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Don't worry. Never bailed an RP ever before, unless I'm the only one left. Most times, with the length of the posts and time taking to write it, I feel like it's a waste if I stop because I'm too invested. Looking forward to what you have. And just a heads up, a exam is coming up end of next week so expect a post during next weekend at earliest.

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Took a while to get the reply constructed. But there it is.

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Ten years ago, when the Clyde brothers travelled to the City of Londonary, they were still two naïve young lads. Taking their grand dreams with them, they set out to make a name for themselves. They came from a family of shepherds, with their parents expecting the same from them. However, their peaceful lifestyle did not lead them away from the passion of hunting. With a few pellets and a rifle, the boys spent their free time in the woods hunting wild games. The woods were like paradise to them, with the trickling streams and the sweet autumn winds. They would often camp in there for days when they can, and be out after several days with a couple of pheasant hanging on their shoulders. Despite their love for the wood, they also knew to pay its proper respect. The woods had been the setting of many tragedies in their village, and the boys took care not to become one of them. Riley, the older of the two, was the better hunter. Patient and talented in sharpshooting, he took great care of his younger brother Tyler when they journeyed into the woods. Tyler, on the other hand, was much more cautious and meticulous, and covered Riley’s back whenever he can. In growing up, both brothers came to love the story of Robin Hood. The idea of a heroic outlaw was fascinating, and they’ve spent their days alternatively playing the role of the folklore hero. One day, they told themselves, one day they’ll make the story a reality. When Tyler reached sixteen, the two brothers packed their belongings and bought the first available ticket to Londonary with their savings. They decided to make their debut in the floating city, fighting crime and corruption. When they stared out the windows of their airship, Riley handed Tyler the last piece of bread in his bag. “That’s the last of it. From here on out, we are going to have to earn our food,” Riley told Tyler. Tyler nodded to his brother’s words, and split the bred in two. He handed the bigger half to Riley, “You are bigger, so you’ll need more.” Riley patted Tyler on the head and snatch the smaller piece instead, “You need to eat more to grow as big as me,” he flexed his arm then, showing the well-defined girth of his arm. For that moment, when Tyler looked to his brother and his silly grin, he thought they were unbeatable. That was ten years ago. The present day Clyde brothers lack much of the optimism of their early days. If there was anything they learnt it’s that no one is unbeatable. Within the narrow confines of a dark alleyway, Tyler set Riley down by the wall as he went to check the main street which they would be crossing. The soft light of the moon had shone upon Tyler’s upper body, showing he had indeed grown over the years, not quite to the size of his brother, but athletic nonetheless. His time spent in Londonary had carved new scars upon his bodies, and dimmed the look in his eyes. He walked back to Riley when he was satisfied with what he saw, “The coast is clear, here let me help you.” Riley grunted as he wrapped his arm around Tyler’s shoulders. His other hand clenching tightly around his side flank, stained with fresh red blood. He braced himself before lifting himself up with Tyler’s help. No words came from him, as he saved his energy to maintain his composure. “We are almost there,” Tyler comforted Riley, “Just one more street to cross.” They shuffled across the empty street and into another alleyway, hidden by the darkness of the night. Tracking along the walls, they found a set of stone stairs leading down to the basement blocked by a metal door. Tyler looked around to make sure no one’s nearby before knocking. Moments later, the door was opened slightly, revealing a slit of dim light behind it. However, even then, Tyler could catch sight of the person behind it. What he saw wasn’t a face, but the long beak of a mechanical bird attached to the torso of a human. Tracking up along the beak, Tyler saw a pair of grey eyes behind two glass lenses, indicating that they are indeed dealing with a human. He was told the doctor might be strange, but he certainly wasn’t expecting to notice it so soon. “Dr. Elmore?” The birdman nodded his head, “I was