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A view from the morgue
Created on 2007-09-18 01:25:40 (#13841233), last updated 2009-05-09
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Basic Info| Name: | Dr. Elizabeth Rodgers, Asst. Chief M.E. |
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| Birthdate: | 1955-01-02 |
| Website: | The Author |
BioThis is a ficlet/roleplay journal for the Law & Order character Dr. Elizabeth Rodgers. The character, and all L&O characters mentioned in this journal are the property of Dick Wolf & NBC Universal Television. This journal is for roleplay and fic writing only, and I make no profit, nor intend any infringement of copyright.
If you would like to friend this journal, please feel free to. You don't have to be engaged in any RP comms to do so. Do be aware that this journal does occasionally double as an RP journal, so if you leave any comments on my writing (and I do love comments!), all that I ask is that you label them in the subject "OOC" so they're differentiated from anything that might be "In-Character". Thank you and happy reading!
For RPers: I am available both on this journal and on the AIM SN "DrLizRodgers" for play.
Elizabeth Rodgers was born Elizabeth Day in 1955, in Schenectady, New York but was raised in Manhattan’s East Village. The product of parents who were engaged in the Beatnik movement, Liz came of age as a flower child of the 1960s. Her carefree parents taught her to embrace those who were different and be an active voice in the world around her.
After they died unexpectedly when she was thirteen, however, Liz realized that the tumultuous world around her was not all roses. It was during this time that the blithe-spirited Liz was sent to live with an older, strict aunt, until she was eighteen. There, under the ever-reproachful gaze of her aunt, she gained some of the hardened exterior that many know her for today.
Always curious about the way the natural world worked and with a knack for science, Liz entered SUNY Buffalo on a scholarship, majoring in biology. It was there, in 1970, that she met her future husband, Gregory Rodgers. He was quieter than her, and majoring in Business, but shared the same passion for politics, and was calming balance to her louder personality. Not long after they graduated in 1974, the couple married.
It was while in SUNY’s Upstate Medical University that Liz realized her husband, quiet by nature but even more withdrawn during the first year of their marriage, suffered from clinical depression. By her fourth year of medical school, she was still struggling to get him to accept the disease, and seek treatment. When he was not in a state, their lives were good—his accounting business boomed and their life at home was pleasant. On his worst days, Liz lived in fear of what he would do to himself.
After obtaining her medical degree in 1978 and seeing her husband’s still-untreated condition worsen, Liz took the first decent-paying, available job—that as an assistant to an assistant at the NYPD’s Medical Examiner’s Office.
As timing would have it, this was also the same time that she became pregnant with her only child, a son, Gregory, Jr. While her maternity leave set her back momentarily, Liz did not let it deter her. Working full time and leaving the baby in the care of a babysitter during her work hours, Liz made herself known within the M.E.’s office as a hard worker with a sharp wit.
Trying to teach her son the traits her parents had impressed upon her while working on homicide autopsies proved a challenge, and Liz often thought the easier of the two was talking to dead people, but she tried to be a mother figure as much as she knew how.
At eight years old, Gregory, Jr. showed the same interest in science that his mother did and one Saturday afternoon, Liz took him to a History of Medicine exhibit at the Natural History Museum. It was an afternoon she would not forget.
When they returned home, the house was silent—something not too unusual, but Liz would remember later that she had the distinct feeling that something was wrong.
After telling her son to run across the hall to the neighbor’s to play, Liz made her way to the bedroom, where she found her husband, dead of a self-inflicted gunshot wound. It is an event she blames herself for. She has rarely shared this and it is still something rarely speaks of.
Burying herself in her work, Liz would continue her career at the Medical Examiner’s office, one that continues today. She is currently the Assistant Chief Medical Examiner, second only to the Chief M.E. Her relationship with her son Greg, now 28, is decent. When he was a teenager, they discovered that he had inherited his father’s depression. Liz immediately made sure that he was treated for it, and while he remains under treatment today, she still worries for him.
Liz enjoys the opera and musical theatre, in addition to doing handiwork around the house when she’s not working. She has occasionally dipped her toe into the realm of theatrical society—painting and constructing scenery for low-budget playhouses and several times stealing the show with bit parts.
After working with cops for her entire career, she has found that many of her friends work within the Department.
It was this, along with her love for the theatre, that drew her to the man she considers to have been the great love of her life.
