Post by Timothy Holt on Feb 5, 2007 15:03:26 GMT -5
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Gabrielle Blagden
Name: Jessica
Other characters on the board: Um… I’m giving up Li Mei because I don't have the time for other characters, and I'd rather play Tim ;D
Are you over 13?: Absolutely
Name: Timothy Holt
Age:45
Gender: Male
Birthday/Sign: April 11, 1952 / Aries
Blood Type/Purity: AB+ / Half-blood
Family Members: Eddy Holt, patriarch
Natalie Holt, Matriarch
Appearance:
Personality:
When one thinks of Timothy Holt they do not think warm, fuzzy thoughts. He isn’t one of those guys that just sends tingly thoughts through one’s mind. In fact, he is rather terrifying and often abrasive to people who he doesn’t like or just doesn’t want to deal with. Often, he’ll put on an attitude just so that people will leave him alone. Although he likes to deal with interesting things, some mundane tasks (broken fingers, bruises, scratches, etc) bore him and that means he has to find some way to make it amusing to him.
Usually, this results in the systematic torturing of students and staff members. Although he usually doesn’t upset the Dean, it isn’t to say that he is the most loved member of the staff. He’s just good at what he does and that’s what he believes causes them to keep him around. If not, he believes he would have been booted a long time ago.
For the most part though, he’s a loner. Sure, everyone craves human contact once and a while, but that’s just what it is for him – once and a while. He won’t go out of his way to know people or get to know them and if it was up to him, he’d probably avoid them more often than not. It really brings into question why he ever became a healer in the first place, but his insatiable need for cures and an interest in the human body (not like that, perv) and the effects of magic (spells, potions, creatures, etc) all create a perfect mixture for a doctor who is objective (aka doesn’t give a damn about who you are as long as you’re sick) and efficient.
He usually believes he is right and is strong-willed about just about anything he gets his mind set on. Unfortunately for everyone else, his ideas are often dangerous or just plain weird. Although, on one or more occasion his strange and almost ridiculous theories have proved correct. He tends to have a bad temper and says whatever he thinks as well. And Timothy Holt doesn’t really care what other people think of him either. He tells it like it is and expects the same in return, although he seldom gets that treatment – something about him scaring people? Whatever the case, Holt doesn’t really care – it makes people leave him alone… unless they have paper cuts.
History:
A typical American family, well, almost typical. Natalie and Eddie Holt were from two completely different places. Natalie was an uptown kind of girl. She lived in Manhattan with her wealthy parents and had the pampered life of a little princess. Her father, Bradley Aster, was a wizard, although her mother, Katrina, was no witch. And although it was kept from Natalie as long as possible, she finally found out.
Her little temper had caused her to break vases without touching them, shake shelves without being anywhere near, and make the radio turn on and off without even touching the dials. Sending her to an expensive, exclusive, private coven, her father was very proud to send her off – her mother less so. But, it was a talent she had to use and harness or else Katrina was worried she would end up with a destroyed home. When tested, Natalie was sorted into Agrippa.
On the other side of the tracks was Brooklyn born and raised, Edward “Eddie” Holt. He was coarse, rough, and a true fighter. He wasn’t that good at school and being the oldest of six brothers and sisters made money really tight and his job hard. Strangely enough though, Eddie found he had a talent for magic tricks, or what he thought were magic tricks. He worked his strange little talent to make street money to help his family. They were kind of off put by the talent though, they didn’t understand it.
But, eventually, they were informed of what his talent really was, and Eddie saw a way to help his family in this magic thing. So, off he went to a fairly cheap coven school, just enough to learn what he needed to pass and get into SWIM. Although naturally bright, he did need the extra help to score well on the entrance exam. He worked harder than anyone else that year and got sorted into Merlin.
They met for the first time on the train and a strange romance began from the age of fourteen. They never really spoke to one another outside of class, but it seemed that they were never far from one another. Finally, when they were sixteen, Eddie had the gumption to ask Natalie out. Although she refused at first (knowing his birth and social standing), she finally cracked after they graduated and Eddie found a good job and good prospects for himself. He would send money to his family and seeing this loyalty, Natalie was rather charmed by him. At the age of twenty-two, after a long and comfortable courtship, they were married.
