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» Name: Donald "Ducky" Mallard
» Fandom: NCIS
» Reference: http://ncis.wikia.com/wiki/Donald_Mallard
» Canon Point: End of Season six "Aliyah"
» Gender: Male
» Age: Seventy one or seventy two. Canon never specifies.
» Orientation:
Presumed heterosexual (Confirmed bachelor). Ducky has never been married or shown to be in a long term relationship before, but he has had brief relationships with women both before throughout the series, the most recent of which being a fellow doctor named Dr. Jordan Hampton. Outside of this, he is a consummate flirt, and often shows his appreciation for the fairer sex while interacting with them or speaking of them to others.
» Personality:
Ducky is...a unique individual. A medical examiner for NCIS, he spends most of his time in the autopsy room, and has a curious habit of often speaking to the dead, sometimes rather at length. His stories extend to the living as well, and he will often digress from a current conversation into a tangential story if the topic at hand strikes a memory of an old case or similar scenario.
He is well traveled, and speaks fluent French, German and Swahili on top of his native English, as well as having an intimate knowledge of Greek and Latin. It is quite obvious, from his stories and little anecdotes that he's picked up a variety of odd bits of knowledge and talents, from medieval torture devices, ancient tattoo techniques, and sword fighting to the composition of certain exotic drinks that one would rather not know. He is a known fan of opera, dance, and the arts, from Vivaldi to and Mozart to the ballet Giselle and even comedy like the Marx brothers' 'A Night at the Opera.'
On top of being the medical examiner for NCIS, Ducky performs a number of other tasks for the team, including acting as a field doctor to the team, having not only patched Gibbs up after his third wife went after him with a seven iron, but also clearing the team on several occasions from possible plague threats and radiation exposure. He also does criminal psychological profiling on occasion, having gotten a degree in forensic psychology on top of his medical degree.
He is somewhat old fashioned, and fully admits to being a bit of a chauvinist for although he believes in equality between men and women, he does also see women as needing to be protected to an extent by men. He once mentioned to Gibbs that 'women will never be equal to men, until they are equal in death', after Kate's death by sniper fire. However, he is chivalrous towards the women he meets, both alive and otherwise, and is quite aware of their modesty, even to the point of apologizing once or twice for such intrusions he is placing upon them while they're on his table.
Every morning he starts a pot of water for tea in his lab and keeps a bottle of scotch in his desk, for when it's needed. His ringtone is set to 'Scotland the Brave'.
Ducky has high respect for the dead, and has chastised his assistant, Jimmy Palmer, more than once for cracking jokes at the deceased's expense.
But for all his eccentricities, he is considered somewhat of a favored uncle or grandfather figure to most of the team.
» Appearance:
Ducky can usually be found either in his surgical scrubs or, when out of his lab, in a selection of classic suits, collared shirts, suspenders and bowties. He is still quite spry for his age, and wears his clothing well. He has glasses and sandy brown hair, which is covered in a khaki bucket hat when he's out visiting a crime scene.
SAMPLES
» "amatomnes" Entry:
[Ducky at least is quite comfortable with the workings of this device he’s been given, though his face is turned away from the screen as it starts recording as if he‘s busy speaking to someone else. In the background is a slightly charmed looking maid, whom he‘s smiling at, and he seems to have gotten distracted from addressing the device in lieu of telling an anecdote.]
--reminds me of a case I came across several years ago. A young couple had found themselves stranded in a foreign clime, and had no other recourse but to sell their--
[He trails off as the maid points out the red blinking light, turning to face the screen at last with a look very much akin to concern on his face, his previous story forgotten.]
Ah yes. This lovely young lady was quite kind enough to explain to me the basic workings of this interesting piece of technology, though she was rather...vague in other respects, as I confess I haven't the slightest idea how I've come to be here.
[More than likely, the poor maid hasn’t gotten the chance to get a word in edgewise the moment Ducky had thought of an analogy to apply to the situation.]
Tell me, does anyone have any clues with which to unravel this mystery that has befallen me?
» "amatomneslogs" Entry:
To dream...To dream was quite normal, and utterly unordinary in a night of deep slumber. Even such dreams as this, dreams of a quite...intimate nature, occurred on occasion, though not nearly as often as they used to, not at his age. It was still quite the pleasant experience: the memory of soft skin so close to his own, the intimacy of two bodies entwined, the soft sounds from her and the bed they shared in their passion. What was unusual was that the lady in question he couldn't recognize when normally there would be a face, even a vague one, recognizable in his mind.
