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2019-08-04 10:02 pm

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THE
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Elisha J. Harper, Union Surgeon Major. He's sick of it.
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2019-08-04 09:58 pm

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How am I doing with Elisha? Critique on writing style, portrayal, etc is appreciated! Anon is on / Comments are screened / Go crazy aaaaaaa go stupid aaaa
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2019-08-04 09:53 pm

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2019-07-29 05:34 pm

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PLAYER INFO
Player Name: Lauren
Player Contact: [plurk.com profile] bluehellgazette
Character(s) in Game: Irwin Wade

CHARACTER INFO
Character Name: Maj. Elisha James Harper
Age: 34
Canon: Original Character

World Description: Elisha's a surgeon from our world in the October of 1864. He died in Georgia during Sherman's March.

History
Elisha was born in Harrisburg, PA to educated middle-class parents as the eldest child and only son of three siblings. His father, James, was a doctor until his passing in 1857; his mother, Lucretia, wrote a women's column in the local paper that transformed into a women's political newsletter as the succession movement gained more traction down south. Elisha's interactions with James were very typical for his era and social class; his father was from the beginning very reserved and normally only saw him and his sisters for a few hours before they were returned to the nursery. Once he was about nine years old, Elisha was expected to help around the clinic and a fair part of his upbringing was turned over to his father both for vocational reasons and because of gender politics of his time.

Elisha spent most of his adolescence hanging around his father's clinic, assisting in routine procedures in the roles a nurse or medical assistant would be assigned today - and, starting around the age of 17, abortions performed in secret as well. He was privileged enough to attend a 4-year medical college overseas - Cambridge - where he received more "hands on" experience and exposure to current ideas than he would have at an American school. He learned German during that time to keep up with the latest advances in medicine, most of which were happening on the other side of the English Channel, but his speaking skills have faded with disuse.

Elisha mustered in with the 29th Pennsylvania Volunteer Infantry Regiment in the summer of 1861 under the impression that the war would be a brief, one-battle suppression situation. Despite his education, he, like everyone else, was utterly unprepared for the level of carnage the war would bring - although he'd dissected cadavers, Elisha entered the military with virtually no prior surgical experience at all, and when he received his officer's commission a month after the attack on Fort Sumter, he'd never even seen an amputation or shrapnel wound in his life.

The war, however, didn't seem to care. In the hectic period before some semblance of organization was brought to the medical sector of the U.S. Army, he and his fellow medical personnel learned most of the procedures they actually needed to know by experience. He adapted quickly, slightly faster than the physicians who had been educated in America, but for the first few months of the war, Elisha still voluntarily (and gratefully) took the back seat to the career surgeons who had during peacetime occupied a lower socioeconomic tier than he and his fellow physicians. Although he has a strong stomach, some of the things that would ultimately become a routine sight for him were at the time more horrifying than he could have ever imagined at that point in his life, necessitating on three separate occasions that he leave the operating theatre to vomit.

The Battle of Fredericksburg, which happened mid-December in 1862, was notable because Elisha first experienced impossible-to-ignore signs of mental disturbance during that time. He had been awake and operating for 18 hours during this brief lapse in compartmentalization; his patient wouldn't stop screaming and sobbing Elisha was struck with the strong intrusive image of putting a hand on the young man's mouth and suffocating him to death - as well as an intense, frightening urge to do so out of desperation and overwhelmedness. He didn't, of course, and it subsided after the finished the operation and found a moment to collect himself.

Two weeks later, Elisha contracted typhus and nearly died of it during a campwide outbreak. The memory of being so sure he would die that he requested last rites and so sick he could barely lift his head has stayed with him; that and the level of agony he's witnessed have left him with a very "grit your teeth and bear it" attitude toward minor injuries and disdain for people who make a big deal over things like pulled muscles.

In 1863, Elisha was promoted to Brigade Surgeon following the Battle of Gettysburg, which was the worst and most harrowing experience of his life; until his death he maintained that the field hospital there and the aftermath were the closest thing to the concept of hell, which he no longer believed in by this point, that could ever be found on earth.

