KARAKURA HOSPITAL APPLICATION
Out-Of-Character (OOC) Section
IGN (In-Game Name):
Golden_Artworks
What is your discord username?
goldenartworks
Describe your activity on the server:
My activity on the server tends to vary and has varied, There are times where I can be seen actively roleplaying with others and other times where I'm not, I can usually be seen on at least 1-4 hours or half the day, I try to be on for at least 3 hours a day but with adhd that can sometimes be later than never.
What is your timezone?:
Cst | Central
List your current and past applications:
Denied https://schoolrp.net/threads/golden_artworks-ems-psychiatrist-application.71801/
List your current roles on the server:
Currently I have no other roles to mention besides the basic ones everybody gets.
What experiences do you have with roleplay?:
I'd say the amount of experience can vary on my memory, I have been in different servers throughout 5-7 years of my time knowing minecraft, I have been on srp for 4 years or so, I have been in countless different positions in roleplay ranging from family roleplay to crimerp, I review the rules about every week or so to keep myself up to date and to ensure I can correct some friends if they happen to mess something up. I have been within several roleplaying servers several of which ranged from the time frames, I enjoyed my time within them and wish I could have done more with them.
What is your motivation for applying?
My motivation for applying is to improve my knowledge and widen it with more information that I can achieve while being in a faction such as Hospital, I have attempted once before and have mentioned that I was waivering between KPD and EMS and chose EMS specifically because I felt a connection to it which I will continue to strive and run for. I want to ensure others have the chance for the ability to not have to skiprp some of the situations they must because a doctor is afk or possibly offline. I strive to make myself better within roleplay and other things, I want to be a better self than I have ever been. This is just another opportunity that has approached me and I'm gonna introduce myself to and accept.
Which role are you applying for?
(Doctor or Psychiatrist)
Doctor
What knowledge do you have of the roles within the Hospital Faction?
Hospital Director
The Hospital Director is the one in charge of everything that has to do with the doctors, paramedics, psychiatrists and other staff within the hospital faction as well as keeping public relations, keeping the hospital in shape and proper working condition
Paramedics
The Paramedics are the on-scene doctors or surgeons, They are responsible for ensuring the patients condition is operable or to examine a patient. They are to ensure the patient is alive and remaining alive until they are to arrive upon the OR in which they are to be treated by a surgeon or doctor depending on how dire their situation is. Paramedics are to respond to hospital calls and retrieve the patients.
Doctors
Doctors can be seen as general doctors that do daily checkups or a surgeon who is responsible for ensuring surgeries and operations run smoothly and are done properly. They are also responsible to monitor their patients condition and respond to it as necessary, If a situation is extremely dire doctors will arrive on scene with Paramedics to serve and make sure the patient is stable.
Psychiatrists
Psychiatrists are responsible to monitoring, handing over advice, ensuring a patient can get what they need from the pharmacy. They can assist within the lobby to look out for patients or procced with the sessions they have for that day in specific.
Do you acknowledge that if training is held whilst you are online, you are expected to attend or you will be punished?
I do acknowledge if training is held while I'm online, I'm expected to attend or I will be punished in which I will accept any and all punishments that are to be received for not attending training while I'm online.
In-Character (IC) Section
SECTION 1: PERSONAL DETAILS
Character’s Full Name:
"I am Mendel Ozitiyo."
Character’s Gender and Pronouns:
"My gender is Male and my pronouns are He/Him."
Character’s Age (if accepted):
"I am 44 years old."
Character’s Academic Background:
(Grade-12/Bachelor/Masters/PhD)
Character’s Nationality:
"I am Canadian."
Character’s Marital Status:
"I am currently widowed."
Character’s Religious Denomination:
"Well, I'm agnostic and open to any religion that somebody follows."
Character’s Spoken Languages:
"I know Korean, I can write it and speak it maybe not as well as Japanese but its still there."
