I was born in a small wait, scratch that. That's no way to start a story, at least not mine. My upbringing was completely normal and has nothing to do with what I am today. I was a rather sickly child, grown into a rather sickly man, which might have something to do with the unbridled growth of my imagination. I don't think I've ever really grown up not inside. My interests are the mature equivalent of being attracted to Shiny Things. I'm always trying to feel like I'm having an adventure. Like I'm doing something important. I won't try false modesty on you I'm a smart guy. Sometimes I wish I wasn't. No matter what they say, anyone with advanced perceptions is bound to be unhappy and perpetually bored. Anything you do is just a drop in the bucket for someone who notices everything. So I try to get lost in my work. I was THE go-to guy if you had some rare tropical disease; It took me about 10 years to get tired of medical work. I still do it to pay the bills, but what I really love are the Cases. People bring me problems, and I take care of them. Whether it's just a citizen with a problem or work for the Reavers, I clean up Khazan's mess. Extract the tumors. Pull the teeth. I take a Case, and for a few days I get to feel like Sam Spade. It's not noble, or valiant, but I have fun. I need it to keep from going insane.
I don't think I ever really wanted to do this. The whole hero thing, I mean. I've always just wanted to keep to myself and have a respectable career. I never would have guessed that, by the time I was thirty, I'd be completely and utterly bored with my life. There are only so many cases of Ebola, only so many surgeries you can perform before they all start to seem the same. I have a low threshold for repetition, I suppose. I'm deeply passionate, though you wouldn't know it from looking at me. Just passionate about myself, about staying busy. I heal people for the satisfaction of having fixed them, and I treat my Cases the same way. Hm, what else? I don't have many friends hardly anyone can stand the bad attitude and nasty temper. That's no one's fault but my own, and I like it that way. People, in the collective sense, are mediocre idiots. A few individuals, on the other hand, I can stand. More than stand: I'd say I'm a loyal friend. Insanely loyal. God help you if you cross someone I've sworn to protect.
I rely on my mind in a fight. Not in the psychic powers way, of course. I set traps, I lie in wait. Whenever I can, I make the guy trip himself up or get himself caught by the Sentinels. I don't need to get credit; I actually get quite a rush if no one knows the catch was my doing at all. All I need is the personal satisfaction of a job well done. Elaborate, elegant plans also keep me from getting too close to my opponent and hopefully my client. I care about my Cases, but bad things happen if I care about the people. I have a huge capacity for emotion, unfortunately. Cumbersome, dangerous emotion. Distance is the key, so I rely on my mind. If at all possible, I stay far away from my victim... but then there's the killing.
Slicing Attack: Standard
- Weakness: Power in Item - Hard to Lose
- Weakness: Limited Uses - Multi-Use
Do you know the fastest way to a man's heart? Six inches of steel between the 5th and 6th ribs. Haha, just a bit of humor there, sorry. But in all honesty, I try not to do the killing myself. I like it too much. It's so... consuming, satisfying. Like sex, which I try to stay away from also. I need my wits about me at all times, so I try not to... give into temptation. Sometimes it has to be done, though. Someone's put up such a hard fight that I have to feel the last blood drain from their bodies, see the flicker behind their eyes as the brain shorts its last circuit; especially when they've done something to harm a kid. It's a pet peeve of mine. I keep my scalpel with me, of course I have to have a weapon that feels familiar in my hand. And one more thing, though I'm ashamed to admit it: after a while I get squeamish. Enough images of that knife cutting through flesh like it were hot butter, and I'm gripped by a kind of existential fear. The body's such a pitiably frail machine, and who knows better than I? I gave up trying to explain it long ago.
Environmental Awareness: Superior
- Weakness: Not usable in terrain - Hall of Mirrors
Like I said, I've got a good head on my shoulders. I know what's going on around me, when I'm paying attention. I can be put out of sorts, though, when I'm not sure what around me is real. Give me a sturdy enough place to stand, and I'll move the world for you. But if things don't make sense...
Closed Mind: Superior
- Weakness: Not usable in terrain - Bar Fight
I'm not easily fooled. I have precious little to be proud of, but I can spot a lie a mile off on a clear day. Reason. Logic. Those are the things that matter to me. I'm not a religious man, if you couldn't tell. Blind faith opens you up, makes you weak. If you can believe unquestioningly in anything, you can be tricked by any sucker with flashing lights and loud sounds. An unwavering sense of reality, that's my real strength. But of course... uh... I'm only human. No one can be expected to keep a grip on themselves while drunk, am I right? Alcohol is a vice of mine, though I rarely indulge anywhere but alone in my home at the end of a tough Case.
Elementary, My Dear
Observation and Deduction is key to both medicine and crime fighting. It's probably because I read way too many detective novels as a kid, but I spent my entire youth honing my skills. I actually made a fool of myself many a time checking my reasoning by going up to a stranger in a crowded store and asking them if they were really cheating on their husband, or suffering diabetes. But I've gotten good, after all these years. You show me a spatter of mud on the cuff of your jacket, and I'll tell you where you were last night.
- Weakness: Limited Uses - One Use
- Weakness: Not usable in terrain - Frozen Wastes
Oh yes, my real job. I'm good, yes, but I'm no miracle worker. I'll have you fixed up in a flash as long as I have shelter and equipment. I've heard of some people who can heal through touch, or just by thinking about it. Whether or not I even buy that, I work in more mundane ways. Tests, antibiotics, bed rest, call me in the morning. If I'm caught without any kind of facility, I'm at a loss.