expecting you, please come in.” The door opened, revealing decently sized room surrounded by stone walls and floors. One thing that immediately caught Tyler’s attention was the lack of windows. Indeed, he didn’t notice any windows on his way here either. The ventilation is completely dependent on what Tyler assumed to be vents on the ceiling. “Follow me,” the doctor instructed, leading them away from the door and down another set of stairs on the far side of the room. “I like to keep my practice private,” Dr. Elmore explained as he opened another metal door at the end of the stairway. Despite been in the basement, the room resemble very much like many hospital that Tyler had seen. There is a water tap running on one side, and shelves filled with multiple medical instruments and drugs. The room is separated in half by a curtain, hiding the operation table behind it. “There is negative pressure generated in this room, so the room is supposed to be sterile. So, if you please, leave your brother by the operation table there, and return to the room above. I’ll inform you when the operation is finished,” the doctor motioned for Tyler to place Riley on the table. Tyler didn’t budge, “I’m sorry, but I am going to stay here. I didn’t bring my brother here just to leave him. I want to be here during the operation.” He looked to Riley who agreed with a nod. “That will increase the risk of infection Mr. Clyde, the result of which can very well be permanent disability,” Vito argued otherwise. “My brother’s willing to take the risk, and so am I,” Tyler was persistent with his wishes. After considering a brief moment, Vito nodded. “Very well, help me lift your brother on the table, and I’ll teach you how to clean yourself so you can minimize the contamination. The rule is: you don’t touch anything until I tell you to.” Moments later, both Vito and Tyler were gloved and dressed in white gowns. The bird mask is no longer on Vito’s head, but was replaced by a surgical mask and cap. Riley lay on the table shirtless, and breath in short shallow breathes as he waits to be operated upon. Tyler stood idly by, watching both his. He looked up to see Vito arranging the various instruments on a smaller table beside the bed, not able to recognize quite a few of them. “Will he be alright?” He asked, as he watched Vito prepare. “Maybe,” Vito didn’t look up, and picked up a syringe. “He has a fever. I’m going to try to calm that down.” He jammed the needle into Riley’s arms, and emptied the content inside. “Anesthetics next. Passed me the syringe on the table to your left.” Tyler looked around briefly before locating what he thinks is the correct syringe, “Is this the one?” Vito took it from his hand without a word, and emptied the content into Riley like the one before. The anxiety from Riley eased as the medication settles in, and his eyes glazed over slightly. “Now hold your hand together and don’t touch anything, and take a few steps back please.” Without waiting for Tyler to respond to his orders, Vito began sifting through the wound with his gloved hands. Tyler watched as Vito moved about, switching tools from scalpels to needle drivers. “How did your brother get this injury?” “Does it matter?” Tyler asked, uncertain whether to give the answer or not. “No. Your employer already told me about them. Just wanted to know whether you trust me.” “Guess I don’t.” “That’s alright. I don’t need you to trust me,” there was a brief pause as Vito focused on the task at hand, “Not many people do.” There was a pang of regret in Vito’s voice that made Tyler look up and examine the doctor’s face. Slightly curious, and with nothing else to do, Tyler pursued the doctor’s statement, “What do you mean?” “What have you heard about me?” Vito answered the question with another. Tyler went over what he had gathered about Vito prior, and not much came to mind. He was told that Vito was a surgeon willing to operate on anyone with the price to pay. Corrupt maybe, but nothing significant according to their employer. “Not much. So why do few people trust you?” “Stupidity,” there was such bitterness that came from Vito’s words that Tyler was taken aback. “Do you know what is necrotizing fasciitis?” Tyler shook his head. “It’s a bacterial infection, involving the death of your tissues. Some people call it the flesh eating disease, which can be misleading because the flesh isn’t eaten; it dies because of the toxins. The only way to treat it? Surgical removal of any flesh involved. Not a pleasant procedure for anyone involved.” “And you had it?” Tyler deduced. Vito didn’t reply, but Tyler knew he got the answer. Tyler thought about it slightly more, “It was on your face, and that’s why you wear the mask.” “Smart