Character Backstory:
Took a seat and sat down with his bag to the seat's side “So, You want to know my past? Alright then, The year was 1980, my mother gave birth to me within a hospital within Toronto, Canada. My father owned a one-story house with a tiny garage to the side. We had a Chesapeake Bay Retriever named ‘Cheddar’. I personally loved her, She was quite the bundle of joy in my eyes. My father originally got her as a hunting dog for my brother, he took her out and trained her and all that stuff. My father was a hard-headed man, never letting anything go past him without his knowledge. You could say he was respected by his colleagues for his ability to buy them drinks whenever they went out to bars. He'd always come back drunk and aggressive, something he’d always say to me that his father told him was something to do with never working without a drink. I didn’t understand what he was talking about until I got older myself and started working. My mother was a doll and a beauty. She wore these beautiful cardigans, bright and colorful makeup which to me adorned her luscious brown hair. She had some gorgeous blue eyes which you would see behind some fancy glasses she wore. Her personality wasn’t exactly what you’d think from her looks, Though it's like they say, don’t judge a book by its cover. If you’d ask the neighbors they’d say she was a meek, gregarious woman with a kind heart but to me… You’d hear that she was one wicked woman. “
“She was a resentful, power-Hungry, exasperated and demanding woman. My mother made me work out in the garden whenever I got on her nerves. She didn’t care what I did out there, just that I was out of the house. She always talked terribly about the neighbors and me whenever she thought we weren’t around though at times she did outright say them in our range of hearing. I stayed at home working for my mother until I was able to go to school which they made happen when I was 10. I don’t know how they did it, but it wasn’t good for me. As soon as I got up one day my mother came in my room and threw some fancy looking clothes on my bed and just told me to wear them then go to her so she could do my hair, She made sure I looked my best in her own eyes when the others weren’t as fancy lookin’ as me. After a day at school of utter bitterness and laughter from everyone who saw me, I came home to no greeting by cheddar. I went to my mothers room and asked her about it, and she just said he was outside.” Mendel sighed and rolled his eyes as he continued to talk “I shouldn’t have gone out to look. What I saw when I went out was a blood trail followed by a gunshot. I followed it and found my dad holding his hunting rifle at cheddar.”
“My father just shook his head at me and sat his gun down before gripping a bottle of alcohol, at that point that's when I knew that he was drunk, and I spotted a bite mark on his hand. I learned that day that my father was a terrible man, and so was my mother for not stopping him. I was a crying mess over cheddar and all my father did was drink and slap me away dragging the body out into the woods for the other animals. Furthermore, I refused to speak with them for the next weeks and, through the utter abuse I went through from my fathers drinking, I should’ve realized then that they were trying to shape me into him which obviously worked partially.” Waved his hand before anybody could speak “I will get to that later on in the story, As I was saying going through what I went through I excelled at school though everyone hated me and despised me I pushed through for my own good. When I first became seventeen my father and mother asked me where I wanted to work so did my teachers, my father said I should work at the lumber mill, but I shook my head and dismissed that suggestion, my mother said to work at a modeling agency, but again I refused as I have no interest in models it's a waste of time. As for my teachers they just gave me a paper with potential jobs and I circled one that I thought might help me become something that wasn’t a broken man wanting to make his parents proud. I chose to be a doctor, Everybody in that dang classroom laughed at me and said I would never be able to with how quiet I was with certain people. Of course, I snapped at them and shut them up with some knowledge about how they perceived me when they should be bettering their own lives. There was only one teacher that supported my dream but even then he was no better than the rest of them. I went back to my parents to tell them of what I wanted to do, my father nodded in approval before learning of how expensive it would be and just denied me money as for my mother she just gave me half of the amount that was needed leaving me with making at least seven thousand at my age while the job I was placed at only gave me six Canadian dollars per hour. I forgot to mention, but before I even got the job I had failed my learners permit five times in fifty days before I was even able to pass and even then I wasn’t able to get a car and my parents refused to let me drive theirs, so like most teens I jacked a bike and used it leaving ten Canadian dollars behind since I didn’t know the owner of it. Though it wasn’t always reliable I made use of the time I had with it riding it everywhere I needed to go. Even if it was mainly just home and to work which was at a gas station where I worked the register, stocked up the shelves and made sure the gas prices were set properly. Even though I pretty well worked there full-time I was making a decent living. I still felt like I was behind on something. I calculated the time I had worked and how much money I had made. It was twenty-nine weeks of full-time work where I pretty well slept at the station to do overtime. I had to endure hearing earfuls whenever I’d come home from work when I was forced to take breaks as I was determined to stay away from my parents.”