He accompanied Sherman's men into Georgia in 1864; by this time, the vague moral and religious opposition to slavery he harbored before the war had already grown into vehement abolitionist sentiment. Before joining the army Elisha hadn't actually seen slavery or had a real conversation with anyone who had been enslaved, so the severity of it wasn't as "real" to him - it was abstract, something that could be pushed to the back of his mind; that ceased to be the case once he set foot in Virginia. By that time he still treated Confederate wounded, which he felt was his duty as a doctor, but he'd ceased to view the war as 'Brother against Brother' and and instead sees it as a conflict with an enemy that should be made to pay for what it's done; Elisha was a vocal advocate of unconditional surrender on the part of the Confederacy, to include imprisonment of high-ranking officers, and saw anything less as unjust.

Proceeding through Georgia and seeing the civilians who did not evacuate when ordered to—as well as having to leave people who had just been freed behind—dramatically added to Elisha's repressed anger and resentment. This was the point at which he began to see Southern civilians as being less than soldiers but more than noncombatants after seeing the level of aid they provided and resistance they put up - as far as he's concerned, there was blood on their hands, too, just less of it.

By the time of his death in the fall of 1864, Elisha Harper is tired of being a surgeon, he's tired of being an officer, he's tired of having the responsibility of running the "shitshow" of an under-supplied army hospital, and he's tired of being at war.

Death: Elisha was hit by shrapnel from a Confederate artillery misfire while going to report casualties and check for missed wounded. Despite countless punctures to the chest and abdomen, his situation wasn't immediately fatal; once he realized that he'd sustained multiple wounds to the intestines and would therefore really die hours later from sepsis, he begged the nurse who had accompanied him to kill him with a single shot to the forehead so that he wouldn't have to do so himself. She had moral and religious objections to euthanasia and killing him would put her in very real danger of being hanged for murder, but ultimately he won out by appealing to their friendship and telling her that he didn't want his mother to have to see his body and know that he'd committed suicide. Upon his arrival at Beacon, Elisha knows that the real reason he begged her to do it instead of asking her to make it look like enemy fire after he did it himself was that he was too afraid of dying to pull the trigger on his own even in the face of the much worse death awaiting him. What he doesn't know is that she didn't need to be appealed to, and would have done so anyway.

What are your plans for this character in-game? Once he rallies, he'll be useful around the clinic and will want to learn what he can; a lot of Elisha's action early on will likely be simply reacting to the environment around him and gradually leaving his state of compassion fatigue.

What aspects of this game and/or its setting are you most interested in having this character engage with? Being around unfamiliar people from a wide variety of backgrounds in a location that's not a combat zone but also not 100% safe. The eternal darkness is going to get to him pretty quickly, too.

How does your character generally get along with other people? How Elisha interacts with others is very situation-dependent. He tends to be pretty indifferent to strangers and doesn't go out of his way to make people feel liked or welcome. By this point he's used to being the person in command, and it shows - he tends to state requests as orders (ex. "hand me that" vs "could you hand me that?", "go do x" instead of "would you mind doing x?") and expects people who he outranks literally or in experience to do what he says when he says it without objection. When people show resistance, he doesn't back down unless he sincerely believes he's in the wrong and tends to respond with "this is not a negotiation" either verbatim or implied. If Elisha sees someone as outranking himself, however, he tends to return the favor - having grown up in a household that was very much a "shut up and do what you're told"/"because we're your parents, that's why" sort of environment, he believes that you should question authority but do what they say regardless of your own misgivings.

Prejudices are also going to play a role in how he initially interacts with some of Beacon's residents - having come straight out of a combat zone in which he was tasked with handling the suffering and death caused by an army that Southern civilians were aiding, and having spent four years dealing with the ugliest part of any war, Elisha's not fond of Southern people, to put it lightly. This manifests in both hypervigilance and predetermined negative emotions - he's going to be a lot warier of people from that region because he's been thoroughly conditioned to see them as enemies who want to kill him and kill the people he's close to in the Union army. Pretty much by the time he's off the ferry he understands on a conscious level that modern Southern people do not have it out for him, but his emotions haven't caught up with that yet.

