Counselor Jevon Stone
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Character Name: Jevon Gregory Stone
Source: Original Character
Race: Terran
Age: 36
OU/AU: OU - Resident of Star Trek Universe
Rank: Lieutenant
Position: Counselor
If you want to assume that Jevon's given you a psychological exam, these are the questions he would have asked.
Personality: Stiff. Fussy. Dry. One wonders how Jevon EVER made it into a field of psychological medicine, considering how he doesn't seem to carry much compassion or warmth for his patients. So why does he have a 98% success rate? Well. As Jevon has learned, anger and stubbornness are far stronger emotions than sorrow and self-pity. Many times a patient will storm out of Jevon's office, vowing to do whatever it takes to avoid spending time in his company ever again. Some burn with a desire to prove him wrong. Whatever the case, Starfleet can't argue that Jevon hasn't been successful, even if his methods are unorthodox. He pushes for results, and most of the time, he gets them.
Dr. Stone is quite smug concerning his record. He's proud of it, and feels he has every right in the world to BE proud of it. He earned it, after all, it wasn't something handed to him on a silver platter. While most don't seem to like him or his methods, Jevon could care less. The 2% that he fails to help, however? That can keep him up at night. He dislikes giving up on an actual case, though he dismisses those he believes to have no true mental hangups. In some tiny, minute way, he does care and he feels a sense of fulfillment when he's successful. Most of the time, however, it comes across as nothing more than adding one more number to the scoreboard of successful rehabilitations.
He doesn't seem to like anybody. He has little tolerance for those who don't use their heads, and absolutely none for drama whores. If someone starts complaining about how crappy their life is to the counselor, he'll be quick to silence them with a sharp and cutting remark. He refuses to offer pity or sympathy; his job is to dig to the heart of the problem, and not waste time coddling people who victimize themselves or take sides in an argument he knows nothing about.
Jevon's tastes are what most would consider to be refined. He enjoys artistic expression, particularly in music and sculptures. Jevon has amassed a large collection of little sculptures, both ornate and abstract. He confesses that he is rather fond of elephants, and there are at least five of them in his collection which he displays openly in his office. He finds that the figurines are often a good way of opening a session with a new patient, inviting them to pick one they like and talk about it. He finds this technique to be more personal and successful than Rorschach tests, which he views as 'cliche', but won't deny that they are a useful tool in the field of psychology.
He has a clear dislike of birds and anything avian in nature. He hates the feel of feathers, and doesn't like getting close to any bird. Parrots, ravens, cockatiels, and anything with the ability to speak creep him out and make the small hairs on the back of his neck stand up. There's no rational reason for this phobia -- he simply finds birds to be creepy, though he's slightly more tolerant about ducks.
History: Jevon didn't have a happy childhood. Certainly he grew up as the only child of a significantly wealthy couple. Certainly he was given everything he ever wanted. Despite his rich upbringing, he was terribly lonely, and spent more time with the household servants than the other children at the private school in which he was enrolled. Though considered mature for his age, he never learned to be just one of the kids, and swiftly earned a reputation as a wimp and a snob. He was picked on frequently. Once, he made the mistake of intervening when he witnessed the bullying of a younger classmate. The bully's attention was successfully turned to Jevon, and he kept Jevon in a headlock and repeatedly knocked his skull against one of Jevon's textbooks until an instructor finally witnessed what was going on. Jevon suffered from a severe concussion and was rushed to the hospital.
The records between this unfortunate event and his admittance to Starfleet Academy are marked classified at Jevon's request.
Jevon debated between pursuing a musical career (being an exceptional cellist) and entering the field of psychology. His parents pushed him to choose music, but his choice to enlist with Starfleet came as a shock to all who knew him. He'd never before expressed any interest in space exploration. When asked why, he attributed the decision to a desire for studying a wider range of species than humans.
He was a changed man when he first began studying psychology. He was possessed of a cool self-assurance that he'd lacked during his childhood and adolescence, viewing the rest of the cadets down the length of his narrow nose. He was disdainful of most anyone who approached him, which allowed him to study alone in peace. His instructors were afraid that his work would suffer due to his isolation, but instead, it flourished. He was first assigned to the Phoenix where he served for three months before being transferred. He served above five other ships, rarely lasting aboard any of them for more than two years. Sometimes he requested the transfers personally, other times he was recommended for another vessel when his methods prompted another crewman to punch him in the face. Though successful, with multiple academic credits to his name, Jevon is slow to be promoted, and has yet to achieve the position of chief counselor aboard any ship.
Powers/Abilities/Unique Items: None. Jevon is completely mundane. He's also not a very good shot with a phaser.
Physical Description: Jevon is 5'9" in height. The counselor tends to be a bit on the 'thin' side. That's the polite term for it anyway. The more realistic definition would be 'scrawny.' His bone structure is somewhat delicate, his jaw and cheekbones well-defined, giving him an almost Vulcanesque appearance. Despite his lean physique, he's not completely skin and bones. His sinew is definitely there...it's just a little wiry is all. He's still not your first pick for a sports team.
Jevon's face is normally serious, composed, and brooking a no-nonsense type of attitude. His eyebrows are highly arched and slim, one normally raised (and adding to his Vulcan appearance even if he doesn't have a drop of Vulcan blood in his entire body) as an expression of boredom or mild contempt. His hair is dusty blonde, thin and wispy, and sadly it's beginning to pull back his hairline. His hazel eyes never seem to change much, though they tend to grow icy when his patience begins to wear thin. Jevon dresses immaculately, his uniform and fine suits always pressed and crisp, expensive leather boots polished without a speck of dust. This is one man who definitely seems to care for physical appearances.