Detective Lennie Briscoe was someone she’d known and exchanged barbs with for many years. It was in the early 1990s that their friendship, sparked by their notorious retorts and love of theatre, turned romantic. Liz is still getting over his 2005 death and it is an event that has made her even more distant, and more hardened in the last two years.
If you would like to friend this journal, please feel free to. You don't have to be engaged in any RP comms to do so. Do be aware that this journal does occasionally double as an RP journal, so if you leave any comments on my writing (and I do love comments!), all that I ask is that you label them in the subject "OOC" so they're differentiated from anything that might be "In-Character". Thank you and happy reading!
For RPers: I am available both on this journal and on the AIM SN "DrLizRodgers" for play.
Elizabeth Rodgers was born Elizabeth Day in 1955, in Schenectady, New York but was raised in Manhattan’s East Village. The product of parents who were engaged in the Beatnik movement, Liz came of age as a flower child of the 1960s. Her carefree parents taught her to embrace those who were different and be an active voice in the world around her.
After they died unexpectedly when she was thirteen, however, Liz realized that the tumultuous world around her was not all roses. It was during this time that the blithe-spirited Liz was sent to live with an older, strict aunt, until she was eighteen. There, under the ever-reproachful gaze of her aunt, she gained some of the hardened exterior that many know her for today.
Always curious about the way the natural world worked and with a knack for science, Liz entered SUNY Buffalo on a scholarship, majoring in biology. It was there, in 1970, that she met her future husband, Gregory Rodgers. He was quieter than her, and majoring in Business, but shared the same passion for politics, and was calming balance to her louder personality. Not long after they graduated in 1974, the couple married.
It was while in SUNY’s Upstate Medical University that Liz realized her husband, quiet by nature but even more withdrawn during the first year of their marriage, suffered from clinical depression. By her fourth year of medical school, she was still struggling to get him to accept the disease, and seek treatment. When he was not in a state, their lives were good—his accounting business boomed and their life at home was pleasant. On his worst days, Liz lived in fear of what he would do to himself.
After obtaining her medical degree in 1978 and seeing her husband’s still-untreated condition worsen, Liz took the first decent-paying, available job—that as an assistant to an assistant at the NYPD’s Medical Examiner’s Office.
As timing would have it, this was also the same time that she became pregnant with her only child, a son, Gregory, Jr. While her maternity leave set her back momentarily, Liz did not let it deter her. Working full time and leaving the baby in the care of a babysitter during her work hours, Liz made herself known within the M.E.’s office as a hard worker with a sharp wit.
Trying to teach her son the traits her parents had impressed upon her while working on homicide autopsies proved a challenge, and Liz often thought the easier of the two was talking to dead people, but she tried to be a mother figure as much as she knew how.
At eight years old, Gregory, Jr. showed the same interest in science that his mother did and one Saturday afternoon, Liz took him to a History of Medicine exhibit at the Natural History Museum. It was an afternoon she would not forget.
When they returned home, the house was silent—something not too unusual, but Liz would remember later that she had the distinct feeling that something was wrong.
After telling her son to run across the hall to the neighbor’s to play, Liz made her way to the bedroom, where she found her husband, dead of a self-inflicted gunshot wound. It is an event she blames herself for. She has rarely shared this and it is still something rarely speaks of.
Burying herself in her work, Liz would continue her career at the Medical Examiner’s office, one that continues today. She is currently the Assistant Chief Medical Examiner, second only to the Chief M.E. Her relationship with her son Greg, now 28, is decent. When he was a teenager, they discovered that he had inherited his father’s depression. Liz immediately made sure that he was treated for it, and while he remains under treatment today, she still worries for him.
Liz enjoys the opera and musical theatre, in addition to doing handiwork around the house when she’s not working. She has occasionally dipped her toe into the realm of theatrical society—painting and constructing scenery for low-budget playhouses and several times stealing the show with bit parts.
After working with cops for her entire career, she has found that many of her friends work within the Department.
It was this, along with her love for the theatre, that drew her to the man she considers to have been the great love of her life.
Detective Lennie Briscoe was someone she’d known and exchanged barbs with for many years. It was in the early 1990s that their friendship, sparked by their notorious retorts and love of theatre, turned romantic. Liz is still getting over his 2005 death and it is an event that has made her even more distant, and more hardened in the last two years.
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