“My father just shook his head at me and sat his gun down before gripping a bottle of alcohol, at that point that's when I knew that he was drunk, and I spotted a bite mark on his hand. I learned that day that my father was a terrible man, and so was my mother for not stopping him. I was a crying mess over cheddar and all my father did was drink and slap me away dragging the body out into the woods for the other animals. Furthermore, I refused to speak with them for the next weeks and, through the utter abuse I went through from my fathers drinking, I should’ve realized then that they were trying to shape me into him which obviously worked partially.” Waved his hand before anybody could speak “I will get to that later on in the story, As I was saying going through what I went through I excelled at school though everyone hated me and despised me I pushed through for my own good. When I first became seventeen my father and mother asked me where I wanted to work so did my teachers, my father said I should work at the lumber mill, but I shook my head and dismissed that suggestion, my mother said to work at a modeling agency, but again I refused as I have no interest in models it's a waste of time. As for my teachers they just gave me a paper with potential jobs and I circled one that I thought might help me become something that wasn’t a broken man wanting to make his parents proud. I chose to be a doctor, Everybody in that dang classroom laughed at me and said I would never be able to with how quiet I was with certain people. Of course, I snapped at them and shut them up with some knowledge about how they perceived me when they should be bettering their own lives. There was only one teacher that supported my dream but even then he was no better than the rest of them. I went back to my parents to tell them of what I wanted to do, my father nodded in approval before learning of how expensive it would be and just denied me money as for my mother she just gave me half of the amount that was needed leaving me with making at least seven thousand at my age while the job I was placed at only gave me six Canadian dollars per hour. I forgot to mention, but before I even got the job I had failed my learners permit five times in fifty days before I was even able to pass and even then I wasn’t able to get a car and my parents refused to let me drive theirs, so like most teens I jacked a bike and used it leaving ten Canadian dollars behind since I didn’t know the owner of it. Though it wasn’t always reliable I made use of the time I had with it riding it everywhere I needed to go. Even if it was mainly just home and to work which was at a gas station where I worked the register, stocked up the shelves and made sure the gas prices were set properly. Even though I pretty well worked there full-time I was making a decent living. I still felt like I was behind on something. I calculated the time I had worked and how much money I had made. It was twenty-nine weeks of full-time work where I pretty well slept at the station to do overtime. I had to endure hearing earfuls whenever I’d come home from work when I was forced to take breaks as I was determined to stay away from my parents.”
Mendel pressed against his nose bridge as he took out a picture of his family. “Anyway let me move on with this, it's quite a long story, and I’m running out of time to tell it all. As you know I worked hard for the money to go to med school in which when I finally made it, it wasn’t how I thought it’d go. When I first started medical school I was swarmed with new information and some of the same expectations as before. My first year was primarily focused upon the building blocks or well building the foundations along with learning the basic sciences that would form as the backbone of clinical practice. “
“Most days were filled with lectures on anatomy, physiology and pathology, while the evenings I had to spend in the lab dissecting cadavers and poring over textbooks. Within my free time I would do what some artists have to do to learn anatomy. I constructed a model of the muscular and skeletal systems of the human body out of modeling clay, with the spare I had I used them to create model versions of the organs of the body resulting in my room being filled with Two lungs, two hearts, two stomachs, two brains, two kidneys, two pancreases and spleen, and finally two livers. Each model was of a healthy organ and the other an unhealthy one, I used them as a constant reminder of the differences between the two. My fulfillment and success of making it to med school was tempered by the sheer amount of material to learn and study in which the dreams I had weren’t as distant as you’d think, I was pushing forward no matter how anybody else perceived me. Though as that was happening I got a call from the police stating that my parents had died in a tragic vehicle accident, I held their funeral and had everything sorted out. Most of the other students didn’t think I’d have the precision and decisiveness that surgical practice required. Of course, we didn’t touch patients yet but because of shadowing opportunities, I spent some weekends observing surgeries. The first time I had to step into an OR, I watched timidly while the surgeon performed a laparoscopic appendectomy with steadiness and extreme precision.” Mendel reached down to open his bag as he took out a miniature version of the stomach.
“Within those moments of watching the surgeon carefully slide a thin long tube into the male's abdomen, I heard my name being called into the room. That's when I knew I was on the right path and would continue going down it no matter how impossibly long it felt."
