Name: Merle Porter (Only known as “Doktor”)
Age: Late 20’s/Early 30’s
Gender: Male
Description: Not too tall, nor too short, the plague doctor’s solid, albeit slim figure is given the illusion of being much thicker about the torso by a travel pack that extends from his derrier to nearly the top of his head. The pack is covered in an assortment of tools such as a shovel, a pan or two, and other general wares. The Doktor obviously does much traveling given the supplies hanging onto and sticking into said pack. The only addition that doesn’t seem to fit on the outside of the pack hangs from the top: three bird-like plague masks, each slightly different, and each a different sort of occult than the one beside it, as though the Doktor is doing more than filtering air with them.
The man himself is mildly less intimidating than his mobile home. His clothes are a sparse, torn, and rough brown material about the pants, capped off at the feet by a pair of worn pointed boots. Tucked into his pants, a formerly pure red shirt with frills dropping down from the shoulders around the chest adorns him. Both pieces are worn to the point of needing to be replaced. The Doktor wears his shirt with the sleeves rolled up just above the elbows, giving a view of his forearms, which are covered in various marks that could be guessed to be symbols of importance in several different cultures. His hands are not spared from the markings either, which cover all the way down to the fingertips.
His face is devoid of markings and friendly, if not a little innocent in nature. A true professional, the Doktor’s face is only ever allowed to have short black stubble at most, and usually a clean shave. Above the various dirt smudges and whatnot on his face, messy, short hair adorns his head. Light blue eyes stare out from the sockets.
One strange thing about his appearance is the presence of a plethora of knives over various spots on his body, including one sticking out of and one stuck to each boot, around the waist, on the chest, and on the side of the pack. In addition to the knives, the plague doctor carries a machete in a sheath on the left side of his waist. Another machete hilt sticks out from between his back and the pack on the right side.
Personality: He is overwhelmingly kind. Almost to a fault, and almost as though he has some ulterior motive. Constantly trying to help others, the Doktor seems almost incapable of focusing on himself other than to note things in his studies. By contrast, the snap to violence is anything but slow when it comes to defending himself, yet ends just as quickly as it starts once the threat is taken care of.
Backstory: He hails from the unforgiving swamps of a land far away, rumored to be either on the other side of the continent or of another entirely, but one thing remains consistent: that he is of a medicinal background, though one could ask and receive no clear answer as to what that means. Moreso, one could get the same non-answer when inquiring as to the Doktor’s identity or anything of personal importance, as the man himself seems to be unaware.
Other: The man is trailed at all times by a raven with four, blood red eyes, never closely, and never too far away. It always perches within sight, and will find somewhere it can be seen, even if barely. Within earshot, it whispers names to the Doktor. Constantly whispering names. None of which he can remember or place a face to. He has no idea why it whispers names to him, but has decided to title the bird Merle.
Age: Late 20’s/Early 30’s
Gender: Male
Description: Not too tall, nor too short, the plague doctor’s solid, albeit slim figure is given the illusion of being much thicker about the torso by a travel pack that extends from his derrier to nearly the top of his head. The pack is covered in an assortment of tools such as a shovel, a pan or two, and other general wares. The Doktor obviously does much traveling given the supplies hanging onto and sticking into said pack. The only addition that doesn’t seem to fit on the outside of the pack hangs from the top: three bird-like plague masks, each slightly different, and each a different sort of occult than the one beside it, as though the Doktor is doing more than filtering air with them.
The man himself is mildly less intimidating than his mobile home. His clothes are a sparse, torn, and rough brown material about the pants, capped off at the feet by a pair of worn pointed boots. Tucked into his pants, a formerly pure red shirt with frills dropping down from the shoulders around the chest adorns him. Both pieces are worn to the point of needing to be replaced. The Doktor wears his shirt with the sleeves rolled up just above the elbows, giving a view of his forearms, which are covered in various marks that could be guessed to be symbols of importance in several different cultures. His hands are not spared from the markings either, which cover all the way down to the fingertips.
His face is devoid of markings and friendly, if not a little innocent in nature. A true professional, the Doktor’s face is only ever allowed to have short black stubble at most, and usually a clean shave. Above the various dirt smudges and whatnot on his face, messy, short hair adorns his head. Light blue eyes stare out from the sockets.
One strange thing about his appearance is the presence of a plethora of knives over various spots on his body, including one sticking out of and one stuck to each boot, around the waist, on the chest, and on the side of the pack. In addition to the knives, the plague doctor carries a machete in a sheath on the left side of his waist. Another machete hilt sticks out from between his back and the pack on the right side.
Personality: He is overwhelmingly kind. Almost to a fault, and almost as though he has some ulterior motive. Constantly trying to help others, the Doktor seems almost incapable of focusing on himself other than to note things in his studies. By contrast, the snap to violence is anything but slow when it comes to defending himself, yet ends just as quickly as it starts once the threat is taken care of.
Backstory: He hails from the unforgiving swamps of a land far away, rumored to be either on the other side of the continent or of another entirely, but one thing remains consistent: that he is of a medicinal background, though one could ask and receive no clear answer as to what that means. Moreso, one could get the same non-answer when inquiring as to the Doktor’s identity or anything of personal importance, as the man himself seems to be unaware.
Other: The man is trailed at all times by a raven with four, blood red eyes, never closely, and never too far away. It always perches within sight, and will find somewhere it can be seen, even if barely. Within earshot, it whispers names to the Doktor. Constantly whispering names. None of which he can remember or place a face to. He has no idea why it whispers names to him, but has decided to title the bird Merle.