Accomplished Perfect Physician
Hope often deludes the foolish man.
Caste: Twilight
Sex: Male
Age:41
Physical Description
History
In Dehenna, the man who would become the Physician was born into slavery. The child of a lowly laborer, the first few years of his life was filled by brutal work and harsh conditions. During his tenth summer, the Taskmaster added an extra portion to his daily rations, a small gummy paste that he found out later was called Qat. Heeding the instructions of the older slaves he began to chew the substance regularly. On his twelfth summer, he was asked to join a group of the older slaves in one of the downtime dens grouped around the work camps. Here he was able to partake in a more potent drug. While the Qat was mildly addictive, and helped him relax after a day of brutal work, the Opium helped him forget he was even a Slave at all. On his seventeenth Summer, he was found outside one of the downtime dens, a belt wrapped around his elbow and trackmarks up and down his arm. He had overdosed on a stronger drug, brought into the camp by a couple of Guild agents. When the camp doctor found him he assumed him to be dead, but when the young man threw up on his new moccasins, he figured he could at least drag him to his triage. The doctor, a man named Abicus, was one of the Overseer's of the slave camp. A slave himself, Abicus was higher up in the hierarchy than all the workers and was given personal accommodations and better rations. While helping the younger slave detox, Abicus began to see within the worker a chance for something better. The conversations they had, while not enlightening, were a lot more engaging than conversations the men had with other slaves. A week after leaving the clinic, the future Physician was apprehended by Mamluk soldiers and escorted to his new barracks, the office Abicus had in the Overseer's headquarters.
The Physician spent the next several years working with Abicus, keeping the worker slaves healthy and drugged, while also dealing with the backroom politics of being a Slave Overseer. Abicus was owned by the Taskmaster, who himself was owned by a Regional Overseer, who himself was owned by a Dragon-Blooded Dynast, who himself was probably "getting pegged in the ass by whoever was above him in his House's hierarchy" as Abicus explained. Because of so much oversight, Abicus and the Physician had to deal with all kinds of management declarations. Either you were drugging them too much, or you weren't drugging them enough. You were spending too many resources saving disposable property, or you weren't working hard enough to keep mortality rates down. All the while, Abicus tried to teach the Physician everything he knew about medicine, and hopefully to one day be able to run his own clinic on his own.
On his last day at the Work Camp, on his 35th Summer, the Physician was prepping a patient for an amputation when a slave riot broke out. One of the Mamluk's had raped one of the female workers in the middle of the shift. While rapes and other such acts of violence against the worker slaves were common, to do it so blatantly out in the open sent the camp into a frenzy. Needless to say the man who perpetrated the crime was ripped apart by the slaves who had been surrounding him, and as they paraded his corpse toward the Overseer headquarters, the alarm bells around the camp began to ring loudly. The revolt lasted several hours, with most of the Overseer staff barricaded into the HQ and most of the camp Mamluks dead or having joined the rioters. It was nightfall when the Legionaries broke through the Camp's main gate, and began cutting through the rioting slaves. At there head, a fiery headed Dynast lead the soldiers nonchalantly, cutting down any slave that attempted to attack him.
After the rioters had mostly either surrendered or been put to the sword, the Dynast made his way to the Camps HQ. He stood among the surviving group of Overseers and asked who was in charge. All of them looked around at each other, the Taskmaster had been killed while trying to lead the Mamluks in a counterattack. Abicus, who was uncertain, but understood what was expected, stood forward. "I am the most senior Overseer left." Nodding with a bored expression on his face, he ran Abicus through with his sword and kicked him to the ground. Pointing his blade at the other Overseers he told them that whoever took charge after this better remember how incompetence is rewarded. The Physician fell to his knees and cradled Abicus's lifeless body in his arms. He was already dead by the time he had hit the ground, and the Physician knew it as tears filled his eyes. Looking down at his shaking hand he realized he had still been holding the scalpel from that mornings interrupted amputation. Whether it was in fear of the rioters or from simple absentmindedness from the situation, he thanked whatever gods appropriate that he had a weapon at that moment. Rising up he began walking toward the Dynast, his intent obvious to all the room, even the Dragon-Blooded who still wore that bored expression on his face. Pulling back in a clumsy swing, he aimed as best he could for the Dynasts throat. Of course the noble moved out of the way easily, and a slap from the dull side of the Dynast's sword to his temple, the Physician was sent unconscious to the floor.
