VAN DAALEN, CARNASSIAL Dec 26, 2013 16:16:21 GMT -5
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JÖREN CARNASSIAL VAN DAALEN
First and foremost, Carnassial is a scientist, and he tends to resent anything that gets in the way of that. He is intensely focused when it comes to his work, and while his mind might be traveling a hundred different courses at once, they generally head in the same direction. A combination of high energy and single-mindedness gives him an industrious manner that can quickly revert to impatience. He doesn’t take kindly to distraction or delay. Brusque and tenacious, he will almost universally brush off anyone that tries to interrupt him while he’s working. Such attempts bring out the worst of his manners - while not generally rude, he does get peremptory and irritable.
Trying to usurp his position is even worse. Controlling and hands on, he is extremely protective of his process. While he can thoroughly enjoy a good debate or constructive conversation, try to touch and you will quickly find yourself given a metaphorical slap on the hand. Collaboration is a touchy subject. Ideas and theories are one thing, but when it comes to the actual experiment, trial, prototype, whatever it is, Sial is exceedingly particular. If he’s not utterly confident in the other person’s competence, it can be a somewhat tense affair, as he can and will hover about and skeptically eye everything they do.
That said, he is not narrow-minded, and it is an important distinction. He is perfectly adaptable - he just needs to make any changes on his own terms. Although he might accept a suggestion, he will only act upon it after careful consideration. Taking things at face value was never something he was good at. As previously mentioned, he is a skeptical soul and, baring available reputable studies, is most confident in his own logic and reason.
At first glance, he tends to come off as a scatterbrained, absentminded fellow. This is not the case. He doesn’t really forget about things like answering e-mails, eating meals, or picking up Christmas presents, just deems them rather unimportant. He gets involved in things, and as an inquisitive individual, there is almost always something garnering his attention. However, although he gets involved, apparently lost in thought, he is really quite observant. A social person at heart, he enjoys working around others (as long as they keep their hands off his projects) and is not oblivious to social cues. Most of the time, he simply chooses to ignore said cues in favor of pursuing a goal. When he manages to focus the full weight of that attention on you, however, it becomes obvious he is discerning and rather cordial, even if he does possess a mile wide sardonic streak.
Carnassial is scathingly critical of scientific work, offhandedly curious about everything else, and completely nonjudgemental of people. For instance, he will unhesitatingly snap at an intern over a misuse of lab materials, shrug over the quality of a chair, and utterly disregard a stranger’s value based on whether they can build a chair or devise an experimental trial. He expects those in his field of work to be able to keep up, but frankly doesn’t care if you’re in that field or not. Admittedly, he gravitates toward those who can keep up intellectually, but he is not one to sneer at everyone without six letters following their name. After all, he probably couldn’t build a chair to save his life. Excepting the biomedical fields, he spares little thought for level of skill beyond general competence.
Indeed, he spares little thought for anything that isn’t intellectually challenging. Ungraciously generous, backhandedly complimentary, offhandedly friendly; most of his better social aspects are halfheartedly demonstrated. Certainly principled, though, with a rather stringent ethical code, because at the root of it he works on the things he does to improve peoples’ lives. While he truly loves the work itself, it would be meaningless without useful application. Thus, what he does is important to him, and everything else takes second priority. Why bother chatting with a patient when he could be busy designing them the perfect synthetic leg? Colleagues generally adjust to his dry, ironic humor and dismissive manner, learning to recognize the drive behind it, but strangers can find it off putting.
In the dome, it is much more difficult to fulfill his need to be constantly active. There is no research to be done, no trials to run, no funding to secure. As a result, he has turned his focus toward recalling his medical training. There is a constant shortage of medics, so it’s useful for keeping his hands busy, although it requires a bit more one on one interaction than is his preference. His bedside manner, while professional and courteous, never was all that soothing. Thankfully, there are plenty of other things to focus on. The sanitary conditions - or lack thereof - drive his fastidious side insane. He can handle being unclean, even if he dislikes it, but practicing unsanitary medicine annoys him to no end.
