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[15 Jul 2009|02:52am] |
 daxx remington wakefield. his parents argued over the name for weeks, months, before his actual birth. "who names their son daxx, emily? we're not hippies." "jesus christ, jack. is it a shame to want something original? besides, daxx is a great name. " emily won, as evidence by the name on the birth certificate, but daxx is pretty sure this is why his father refuses to call him by his first name. when jack wakefield address' his son, it's 'doctor' -- it has everything to do with his first two initials. his mother, on the other hand, called him everything that was listed in the embarrass your son handbook; lovebug, muffin, handsome. she started at birth and continued up until he was ... oh, who are we kidding, she still calls him those names. daxx is forever shaped by the day she dropped him off at school in the sixth grade. even a skinny, geeky, science nerd - who was wearing last years clothes (when your dad's a disabled war vet and your mom works double shifts at the diner to make ends meat, you .. dont' have a lot of money) - doesn't like it when his mom walks him to his first class. adjusts his shirt collar. picks something - lint maybe? - of his jacket and then kisses his cheek goodbye. "moooooom, really? samantha pope is right there!" gah! the boy wouldn't ever be the same. luckily, by the time daxx hit high school, his mother stopped insisting on the public displays of affection and settled for a "code signal". ball a first, lift a british pinky, wiggle the pinky. was it cute? no. did it stop his mother from insisting upon hugs and kisses everyday before class, you betcha. to this day, he still waves good bye to his mother that way (yes, please. cue the aww's .. now. thank you).
daxx was a smart kid. he IS a smart guy. he excelled in math and science, graduated second in his class. though, if you ask him, that damn alison beckett cheated on her calculus final. he saw her with the answers programmed into her graphing calculator, though he couldn't really prove it. he got a 92%, thus, dropping his finally grade to an a-. THUS, and this is a HUGE thus in daxx's life, making him number two do that damn girl. really though, in the grand scheme, it didn't matter. he was already going to college and he already had his scholarships in place. he didn't have to pay a dime for his undergraduate (major: biology). he did, however pay - and is still paying - for his medical school. that's right, the boy called doctor by his did grew up! to be a doctor. oh, the irony. he completed residency (which is how and why he moved to the windy city), bought a fancy white jacket. and took up practice in a large, multi-doctor, multi-specialty clinic. he's a primary care doctor, which is about as least glamorous as they come, but he loves his job. plus, he makes pretty good money. but, that's for another time.
 sometime, in this crazy mess of school and embarrassing moms, daxx meet and lost the girl of his dreams. he saw her once, through a pane glass window, and christmas time just as the snow was beginning to fall. no. that's a lie. he did know her. he met her freshman year in english 101 and the two were inseparable. it was cute, it the gag me, sort of way. and they dated, and dated, and dated, and dated, until daxx hit his residency and she waited, and waited, and waited, and waited. but, like any bad doctors girlfriend, she got impatient and left. heartbreaking? for sure. life altering? you bet. scared for life? probably. but he's working on it. he, however, is becoming more aware of the fact that he's 36 years old, and is in no way heading toward marriage. well, he doesn't really THINK of it. but his mother is aware of that fact, and he is rather sick of getting the birth announcements that she sends in the mail. typical mother. "oh, joey donovan had a baby. didn't you graduate two years before him?" "i hear that nice rebecca standford is getting married. i bet if you'd have asked her out, you'd be married by now. "
daxx doesn't spend a lot of time with his mother.
quick facts
- born may 7th, 1976 in long island, new york. he still as an accent. but, he maintains that the ones in chicago are far, far worse.
- is intolerant, of intolerant people. people in daxx's family come from all walks of life and he is accepting of them all. he can't stand when people are judgmental or close minded and will often, call people out on shit.
- very green, to the point of being annoying. he avidly recycles. drives a hybrid. washes out his milk jugs. cuts the six pack holders. he's doing his part (yet, he refuses to remove the air conditioner in his condo)
- owns, and lives alone, in a 3 bedroom condo. it's not magical, or capable of causing much a fuss, but it's solid. and it's obvious that he makes a decent living.
- he flirts. a lot. it's annoying really. especially to those with boyfriends. but, he can't help it. he's a lady's man (insert adorable speech impediment here) "my name is leon phelps, and to those of you that are uninitiated, i am an expert in the ways of love. i have made love to many fine ladies from the lowliest bus station skank to the classiest most sophisticated, educated, debutant, high society... bus station skank."
- he's not really a douche bag. he just likes to flirt and have a little fun.
- he found a cat last winter. sickly, starving thing, and despite what the home owners association says about pets in his building, he's keeping her. she's gained about 10 pounds. he calls her lola. and sings barry mannilow songs to her.
- daxx, and four other doctors in his clinic, started band. they're not very good, but they try pretty hard, so .. it's endearing. daxx plays the guitar. a man of many, many talents. he'll give you stitches and then sing you a diddy.
- more to come as the character develops!
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