Natalie’s parents weren’t happy, but Eddie’s were more than ecstatic. They wanted him happy and married, and he was more than happy with Natalie. They were very different and didn’t have a lot of money, but they were content to be that way, poor but in love. And three years into their marriage, with a small nest egg built up, Natalie became pregnant and their little family became complete.
Seven and a half months into the pregnancy, Natalie went into premature labor. It was difficult and scary, but both mother and son survived. After Timothy’s birth, Natalie had to get an emergency hysterectomy due to a hemorrhage and they knew little Tim would be their only son. As a joke, he was nicknamed Tiny Tim and they still go by that name to this day, one of the reasons Timothy avoids his parents at all costs. But, he didn’t remain tiny for a long time.
From a young age he was obsessed with people. He wanted to know why they did things, how they did things, all of the wondrous things that happened in the course of a life were not beyond his hands. He was also interested in sports and school. But, he wasn’t suited for a normal school. He learned too quickly, got bored too fast, and more often than not, got destructive when he was bored. He skipped a grade from first to second grade and continued learning until his parents let him know about his unique talent.
At first they hadn’t really been sure he had inherited magic. He never seemed to exhibit signs of it except when working with toy chemistry sets. He seemed to have an unnatural ability with chemicals and would often cause explosions without using the more potent chemicals. However, when they found out that he was magic after an unseemly incident with the family cat and a potted shrubbery. This meant it was time for Tiny Tim to be sent to his first coven school.
His grandparents on his mother’s side provided money to send him to an excellent school (much to Eddie’s distaste, but he didn’t object. Any money was good money). So, Tim went to a great coven school and learned a lot, quickly excelling in alchemy and practical magic. It was shocking how much progress he made and that’s when they began to figure out that when Tim wasn’t occupied, he was being destructive. Of course, this was the time before learning disorders (like ADD or ADHD) were diagnosed, so they just thought he was a really bad, really smart kid.
Testing got him sorted into Agrippa and Tim was fully ready to enter school. He was a genius in some areas, never needed to study or do any extra work except what would make him pass. In fact, Timothy was so good, in some classes, his homework didn’t even matter that much. And during school he didn’t learn just academic things. He learned about people. He learned how people acted with one another, how they responded to different things, and most of all – he learned people lied.
People lied all the time. They lied to their teachers, to their friends, and to themselves. Of course, he realized that he lied too, but it made it hard to put any trust in anyone. The only people he even showed slight respect for were his teachers, and they were only partially obligated to give the truth, or at least their version of it. So Timothy, knowing this, pursued a career in healing, knowing fully well that he was never going to get straight answers, but that’s what made the career.
There was an element of unconsciousness to what was going on and what a person did prior to coming to the hospital and that made Timothy exhilarated. Moving forwards in school, Timothy moved away from other people and concentrated on himself mostly. Other people were mere players in his game, not really consequential in too many ways. Women were not something he ever really paid attention to, true he had a few girlfriends but none were ever serious and more often than not, he was just using them for certain things all young men wanted.
He never admitted to being a good person, merely a smart person. This of course, only helped him become an even better doctor. Good people seldom do things to actually forward a cause. Smart people are willing to go to certain lengths, lengths that Holt was willing to take. During his training as a healer after graduating, Timothy found that fewer and fewer people could stand to be around or work with him.
But, even if they couldn’t stand him, they couldn’t deny he was a top notch healer. He had the best marks, best methods, and was almost 100% on diagnostics most of the time. He was an ass, a destructive one at that, but he was the best healer that had ever passed through training at St. Dymphna Hospital. He continued to work there after passing his certification tests at twenty.
Out celebrating with the few friends he did have (other trainees who could stand to be around him), Holt encountered a rather foul man at the bar. He was quite agitated and drunk beyond compare. Holt, having thrust a few down himself, was more than willing to throw down the gauntlet and outside the two young men went. Mixing alcohol with dueling was never a good idea in the first place, but in this case, with no one really sober to moderate either, things got dirty.
