---------------------------------------DOCTOR--------------------------------------- Age: 134 Gender: Male Nation: Stelze Role: Shop Keeper(sells his medical services) Extra: - Whenever you're talking to him, Doctor will stare directly into your eyes until you're done speaking, as if you are the most interesting thing in the world to him in that moment. He does the same while he's treating something. - Can't see well in very bright lighting - Has earned himself a reputation as 'that one creepy guy you probably shouldn't trust around needles' - Despite his unnatural and creepy air, Doctor is actually quite capable with the services he offers. - Has no sense of self-preservation. Him getting hurt is not uncommon in the slightest. - Rarely sleeps; probably a little crazy Backstory: Doctor, then named Hiemal, was born to an almost rich family, as a single child. He grew up with the expected life of one born in those conditions: slightly pampered, used to not having to worry over money, and this gave him time to explore what he wanted to do with his life. When he got sick several times as a young pup, Hiemal took an interest in medicine. He started to stop trying to avoid the things that could get him hurt, just so he could see how the injuries were treated. He caused his parents no end of panic, always ending up with his head busted open from slipping and falling onto the flooring or trying to help his father with mechanics and ending up with a long gash from a broken bit of metal along his arm. There were several other creative ways he managed to get hurt, from not looking where he's going to completely ignoring the idea that wild animals would bite you. And slowly, as he grew old enough to handle new substances, Hiemel started to mix up new weird liquids to try and make his own medicine when he got sick, or try to make new poultices for when he got little cuts and bruises. Surprisingly, he only managed to poison himself to the point his parents noticed six times. It stayed in that place in time: losing the awareness that he could get hurt just so he could practice treating his own injuries. And then there was the time that he got a gash that wouldn't heal. After an unfortunate incident with the edge of his bedpost, Hiemal hid the injury from his parents partially out of embarrassment and partially because he expected it to heal like the rest of his injuries. When it didn't, he had to go and ask around with others who were used to treaty wounds that required stitches. Still hiding his own wound, Hiemal would ask them 'hypothetically' how to treat a really big and deep cut. When he got his answer, he went back home, locked himself in his room all day, and set to work trying to stitch his own wound closed. After many failed attempts that resulted in the weird sensation of pulling string back out through your own skin, Hiemal managed to sew it together successfully. He wasn't quite sure what to make of the experience. It healed with only a scar left over, which grew back the fur white over his right paw. He certainly hadn't enjoyed the experience of getting hurt, nobody would, but sewing something had been so meditative, and the string was a weird feeling to pull back out once it had healed. That's where his thing for stitching came from, please keep him away from your deeper wounds. Hiemel grew quickly, and moved out of the house some years later, still without any idea of how to keep himself from getting hurt, and with knowledge about how to treat wounds and disease and how to give someone a truly horrible infection, although that was his last goal. He renamed himself "Doctor", and set up shop to treat injured creatures' wounds or sicknesses. It was slow to start, but he did eventually start getting enough customers that he started to get both a bit of a reputation and enough money to live off of in his own little home, where he keeps a sign up even outside his house to offer creatures' a place to get treated in the dead of night, where he rarely sleeps even then, too busy testing out new combinations on himself to see what they do. Doctor doesn't get quite as many customers during the day since there's normal medics to treat diseases and wounds that won't stare intently at you the entire time you're talking and stare with great interest at the source of one's ailment every time he's treating them. However, he does get a few more customers at night when others aren't open and he's one of the only options for emergencies, other than waiting. People with deep wounds try to avoid going to him, though. Something about the way your medic is smiling and letting out soft happy noises as he sews your skin shut is unsettling.