What is your character's mental state upon entering the game? Tired. He's fresh out of four consecutive years in a very extreme environment edging on a foreign land, and that's shaped his personality and the way he perceives external information into what's needed to survive longterm in that situation. However, he's essentially going to be returning to the civilian world by dying and coming to Beacon, so it'll be a rough adjustment period - Elisha was transformed into a square peg to survive in a war zone and is now going to be suddenly expected to fit back into the round hole of civilian life.

His looming fear as the war went on, second only to dying, was having to face normal human society and his family again. Before he realizes that he's effectively doing just that in Beacon, Elisha's going to have to ultimately acknowledge that that he was so unhappy that he's relieved to be dead. And then face his number one worst case postwar scenario in trying to relate to normal, healthy people who haven't come out of a war zone.

Expect Elisha to treat the early days of his stay in Beacon as a chance to get some sleep, take a bath, attend to his basic needs, etc. - he's going to be easing into feeling like a human being again and won't be too keen on continuing to offer medical services unless it's an absolute emergency.

Skills & Abilities: Era-appropriate medical knowledge - can clamp arteries, remove bullets, treat a punctured lung, etc; excellent fine motor skills/hand-eye coordination; gun handling; rusty ability to read/write German; fluent Latin; horsemanship; survival, but not to the same extent as a modern soldier would know; endurance - Elisha's not strong, but he is able to walk/stand/ride for hours on end without hitting exhaustion.

Flaws/Weaknesses:

Elisha has a lot of unresolved trauma and grief which manifest as C-PTSD - and anger/resentment. He wants to know that the south 'paid for what it did' because he's searching for closure in revenge. He's also extremely desensitized and therefore minimally reactive to violence/gore, which can be a little disturbing for people who have a normal response to these things to see. It's worth noting that he hates screaming - if your character yells and they don't have a very, very good reason for it, Elisha's going to snap at them. He still reacts to loud sounds like explosions - expect him to reflexively duck and freeze at things like a heavy book being dropped on the floor, a balloon being popped, that sort of thing.

He also carries some of the common prejudices of his time: Elisha was in some ways progressive for the era in his views on women, as he believed that they should have equal access to education, that they could be as intelligent and skilled as men, etc., and sees abortion as a right, but in other ways, not so much - for instance, he sees sex workers as "lowering themselves", and while he isn't naive enough to believe that all women actually wait until marriage to have sex, he does think less of women who have more than a few sexual partners before marrying. Elisha's casual anti-Irish sentiments were mostly wiped out by 1864 thanks to actually being around Irish and Irish-American people in large numbers and hearing about their experiences, bonding with some of them, etc., but although he doesn't harbor malice toward anyone for race/ethnicity, he still buys into some racial stereotypes and cultural myths about many other groups.

Physically, he's not that strong and has mild hearing loss about equally in both ears - it isn't pitch-specific, but in terms of volume, Elisha can't pick up sounds like a mosquito's high pitched buzzing when it's right next to a person's ear or a dry leaf landing on the ground. Genuine whispers are very difficult for him to hear. To be technical: he has what the WHO identifies as Grade 1 hearing loss, meaning that he can't hear anything under 25 dB and struggles to hear things from 25-35 dB.

Elisha is going to be bringing pretty substantial shame and guilt with him when he arrives in Beacon because he pressured the woman who shot him into doing so at the risk of her own life. He knew that by mercy killing him she'd be taking a huge risk and potentially condemning herself to execution for murder, but he was overwhelmed with pain and fear to a degree that he knew it but didn't care. Now that he's not staring down the barrel of a drawn-out death by sepsis, he's deeply grateful, but doesn't think it was right to beg her to violate her own moral and religious beliefs and sacrifice her own emotional wellbeing because he was too afraid to pull the trigger himself. He's going to see the uncertainty of never having an answer as to whether or not she was accused of murder as his punishment.

Personality: Elisha's introverted, straightforward, and decisive. He tends to assume a leadership role by default in social situations and doesn't like being challenged; he's quick to shut people down on that front. He doesn't make friends easily in part because he doesn't make an active effort to seek out people he would like to get to know better, but once he does consider someone to be his friend, he's very loyal. Elisha's intelligent and learns quickly; he likes to read and retains new information well. He'll be genuinely interested in hearing about the experiences of other people from different times and places.