Curses were fired and things that shouldn’t have happened actually did. Unfortunately for Holt, when he arrived at St. Dymphna for treatment, some of the magic was irreversible. His leg was damaged permanently and he was prescribed with a cane. No amount of magic, practical or dark (Holt had taken it upon himself to look) could fix the damage and at twenty, Timothy was confined to cane use without hope of ever getting rid of it. It caused him to become quite cynical (even more so than before) and even more pessimistic about the world, contributing to his fantastic bedside manner.
During his time at St. Dymphna Hospital, Timothy Holt was notorious for making bad decisions and ultimately putting some things at risk. He was never fired though, for being such an excellent diagnostician and healer. Although lacking in some bedside manner, he was excused and more often than not people chose results over kindness in that kind of environment.
Cases ranged from anything like a bruise to a terminal disease, like dragon pox. All of it was under his plate and he took extra care to answer every problem right, even if the means to get there weren’t that good. But, the hospital life started to grow on Holt. Not only that, but when one was that well known in an environment it seemed every person who came in with something jinxed or bitten, they wanted him. He needed an escape.
He also needed somewhere his parents couldn’t bother him. Yes, they were good parents, the kind of parents everyone wished for, but they were annoying. Holt felt stifled, strangled by them and needed a way out. They wanted to see him all the time, visit, have dinner, and talk about old times. It wasn’t the type of thing he wanted to be part of and thusly, Holt furthered his search for a new job. Parents and boredom didn’t make for a good worker. He seriously considered going to Europe for a while, although it seemed extreme, even for him.
That’s when he found out there was a position at SWIM, his alma mater. It seemed appropriate; there would at least be duels and interesting things happening. Kids with access to magic and potions and everything were bound to make some mistakes and some interesting things for Holt to deal with. It just furthered his interest in people, and scaring them to. By being gruff and rough, he found a lot of the kids who actually did come down were really sick.
He supposed it was a good way to weed out the fakers, although, he got a good number of those as well. Apparently everyone’s first visit to the healer was allegedly one of great disappointment. He was expected to give them lollipops and Band-Aids or something, he didn’t know – but that wasn’t his style. Cold, hard realization was his style and he didn’t baby any of the students, that’s what they had parents for.
In SWIM, Holt is also notorious for driving staff crazy and often being the cause of pranks against his fellow co-workers. He never claimed to be mature, just a genius. And if there is nothing interesting for him to do, he had to find something interesting – and that means finding people to mess with. He likes to scare students and prank/piss-off co-workers.
The attack at SWIM didn’t have a huge affect on Timothy. He’s the same guy he was before; he just has to be a little nicer to the administration. In truth, he didn’t really take it all that seriously, a bunch of punk teenagers thinking they could intimidate a highly skilled (the only time he would ever admit this of his co-workers) witches and wizards, were no real threat at all. Yes, there was damage done and a lot of students never returned, but it didn’t stop Holt.
As for him, it was probably a good excuse to update the building and set up a little more discipline for the brats. He really didn’t want to have to deal with another pregnant teenage girl and her neurotic boyfriend who wanted to know some way to fix things. Fortunately, Timothy has no problem reporting those students who choose to ruin their own lives without a full education. After that education is finished, he really doesn’t care if they want to have children, they aren’t his problems anymore.
Likes: Pranks (students, teachers, and otherwise), puzzles, mysteries, reading, intellectual/cerebral stimulation, music, cases, alchemy, Herbology, and practical magic.
Dislikes: His parents, boring work, paper work, fakers, love, liars, and dogs.
Special Abilities: He has the uncanny ability to diagnose and heal people very quickly. Also, he has outstanding people skills (*wink*), one should be lucky to work with a man like Timothy Holt.
Wand: 12 inches, Kelpie hair core, and Apple wood.
Broom: None. Handicaps prohibit that.
Pet: A tortoise shell cat named “Pfeifer” for Michelle Pfeifer and a rat named “Steve McQueen.”
Class Taught: None
Special Titles: Head Healer
Years Teaching: 3 years of extra training, 13 years at St. Dymphna Hospital and 12 painful years of service at SWIM.
Reason for Teaching: Well, not so much teaching, but it’s a place he could practice what he’s good at and be far enough from his parents and the hospital that he doesn’t have to seem them except in the summer, and even then he could avoid them like the plague. Plus, it’s a good place to wreak havoc.