“Most days were filled with lectures on anatomy, physiology and pathology, while the evenings I had to spend in the lab dissecting cadavers and poring over textbooks. Within my free time I would do what some artists have to do to learn anatomy. I constructed a model of the muscular and skeletal systems of the human body out of modeling clay, with the spare I had I used them to create model versions of the organs of the body resulting in my room being filled with Two lungs, two hearts, two stomachs, two brains, two kidneys, two pancreases and spleen, and finally two livers. Each model was of a healthy organ and the other an unhealthy one, I used them as a constant reminder of the differences between the two. My fulfillment and success of making it to med school was tempered by the sheer amount of material to learn and study in which the dreams I had weren’t as distant as you’d think, I was pushing forward no matter how anybody else perceived me. Though as that was happening I got a call from the police stating that my parents had died in a tragic vehicle accident, I held their funeral and had everything sorted out. Most of the other students didn’t think I’d have the precision and decisiveness that surgical practice required. Of course, we didn’t touch patients yet but because of shadowing opportunities, I spent some weekends observing surgeries. The first time I had to step into an OR, I watched timidly while the surgeon performed a laparoscopic appendectomy with steadiness and extreme precision.” Mendel reached down to open his bag as he took out a miniature version of the stomach.
“Within those moments of watching the surgeon carefully slide a thin long tube into the male's abdomen, I heard my name being called into the room. That's when I knew I was on the right path and would continue going down it no matter how impossibly long it felt."
“My second year there marked my transition from theory to practice. The focus shifted from the building blocks to clinical skills, and we had to begin applying our knowledge to real-life scenarios. That was also the year I got my first proper taste of Hospital Medicine. As part of our clerkship rotations, we had to begin shadowing physicians in different departments, spending afternoons in the wards, learning how to take patient histories, perform physical exams and develop differential diagnoses. I didn’t realize it then, but now I do, Hospital Medicine was such a huge eye-opener for me. From what I was told from those who fought with me, it wasn’t just about solving puzzles of the body or even diagnosing diseases, it was mainly about managing complex, multifaceted patients, many with possible or known multiple chronic conditions. I remember one patient that was a kind religious elderly woman who came in with pneumonia, but she also had heart failure, diabetes and early-stage dementia. I had to manage her care which required balancing medications, coordinating with the specialists and most importantly, providing reassurance to her anxious family who wouldn’t stop nagging about her. Furthermore, I realized at the moment that medicine was more about human connection as it was about science. “
“Midway through the year, I began to shadow surgeons more seriously, spending evenings and weekends in the OR, observing surgeries, asking questions and writing them down, as well as learning the steps involved in the procedures. The fast-paced, high-stakes environment of the operating room managed to drag me deeper into my interests in General Surgery. During one of the shadowing's I met a woman who was also shadowing the same things I was, I didn’t realize it, but I had fallen in love.”
“Midway through the year, I began to shadow surgeons more seriously, spending evenings and weekends in the OR, observing surgeries, asking questions and writing them down, as well as learning the steps involved in the procedures. The fast-paced, high-stakes environment of the operating room managed to drag me deeper into my interests in General Surgery. During one of the shadowing's I met a woman who was also shadowing the same things I was, I didn’t realize it, but I had fallen in love.”
"It wasn’t until the third year when it was time for core clinical rotations, where we spent several weeks in different specialties. I kept wondering as I anticipated my General Surgery rotation whether she would appear again and lead me astray or deepen my interests and cause me to bear a ring. General Surgery was exactly what I expected and even more. It was all challenging, exhausting, stressful, and exhilarating all at once. I started each day at four am which I would take one hour to meet with the woman of my dreams before I went into duty at five am where I’d start with rounds, checking on post-op patients, assessing their progress, and preparing for the long day ahead. The first few weeks were tiring and intense as I fell deeper into love with the woman, glorifying every second I got to spend with her. It wasn’t long until I called her my own and placed a ring upon her finger not taking a honeymoon off as we had to continue our time in the OR. “
“Adjusting to the rhythm of surgical life was extremely intense, and the operating room was like my second home where I spent hours learning from experienced surgeons, absorbing their techniques and approaches. One major highlight of the rotation was when I had to assist in my first major procedure, A bowel resection on a patient with colon cancer. When I held the instruments my body shook with extreme engrossment while I felt the immense responsibility of being part of a team that was quite literally holding somebody’s life in their hands. Dr. Kaplan, the attending surgeon, would challenge me to proceed thinking critically throughout the procedure, asking me to anticipate the next step or explain why a particular technique was being used. Surgery wasn’t just about the technical skills as some would say. The post-op care, following patients’ recoveries, and managing complications made me realize how surgery intertwined with hospital medicine. There were plenty of patients whose conditions could change rapidly after surgery or during it, and I had learned how essential it was to monitor even the slightest signs of distress-fevers, changes in blood pressure or abdominal pain. I couldn’t ignore none of it as I’d view it as a disgrace and look down upon anybody that ignored any possible symptoms. I gained an ability to make quicker decisions in the moments which were critical as I watched the senior residents and attending surgeons act with calm confidence. Ending off the third year my wife had gotten pregnant with our child, raising a child and having to continue your work within the OR was the most stressful situation I had ever been in and wish to never relive it.”