boy,” Vito replied. “How bad is it?” “Bad enough for some to believe I worship the devil,” Vito laugh softly from under the mask. “How did you get it?” “By helping another who suffered from it.” Hearing this, Tyler moved closer to the surgical table, “Wait, so it spread? Does it mean you could infect my brother?” “Don’t worry. It’s no longer infectious.” Vito looked up to meet Tyler’s eyes. Tyler noticed now the droopy right eyelid that must be the result from the incident. “But do you trust me?” Vito asked. Tyler sighed, “Do we even have a choice?” Moving back away from the table, Tyler slumped into a chair. “It’s been a while since we had any say in our life.” “What’s your case?” “The usual one. Two young lads thinking they could change the world. Both realized the world’s a much crueler place than they thought,” Tyler smiled sheepishly, “And they don’t have the face to go back where they come from.” “How did you want to change the world?” “Redistribute the wealth from the rich to the poor. Eliminate the class divides. A revolution maybe. But we realized too late that people don’t want revolution anymore, everyone just wants routine.” “Should perhaps studied politics instead of hunting, no?” Tyler laughed, “Yes, definitely.” “Robin Hood doesn’t exist anymore.” “We realized it. Too late maybe.” “So you became assassins instead.” Tyler let out a deep sigh, and settled in his chair. “You know, that’s not what we wanted. None of this,” Tyler motioned to Riley lying on the table, “But that’s the only thing we know.” “And that bracelet on your wrist,” Vito glanced at Tyler before returning back to his work, “Is that a remainder of your home?” “Oh this?” Tyler lifted his arm up, and examined the bracelet on his arm. It was a simple bracelet of blue beads, held together by red threads. “No. This was just something from a dumb girl.” “See her much?” Tyler smiled, but it lacked any joy from it. His eyes remain fixated on the beads around his wrist. “The thing with our profession is that you can take away anything that’s precious from others, but at the same time, others could do the same to you.” “I’m sorry,” Vito apologized. “No don’t be,” Tyler sighed again, “As I said, she was a dumb girl.” Vito stopped what he was doing, and gazed at Tyler for several second, then sighed himself. A few moments later, Vito took off his glove and walked over to Tyler, “It’s done.” “Is my brother alright?” Tyler looked away from his wrist and back to Vito. “Yes. He just needed some rest. Come, give him some time,” Vito pushed opened the door and walked upstairs. Tyler shook his head, “I’ll stay here till he wakes up.” “Suit yourself, I’ll grab some food for myself,” Vito offered Tyler a seat as he went upstairs to grab some food. He returned moments later with a plate of bread and deli. It was then that Tyler noticed that Vito still wore the surgery mask from before. “Why don’t you take your mask off?” “I prefer not to. It’s not a pleasant sight.” “It’s okay. I’m sure I’ve seen worse before. Besides, I don’t think neither of us has much to hide from the other.” Vito considered it for a moment, and then slipped the mask off slowly, revealing the scarred face from below. Tyler got a careful look of the face this time. Indeed, just as Vito eluded, the face was badly scared and hollow at some parts. “Yep, definitely seen worse. I would put you above average in terms of looks from the people I’ve seen,” Tyler joked. Tyler sees what could have been a smile on Vito’s face. “Thanks.” He then took a seat a couple steps away from Tyler, and began making a sandwich for himself. “It’s rare to see meat these days,” Tyler commented as he looked at the plate. “If nothing else, my profession pays me well, and it gives me freedom to be at home when I need to. How about you? When is the last time you had a proper meal with the family?” Tyler shrugged and gazed at his brother’s body on the table, “If you meant just with my brother, then it’s been a while. If you meant with my whole family…I would guess that’s ten years. You?” “Every night at six, I close my clinic and walk home to eat dinner with my family. It’s the only thing that never changed ever since I began practicing here, because it’s the only thing that matters. Don’t you think so? To know that you have a home to return to?” “But not everyone has the choice. You think we can back out from what we do, and go eat dinner with our family?” “I think we all have a choice, what’s left is just consequences.” Tyler laughed a hearty laugh, “For someone your age, you are quite naïve. What are you? Mid thirties?” “Just about,” Vito finished the last bite of the sandwich he made. “It’s getting late, and I am getting old. My hands are even shaking