shuffling through the halls of amity med is a doctor, moving like he knows exactly what he's supposed to be doing. don't be fooled - he's a little lost right now.
basic information.
full name: brice taylor wilson nicknames/aliases: b age: 34 dynamic: omega dob: march 12, 1991 place of birth: detroit, michigan current residence: colt beach, juniper bay ethnicity: caucasian gender: cis man pronouns: he/him orientation: demisexual biromantic religion: he has no clue occupation: attending physician at amity medical center
physical.
faceclaim: sebastian stan height: 6'0 weight: 172lbs eyes: blue hair: dark brown, thick, kind of shaggy but overall neat build: fit tattoos: laika on his left bicep, guitar on his right arm, snoopy and woodstock beneath his laika tattoo, crows on inner right wrist piercings: n/a distinguishing marks: n/a
personality.
zodiac: pisces mbti: istj, the logistician alignment: chaotic neutral likes: old jazz, hallmark movies (he'll die before he shares that with anyone), cooking something really nice for himself, days off where he can burrow into his nest and not be bothered, sunny mornings, summer rains dislikes: rain any other time of year, long social outings, anything that tastes too strongly of lemon or of artificial cherry, workplace drama (he's not having a good time right now), black coffee favorite color: brown positive traits: popular with his patients, a true romantic at heart, very in touch with his emotions despite always acting like he's not negative traits: can't show his emotions for shit, hesitant to go after what he wants, brushes things off so much you just might think he doesn't care scent: coffee and vanilla
relationships.
parents: mary wilson (mother, omega), arthur wilson (father, alpha) siblings: one younger brother children: none :( pets: also none :(( partner(s): :(((
biography.
in a city as big as detroit, it's easy to feel a little bit lonely. brice and his family lived in an apartment in a not-so-privileged part of town, a building cramped with more residents than their leases might have suggested. he went to a school with hundreds of kids, he made friends and did well enough in class that his teachers usually liked him. his kid brother tagged along everywhere he went, even if brice wished he'd hang out with kids his own age. he pretended not to hear his parents fuss about bills some nights, and tried not to think about it too much when he'd hear sirens ring out in the night. it wasn't the cushiest life, but brice had loved it anyway.
thing was, it still managed to feel lonely. he made friends knowing they didn't feel as strongly as he did about their relationship, he had one casual relationship before realizing he hated the idea and swearing off romances until he found someone he could be serious with, and every night he wound up in bed wondering if the unwelcome sense of isolation would ever go away. it was his mother, mary, who eventually caught on and suggested a change of scenery. it's hard to feel connected in a city so big, so why not try somewhere a little smaller?
she told him stories of the small town she'd lived in as a young child - juniper bay, just outside portland. and it sounded lovely, a close community where you could actually feel the difference you made, where you knew everyone's name. but oregon was a long way from michigan, from the apartment he'd lived his whole life in. so brice kept the idea on the back burner, graduated high school, and moved on to college. between his firefighter father and social worker mother, brice developed a strong desire to help people, and after a long talk with a former nurse-turned teacher his senior year, he decided to go into medicine. brice got himself a psychology degree in detroit, and after a short gap year to really think it through, the omega decided to leave michigan behind and head west.
after four years in med school out in salem, brice got a residency at amity medical center in juniper bay. and it was here that, for the first time in his life, he truly fell in love. elliot markovich was a brand-new attending psysician at time, there were hundreds of obvious reasons not to look too deep into the feelings blossoming in his chest - but those feelings were blossoming, there was no denying it. the best brice could do was ignore them and focus on his training. his residency in the emergency department only cemented for him that this was where he wanted to work, and so after completion he became an attending himself, staying at amity and within the town he'd come to consider home.
of course, years of residency meant he'd spent a lot of time with elliot - which meant his feelings only grew. even after becoming an attending, he was hesitant to bring it up. but, entering his thirties, brice was beginning to feel a sense of urgency. with no love life to speak of and a longing for a mate and family of his own, he was starting to realize his only two options were to either bury these feelings for elliot and put himself out there, or lay it all on the line. and after years of trying the first option, brice decided it was time to be bold and put his feelings out there. the plan was to wait until the end of their shift. brice came in bright and early, butterflies fluttering in his gut like he was teenager again -
but the butterflies died down after he caught the kiss.
it wasn't anything crazy. elliot was quick as he pressed a kiss to the young man's cheek - oliver, a nurse who'd started with them a year ago - it was so fast he was pretty sure no one else saw. but he saw, and it crushed him. of course, he ended up not telling elliot anything. and of course, he's kept up the silly bantering and playful dynamic the pair had built over the years. but ever since the kiss, brice has been feeling utterly miserable. where does he go from this? what is he supposed to do? is he even allowed to feel so heartbroken over someone he never even got with in the first place? with no answers, brice has spent the last few weeks feeling a little lost. more than a little, really, but that's between him, his sappy movies, and the tub of ice cream he's been working through, thank you very much.