Elisha is simultaneously capable of being more compassionate than most people have the capacity for and suffering from severe compassion fatigue — he doesn't react as strongly to very upsetting/empathy-triggering situations as most people would and sometimes finds it very difficult to empathize with other people despite doing his best to help them anyway. This will likely fade over time now that he's out of a war zone, but it's going to be a process.

To the very end, however, Elisha remained kind to animals, and he can't bear to see them in pain. His ideas on animal welfare and what constitutes abuse were notably ahead of the curve; some of the very common and normalized practices of his time, such as whipping draft animals and the use of checkrains, were things he found deeply distressing. It's for this reason that the chaplain who administered his last rites entrusted his horse (who, granted, wasn't a priceless war mount at 22 years old) to Elisha after he died of the same disease that had led to their meeting.

It's important to note that Elisha's acutely aware of the ways in which he's changed and deeply troubled by them - he knows he's worn out and desensitized to horrendous things; he doesn't like being full of anger and grief but also doesn't see himself as being 'fixable' in that regard because he can't un-experience everything that made him this way and thinks of the scale of destruction he witnessed as being something nobody could ever come to terms with.

Items: Surgeon's Field Companion - a blocklike leather case worn as a satchel. Contains the following: 6½ oz. bottle of chloroform - .75 oz remaining, 2 oz. fluid extract of ipecacuanha (an emetic) - .5 oz remaining,. 2 oz. fluid extract of ginger. 2 oz. solution of persulphate of iron, 24 oz. of whiskey - 9 oz. remaining, 2 oz. tincture of opium - .4 oz remaining, 19/144 compound cathartic pills, 84/144 colocynth and ipecacuanha pills, 45/144 sulphate of quinine pills, 19/144 opium pills, 1 yard isinglass plaster, a medicine cup, scissors, teaspoon, pins, thread, 4 oz. lint, a towel, 17 bandages, muslin, and corks. He also died carrying his pocket case, which contained: 2 scalpels, 3 bistouries, 1 tenotome, 1 thumb lancets, 1 small razor, 1 artery forceps, 1 dressing forceps, 1 artery needle, 4 surgeon's needles, 1 exploring needle, 1 tenaculum, 1 pair of scissors, 1 director, 3 probes, 1 caustic holder, 1 silver compound catheter, 2.1 yards of iron suture wire, 1/8 oz. ligature silk, and 1/16 oz. wax. Aside from his medical equipment, he also has a Colt 1860 Army revolver with three bullets, a piece of hardtack, ad his canteen. And clothes which are worse for wear.

SAMPLES
Log Sample: dumping out his purse on the doormat
Network Sample: what is this, runescape?
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2019-07-15 05:14 pm

death (cw: guns, violence, blood, assisted suicide)

For a few minutes, he doesn’t realize that he’s been hit. The world silently tilts and shifts. The only sound is the deafening ringing in his ears. He can taste the acrid gunpowder fogging the air – there’s dirt in his mouth, too. On his teeth. He tries to sit up only to fall backwards before he’s even remotely upright – it’s the first he’s aware that something’s wrong. He fumbles along the front of his coat with one hand – stops when his fingertips trip over a hole ripped into the fabric. Into him.

Oh, God, I’m shot. Oh Jesus. The fumbling takes on a frantic pace. More craters punched into the fabric over his chest and abdomen. The frayed wool at their edges is warm and soggy. Blood. As if a switch has been flipped, the abrupt realization sends all of the heretofore mysteriously absent pain crashing down upon him. This is what he imagined being shot would feel like. This is what he’s seen a hundred other men die of. It might be superficial, he tells himself. Might be superficial.

Elisha tries to unbutton the double lines of buttons one by one, tries to look if only to confirm what he already knows, the death sentence he’s been dealt in the blink of an eye. I’m going to die. His hand misses the buttons. The watery blur of the chaos begins to return to his ears. I’m going to die. This isn’t happening. It can’t be happening. And now the nurse who had been walking astride him leans over him, bleeding from the temple and the ear and one corner of her bottom lip.