Ducky woke slowly, first aware of the sunlight streaming unfiltered through the window, where it should have been shuttered away in his bedroom. The second thing he became aware of was the lack of dogs either sleeping near him or clamoring for attention the moment they sensed he was awake. How curious. He sat up, noting rather quickly as the sheet slid down his bare body that his usual nighttime sleepwear was quite absent, leaving him in the nude with no recollection of becoming so. He couldn't even recall going to bed last night, not could he fathom just how it was he'd ended up here of all places.
"Fascinating..." He muttered as he climbed out of bed, finally taking notice of his surroundings. It was reminiscent of a general Mediterranean influence, specifically Greek, with a few antiquated 'modern' amenities scattered about. It was certainly a place he'd never been to before, nor recognized from any crime scene photo, case file, or the occasional travel brochure he'd glanced at for ideas on vacations.
A mirror across from the bed he'd woken in caught his eye briefly though to him, nothing seemed amiss. He was quite comfortable with his own nudity as he was with his own body, and the medical tags around his neck barely merited a second glance as they were one of the few pieces of jewelry he rarely if ever removed.
Finding his clothing from work in a neat little pile was another surprise, proving in his mind, as he dressed, that whatever had happened last night, he had never made it home, and into his own bed. Kidnapping wasn’t out of the question, although who would kidnap a medical examiner to a place like Greece? Certainly not Ari... Ari had held him hostage in his own lab after all, he had no need to resort to such theatrics. Nor did anyone else that Ducky could recall as a potential perpetrator to this strange development.
It was such an odd setting for any sort of illicit doings, kidnapping aside. Why, he hadn't been in even a remotely similar locale for decades, since he had taken a year of study in Athens, on the recommendation of a correspondent he'd long kept from his time in university.
But it was all wrong, all wrong. There the villa he'd been in had been facing west to the ocean, not the south...was he on an island? And on second look even the Grecian setting didn't seem as correct as it had at first glance; a sense of wrongness, that it was off pervaded the seemingly resort-like appearance of the place.
His puzzling thoughts were interrupted by the entrance of an unfamiliar though quite attractive maid, who looked rather relieved that he’d gotten himself dressed, and said as much when he inquired politely as to her health. Perhaps she would be able to explain the situation to him, as it were.
» Name: Donald "Ducky" Mallard
» Fandom: NCIS
» Reference: http://ncis.wikia.com/wiki/Donald_Mallard
» Canon Point: End of Season six "Aliyah"
» Gender: Male
» Age: Seventy one or seventy two. Canon never specifies.
» Orientation:
Presumed heterosexual (Confirmed bachelor). Ducky has never been married or shown to be in a long term relationship before, but he has had brief relationships with women both before throughout the series, the most recent of which being a fellow doctor named Dr. Jordan Hampton. Outside of this, he is a consummate flirt, and often shows his appreciation for the fairer sex while interacting with them or speaking of them to others.
» Personality:
Ducky is...a unique individual. A medical examiner for NCIS, he spends most of his time in the autopsy room, and has a curious habit of often speaking to the dead, sometimes rather at length. His stories extend to the living as well, and he will often digress from a current conversation into a tangential story if the topic at hand strikes a memory of an old case or similar scenario.
He is well traveled, and speaks fluent French, German and Swahili on top of his native English, as well as having an intimate knowledge of Greek and Latin. It is quite obvious, from his stories and little anecdotes that he's picked up a variety of odd bits of knowledge and talents, from medieval torture devices, ancient tattoo techniques, and sword fighting to the composition of certain exotic drinks that one would rather not know. He is a known fan of opera, dance, and the arts, from Vivaldi to and Mozart to the ballet Giselle and even comedy like the Marx brothers' 'A Night at the Opera.'
On top of being the medical examiner for NCIS, Ducky performs a number of other tasks for the team, including acting as a field doctor to the team, having not only patched Gibbs up after his third wife went after him with a seven iron, but also clearing the team on several occasions from possible plague threats and radiation exposure. He also does criminal psychological profiling on occasion, having gotten a degree in forensic psychology on top of his medical degree.
He is somewhat old fashioned, and fully admits to being a bit of a chauvinist for although he believes in equality between men and women, he does also see women as needing to be protected to an extent by men. He once mentioned to Gibbs that 'women will never be equal to men, until they are equal in death', after Kate's death by sniper fire. However, he is chivalrous towards the women he meets, both alive and otherwise, and is quite aware of their modesty, even to the point of apologizing once or twice for such intrusions he is placing upon them while they're on his table.
