Mistress, this is my character.

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[b]Name:[/b] Variel Ventris Septimus

[b]Titles:[/b] Doctor

[b]Gender:[/b] Male

[b]Age:[/b] 36

[b]Descriptive Appearance:[/b]

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In the thick, voluminous garb of a plague doctor, Variel is rendered anonymous. Obscuring his visage is the appropriate beak-like mask iconic of such professionals. Slung across his shoulders is a thick, fat satchel containing all kinds of medical equipment: forceps, scalpels, knives and razors as well as unguents, salts and poultices for all sorts of life-threatening contingencies. In a smaller one, its strap crossing the other over his chest, there are things such as food and extra clothes: items unrelated to his profession. Gloved, strapped and with the hems of its trousers tucked into his worn leather boots, Variel's uniform is as sealed as it can be.

Outside of this grim clothing, he a man of prime age -- or, at least he tells himself. He has a slightly pallid, copper-tinged complexion and sports close-cut black hair whose longer locks are naturally wavy. His musculature can be described as average; he is neither lean nor chubby. Incidentally, he is also only averagely endowed. 

Devoid of facial hair, it is evident that he shaves often. Crow's feet hang from the lids of his brown-irised, widely spaced eyes, and his nose is slightly aquiline. Having a round shape to his face, his smiles are warm and radiate kindness. This, in addition to his relatively small ears and above-average height, gives him an aura of calm charity.

In his gloved hand is gripped a short, thick cane, replete with all the wondrous versatility of a stick.

[b]Personality:[/b]

Variel is a kind man, fond of song and food although he abstains from too much drink. He has always been a person of good, patient temper, and this has translated well from adolescence to adulthood when he began to practice medicine. His grins are wide and he smiles only when it is genuine, making it so that every one reaches up to light his eyes and ease the wrinkles that surround them. These wrinkles have come from a life full of sickness, death and far too many triage situations for his liking. Regardless, he presses on, content that he has helped to save so many. Of course, there is always the guilt of inevitably losing a few patients.

He is unmarried, and does not actively seek love. He believes his calling on earth is in the schools-turned-hospitals and bloodied apothecarions, not in a conjugal home where he can sire children. Other people have that role, and his is to help those people.

[b]Basic Biography:[/b]

Variel is the third son of two innkeepers who do good business in the outskirts of the Capital of the Kingdom of Mortis. Raised more or less normally through childhood's ups and downs, he enrolled, with the help of an influential family friend, at the College of Arcanatras. After preparatory semesters, he was apprenticed to a doctor and the duo traveled where they were needed across the Kingdom. Eventually, when his master could no longer teach anything to him, Variel went his own way and has since been treating the sick and injured.

[b]Skills:[/b]

[i]Master Apothecary:[/i] Variel is superbly adept in medicinal alchemy and can brew up anodynes and healing salves even with tools so simple as a cauldron of boiling water and a stirring stick, provided he has the right herbs. Conversely, he can also create the direst of poisons and the most painful of venoms. 

[i]Surgeon:[/i] Variel is trained in the more invasive practices of the medicinal arts and can disinfect, close, and suture up wounds.

[i]College Alumnus:[/i] Variel is a proud graduate of the College of Arcanatras, and as such is knowledgeable on various lores.

[i]Thrifty Clerk:[/i] Being the son of two innkeepers has given Variel some insights (and virtues) regarding matters of coin, ensuring that he always has the pennies to to buy that extra bowl of stew.

[i]Well-worn Wanderer:[/i] Variel has walked through vast expanses of countryside with nary a town to rest for the night. A survivalist, he is no stranger to personally hunting rabbits when his food stores run out.

[i]Literate:[/i] Variel can read and write.

[b]Equipment:[/b]

-Plague doctor's attire
-Fat satchel full of medicinal gubbins
-Modest bag of coins
-Extra clothes: a cotton shirt and pants
-Several days' worth of dried meat and fish
-A waterskin
-Doctor's cane