She unbuttons his frock coat and pushes his shirt up to his armpits, reveals a glistening expanse of vivid red blood from what he can see when he tries to lift his head. Already the flies are coming; he can feel their legs on his skin despite the deafening roar of the pain frying every neural circuit in his body. His lungs won’t fill with enough air. She’s saying something about getting a chaplain. He’d laugh if he could breathe, if he was capable of the coherent thought necessary for a sense of humor.

“Chaplain won’t do anything. Kill me. Don’t let me die like this.” He has to pause to heave another breath. “I don’t want to die like this.”

Not this slowly. Not dragged back by a litter crew to die of fever. Of pain. He’d be dead already if any of the wounds were directly fatal.

“Kill you—I can’t kill you.” The unbearable Georgia sun glints at him from the tears welling in her eyes. He’s crying too. Like a child. Like his patients. “Doctor, you know I can’t kill you.”

“Yes you can! God will forgive you!” He dimly recognizes that the American legal system won't. That she'll hang for this if it's discovered. Elisha can't find it in himself to care. The only thing in the universe that matters is the pain and trying not to scream bloody murder and ending this before someone finds them so that he doesn't spend the next ten hours slowly dying. “If you have any respect for me left, you'll end it. Or I will. Don't let them send me back to my mother like this. Please. Let her believe I was shot. Not that I killed myself.”

The woman chokes back a strangled sob. With effort, he opens the holster, cocks the hammer of his revolver, holds it out. Elisha watches the barrel shake with the movement of his arm.

“All you have to do is pull the trigger. Put it between my eyes, pull the trigger, put it back, close the holster, leave. They'll think it was a sharpshooter. Out to get an officer. I'm a good target.” She stares at him, wordless, bloody lip trembling. “Tabby. Please. Don't let me die like this.”

She presses the muzzle to his forehead with one hand, covers her mouth with the other, shoulders hunched and shaking. He closes his eyes.

The pain ends.
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2019-06-12 12:33 pm

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ELISHA HARPER


“The ideal of walking through a space of affliction, social and psychological, and yet remaining oneself, upright and in control--”

vital information

FULL NAME. Elisha James Harper
DOB.12 Jan 1830
GENDER.Male
SEXUALITY.Bisexual (prefers women)
ETHNICITY.White Anglo-Saxon Protestant
HOMETOWN. Harrisburg, PA
OCCUPATION.Surgeon Major (a separate title from the rank of major); runs a brigade field hospital that remains loosely attached to the PA 29th regiment.
HEIGHT.5'8"

overview

Elisha J. Harper is a Union surgeon bearing the rank of Major in the American Civil War with severe burnout, currently directing a field hospital. He's moderately introverted, with a pragmatic and analytical disposition and the tendency to deeply compartmentalize negative emotions; while Elisha isn't necessarily hostile, he doesn't go out of his way to make people feel welcome, and some - namely people from regions with different definitions of what is polite conduct, such as the deep south and the UK - find his directness offputting. He is, however, still more compassionate than most, as one would expect from a doctor.

By default I play him during the fall of 1864 just south of Atlanta, by which point he's harboring a lot of thinly repressed anger and resentment toward A) the Confederacy, B) Southern civilians, and C) Democrats on the whole (in the era-appropriate sense of the term). He has stopped perceiving the war he's in as 'brother against brother' and instead sees it as a conflict with an enemy that should be made to pay for what it's done; Elisha is a vocal advocate of unconditional surrender on the part of the Confederacy, to include imprisonment of high-ranking officers, and sees anything less as unjust.

He is a fervent abolitionist and an advocate for the humane treatment of animals; Elisha is in some ways progressive for the era in his views on women, as he believes that they should have equal access to education, that they can be as intelligent and skilled as men, etc., and sees abortion as a right, but in other ways, not so much - he's on the fence about women's suffrage and sees sex workers as "lowering themselves". He started the war as an Episcopalian Christian, but has since transitioned into resenting God, then ultimately a shift to atheism.

