Name: Emi Suzuki
Age: 27
Occupation: Surgeon

Background:

Emi was born with a gift and a curse; the gift was with intelligence beyond compare, yet unfortunately for her she was plagued with a sharp tongue and a slight attitude problem. Her snarky and snippiness can give the appearance that she really doesn’t give a shit about anyone when in fact she's just speaking her mind. She was taught that it was best to tell someone to their face something then talk about them behind their back, but sometimes she goes a little too far, some things it's best to keep to yourself after all.

She was a prodigy since she was young although that just made it harder for her; her family would praise her for her achievements but soon became to expect more and more out of her. It was not her own choice to go into medicine... at least not at first. She wanted to model and act or sing at a young age; she had always thought it would be cool to be an idol, but soon after a series of events she'd rather not recall she found it best to go into medical, more like she had the drive to pursue it since the incident.  She graduated high school as valedictorian and went off to medical and excelled there naturally. She transferred to Skattun Hospital just a little while ago and already gives of the I’m-better-than-you-so-get-used-to-it vibe. She likes to get the job done fast and seems to get bored quite easily.

Personality:

Emi is egotistical in ways, and thrives on snark; it’s not uncommon to see her butting heads with a co-worker. But at the same time she has a soft spot due to being very empathetic , she can relate to a lot of people and will occasionally show that she cares. She always cares but would rather have you deal with your own problems.

Sample RP

Emi walked into her office; her assignment folder in one hand, the other ran through her hair as she yawned. Opening the folder she carefully analyzed today’s surgery; as always everything would run smoothly. Today’s operation was one she had preformed many times before, so it would be a breeze. Closing the folder ad putting it off to the side she picked up her mug and placed to her lips, but before she could even take a sip a frown found itself on her face; the coffee was cold. How could anyone in their right state of mind think even for a fraction of a second that Emi could work under these circumstances? She couldn't have cold coffee; no not all. She saw an intern passing by and recognized her from before. "You; there." When the girl turned her head, Emi continue to shout her orders, "Yes, you. Get me a coffee; I want it 3/4 of the way full, and two creamer; no more, no less." The girl nodded and was about to walk off when Emi added, "Oh yeah, and I want it here in 3 minutes."