Word Verification: Spork
Writing Sample:
Smacking his lips, Timothy Holt sat with his feet up on his desk and his arms behind his head. He loved the hospital wing – especially when there was no one in it. It was quiet, and true, Holt was not one to usually like quiet, but after the week he had had, it was a relatively nice break.
During the previous week, things had happened so quickly, he swore, there were kids in the school just out to make him miserable. It wasn’t a deniable fact; he found them more endearing for it. After all, he tried to make them miserable as well. Not that it wasn’t well deserved; most of them were fakers trying to get out of class anyway.
Sometimes he just felt like whacking them over the head with his cane, that’s how aggravating they could be. “I have a bloody nose,” or “my head hurts!” as though those were things he actually cared about handling. Seeing as though it was his job though, he had pre-made potions stored for such simple afflictions and usually kicked them out right back to class. They never expected it. Apparently, most of them (freshmen, always for some reason), thought it would take him some time.
Tough luck for them he was a seasoned expert and in fact had pulled many of the same stunts they were now. That was where they were at the disadvantage. He had done the same things and was just about as immature as they were half the time. It wasn’t a bad thing, for an adult to retain some childish habits, but it seemed to verge on the ridiculous at times. So, Holt was not only one step ahead of them but knew most of the stops they were trying to pull. They learned that one fast.
Seldom did he get anything that wasn’t serious in a student older than a freshman. But, as he heard footsteps, Holt’s senses went up. Removing his feet from the desk, he flicked his wand towards the radio, lowering the classical music, he needed to listen. They were hurried footsteps of a student of a smaller stature. Judging from the clicking, a female student on a weekend venture and the sniffles he heard could only indicate there had been some crying.
Groaning softly, he grabbed his cane and pushed himself up from the desk. So much for a relaxing afternoon! “What is it?” he snapped, looking over the whimpered little fourteen year old that had run in. Obviously, by the way she cradled her hand and the blood all over her palm, she had grabbed something sharp, or been stabbed with something. She looked stricken though, her knees shaking and her eyes wide with terror.
Her white lips trembled and a speck of pink tongue poked out as she tried to wet her lips, shaking too heavily to even come up with anything to say. She stammered incoherently for a few minutes before Timothy rapped his fingers on the top of the silver headed cane once again. “Well, is this a symptom or are you comfortable with awkward stammering?” He snorted and took the girl by the shoulder with his free hand and led her to a cot, her knees shaking and quaking all the way, her skin with little goose pimples all over it. She was obviously terrified.
“I – I was in Herbology and this plant… it just – it just BIT me!” she squeaked in a voice even smaller than her outstretched hand. Holt was tempted to freak her out and dip it in a pool of cloudy blue-green water, an excellent wound cleaner that hissed like a drenched cat when a limb was submerged, but her pallor already suggested she was about ready to faint. It was very tempting at this point, eerily so. He shook his head, better not tempt fate.
“Just sit still,” he spoke sternly, the girl trembled even more, she timidly asked why he would say something like that, and Holt’s eyes turned into slits, “your hand will fall off,” he lied. The girl squeaked and she sat perfectly still, staring at her hand with wide eyes. Holt hobbled over to the cabinets, his cane clicking on the tile floor. He couldn’t even hear the girl breathing, thank Steve McQueen, she’d be quiet.
Reaching into the cabinet, he took out a small vial and he took his wand out of his pant pocket. He slowly made his way over to the infirmary bed and poured the little bottle over her hand. The white, disinfectant smelling goo poured out onto her hand and dissolved into her skin, the girl looked shocked. “Never seen magic before?” Holt snorted and tapped his wand to her hand, wordlessly closing up the wound and getting rid of the blood at the same time. “Go back to class and don’t bother me again.”
Gabrielle Blagden
Name: Jessica
Other characters on the board: Um… I’m giving up Li Mei because I don't have the time for other characters, and I'd rather play Tim ;D
Are you over 13?: Absolutely
Name: Timothy Holt
Age:45
Gender: Male
Birthday/Sign: April 11, 1952 / Aries
Blood Type/Purity: AB+ / Half-blood
Family Members: Eddy Holt, patriarch
Natalie Holt, Matriarch
Appearance:
- Hair Color and Style: Tim doesn’t really pay attention to his hair, but since it’s the subject of the moment, it’s brown and cropped short. There are traces of gray starting to form, but he doesn’t do anything to stop it. He often has a stubbly beard, which can be considered a hair style… sort of.