“Adjusting to the rhythm of surgical life was extremely intense, and the operating room was like my second home where I spent hours learning from experienced surgeons, absorbing their techniques and approaches. One major highlight of the rotation was when I had to assist in my first major procedure, A bowel resection on a patient with colon cancer. When I held the instruments my body shook with extreme engrossment while I felt the immense responsibility of being part of a team that was quite literally holding somebody’s life in their hands. Dr. Kaplan, the attending surgeon, would challenge me to proceed thinking critically throughout the procedure, asking me to anticipate the next step or explain why a particular technique was being used. Surgery wasn’t just about the technical skills as some would say. The post-op care, following patients’ recoveries, and managing complications made me realize how surgery intertwined with hospital medicine. There were plenty of patients whose conditions could change rapidly after surgery or during it, and I had learned how essential it was to monitor even the slightest signs of distress-fevers, changes in blood pressure or abdominal pain. I couldn’t ignore none of it as I’d view it as a disgrace and look down upon anybody that ignored any possible symptoms. I gained an ability to make quicker decisions in the moments which were critical as I watched the senior residents and attending surgeons act with calm confidence. Ending off the third year my wife had gotten pregnant with our child, raising a child and having to continue your work within the OR was the most stressful situation I had ever been in and wish to never relive it.”
“It became my final year of medical school where the focus shifted to preparing for residency. Hospital Medicine became a central part of my learning where I’d spent more time in internal medicine wards. Managing patients with complex, overlapping conditions. There I learned about the importance of continuity of care, while surgery could often provide immediate life-saving interventions, Hospital Medicine required patience, long-term planning, and deep collaboration with a variety of specialists even if they were tough on you. A most challenging case I managed during the fourth year was a patient with advanced liver disease who developed spontaneous bacterial peritonitis. The layers of complexity were immense and intense with balancing fluid levels, managing infections, and coordinating care with gastroenterologists and hepatologists. Every decision that was and was to be made had a ripple effect on the patients' outcome, During the moments I had a realization that no matter how skilled a surgeon may seem, the success of a patient's recovery is regularly depended upon the coordinated effort of the entire hospital team which could fall if it was given a true chance to. My General Surgery electives and wife during the time cemented my desire to pursue a surgical residency where I became more involved in the operating rooms, even performing parts of the procedures under the supervision of the senior residents. Some could say while I performed some parts I showed too much interest in the human anatomy that it concerned some that deemed it worrisome where I had a talk about containing my interest. I had also taken on more responsibility during post-op rounds, managing wound care, and discussing the recovery plans with the patients and their families.”
“Surgery had become my main passion as the lessons from Hospital Medicine would continue to shape me into a well-rounded physician. By the end of my time in medical school, I had experienced the full spectrum of patient care from the intensity of surgery to the complexity of hospital medicine. The four years taught me not only how to operate with skill but how to care for the wellbeing of the entire patient both before and after they leave the OR. As I prepared for my surgical residency, I knew that all the dual experiences would shape my approach to every new case I would encounter. So I went into training for General Surgery for a relative six years to pursue the dream of being a full on doctor and surgeon.” Mendel took a deep breath in and out as he continued to speak “I missed out on a few years of my child's life and some scenes I should have been a part of, which I fully regret but what I forgot to mention was the death of my wife and the birth of my son. She went into labor and died shortly after giving birth to my son, Kazz. I will admit with the amount of stress I was experiencing from medical school and the fact that my wife died while giving birth, I had some irrational resentment towards him to the point I left him with one of my wife's brothers who were married and took care of him until I got out of medical school where I took him back and raised him more myself. I delved deep into making him into a well-rounded individual who would turn out better than I would. I gave him a chance to learn Hebrew, and he took it. I might have forced it upon him, but he learned nonetheless.
