|Full name||Dr. Prudence Ashton|
|Date of Birth||April 30, 2498|
|Parents||Leila Ashton (Schoolteacher), Father Unknown|
|Eyes and Hair||Brown, Black|
|Height and Weight||5'3"/Excuse me?|
Medical School, Ariel
Intern at University Hospital - Osiris (2522-2524),
- Civil War marched its way across my home planet of Hera in 2511 when I was twelve. Mother and I kept ourselves out of the way, tucked up in our out of the way house in our out of the way town. She had been tutoring me in history in the safety of our own home, the school having been shut with the fighting that was ripping the planet in two. That was when Uncle Jude came in; stumbling through the back door to collapse on the kitchen floor. He was shot to pieces, clothes so bloodied it was hard to even tell where the wounds were. He smelt awful, like he'd been crawling around in the bottom of an animal pen for a month or more. I won't forget it in a hurry, sickly sweet, it was the smell of gangrenous flesh and desperation. Mother fetched water, towels and whiskey, preparing to give him comfort in his last hours. But it was me he turned to, me he looked at until I felt compelled to sit beside him on the floor. He asked me to help him, reached for my hand, begged me talk. And so I did. I spoke of childish things. Nonsense things. The sound of wind in trees, suns in sky and grass underfoot. I held his eyes with mine until they closed, and when they did I told myself that one day I would help people like him. My course was set.
- ~ Prudence Ashton, 12
I was born on Hera in the year 2498. My mother never revealed the name of the man who fathered me. I suppose it doesn't really matter who he was now, because whoever he was - he left. Perhaps he never even knew of my existence. I was a calm and easy baby according to my mother, and she named me Prudence after the virtue she jokingly confessed to not having employed nine months prior. I loved books, soaked up learning like a sponge wherever and whenever I could. Couldn't get enough of it. I suppose my teachers recognised this in me, for they pushed me hard and insisted I try for a scholarship at the medical schools on Ariel. It was the only way I could have gained the training you see, because though not poor as such, my mother could never have afforded to support me through all the years of training it would take.
|University and Training|
I studied hard, harder probably than I should have, taking to my books for eighteen hours a day in the year before I left school. I travelled to Ariel, took the med school entrance exams and was awarded the much needed scholarship, entering med school at eighteen. I graduated at twenty four in the top five percent of my class, (though I swear it should have been in the top three percent!), majoring in virology, and served two years Internship at the University Hospital on Osiris between 2522 and 2524. This was followed by a year's Residency working the children's wards at the General Hospital on Persephone. I quite liked that, working with children, and whilst there I studied further and achieved a minor in psychology. I never really understood how interesting psychology could be, but I've always been a good listener and its amazing what people will tell you when you're the only one that seems to be interested in them. I try to analyse people from the inside out, which actually is a lot easier than being violent when you want someone to do what you want them to do. Persuasion. That's the way to go. And if you're good at it people end up thinking they are actually doing you a favour and not the other way around.
Some people say I act like I have a broom shoved up my ass. "You work too hard Pru.." "Let your hair down Pru.." "Smile for once Pru, huh?" I -do- know how to have fun, I just prefer not to. Its not going to do that kid in the med bay much good if I'm out drinking and living it up while he dies, right? Couldn't live with that. Dispassionate too. Can't help a person if you allow yourself to be bothered by their pain. I've trained myself not to let emotions show. At least most of the time. Quiet. Driven. Focused. That's all I know.
Working in the hospitals wasn't enough though, not the clinical safety of the wards. Sure it was interesting, but I'm looking for a med ship to join, put myself where my skills might be better utilised. I think I've found one too, the Guan-Yin II. They've taken me on for a trial period and we'll see how that pans out. I'm quite hopeful, it sounds ideal. Travelling the 'verse, taking aid to those that might otherwise not be helped. We'll see...
I don't like cats. Well, its more than a dislike. A cat walks in the room and I just freeze up. Catatonic. I'm not unreasonable. I just think all cats should be wiped from existence at birth. I can't even stand seeing a picture of one. I think I must have been about five when one sank its claws into my face. I was sleeping after a picnic. It had been a lovely day and mother and I were just curled up on a rug in the meadow. She was reading me a story and I had my eyes closed. Then YOW! Burning pain as this crazed cat leapt on me. I screamed. It clawed. I screamed louder. God knows what filth infested places that cat had been, but the scratches got infected and my whole face ballooned up over the next week. Hot and red so I looked like one of the tomatoes that Uncle Jude used to grow on the farm. So yeh. I don't like cats. If you want to piss me off big time bring a cat near me. Perhaps its psycosymptomatic too, but they make me sneeze. An interesting thing I think, perhaps its some rudimentary self-survival thing put in place by my brain. My early warning system that one of the evil things is in the vicinty and I need to get out. Maybe I'll do a research paper on this someday. Maybe.