when I don’t have enough rest.” “How are you going to survive when they reveal the new time and clock tomorrow?” Tyler asked half-jokingly. “Simple answer, I won’t,” Vito jested in reply, “Let’s get your brother out of here, so I can get home to get some sleep. By the way, do you also have my payment?” “Ah, yes,” Tyler almost forgot, but was reminded to take out a sack of coins and tossed it to Vito, “Two hundred pound as requested.” Vito put the sack aside, “I’ll trust you with the numbers. Alright, you start lifting from this side. I’ll go around the other side to help you.” Tyler nodded and moved close to Riley on the table. As he put his hand under the body, he felt an unsettling cold from it, “Hey, is it suppose to –.” His words were cut short when he felt a freezing sensation his back. He rotates his head in time to see Vito throwing a syringe into a bin by the wall. By then him leg turned weak and bends beneath him. There was brief moment of confusion on his face, before it turned to an expression of seething rage, “What did you do?” “Spinal injection. Chemical destruction of your spinal cord. Normally hard to landmark where you can inject in someone who’s obese, but for someone as well toned as you, it’s quite simple,” Vito explained as he walked over to Tyler, who’s lying on the floor. “I’m afraid I haven’t been completely honest with you.” There was emptiness in Vito’s eyes as he looked over Tyler then at Riley. “Why?” “Why not? After all, I was paid a good amount for this,” Vito pointed at the sack of money he had left on the table. He squatted down beside Tyler, holding the boy’s chin in his hand so they both could lock their eyes, “I think you know by now why this is happening. You are right. People like you don’t simply walk out of what they do, so consider this a retirement.” “I wouldn’t have talked.” “I know,” Vito nodded, “This isn’t how I would have ended it either if it was up to me.” Anger slightly subsided as sadness began overwhelming Tyler and he find it hard to breathe now “And my brother?” “We killed him together, don’t you remember? You handed the syringe to me when I asked you to.” “You m-monster,” the word stuttered out as Tyler tried to struggle against the loss of sensation. Vito closed his eyes and slowly exhaled as if in meditation. He opened his eyes a moment later, “You are right, I am a monster. That’s what everyone says. For a very long time, you are the first person that didn’t judge me by how I looked. I really liked you. So it’s a shame it has come to this. Now that we had our little talk, and we understood each other a bit, I guess we are acquaintance of some sorts. I want you to know, that I tried my best to make this process as painless as possible. So I want you to do a favor for me.” Tyler tried to interrupt, but only found himself mumbling, so Vito pushed on. “Once you are in Hell, and you want to come back to hunt someone, find me and me alone. Leave my family out of this, okay?” With what dignity Tyler still had, he mustered the strength and released the only answer he could, “N-no.” With a sigh, Vito pushed himself up and walked over to the cabinet. He sifted through the tools until he retrieved a large hook. “You know why the hamstrings in your leg are named as such? I was told it was the tendon that butchers used to hang hams in their stores. I have always wanted to see the truth in that.”

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The dawn was breaking when Vito closed his clinic and strolled towards his home. The street vendors have already began setting up their shop, and the smell of the first batch of bread was filling the streets. The streets will soon be crowded with citizens from all across the city, waiting to get a first glimpse of the clock tower. However, he felt far too tired to join in. On his way, he stopped by a small grocery and purchased some ham and eggs, something he craved every time after a long night at work. The sandwiches he had earlier didn’t do him any good; after all, they were poisoned. Even with the antidote he had taken prior, he still felt a tingling sensation down his hand. Tyler was cautious, Vito admitted to that. When he opened his apartment door, the room was still dark with the curtains drawn. He took a peek into the bedroom and saw Bridget has yet to wake up, not surprising. He’ll cook the breakfast; it will be a nice surprise for her. He heated the pans and cracked the eggs, watching them sizzle on top of the oil. Even standing, he felt he could fall asleep if he just closed his eyes. However, before fatigue could completely creep up upon him, he heard the creak of the floor. Bridget has woken up. “Did I wake you up?” He asked, without turning around.