“After the rest of the years he left me and went to Karakura where I never heard from him since, and I wasn’t doing well in Canada anymore, The hospital I was working at had to let go of certain employees due to a lawsuit that was placed against it, and they didn’t want the good ones to be involved. So I went on my way and landed here in Karakura where I’m going to pursue and keep my skills out of the dust and not let them go to waste.”
“Surgery had become my main passion as the lessons from Hospital Medicine would continue to shape me into a well-rounded physician. By the end of my time in medical school, I had experienced the full spectrum of patient care from the intensity of surgery to the complexity of hospital medicine. The four years taught me not only how to operate with skill but how to care for the wellbeing of the entire patient both before and after they leave the OR. As I prepared for my surgical residency, I knew that all the dual experiences would shape my approach to every new case I would encounter. So I went into training for General Surgery for a relative six years to pursue the dream of being a full on doctor and surgeon.” Mendel took a deep breath in and out as he continued to speak “I missed out on a few years of my child's life and some scenes I should have been a part of, which I fully regret but what I forgot to mention was the death of my wife and the birth of my son. She went into labor and died shortly after giving birth to my son, Kazz. I will admit with the amount of stress I was experiencing from medical school and the fact that my wife died while giving birth, I had some irrational resentment towards him to the point I left him with one of my wife's brothers who were married and took care of him until I got out of medical school where I took him back and raised him more myself. I delved deep into making him into a well-rounded individual who would turn out better than I would. I gave him a chance to learn Hebrew, and he took it. I might have forced it upon him, but he learned nonetheless.
“After the rest of the years he left me and went to Karakura where I never heard from him since, and I wasn’t doing well in Canada anymore, The hospital I was working at had to let go of certain employees due to a lawsuit that was placed against it, and they didn’t want the good ones to be involved. So I went on my way and landed here in Karakura where I’m going to pursue and keep my skills out of the dust and not let them go to waste.”
SECTION 2: MEDICAL HISTORY
What is your character’s medical speciality? Why did they choose this focus?
(Ensure this is appropriate to the position you have chosen. Some examples can be found here)
"I took on General Surgery and Hospital Medicine as I figured it would serve great use for future situations and opportunities to take. The feeling of figuring out what's causing a part of the body to fail or swell or anything is just exhilarating and I showed interest so I took the time to research and procced upon it. The thrill of figuring out what kind of medicine a patient takes and what they shouldn't can be quite a task when your hospital is filled with patients."
What medical residencies did your character take after medical school?
"I went for General Surgery within the medical facility I had graduated from. I did General Surgery training for six years which adding onto my medical school time I have taken it for ten years in total."
Does your character have any work experience in medical positions?
"I worked at a tiny hospital nearby where I shadowed and done several procedures already. I did that for about two years until I was let go. Other than that I have not done as much in the last years."
Has your character completed any additional schooling?
"I have not done any additional schooling besides Medical School for four years and medical residency for General Surgery for six years."
SECTION 3: CHARACTER KNOWLEDGE
Describe your character; how do they look, what makes them unique? How would they be perceived by others?
Mendel can be seen at a height of 6'4 looking well built for his age, He'd appear to have stubble scattered across his lower face with a small displeased grin while covering several different scars along his body. A scar could be seen from his collarbone to his shoulder blade, Another being a burn mark on his left knee. Cuts and imprints can be seen along his arms and hands while one arm in particular has stitches along the elbow. His hair is a dark brown which extends down past his shoulders in the form of a mullet. His eyes are grayish-brown with a small tiny cut under his left eye. Mendel can be seen as Snarky when he's not within the hospital, yet he has thoughtful advice and proceeds to help others no matter what.
How does your character act on and off duty?
Mendel tends to act the same on and off duty though with clear changes upon them. He tends to continue being Snarky towards the patients if they continue on rants or if he gets questioned about something outside of work. He will work confidently and ensure everything is running as planned and flowing properly. He'd ensure his posture and clothing isn't damaged or inappropriate.
Does your character function better on their own or with others?
Mendel can function well both ways but he does prefer to work with others as to ensure if he makes any possible mistakes he has somebody else there to help fix and repair it.
What plans does your character have for the future?
Mendel wishes to continue working within a hospital until he can retire and then he'll let whatever happens next happen, He does wish to restart a family within karakura to ensure his bloodline doesn't fully fade out.
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