Appearance:<a class="postlink" href="http://i833.photobucket.com/albums/zz260/TimeKeys/library2/24410de2-4838-4ebe-a5dc-46393672ab79_zpse3e0bdbb.jpg">[ img ]</a><br/>Name: Konan House<br/>Age: 22<br/>Height: 6' 3"<br/>Personality: somewhat depressed, extremely intelligent, gets bored or annoyed easily, hates being around most people, curious, stubborn, and can be very selfish at times, arrogant yet rightly knows his stuff<br/>Background: Konan went into the military at a young age. His father having always taught him about medical conditions. His mother happened to be a nurse. He was learning medicine and medical care before he had even finished gradeschool. He enlisted in the navy and worked his way up to Navy SEALS. While on a mission he barely escaped with his life. Having his leg crushed when the helicopter crashed on their escape route. He escaped with his life but his leg never fully healed all the way. Now he has a slight limp which he usally masks with a cane. A cane he at times uses in a way he looks like a pimp. He runs this hospital despite having a superior. Without him there...they would be over run by idiocy and chaos. This job at the hospital became his life when his chosen career was no longer possible. He has develped an addiction to Vicodin. Ironically he is not shy about this. He merely states he is medicating himself to buzz off.<br/><br/>~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~<br/><br/>Konan was pissed. Why? This was the third poisoning case in HIS hospital! The other two cases were identical yet came to the hospital nearly too late or too late. The symptoms were all the same. Orange skin pigment discoloration to the flesh. Yellow rings around the eyes. Blood shot eyes. Runny nose. Coughing blood up every now and then. Racing heartrates. Asthmatic breathing. Hot and cold flashes. Fevers. Extreme hunger. No hunger. Dehydration. There was several other minor ones. Mood swings. Increased irritability. Extreme fatigue. He was annoyed. They had to call in a detective in the unusual. Why? This was most definitely no longer just medical it was criminal!<br/><br/>Did it mean he liked the concept of another outside entity coming in? No. No it did not. He used his cane to walk. Slightly limping as he used his cane. Popping a vicodin before going into the patients room. Checking on the vitals. Listening to the patient. He then went and sat down. The intruder to his domain would be here soon. He rather disliked the idea. Scowling as he looked at the woman who walked in. Scoffing a bit. "You don't look like much. You are supposed to be able to help me solve this medical crime? I don't see how." He said in an annoyed voice. Getting up and limped with the cane to check on the patient again.