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Dual Charity
Played By: Rhekarid

Dual Charity by Rhekarid

TEAM: The Fallen

SECTOR: SCIENCE

KIT CLASS: Inventor


Hall Of Fame!

Survival - 8 wins!

Brutal - 1 fatalaties!

Fight Record
League Wins: 8
League Losses: 3
Out Of League Wins: 0
Out of League Losses: 2
Total Wins: 8
Total Losses: 5
I-Smite-You-Now - Loss 9-13
Haug - Loss 9-11
The Prosecutor - Loss 7-12
Hitokiri Jin - Win 12-7
The Butcher - Win 10-9
Tyabusha Kimiko - Win 17-5
Wanted: Dead or Alive - Win 12-7
ToK: Paix nel-Mondo - Loss 5-12
Meatpacking Plant 319 - Win 10-5
Nogard and Draco - Win 9-6
The Historian - Win 8-7
Chepitz the Protogolem - Win 11-7
Once in a Lifetime - Loss 8-9

Everyone likes to have their own theory on what runs the universe, what makes people do the things they do. We doctors often have a front row seat to the most base of principles that surround life. When great wars consume the land some say that a collective madness has suddenly engulfed humanity. Good, evil, chaos, law...whatever you believe in or think that they are, it's a simple fact that such forces are what fuel reality. I don't think anybody would deny that, so it seems to be true. Evil is released into the universe, and evil takes place. Seems simple enough, right? The more you generate, the more that takes place. And the more of each that is put into it, the more vibrant and interesting the universe becomes! This is the fuel it runs on, and a constant flow of each is needed. Of course, I don't wish terrible things upon people. But if good overcame all, a major fuel source would be lost and the universe would stop on its heel! Nothing would ever happen again, and all would be consumed by boredom. Is that not terrible? I am no great man. I simply wish to do my part to keep the universe running smoothly, and more importantly, interestingly. A steady supply of atrocities and miracles is what I offer, is what I release into the air to feed someone else's destiny to further those feelings. In such a city, my actions will be no more than insignificant, I am sure, but they always say that every little bit helps...right?

 

Personality: It takes a great deal of balance to spew such chaos. If I am to swing between the foulest of deeds and the grandest generosities, to feel the deepest pangs of love and hate, I must feel nothing at all. Only from such a vantage point can I hope to properly pick and choose the best response from the moment. My childhood prepared me well before ultimately leading me to my calling in medicine. And to think, back then I was merely desperate and confused, erratically changing my behavior in an effort to discover who and what I was, why I didn't feel the things the others did. The children on the playground reacted with fear and anger when I pinned one of our playmates on the ground and dissected her like a frog, but can they imagine the rapturous joy on the face of the parents whose little girl would leave the hospital alive after all, thanks to the kidney I brought them? No, I don't think that they can. That is why they are destined to be nothing more than cosmic firewood, burned up in the name of someone else's good or evil. They cannot appreciate the importance of taking the initiative to do the burning yourself.

 

Strength:

 

Weak BELOW normal human strength -
can bench press 50 pounds (maybe).
Agility:

 

Standard Normal human agility.
Body:

 

Weak BELOW normal human endurance.
Goes down easy and stays there.
Mind:

 

Superior Highly educated and ingenious.
A smart cookie.

Nursing Aid

  • Power: Paralysis
  • Level:Supreme
  • Kit Power Link: Inventor
  • Ranged Attack Attack usable at a distance (only).
Evil begets evil, of course. I needed to take advantage of someone else's to make an ample supply of my own. So fortunate that you cannot walk across a room in this city without tripping over someone's nightmare. I may not have been welcome in much of society for my unconventional views, but there were those who did not cling so foolishly to obsolete ideas, who watched my talent from the beginning. What, amongst all the creations of intelligent life, has spawned doubly so much good and ill as medicine? For every miracle cure there is an unholy plague. It was natural to take this profession. I was a good doctor, a grand doctor, because I could learn the secrets of anatomy that feelings get in the way of! I can revive infants from brain-death long after my colleagues would have considered them beyond redemption, thanks to what I discovered while forcing so many into it. That was in the past...I am alone, now. Sometimes I return to the old allies for supplies, or shelter from the mindless masses and their torches and pitchforks. But for the most part, I work best with plenty of space. I need people to create more good and evil in the universe, for those are concepts that exist only when there are people to imagine them. Thankfully, new patients are easy to retrieve. I've had plenty of experience with having to subdue someone who wanted to escape my ministrations despite them being their only chance of survival. A dart to the back laced with the proper drugs takes them down quickly enough. I prefer they be conscious but held down anyway...the emotions I seek come so much stronger when they can see what I am doing to them.

Evil Conceived

I may not be short of supplies, but I am not a rich man. Utensils have to be cleaned and replaced, and it's always easier to do things right when you can literally get a feel for them. I took a few things here and there, knit them into my flesh, and became ever the better doctor for it. The evils are so much easier to commit when you don't have to select an implement of torture, but merely need bend someone's head down and pluck their toes and fingers off while they watch, wondering in immobile silence whether they will bleed to death or simply live on as an ineffectual cripple. I've hid my attachments well enough that I can still walk among crowds without drawing a second glance, but drive the heart of the man in front of me into his stomach should I feel that the balance must tilt that way. Such violence is all people see...they care not for the three lives I saved with what I observed from doing just that.

Mastered Love

  • Power: Healing
  • Level:Supreme
  • Kit Power Link: Inventor
For every wrong I perform there is a right. I have saved as many lives as I have destroyed. People dying of wounds and illness that other doctors had no hope for fixing. I took them and restored them, brought them new health they never thought possible, and then set them free. The sheer happiness in their faces is astounding. Often the best results can be gained with a combination...using my skills to keep someone alive long after they've lost both the will and the way to do so naturally, or worsening the condition of a dying individual, such that their relief and gratitude upon recovery is all the greater. These skills I built into myself as well, patching wounds even as bones crumble and give way.

Ideal Feelings

What meaning would there be to any of this without the right feelings? Not only good and evil must be done to fuel the universe properly, but there must be love and hate as well. By starting with nothing, I learned to feel whatever I needed to at the moment. An act is that much more cruel, more benevolent, if you have the right sensations in response to what you are doing. Get into someone's brain, dab at it with the right chemicals and electrodes, and you can do the same for them. I want only the best to be sent into reality as more threads for the weaving of fate. Specific tampering can purify the results of my work beyond mere experiments with the subject's anatomy. A person's entire personality can be changed, over time. Depending on the individual this can be good or bad. Exactly what I need.

Hippocratic

I am not a fool in my work. The things I do must be carefully monitored and controlled, so I do not create an imbalance. If I were to randomly take someone off the street, what if they were a schoolteacher? A landlord? Another doctor? There are too many random variables there. I make a point of knowing who I claim from the street. It helps in knowing their past, as well, when it comes to what I do with them, whether I grant either their greatest wish or greatest nightmare. But, my heart is not stone. I am not looking at these people as objects...merely numbers, which have far greater importance for a man like myself. Once as I returned a young woman to her life, her cries were incessant...so as a free favor, I tore her nose off and gave her a better one. She spoke much less after that.