He was woken up by a splash of water to the face. He was in the Camp's holding cells. A fellow prisoner informed him that they were going to be beheaded that morning for starting the riots. As they were lead out the surviving slaves from the riot were all up and gathered around the execution platform. The execution would serve as a reminder to those watching what disobedience would get you. At the podium the Dynast from the night before stood calmly, and didn't say a word. There were no speeches, there were no eulogies. no testimonies. Those things were for normal people, not slaves. A slave who disobeyed was killed, simple as that. The Physician got up to the axeman's block and kneeled over it. After a few second of breathing in the stench of blood and looking at the heads on the ground from those that had gotten executed before him, he began to feel a moment of unshakable calmness. A few more seconds go by and nothing happens. Had the axeman already killed him and he was simply between life and death? Shouts began to erupt from the previously deathly silent crowd, and he opened his eyes to see the several in the slave crowd pointing at him and yelling. He turned toward the podium and saw the Axeman had dropped his weapon and was backing away slowly. From across the platform the Dynast finally wore and expression that wasn't a blank face of boredom. He looked shocked, outraged, and perhaps a little frightened as well. Pulling his sword from his waist he charged toward the Physcian with blinding speed. Never much an acrobat, the Physician still reacted on impulse and attempted to roll out of the way. Before it would have been a clumsy, half roll, that would have surely gotten him skewered. However right now, the roll was swift and strong enough not only to move him out of the way, but instinctively brought him back to his feet. His hands were still bound but he could now see clearly what was going on. The Legionnaires were running up toward the podium to help their leader, the Dynast was trying to pry his sword from the execution block, and the executioner had regained enough sense to grab his weapon again and began moving toward the Physician. Taking the only way out he knew, he charged toward the Dynast just as he finally got the sword free, and tackled him off the platform. Both men fell into the crowd, with the Dynast screaming at his troops to stop him while slashing at the slaves who now piled onto him. The Physician was helped up by fellow slaves and cut free from his bonds by an unseen shiv. Pointed toward the exit, several people pushed him out of the way as they blocked off his retreat.
To this day the Physician still doesn't know how he was able to escape the Workcamp. He spent days running, as his now unnaturally powerful body was able to take him leagues away from the Slave Coast and into the arms of Whitewall. Over the last several years he had come into contact with a Lunar Exalted by the name of Ursa Volsung. He has helped him understand what he was, as the visions of the Unconquered Sun were cloudy and without context. His clinic in Whitewall is one of the best in the city, although he visits only so often. Most of his time is spent outside the walls searching for herbs and cataloging diseases. At least that is what he tells the Whitewall officials. In secret he is helping an underground network of escaped slave safe houses. He knows in his heart that those slaves that helped him escape are all dead, and that Abicus was a good man killed by a rotten destructive system. His goals, no matter what activity he is presently working on, is to end the Slave Coast once and for all.
Motivation: Break the people of the Slave Coast of their addictions, and free them from the Scarlet Empire.
Anima: A silver chain breaking apart into golden raiton shards.
Attributes: Strength 2, Dexterity 2, Stamina 3, Charisma 3, Manipulation 3, Appearance 3, Perception 4, Intelligence 5, Wits 3
Abilities: Martial Arts 2, Craft 3 (Genesis), Investigation 3, Medicine 5 (+1 Diagnosis, +1 Self-Treating), Occult 4, Socialize 2, Linguistics 1, Lore 5, Presence 3, Awareness 3, Dodge 1, Resistance 3, Integrity 1
Essence: 3
Willpower: 6
Virtues: Compassion 3, Conviction 3, Temperance 2, Valor 1
Virtue Flaws: Fanatical Devotion
Background: Allies 2, Artifact 2, Influence 3, Resource 2
Charms
Excellencies: First Lore, First Medicine, First Investigation, First Presence, First Awareness, First Resistance, First Occult, First Craft, Second Lore
Investigation: Judge's Ear Technique
Lore: Essence-Lending Method, Soul-Enlightening Beneficence, Chaos Repelling Pattern, Wyld-Shaping Technique
Medicine:Wound Mending Care Technique, Anointment of Miraculous Health, Flawless Diagnosis Technique, Ailment Rectifying Method, Touch of Blissful Release, Contagion Curing Touch, Wound-Cleansing Meditation. Body-Purifying Admonitions
Occult: Terrestrial Circle Sorcery
Presence: Hypnotic Tongue Technique
Resistance: Durability of Oak Meditation, Essence Gathering Temper
Spells
Mists of the Eventide
Emerald Countermagic
Invulnerable Skin of Bronze
DV: 4
Soak: 4L/7B (Buff Jacket 3L/4B)
Notes: Accomplished Perfect Physician's Artifact rating accounts for a Prismatic Recorder, a device from the first age used to document audio and visual information. It was left to him by his First Age incarnation in the likelihood that he would be killed and his research would have to start over again. This device has allowed the Physician to gain knowledge on the Genesis Arts of the First Age, but he is a long way from mastering them. His ally and the one who gave him the Recorder is Ursa Volsung, the Physician's Lunar mate, and one of the leading members of the Haslanti League's secret benefactors. While Ursa is kept busy by his duties to the Silver Way and the League, he tries to help the Physician as much as he can. Ursa Exalted long after the First Age, and thus only knows fragments of what happened between the two before the Usurpation. His Influence in the Slave Coast is on the rise, since departing from Cherak a freed man. Entire communities have been freed from the hunger of intoxicants due to his medical treatments. A revolution of sorts is spreading fast thanks to his work, although he tries to stay away from the fighting as much as he can, many believe him to be the leader of the Rebellion.
Concept: The Great Ten (DC Comics), Sherlock Holmes, House (TV Series), The Doctor (Doctor Who).
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