- Eye Color: His eyes are somewhat sunken in, but are as blue as ocean water. Perhaps his most intense and attractive features are his eyes. They are extremely intelligent, but also stubborn and strong willed when faced with a problem.
- Height and Build: His body is long and lean, perhaps strangely so. At about six feet tall, Timothy is not a small man in height, but he is a thin with only a small amount of muscle mass, like an ex-runner. He has multiple scratches and scars all over his arms from nasty little patients and spells gone backwards. Not only that, but he carries a cane for a wound he received in a duel when he was younger.
- Regular clothing style: He is frequently seen wearing rumpled or wrinkly clothes with many layers. His favorite shoes are a pair of worn out sneakers and he wears them everywhere, unless of course, he is physically forced into something else.
- Other characteristics: He uses a cane to help himself move around because of an accident that occurred when he was young.
Personality:
When one thinks of Timothy Holt they do not think warm, fuzzy thoughts. He isn’t one of those guys that just sends tingly thoughts through one’s mind. In fact, he is rather terrifying and often abrasive to people who he doesn’t like or just doesn’t want to deal with. Often, he’ll put on an attitude just so that people will leave him alone. Although he likes to deal with interesting things, some mundane tasks (broken fingers, bruises, scratches, etc) bore him and that means he has to find some way to make it amusing to him.
Usually, this results in the systematic torturing of students and staff members. Although he usually doesn’t upset the Dean, it isn’t to say that he is the most loved member of the staff. He’s just good at what he does and that’s what he believes causes them to keep him around. If not, he believes he would have been booted a long time ago.
For the most part though, he’s a loner. Sure, everyone craves human contact once and a while, but that’s just what it is for him – once and a while. He won’t go out of his way to know people or get to know them and if it was up to him, he’d probably avoid them more often than not. It really brings into question why he ever became a healer in the first place, but his insatiable need for cures and an interest in the human body (not like that, perv) and the effects of magic (spells, potions, creatures, etc) all create a perfect mixture for a doctor who is objective (aka doesn’t give a damn about who you are as long as you’re sick) and efficient.
He usually believes he is right and is strong-willed about just about anything he gets his mind set on. Unfortunately for everyone else, his ideas are often dangerous or just plain weird. Although, on one or more occasion his strange and almost ridiculous theories have proved correct. He tends to have a bad temper and says whatever he thinks as well. And Timothy Holt doesn’t really care what other people think of him either. He tells it like it is and expects the same in return, although he seldom gets that treatment – something about him scaring people? Whatever the case, Holt doesn’t really care – it makes people leave him alone… unless they have paper cuts.
History:
A typical American family, well, almost typical. Natalie and Eddie Holt were from two completely different places. Natalie was an uptown kind of girl. She lived in Manhattan with her wealthy parents and had the pampered life of a little princess. Her father, Bradley Aster, was a wizard, although her mother, Katrina, was no witch. And although it was kept from Natalie as long as possible, she finally found out.
Her little temper had caused her to break vases without touching them, shake shelves without being anywhere near, and make the radio turn on and off without even touching the dials. Sending her to an expensive, exclusive, private coven, her father was very proud to send her off – her mother less so. But, it was a talent she had to use and harness or else Katrina was worried she would end up with a destroyed home. When tested, Natalie was sorted into Agrippa.
On the other side of the tracks was Brooklyn born and raised, Edward “Eddie” Holt. He was coarse, rough, and a true fighter. He wasn’t that good at school and being the oldest of six brothers and sisters made money really tight and his job hard. Strangely enough though, Eddie found he had a talent for magic tricks, or what he thought were magic tricks. He worked his strange little talent to make street money to help his family. They were kind of off put by the talent though, they didn’t understand it.
But, eventually, they were informed of what his talent really was, and Eddie saw a way to help his family in this magic thing. So, off he went to a fairly cheap coven school, just enough to learn what he needed to pass and get into SWIM. Although naturally bright, he did need the extra help to score well on the entrance exam. He worked harder than anyone else that year and got sorted into Merlin.