Every morning he starts a pot of water for tea in his lab and keeps a bottle of scotch in his desk, for when it's needed. His ringtone is set to 'Scotland the Brave'.
Ducky has high respect for the dead, and has chastised his assistant, Jimmy Palmer, more than once for cracking jokes at the deceased's expense.
But for all his eccentricities, he is considered somewhat of a favored uncle or grandfather figure to most of the team.
» Appearance:
Ducky can usually be found either in his surgical scrubs or, when out of his lab, in a selection of classic suits, collared shirts, suspenders and bowties. He is still quite spry for his age, and wears his clothing well. He has glasses and sandy brown hair, which is covered in a khaki bucket hat when he's out visiting a crime scene.
SAMPLES
» "amatomnes" Entry:
[Ducky at least is quite comfortable with the workings of this device he’s been given, though his face is turned away from the screen as it starts recording as if he‘s busy speaking to someone else. In the background is a slightly charmed looking maid, whom he‘s smiling at, and he seems to have gotten distracted from addressing the device in lieu of telling an anecdote.]
--reminds me of a case I came across several years ago. A young couple had found themselves stranded in a foreign clime, and had no other recourse but to sell their--
[He trails off as the maid points out the red blinking light, turning to face the screen at last with a look very much akin to concern on his face, his previous story forgotten.]
Ah yes. This lovely young lady was quite kind enough to explain to me the basic workings of this interesting piece of technology, though she was rather...vague in other respects, as I confess I haven't the slightest idea how I've come to be here.
[More than likely, the poor maid hasn’t gotten the chance to get a word in edgewise the moment Ducky had thought of an analogy to apply to the situation.]
Tell me, does anyone have any clues with which to unravel this mystery that has befallen me?
» "amatomneslogs" Entry:
To dream...To dream was quite normal, and utterly unordinary in a night of deep slumber. Even such dreams as this, dreams of a quite...intimate nature, occurred on occasion, though not nearly as often as they used to, not at his age. It was still quite the pleasant experience: the memory of soft skin so close to his own, the intimacy of two bodies entwined, the soft sounds from her and the bed they shared in their passion. What was unusual was that the lady in question he couldn't recognize when normally there would be a face, even a vague one, recognizable in his mind.
Ducky woke slowly, first aware of the sunlight streaming unfiltered through the window, where it should have been shuttered away in his bedroom. The second thing he became aware of was the lack of dogs either sleeping near him or clamoring for attention the moment they sensed he was awake. How curious. He sat up, noting rather quickly as the sheet slid down his bare body that his usual nighttime sleepwear was quite absent, leaving him in the nude with no recollection of becoming so. He couldn't even recall going to bed last night, not could he fathom just how it was he'd ended up here of all places.
"Fascinating..." He muttered as he climbed out of bed, finally taking notice of his surroundings. It was reminiscent of a general Mediterranean influence, specifically Greek, with a few antiquated 'modern' amenities scattered about. It was certainly a place he'd never been to before, nor recognized from any crime scene photo, case file, or the occasional travel brochure he'd glanced at for ideas on vacations.
A mirror across from the bed he'd woken in caught his eye briefly though to him, nothing seemed amiss. He was quite comfortable with his own nudity as he was with his own body, and the medical tags around his neck barely merited a second glance as they were one of the few pieces of jewelry he rarely if ever removed.
Finding his clothing from work in a neat little pile was another surprise, proving in his mind, as he dressed, that whatever had happened last night, he had never made it home, and into his own bed. Kidnapping wasn’t out of the question, although who would kidnap a medical examiner to a place like Greece? Certainly not Ari... Ari had held him hostage in his own lab after all, he had no need to resort to such theatrics. Nor did anyone else that Ducky could recall as a potential perpetrator to this strange development.
It was such an odd setting for any sort of illicit doings, kidnapping aside. Why, he hadn't been in even a remotely similar locale for decades, since he had taken a year of study in Athens, on the recommendation of a correspondent he'd long kept from his time in university.
But it was all wrong, all wrong. There the villa he'd been in had been facing west to the ocean, not the south...was he on an island? And on second look even the Grecian setting didn't seem as correct as it had at first glance; a sense of wrongness, that it was off pervaded the seemingly resort-like appearance of the place.
His puzzling thoughts were interrupted by the entrance of an unfamiliar though quite attractive maid, who looked rather relieved that he’d gotten himself dressed, and said as much when he inquired politely as to her health. Perhaps she would be able to explain the situation to him, as it were.