I'm flexible with timeline and am down for playing him in other eras (or as a ghost!) as well - just specify! In any setting in which he is a ghost (or reincarnated/in some kind of afterlife), he died in the October of 1864 after taking multiple pieces of shrapnel from a Confederate artillery misfire to the abdomen and chest. The wounds were not critical enough to kill him immediately, but caused a great deal of pain, and he knew he would ultimately die of sepsis, so he implored a nurse who had joined his staff during the March to the Sea to mercy kill him with a single gunshot to the forehead as a final gesture of friendship - and she did.


physical

Elisha's 5'8" - about average height for his time - and stands with good posture. He's lean and in better shape than the average person in the 21st century, but compared to the people around him, his physical condition is just passable. He has excellent manual dexterity and hand-eye coordination, which makes him good at small, exact movements like removing bullets, finding and clamping arteries, and the like, but that's fairly unremarkable in his peer group.

Elisha doesn't have the heaviest accent when he speaks, but it's still enough to identify him as distinctly northern, and - for people who have previously encountered others with similar patterns of pronunciation - it's a pretty good indicator of his home state and even the region he's from. He doesn't have any notable verbal tics, but he swears a lot more than he used to when he finds himself in high-pressure situations, his phrases of choice usually a combination of profanities and blasphemy ("for the love of Christ," "God dammit," etc.).

He tries to stay clean and exercise proper hygiene as best he can given the situation he's in. Like most other medical personnel, he understands that there's a connection between unsanitary conditions and disease, even though he doesn't know why. He brushes his teeth, keeps his nails short, and bathes/washes his clothes when he can (albeit, almost always in river or lake water). Depending on where the field hospital is established, however, opportunities are usually scarce (if available at all, depending on the time of year), and his appearance reflects that - his hair is usually limp at the roots from accumulated oil and he doesn't smell great. For practical reasons (as well as a lack of disease transmission knowledge) Elisha doesn't wear gloves when he operates: seeing as they're made of leather, they tend to be cumbersome, which makes it hard to hold small tools, get into tiny spaces, or to be precise as needed. Although he rinses the blood off of his hands after surgeries, he still usually has crescents of dirt and dried blood under his nails for about a day following.

Elisha's hair is the color of old straw, kept cut to an inch below his chin. He tucks it behind his ears until the cold weather hits; while he doesn't like the feeling of it against his cheeks, that's far preferable to having his ears totally exposed to the cold. He keeps a short beard and mustache year-round; they, like his eyebrows, are a few shades darker than his hair.

He is fortunate enough to have a pretty strong immune system and has only been life-threateningly ill once: when he contracted typhus during a widespread outbreak in the winter of 1862. During this time, he sincerely believed, and with good reason, that he was going to die; although the infection greatly weakened him, he lived through it and emerged with acquired immunity.


personality & politics

Elisha's practical, decisive, and generally thinks in details and logistics rather than abstract ideas. He's very good at compartmentalizing, an absolute necessity during times of war, but it's come at a gradually increasing price: viewing his surgeries with the same sort of detachment he felt when dissecting cadavers in medical school. Although Elisha's compassionate when he's not in the operating theatre, and even when he is, he's not cruel, blocking out groans and screams has gradually transformed into feelings of frustration and resentment toward patients that don't stay quiet during surgeries.

Experience has made him a pretty confident judge of who will live and who will die. His detachment makes it possible for him to move through cases very quickly, but he's fast to write patients off as hopeless; when this is the case, he doesn't bother attempting surgery, which he morally justifies through the belief that the particular tendency allows him to treat more people than he would otherwise. He does, however, tell his subordinates to administer pain-relieving substances when possible.

Elisha misses civilian life, but is growing increasingly distanced from it. More and more, he feels like he's watching 'normal' life from behind a window, and although he avoids thinking about it--he has enough to worry about as it is--a growing, nagging fear that he'll come back from war as a person with no place in civilian society always lurks in the back of his mind.

