Name: Doctor Sharpp (A.K.A Doc)
Age: 40
Gender: Male
Appearance:
(Just pretend the flame is a healing spell/ability)
Personality: A humble man with great instincts. He may not look the part, but odds are he's one of the friendliest people you'll ever meet. That is, unless your on his bad side. Doc is not very skilled with blades, but he is determined to use them, especially since he was taken to the mansion carrying one. He was a medical aid in the military before he learned of his healing abilities.
Fear(s): Loss of Focus, Being Responsible for Death, Not Living Up to Expectations
Ability: With focus and willpower, he can heal any living thing in a matter of minutes.
Short History: Doc worked in the military for eighteen years as a medical aid until he was taken. He was stationed in a foreign country to make sure the spies were always healthy when they went out for duty. The city in which he was stationed in was filled with market places, and being Doc, he could not resist the temptation of hunger. He entered the market place to find some grub. It all looked much better than the crap they were fed in the military.
He had plenty of cash, so he was excited to be able to spend it for once. He bought several of the many sandwiches they had there and many homemade foods. He had just payed for them when he felt as if he were being watched. He hurried away, heading back to the safe-house. He exited the crowded market place and stalked toward the safe-house which was only a few blocks away from the stores. He glanced behind him to see a hooded figure following him, though making an effort to seem like he was not.
Doc knew that there was a museum on the way, so he climbed the steps and entered. He had not taken the time to read what the museum was about, but he was glad it was free entry. Inside, swords, cannons, and clothes from several different wars were scattered around. He rushed through them, though curiosity got to him a few times. He saw the swords and was immediately pulled in. He could not feel the eyes of the stalker on him any more and decided that it was safe.
Little did he know, that the stalker was right behind him. He turned to walk to a new area of antiques, but ran right into the hooded figure. By military instinct, he reached behind him and grabbed the leather hilt of a sword, holding in front of him.
"Leave me alone!" he shouted, but it did nothing.
The hooded figured said nothing, and reached for another sword, swinging it at Doc. Doc ducked away, hesitantly swing it back to the figure. Without any idea of what happened, his world went black. He heard a few whispers as his vision faded in and out periodically, but could never make out anything. Before he knew it, he awoke in a small basement with a few other people.
Other: Refuses to give his real name to people, so he calls himself Doc Sharpp. Both are fake, but he prefers to keep his identity secret because he knows nobody that The Collector has collected.