In that regard, he is simultaneously very easy and extraordinarily difficult to annoy. On one hand, interfering with his work - in this case, caring for the health of his ringmates - will have an instantaneous effect. If that aspect is taken out of the equation, however, he is practically unflappable. He truly could not care less about other peoples’ opinions or choices, as long as they’re not affecting him or his patients. Want to dye your hair rainbow colors? Alright then. You’re going to chatter at me? I’ll nod at the right times. We’re going to climb that hill to avoid an enemy? Sure. He readily acknowledges that he knows essentially nothing outside the realm of biomedical science, and he’ll leave things like hunting and scouting to the professionals, thanks very much.
It should be noted, however, that he takes his vows to do no harm quite seriously. He’ll fight to defend himself, but can generally be relied on to simply stay out of the way. Similarly, he can and will help other shifters in need. Not so far as to give away supplies, but when offering assistance takes nothing from the ring, he sees no excuse not to offer it. Politics, like most things, mean little to him, and while he would not abandon his ring without reason, he feels no devout loyalty to them.
Jeroen van Daalen was an oncologist; his wife, Merel, the hospital medical director. They met in medical school, married five years later, got jobs at the same hospital, and spent the next three decades advancing their careers and raising their children, of which they had four. Eline, the eldest and only girl, was followed by Sven, then Jören, and finally Vincent. They grew up well loved, their parents supportive and affectionate, if somewhat absent.
They were a competitive bunch, at first, though for the most part they grew out of it - excepting Vincent, who maintained his somewhat combative side. Eline became a teacher, married, and was expecting her second child when she was killed. Sven went into carpentry, and Vincent to college on a soccer scholarship, majoring in sports medicine.
Jören’s competitiveness did not fade, so much as transform into ambition and enthusiasm. After a brief, hesitant interlude when he started college terrified that he would hate his major, he proceeded to take the science community by storm. He completed his schooling at age 27 with a bachelors in Biomedical Science, a medical degree, and a doctorate in Molecular Biology and Biotechnology. He dropped his given name after starting grad school, and published his research studies under ‘Carnassial van Daalen, MD, DS.’ Jören was a personal name, a family name, and he didn’t particularly want to share it with the world. So he became Carnassial to his colleagues, and quickly earned himself a reputation for his devotion to his work.
For the most part, he concerned himself with research and development, improving the biotechnology used to replace or repair limbs and organs. This involved trial patients and practical application tests, but most of his time was spent in a lab setting. Essentially all medical procedures he did after getting his MD were off books - his mother would occasionally have Shifters come to her, looking for discreet help, and she would refer them to him or one of her other contacts. Anything involving blood work, for instance, came his way, because he could run the samples without interference. Requests also came in for young children that couldn’t be trusted not to shift in public, or for those who were injured while shifted and couldn’t safely shift back.
Other than those few ventures, however, Sial focused almost exclusively in biotechnology, working at a UNIT funded lab in Amsterdam. When people began speaking out against Shifters, he kept his head down, expressing nothing except his distaste for politics. He was shocked, however, when the dome was built. At that point he was ready to join the protests, but it had become too dangerous. To support the Shifters was to sign his death warrant. Instead, as usual, he buried himself in his work. Some time later, he was in the lab when a surprise visit from security informed him that mandatory blood tests were being given to everyone in the building.
Although he arranged for the sample to be swapped or corrupted, something must have gone wrong. Nothing happened for weeks, so he had assumed that it had been taken care of. He only realized his mistake when he was arrested while attending a conference in Brussels. Simultaneously, his parents and sister were killed, and his brother captured.
After cooling his heels in the labs for several days, he was introduced to the dome, where he fell in with the Carna by chance. With his medical background, his choice of rank seemed obvious. As such, he has spent the past several weeks attempting to instill some sense of proper medical procedure in his coworkers.