They met for the first time on the train and a strange romance began from the age of fourteen. They never really spoke to one another outside of class, but it seemed that they were never far from one another. Finally, when they were sixteen, Eddie had the gumption to ask Natalie out. Although she refused at first (knowing his birth and social standing), she finally cracked after they graduated and Eddie found a good job and good prospects for himself. He would send money to his family and seeing this loyalty, Natalie was rather charmed by him. At the age of twenty-two, after a long and comfortable courtship, they were married.
Natalie’s parents weren’t happy, but Eddie’s were more than ecstatic. They wanted him happy and married, and he was more than happy with Natalie. They were very different and didn’t have a lot of money, but they were content to be that way, poor but in love. And three years into their marriage, with a small nest egg built up, Natalie became pregnant and their little family became complete.
Seven and a half months into the pregnancy, Natalie went into premature labor. It was difficult and scary, but both mother and son survived. After Timothy’s birth, Natalie had to get an emergency hysterectomy due to a hemorrhage and they knew little Tim would be their only son. As a joke, he was nicknamed Tiny Tim and they still go by that name to this day, one of the reasons Timothy avoids his parents at all costs. But, he didn’t remain tiny for a long time.
From a young age he was obsessed with people. He wanted to know why they did things, how they did things, all of the wondrous things that happened in the course of a life were not beyond his hands. He was also interested in sports and school. But, he wasn’t suited for a normal school. He learned too quickly, got bored too fast, and more often than not, got destructive when he was bored. He skipped a grade from first to second grade and continued learning until his parents let him know about his unique talent.
At first they hadn’t really been sure he had inherited magic. He never seemed to exhibit signs of it except when working with toy chemistry sets. He seemed to have an unnatural ability with chemicals and would often cause explosions without using the more potent chemicals. However, when they found out that he was magic after an unseemly incident with the family cat and a potted shrubbery. This meant it was time for Tiny Tim to be sent to his first coven school.
His grandparents on his mother’s side provided money to send him to an excellent school (much to Eddie’s distaste, but he didn’t object. Any money was good money). So, Tim went to a great coven school and learned a lot, quickly excelling in alchemy and practical magic. It was shocking how much progress he made and that’s when they began to figure out that when Tim wasn’t occupied, he was being destructive. Of course, this was the time before learning disorders (like ADD or ADHD) were diagnosed, so they just thought he was a really bad, really smart kid.
Testing got him sorted into Agrippa and Tim was fully ready to enter school. He was a genius in some areas, never needed to study or do any extra work except what would make him pass. In fact, Timothy was so good, in some classes, his homework didn’t even matter that much. And during school he didn’t learn just academic things. He learned about people. He learned how people acted with one another, how they responded to different things, and most of all – he learned people lied.
People lied all the time. They lied to their teachers, to their friends, and to themselves. Of course, he realized that he lied too, but it made it hard to put any trust in anyone. The only people he even showed slight respect for were his teachers, and they were only partially obligated to give the truth, or at least their version of it. So Timothy, knowing this, pursued a career in healing, knowing fully well that he was never going to get straight answers, but that’s what made the career.
There was an element of unconsciousness to what was going on and what a person did prior to coming to the hospital and that made Timothy exhilarated. Moving forwards in school, Timothy moved away from other people and concentrated on himself mostly. Other people were mere players in his game, not really consequential in too many ways. Women were not something he ever really paid attention to, true he had a few girlfriends but none were ever serious and more often than not, he was just using them for certain things all young men wanted.
He never admitted to being a good person, merely a smart person. This of course, only helped him become an even better doctor. Good people seldom do things to actually forward a cause. Smart people are willing to go to certain lengths, lengths that Holt was willing to take. During his training as a healer after graduating, Timothy found that fewer and fewer people could stand to be around or work with him.
But, even if they couldn’t stand him, they couldn’t deny he was a top notch healer. He had the best marks, best methods, and was almost 100% on diagnostics most of the time. He was an ass, a destructive one at that, but he was the best healer that had ever passed through training at St. Dymphna Hospital. He continued to work there after passing his certification tests at twenty.
