Gus Aspar
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OOC:
Doctor Tom Handcock is a specialist psychologist who helps women with problems of self-confidence, mostly related to their sexuality. There have been rumours on the press circuit that he may have abused some patients, but no one has ever found enough evidence to make it stick.
Height: 5ft 11ins
Weight: 12st 7lb
Eyes: blue
Hair: blonde with grey streaks
Age: no one has ever persuaded him to reveal this...
emily123 is going to play the first patient arriving today. We shall need a receptionist (could be either gender) - send a pm to emily123 or me to discuss.
end of OOC
Doctor Tom Handcock hummed cheerfully as he unlocked his surgery and prepared for the morning's consultations. One the face of it, he had little to be cheerful about: his receptionist had had a row with him the previous day (she didn't believe his denials of the rumours that he had abused a patient) and she finally handed in her keys to the surgery, told Tom to send her her employment papers in the post and stormed off. He later discovered that the appointment diary was missing, and he couldn't find the digital version on the surgery computer system, so he actually had no idea whether any patients were coming to see him today, or who they might be. But Tom, being a cheerful sort, gazed out of the window at the sunny morning and mused: wonder what fun we'll have today...?
Doctor Tom Handcock is a specialist psychologist who helps women with problems of self-confidence, mostly related to their sexuality. There have been rumours on the press circuit that he may have abused some patients, but no one has ever found enough evidence to make it stick.
Height: 5ft 11ins
Weight: 12st 7lb
Eyes: blue
Hair: blonde with grey streaks
Age: no one has ever persuaded him to reveal this...
emily123 is going to play the first patient arriving today. We shall need a receptionist (could be either gender) - send a pm to emily123 or me to discuss.
end of OOC
Doctor Tom Handcock hummed cheerfully as he unlocked his surgery and prepared for the morning's consultations. One the face of it, he had little to be cheerful about: his receptionist had had a row with him the previous day (she didn't believe his denials of the rumours that he had abused a patient) and she finally handed in her keys to the surgery, told Tom to send her her employment papers in the post and stormed off. He later discovered that the appointment diary was missing, and he couldn't find the digital version on the surgery computer system, so he actually had no idea whether any patients were coming to see him today, or who they might be. But Tom, being a cheerful sort, gazed out of the window at the sunny morning and mused: wonder what fun we'll have today...?