words, as if her voice had turned on a light switch inside of him. He attempted to quiet the butterflies that appeared along with it, and it was a practiced act by then. If only your heart was supposed to do funny things when you were in love, he was in trouble, because loving Meadow was a full body experience. “I love you too,” he whispered affectionately, condensing the light in his chest and the butterflies in his stomach and the warmth everywhere else into three words that he meant, and hoped that she might eventually.

Her eyes lit up at that, giggling gleefully and hugging him tight, kissing his cheek as she latched onto his neck. “Yay!!” She cheered, kicking her feathered feet happily as she ran her talons over his scalp.

The cyborg couldn’t help but laugh, finding her joy contagious and needing an outlet for all the warmth that had welled up inside of him. He hugged her gently, cradling her to him and rocking her gently in his arms. Then, as if another switch had been pulled in him, all the tension went straight out of his shoulders when she touched his hair, his eyes closing briefly. If a man could purr, he certainly was as he nuzzled into her hands.

The tiny experiment giggled at his reaction, keeping it up and continuing her singing as she swung her legs. “Don’t fall asleep.” She cooed playfully.

“Meadooow, you’re gonna make me melt.” Des protested softly, smiling a little. He gave her a petulant look, peering up at her through his lashes before she hit a particularly sensitive spot and there he went again.

She bit her lip to suppress a grin and pulled her hands away with a little laugh. “Ok, no more.” Meadow vowed playfully, tucking her hands behind her back and smiling smugly.

It took him a moment to get his center of gravity back in the right place, and he successfully found one of her hands afterwards. Out of habit, he gently ran his thumb over the feathers on her wrist, and ached to kiss them. But he gazed at her instead, with a soft look in his eyes and a little smile. “Once we sit down?” He suggested softly.

Meadow nodded firmly in reply and hugged his neck again. “Uh huh.” She hummed softly, nuzzling her nose against his jaw, too naive to understand the intimacy of it as she let her eyes flutter shut.

Des’ cheeks flushed softly at her actions, and he ducked his head down a little, unable to keep from leaning into her touch. Guilt soon stabbed at his chest, though, because he knew she didn’t know. And he himself only had some vague idea... What a pair they were, really. He dropped a kiss onto her temple in response as they came up to the elevator doors.

The girl giggled in reply and squished her burning cheeks with glee, feathers puffing out a bit as she poked his nose with her talon, opening her mouth the speak only for them to almost slam into David and Margot as they stepped from the elevator.

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"Do you suppose we could visit Meadow first?"

David looked up from the clipboard on his lap, which he'd balanced on the suitcase that rested on his thighs. He'd checked Margot into the facility multiple times, and each time, he had another stack of paperwork to file. He knew it was only a matter of time before he could no longer get his daughter below the lobby, but until that day, he'd continue filing as many medical forms as he had to.
"Yeah...uh...are you on any new medicines?" he asked, looking up briefly from his form and looking around for Margot. The young girl had taken to walking in a slow circle around his wheelchair, swinging her arms back and forth impatiently.

"Dunno," she mumbled, coming to a stop now as she looked at David in exasperation. This happened every time. Why couldn't he do this before she got here? He was wasting the time she got to spend exploring. "You could ask Mom." David made a face, tapping the pen against his packet of papers.

"Let's not bring your mother into this, got it?" He filled in "unknown" for now, telling himself he'd go back and fix that when he knew. With that, he slammed his pen down on the paper and smiled down at Margot. ”Come on then, you. We’ve got to turn this in.”

David wheeled himself over to the front desk and dropped the papers off before any questions could be asked. Margot trailed behind, slinging her backpack onto her shoulders as her father continued making his way towards the elevator. Truly, she loved these visits here - even if she could never speak of it when she went back home. Long ago, her father had fabricated stories she'd be able to tell when her mother asked. And, boy, did she ask.

But Margot wouldn't tell, she couldn't tell. Then she wouldn't be able to come back, and God knew when she'd next see her father. She'd asked her mother once why Dad didn't visit them, and Adele had just laughed to herself before cutting off. She wouldn't sink so low as to insult David in front of her daughter. And yet sometimes she couldn't help herself.
"Well, we'll drop your bags off and then-" David began to speak as they entered the elevator, after he'd scanned his ID.

"You said I could see Meadow," Margot shot back, crossing her arms over her chest now.

"I did?" Oh God, what else did I agree to? "Uh, yeah, I did. Let's go drop off-" But Margot had already pressed the button to Meadow's floor, determined to reclaim as much of her visit as he'd stolen while completing the paperwork. David sighed and rubbed at his temple. "You can't do this, Margot. Things are different here now - I'm in charge of you, damn it." His Scottish accent grew more intense as his voice raised in pitch slightly, sounding more like a complaint than scolding.

When the doors opened, she started to step out, but he wheeled in front of her, sliding out an arm to push her slightly back behind him. But she stopped moving without his guidance and, instead, David rolled himself into Des.

"Ah, good morning, you two," he greeted, grinning up at the pair as Margot watched from behind the wheelchair. He moved back slightly and turned in his seat to look at Margot. "Margot, this is Desmond." Now, he looked back up at the metallic man. "And this is Margot, my daughter."

"Uh...hi," the young girl said quickly, slowly stepping out front behind the wheelchair. "Nice you." She held out a hand for a moment and then pulled it back, not entirely sure she wanted to shake his metallic hand.

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As soon as the elevator doors opened, Des had taken a step forward--only to quickly take three back, not wanting to accidentally crush the staffmember and the child he assumed was his daughter. An apology immediately slipped out, and he shifted Meadow a little. She was better with people than he was, and on instinct, he did his best to make himself a little smaller. That want was exacerbated by how the little girl looked at him.
Meadow, on the other hand, had the exact opposite reaction, lurching forward at the sight of them. “Margot!” She squealed gleefully, slipping from Des’ arms and holding his hand, leading him forward with a smile, bumping his arm with her forehead to get him to shake her hand.
Des was terribly torn, between the fact that Margot was literally sidling behind the wheelchair to avoid him and Meadow’s exuberance. The girl did not want to shake his hand, and Meadow was now nudging him. He looked at the latter with a helpless expression, and then hesitated before offering his normal hand as Margot reached forward, a little hope rising up in his chest. She took her hand back quickly, and that hope fizzled out promptly. He drew his back before he could touch her, whispering an apology. “Nice to meet you too.” He said softly, smiling a little at her. And for once, his voice didn’t scrape or anything
Meadow frowned a tiny bit at the awkwardness, hugging his metal arm tight to show him how much she loved it if Margot didn’t. She reached forward a little so she didn’t have to release Des, hugging Margot with one arm and grinning. “I missed you!” The ginger chirped happily. “Dezzy is the best in the world and he’s the sweetest.” She declared.
Des’ chest warmed at Meadow’s actions, and he was terribly grateful for her. He leaned down, resting his head on hers for a moment before straightening a little once more, blushing at Meadow’s response. She thought he was the sweetest? He curled his metal fingers a little, squeezing her hand gently. His actions earned a little giggle from the hybrid, leaning up to bump her forehead to his, nuzzling their noses together and tucking herself into his side as she looked back to David and Margot expectantly.