Javier García Reyes

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Name:
Javier García Reyes

Age: 27
Gender: Male.
Species: Human.
Planet of Origin: Earth.
Occupation: Veterinarian

Physical Description: Javier measures to be 6’2”. His build is fairly average – he doesn’t play football nearly as much as he’d have to to get their build. His light-brown hair lies in disarray on his head, looking like a mop of dirt - according to his mother, anyway. When he has to go to work, he usually flattens it out and attempts to make it look presentable, but he generally just leaves it to its own devices. His eyebrows are thick and dark, bringing out the pale amber of his eyes. On most days, he doesn’t bother with shaving, so he has brown stubble. Although he can look intimidating to his assistants when he’s caught up in his work, the Spaniard usually looks very relaxed. His grin is bright and white, something he prides himself on.

Personality: Cheerful. If there’s any word that describes the Spaniard, it’s ‘cheerful’. His mother used to joke that the boy came out laughing. He looks at the bright side of anything and everything – and, when he can’t find a bright side, he blithely thinks about how things could be worse. His optimism can rub some people the wrong way, particularly when he tries to teach them how to share his “half-full” view of the world. Despite his natural enthusiasm for anything and everything that comes his way, Javier does know when his happiness needs to be keyed down, particularly when someone comes to him with their sick animal.

Impractical. With great optimism comes unrealistic expectations of the world. Javier’s been accused – quite correctly, too – of having his head in the clouds and he needs to put his feet on the ground. He has high expectations for himself, and he expects others around him to also meet those expectations. He rushes into things without thinking of them and expects them to go well. Javier tends to do things that please him at the moment instead of thinking about the long-term consequences.

Personable. Whether it’s his open, genuine smile or his confident demeanor, the Spaniard attracts friends like a picnic attracts ants. He picks up on body language intuitively – something that can be attributed to having to observe animals, who simply can’t tell him what’s wrong – and adjusts his over-bearing personality as much as he can. He’s a natural flirt, although he gets flustered and embarrassed when people flirt back. He’s thick with the charming simplicity of his country.

Disorganized. Much to his mother’s annoyance, Javier has never been organized. Late since birth – a month after his due date – that habit seemed to stay with him for life. He’d lose his own head if it weren’t attached. His apartment is cluttered with Post-It notes reminding him of things. Of course, due to his short-attention span, there are sometimes four or five with the same message written within twenty minutes of each other. The only time he consciously puts an effort into stay organized is his office at work.

History: It was when he was ten that he decided he wanted – nay, needed – to become a vet. His family had recently bought him a cat, and Javier accidentally let her out of the house while he was rushing to school an hour late. Despite his attempts to catch her, a dog outran him. To make a gory story short, Javier had felt sick to his stomach because there wasn’t anything he could do for his kitten that had bled to death after the dog had gotten bored of her. The nuns at his Catholic school had sensed his distress and, after reassuring him that it was God’s plan the kitten should be slaughtered viciously, suggested that it was also God’s plan that he see the murder of little Anacelia. Like a boulder to the head, it hit Javi that he wanted to keep all the animals alive. This idealistic mission in life, Javier buckled himself down and switched his schooling focus from languages to biology and chemistry.

When he had proudly informed his parents of his decision, his father had merely smiled, nodded, and asked if Javier wanted another cat. His mother had tried to dissuade him by telling him of all the long and terrible years he’d have to suffer through with college. It was something that would sway a normal ten year old boy, but Javier was exceptionally stubborn at this stage in life. After a year and Javier’s intentions hadn’t swayed at all, his parents eventually relented and told him that they would support him in any way that they could.

Fast forward sixteen years. Javier, now a doctor of medicine, had landed himself a rather excellent job in a rather excellent veterinarian hospital. He was known for how remarkably well he got along with both animals and their owners, and, although he had given up his impractical idea that he could save all the animals in Spain, he was still a top-notch vet. (The best, if you ask his mother, but she’s a little biased). Despite his life-long goal being achieved, he still doesn’t feel it yet. He feels like he did when he first decided to become a vet; full of excitement and anticipation.

It was when he was attending a football game – in Wales, because those Welsh wanted to lose on their own turf – that he found what he was missing. He had wandered out into the streets to explore the city when he’d seen a blue box. The box itself was wholly unremarkable to the Spaniard, because it wasn’t as though he knew that style had gone out years ago. What was remarkable to him, however, was how it just sort of faded from existence. Convinced that he was losing his sanity, he Googled ‘weird blue box going away’, and discovered, to his relative annoyance, that there were a few others back in the depths of Google that had seen what he had seen, but there weren’t answers.

He’s relocated to England due to the hospital becoming affiliated with one in London. He was content with helping animals and their owners, and he’s almost pushed the strange box out of his head. Almost.

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