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Bridget awoke to the smell of pan fried ham and eggs. She rubbed her eyes and looked at the clock across from the bed and saw it was five in the morning. Earlier than usual, she thought as she got up and slipped into her slippers. She walked lightly towards the kitchen and saw the back of a familiar man. A slight smile came on her face and she began to tip-toe across the room. However, the creak of the floorboard alerted the man to her presence. The man spoke to her in a rough and mellow voice without turning around, “Did I wake you up?” Shoot, Bridget thought and sighed. “No you didn’t.” She walked over beside him and placed her hand on his shoulder. “Go freshen yourself up, let me take it from here.” She took the spatula from his hand and gently pushed him towards the small sink in the bathroom. He slowly walked over to it and took the towel off the rack when he’s there. She managed to take a good look at her husband then through the mirror in front of the sink. He soaked the towel with water before putting it against his face. As he wiped the towel down from his face to his neck, his scarred face became clear in the mirror. The memory of the old injury smeared across the right side of his olive tinted face and down into the limbs. It healed, but never managed to recover to the way it was, with his slightly droopy right eye as evidence. His pale grey eyes stared back at her from the mirror, glazed with tiredness. When he’s done cleaning, he came over to Bridget to take over the cooking. She handed the spatula back to him and went to the sink for her turn. She pulled her blonde hair back to tie it into a bun before rinsing herself awake with cold water. She looked up to the mirror to see the familiar pale oval face with two gleaming emerald eyes. A shadow was noticeable under her eyes from the late night studies. She glanced over to see him bringing the two plates of breakfast to the dining table in the center of their hybrid kitchen and dining room. They lived in a small apartment, the top floor of a two floor building. It was made of three rooms neatly arranged together into a square: the bedroom, the kitchen and the washroom. There are no doors to the rooms, but neither of them felt a need to. After all, they never received any guests since they moved to Londonary. Of the years they’ve spent together, Bridget fully understood that her husband was a private individual. She was fine with that, in fact, she held some pride that she’s one of the few who knew the true Vito Elmore. “Tough night?” Bridget asked as she put the pan into the sink to be washed later. “Same as usual,” Vito came over to Bridget and grabbed the utensils behind her. “Want any tea?” Bridget held up the kettle with the freshly boiled water. “Not today, I want to get some sleep after breakfast. Come let’s eat,” he pulled the chair out for her and took the remaining chair. As she ate her breakfast, she stared out the window behind Vito. There were already sounds of people gathering and walking to the city square. “You know, soon each day would be 36 hours.” “We’ll have to figure out whether to work or sleep more because of it." “Maybe you’ll finally have an excuse to take that nap at noon you've always wanted,” she suggested it to him. “I’ll need to update the sign at the clinic then.” “And the clock,” she reminded. “The whole town is getting new clocks, so we should too.” Vito paused for a brief moment and looked to her. Bridget noticed and gazed back at her husband, “What’s wrong?” “Nothing,” Vito smiled, and returned to cut up his eggs. Bridget’s gaze lingered on Vito as she thought what was on Vito’s mind. She shook the thought away shortly after, and resumed the conversation. “They’ll be celebrating today at the city square.” “Mhmm, I heard it too. You wanted to go?” “No,” she quickly replied, “It just reminded me of the last time we went to the fair back in our hometown. Do you remember?” Vito nodded. Of course he remembered. It was before the accident at his father’s clinic, shortly after he met Bridget. He has memory of them, but he could no longer relate to them in his present condition. He got up from the table, and walked over to the kitchen counter. He opened the cabinet above the stove and rummaged through the materials inside. “What are you looking for dear?” Bridget asked from where she sat. “Some teabags,” Vito replied. “I thought you said you didn’t want any,” Bridget got up and walked over to him. “I changed my mind. I thought it would be interesting to take a walk together to see how this celebration of theirs compares to ours.” Vito looked at Bridget with a grin that seemed so childish that she couldn’t help but grin back. “The tea bag is on your right. Here, let me get it for you.”

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By late morning, both Vito and Bridget had their fair share of food stalls and trinkets. They managed to found a crate placed beside a house nearby and decided to use it to rest their feet. Despite being tired, Bridget was in high spirits, dragging him from stall to stall as if this was the first time she’d been in an event like this. Bridget convinced him not to wear his mask, and he was glad. With the high volume of people moving about, barely anyone took notice of his look. Ironically, it is within crowds that Vito manage to find his place of normality. Vito had always avoided going out on regular days, besides walking to and back from his work. The rest of his time, he spent sitting in the dining room listening to Bridget’s stories. They’d sometimes discuss medical issues, sometimes politics, but all within the vicinity of their apartment. Occasionally, if there was no work at night, Vito would share a walk with Bridget in the dark. However, the chances for these walks were far too few ever since they’ve moved to Londonary. Bridget had become much like Vito’s eyes, giving him the details of the cities that he otherwise would not know. She always had the sharper eyes for things he’d miss. He looked