Out celebrating with the few friends he did have (other trainees who could stand to be around him), Holt encountered a rather foul man at the bar. He was quite agitated and drunk beyond compare. Holt, having thrust a few down himself, was more than willing to throw down the gauntlet and outside the two young men went. Mixing alcohol with dueling was never a good idea in the first place, but in this case, with no one really sober to moderate either, things got dirty.
Curses were fired and things that shouldn’t have happened actually did. Unfortunately for Holt, when he arrived at St. Dymphna for treatment, some of the magic was irreversible. His leg was damaged permanently and he was prescribed with a cane. No amount of magic, practical or dark (Holt had taken it upon himself to look) could fix the damage and at twenty, Timothy was confined to cane use without hope of ever getting rid of it. It caused him to become quite cynical (even more so than before) and even more pessimistic about the world, contributing to his fantastic bedside manner.
During his time at St. Dymphna Hospital, Timothy Holt was notorious for making bad decisions and ultimately putting some things at risk. He was never fired though, for being such an excellent diagnostician and healer. Although lacking in some bedside manner, he was excused and more often than not people chose results over kindness in that kind of environment.
Cases ranged from anything like a bruise to a terminal disease, like dragon pox. All of it was under his plate and he took extra care to answer every problem right, even if the means to get there weren’t that good. But, the hospital life started to grow on Holt. Not only that, but when one was that well known in an environment it seemed every person who came in with something jinxed or bitten, they wanted him. He needed an escape.
He also needed somewhere his parents couldn’t bother him. Yes, they were good parents, the kind of parents everyone wished for, but they were annoying. Holt felt stifled, strangled by them and needed a way out. They wanted to see him all the time, visit, have dinner, and talk about old times. It wasn’t the type of thing he wanted to be part of and thusly, Holt furthered his search for a new job. Parents and boredom didn’t make for a good worker. He seriously considered going to Europe for a while, although it seemed extreme, even for him.
That’s when he found out there was a position at SWIM, his alma mater. It seemed appropriate; there would at least be duels and interesting things happening. Kids with access to magic and potions and everything were bound to make some mistakes and some interesting things for Holt to deal with. It just furthered his interest in people, and scaring them to. By being gruff and rough, he found a lot of the kids who actually did come down were really sick.
He supposed it was a good way to weed out the fakers, although, he got a good number of those as well. Apparently everyone’s first visit to the healer was allegedly one of great disappointment. He was expected to give them lollipops and Band-Aids or something, he didn’t know – but that wasn’t his style. Cold, hard realization was his style and he didn’t baby any of the students, that’s what they had parents for.
In SWIM, Holt is also notorious for driving staff crazy and often being the cause of pranks against his fellow co-workers. He never claimed to be mature, just a genius. And if there is nothing interesting for him to do, he had to find something interesting – and that means finding people to mess with. He likes to scare students and prank/piss-off co-workers.
The attack at SWIM didn’t have a huge affect on Timothy. He’s the same guy he was before; he just has to be a little nicer to the administration. In truth, he didn’t really take it all that seriously, a bunch of punk teenagers thinking they could intimidate a highly skilled (the only time he would ever admit this of his co-workers) witches and wizards, were no real threat at all. Yes, there was damage done and a lot of students never returned, but it didn’t stop Holt.
As for him, it was probably a good excuse to update the building and set up a little more discipline for the brats. He really didn’t want to have to deal with another pregnant teenage girl and her neurotic boyfriend who wanted to know some way to fix things. Fortunately, Timothy has no problem reporting those students who choose to ruin their own lives without a full education. After that education is finished, he really doesn’t care if they want to have children, they aren’t his problems anymore.
Likes: Pranks (students, teachers, and otherwise), puzzles, mysteries, reading, intellectual/cerebral stimulation, music, cases, alchemy, Herbology, and practical magic.
Dislikes: His parents, boring work, paper work, fakers, love, liars, and dogs.
Special Abilities: He has the uncanny ability to diagnose and heal people very quickly. Also, he has outstanding people skills (*wink*), one should be lucky to work with a man like Timothy Holt.
Wand: 12 inches, Kelpie hair core, and Apple wood.
Broom: None. Handicaps prohibit that.
Pet: A tortoise shell cat named “Pfeifer” for Michelle Pfeifer and a rat named “Steve McQueen.”