He's also become more aggressive and resentful on the whole since seeing combat, and his vague moral and religious opposition to slavery has grown into vehement abolitionist sentiment. Before the war Elisha hadn't actually seen slavery or had a real conversation with anyone who had been enslaved, so the severity of it wasn't as "real" to him - it was abstract, something that could be pushed to the back of his mind. He's less gentle with wounded Confederate prisoners than he used to be and no longer bothers to verbally reassure them, and by 1864, he's downright rough in moving them and is extremely reluctant to use any anaesthetic or mind-altering substances on prisoners to ease their pain if there are any Union wounded around. The latter tendency is in part a practical one, as by that point he knows that it's critical to be as conservative with opiates, chloroform, alcohol, and their near neighbors because he's been in multiple shortage situations, but there's also an underlying repressed desire to see the people responsible for causing the suffering he's required to treat 'pay'.

To the very end, however, Elisha remains compassionate toward animals, and can't bear to see them in pain. His ideas on animal welfare and what constitutes abuse are notably ahead of the curve; some of the very common and normalized practices of his time, such as whipping draft animals and the use of checkrains, are things he finds deeply distressing. He's read Horace Bushnell's seminal "Essay on Animals" enough times since its publication in 1963 to be able to accurately quote it in conversation and wholeheartedly believes in its message. Although the essay will ultimately go on to inspire Anna Sewell's Black Beauty and trigger a sea change in the treatment of animals, Elisha is killed by the shrapnel from a Confederate artillery misfire before he can witness it. He is lowered into his grave at the newly designated Arlington National Cemetery only 12 years before its publication.

His awareness of the unsavory ways in which he's begun to change is fairly recent, and it more than anything else terrifies him. It came to a head during the battle of Fredricksburg, which was the busiest and most overwhelmed he'd ever been - he was taking off a limb and his unanaesthetized patient wouldn't stop screaming and crying, not entirely atypical. Elisha was struck with the strong intrusive image of putting a hand on the young man's mouth and suffocating him to death - as well as an intense, frightening urge to do so. He didn't, of course, and it subsided after the finished the operation and found a moment to collect himself, but the vivid recollection of his feelings in that moment haunts and disturbs him.


background

Elisha was born to educated middle-class parents as the eldest child and only son of four siblings. His father was a doctor until his passing in 1857; his mother wrote a women's column in the local paper that transformed into a women's political newsletter as the succession movement gained more traction down south. He writes to her and his two unmarried sisters, who still live in the family home, on a weekly basis.

Elisha spent a great deal of his adolescence hanging around his father's clinic, assisting in routine procedures and, starting around the age of 17, abortions performed in secret as well. He was privileged enough to attend a 4-year medical college overseas - Cambridge - where he received more "hands on" experience and exposure to current ideas than he would have at an American school. He learned German during that time to keep up with the latest advances in medicine, most of which were happening on the other side of the English Channel, but his speaking skills have faded with disuse.

Despite his education, he, like everyone else, was utterly unprepared for the level of carnage the war would bring - although he'd dissected cadavers, Elisha entered the military with virtually no prior surgical experience at all, and when he received his officer's commission a month after the attack on Fort Sumter, he'd never even seen an amputation or shrapnel wound in his life.

The war, however, didn't seem to care. In the hectic period before some semblance of organization was brought to the medical sector of the U.S. Army, he and his fellow medical personnel learned most of the procedures they actually needed to know by experience. He adapted quickly, slightly faster than the physicians who had been educated in America, but for the first few months of the war, Elisha still voluntarily (and gratefully) took the back seat to the career surgeons who had during peacetime occupied a lower socioeconomic tier than he and his fellow physicians. Although he has a strong stomach, some of the things that would ultimately become a routine sight for him were at the time more horrifying than he could have ever imagined at that point in his life, necessitating on three separate occasions that he leave the operating theatre to vomit.

He has since adapted to what these situations demand of him on a psychological level, but at the cost of intense burnout: Elisha Harper is tired of being a surgeon, he's tired of being an officer, he's tired of having the responsibility of running the "shitshow" of an under-supplied army hospital, he's tired of Grant's command, and he's tired of being at war.


credit
This profile is a mix of a few different design elements - I wrote the code, but the title/subtitle design is courtesy of transilience and the section header designs are modified from a concept by pastries.