at her now, with her eyes beaming as she took in everything around her. Although Bridget is not greedy for wealth, she had always been greedy for adventures. Vito just wished he wasn’t going to trap her within his tiny little world. “Look, that’s Mayor Johnstone. I heard he’s really popular within the city.” Vito followed her finger to a finely dressed medium sized man followed by a slender male. “Who is the mayor?” “The one with the mustache,” she laughed softly, “You really have no idea about this city do you?” “And beside him?” “Probably an Aristocrat, after all, the project is funded by them.” Vito nodded to Bridget’s answer before another question popped into his head, “What is this project?” “It’s a clock tower. You see it covered in the distance?” Sure enough, there it is in the distance. As Vito was fixated on the clock tower, he felt Bridget’s head resting on his arms. He pulled his arm from under her and held her close by the shoulder instead. Under the warmth of the sun and Bridget, Vito began feeling the effect of tea slipping away and sleep crawling back into him. Just as he closed his eyes he heard the sound of the mayor, “Welcome everyone.” The couple’s head snapped back up and look to the direction of the announcement. As the mayor tried to make his announcement, a heckler yelled out but was quickly removed from site. As the mayor tried to resume he was interrupted yet again by the sound of the clock tower. The curtain dropped soon after. If Vito was familiar with anything, it was medicine. And the one thing he saw in medicine more than anything else is the failure of it, a dead man. Therefore, before the curtain dropped completely, Vito’s eyes caught a glimpse of just that. Quickly, he covered the Bridget’s eyes but unfortunately Bridget always has the sharper eye. “W-w-who?” She asked, her body shivering from what she just saw. Before Vito could comfort her, the square exploded into panic. When the crowd of people stampeded out of the square, Vito pushed Bridget against the walls of the house behind them and shielded her from it. “Why…who?” she tried to look behind her to the source of it, but Vito wouldn’t let her. “Doesn’t matter, let’s go home,” was the only answer he gave as he slowly walked her out of the square along the walls. When the crowd finally thinned and they were almost home, their pace slowed to a halt. She was still shivering, and her eyes stared blankly onto the road with her head replaying the same image over and over again. He pulled her to the side and held her face with his hand, “You going to be alright?” She finally regained her awareness and looked into his eyes. She bit down on her quivering lips and breathed slowly to calm her heart beat. “Yes. I just…,” she sighed, “Maybe it was a mistake to come out today.” “No,” Vito assured her, “Someone else made the mistake today.”

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I could convert my character to the children or aristocrats as i can relate medicine or surgery to magic or melee weapon. I might need some direction to the role of my character though as both group share some deep history.

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Great, glad the character works :) Looking forward to it.

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Name: Dr. Vito Elmore Age: 34 Appearance:

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Faction: Civilian Sidearm: None, just carry a briefcase with surgical tools. Skills: Knowledgeable in most aspect of medicine but does not practice them all. Dr. Elmore exclusively deals with surgery and refused patient with other complaints. He especially avoids any patient with infectious diseases. Bio: As a child, Vito always looked up to his father as a local family physician. He worked hard to be admitted in a medical school and eventually graduated to help his father with the clinic work. Many patients had seen him as a kind and understanding physician that saw them as individuals instead of as diseases. Among his colleagues, he was a great diagnostician and reductionist. For a while, everything seemed to be going in the right direction for Vito. He was taking over his father’s practice, and had made plans to marry a local girl, Bridget. However, an unfortunate contamination lead Vito to become infected with flesh-eating disease near his face and limbs. He survived the incident but was left scarred over a large percent of his body. He returned to work after the recovery but he began noticing the look of disgust some patients give him when they saw his face. His marriage to Bridget was the only brilliance during these dark days. Despite Bridget’s encouragement and persuasion, Vito began resenting his work as a physician in the clinic as he found people to be unworthy of his help. After his father passed, Vito closed down the clinic and returned to further medical training. When he finished, he took Bridget with him to Londonary where he opened a new clinic that specializes in surgery. It was here that he began wearing the bird mask used once before by physicians during the Black Plague. He accepted no one else in his clinic except those with surgical concerns, and his procedure often came at an unreasonably high cost. Although on the surface, Vito’s practice seemed to be barely out of the ordinary with regular civilians coming in and out each day to seek treatment. However, Vito’s patient often come with questionable backgrounds, as he has no moral qualms about who he operates on. Murderers, thieves, smugglers, anyone with money to spare. His client slowly began diverging, and he began being called upon to assist in “suicides”, and preserved several “volunteered” bodies in formaldehyde to practice on. He kept most of his practice secret from Bridget, and came home for dinner regularly everyday. On the other hand, Bridget began studying from her husband’s books and began helping patients that her husband refused to treat. The two never bothered each other in terms of their practice, and lived in peace during their stay in Londonary.