Class Taught: None
Special Titles: Head Healer
Years Teaching: 3 years of extra training, 13 years at St. Dymphna Hospital and 12 painful years of service at SWIM.
Reason for Teaching: Well, not so much teaching, but it’s a place he could practice what he’s good at and be far enough from his parents and the hospital that he doesn’t have to seem them except in the summer, and even then he could avoid them like the plague. Plus, it’s a good place to wreak havoc.
Word Verification: Spork
Writing Sample:
Smacking his lips, Timothy Holt sat with his feet up on his desk and his arms behind his head. He loved the hospital wing – especially when there was no one in it. It was quiet, and true, Holt was not one to usually like quiet, but after the week he had had, it was a relatively nice break.
During the previous week, things had happened so quickly, he swore, there were kids in the school just out to make him miserable. It wasn’t a deniable fact; he found them more endearing for it. After all, he tried to make them miserable as well. Not that it wasn’t well deserved; most of them were fakers trying to get out of class anyway.
Sometimes he just felt like whacking them over the head with his cane, that’s how aggravating they could be. “I have a bloody nose,” or “my head hurts!” as though those were things he actually cared about handling. Seeing as though it was his job though, he had pre-made potions stored for such simple afflictions and usually kicked them out right back to class. They never expected it. Apparently, most of them (freshmen, always for some reason), thought it would take him some time.
Tough luck for them he was a seasoned expert and in fact had pulled many of the same stunts they were now. That was where they were at the disadvantage. He had done the same things and was just about as immature as they were half the time. It wasn’t a bad thing, for an adult to retain some childish habits, but it seemed to verge on the ridiculous at times. So, Holt was not only one step ahead of them but knew most of the stops they were trying to pull. They learned that one fast.
Seldom did he get anything that wasn’t serious in a student older than a freshman. But, as he heard footsteps, Holt’s senses went up. Removing his feet from the desk, he flicked his wand towards the radio, lowering the classical music, he needed to listen. They were hurried footsteps of a student of a smaller stature. Judging from the clicking, a female student on a weekend venture and the sniffles he heard could only indicate there had been some crying.
Groaning softly, he grabbed his cane and pushed himself up from the desk. So much for a relaxing afternoon! “What is it?” he snapped, looking over the whimpered little fourteen year old that had run in. Obviously, by the way she cradled her hand and the blood all over her palm, she had grabbed something sharp, or been stabbed with something. She looked stricken though, her knees shaking and her eyes wide with terror.
Her white lips trembled and a speck of pink tongue poked out as she tried to wet her lips, shaking too heavily to even come up with anything to say. She stammered incoherently for a few minutes before Timothy rapped his fingers on the top of the silver headed cane once again. “Well, is this a symptom or are you comfortable with awkward stammering?” He snorted and took the girl by the shoulder with his free hand and led her to a cot, her knees shaking and quaking all the way, her skin with little goose pimples all over it. She was obviously terrified.
“I – I was in Herbology and this plant… it just – it just BIT me!” she squeaked in a voice even smaller than her outstretched hand. Holt was tempted to freak her out and dip it in a pool of cloudy blue-green water, an excellent wound cleaner that hissed like a drenched cat when a limb was submerged, but her pallor already suggested she was about ready to faint. It was very tempting at this point, eerily so. He shook his head, better not tempt fate.
“Just sit still,” he spoke sternly, the girl trembled even more, she timidly asked why he would say something like that, and Holt’s eyes turned into slits, “your hand will fall off,” he lied. The girl squeaked and she sat perfectly still, staring at her hand with wide eyes. Holt hobbled over to the cabinets, his cane clicking on the tile floor. He couldn’t even hear the girl breathing, thank Steve McQueen, she’d be quiet.
Reaching into the cabinet, he took out a small vial and he took his wand out of his pant pocket. He slowly made his way over to the infirmary bed and poured the little bottle over her hand. The white, disinfectant smelling goo poured out onto her hand and dissolved into her skin, the girl looked shocked. “Never seen magic before?” Holt snorted and tapped his wand to her hand, wordlessly closing up the wound and getting rid of the blood at the same time. “Go back to class and don’t bother me again.”