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Taliesin Clay
Character information
  1. Alias
    "The (Plague) Doctor" | "The Withered One" | "Rossman" | "Bird Man/Doctor" | "Doc" |
  2. Mental
    Maddened, But Calm
  3. Morale
    Weirdly Confident
  4. Place of birth
    [REDACTED], USA
  5. Nationality
    American
  6. Ethnicity
    Caucasian (Very Pale)
  7. Languages
    English | Latin | Old English
  8. Religion
    "The Followers Of The Void"

Description

  1. Height
    168 cm
  2. Weight
    75 kg
  3. Build
    Thin and Boney
  4. Hair
    Brown and Curly
  5. Eyes
    Blueish Grey
  6. Alignment
    Lawful Neutral
  7. Features
    - Faded cuts along his arms and hands
    - No eyelids over his left eye
    - Missing the cartilage part of his nose
  8. Equipment
    - A homemade "plague doctor" mask
    - Black clothing
    - A slew of "medical tools" and "medicine" in his bag
    - His "doctor stick of the medical variety"
    - Several bottles of eye drops for his left eye
  9. Occupation
    Previous: [REDACTED] | Current: "Doctor"

Background

(WIP)

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Spoiler

 

 

Tick. Tock.

The clock moved, ever so closer.

Tick. Tock.

The people hurried as the unclean and unholy were filed through white and pure halls.

Tick. Tock.

"Soon", he thought, "It will be all over soon."

Chimes rang throughout the air. Nine o'clock was upon him.

He smiled, knowing he could finally leave this wretched building. All the sick, all the needy, all the dying would be behind him until he returned the next day. No more calls, no more yelling, no more crying. It was peaceful. He could, at last, go back to the little, dirty, Chernarussian hotel he was forced to call home these last few weeks. It wasn't much, but it was better than most places in the old Soviet Bloc. He clambered up the stairs, dragging his tired feet as he went. He didn't dare use the elevator-- as to call them death-traps would be kind.

As he slowly ascended in the warm July air, he heard sounds in the distance. Peculiar, but not unfamiliar, sounds.

Pop. Pop pop. Pop. Pop pop pop pop pop. Pop.                                                                                                                                 NOTAGAINNOTAGAINNOTAGAIN

He was on fifth floor now. The city stretched out before him through a dirty glass window. He pressed his face against it to avoid the glow of the flickering florescent lights that hummed on the ceiling behind him. The sky was dark, with only a few stars twinkling for company. That was, until, he saw green lights stream through the air followed by more popping. Then, another stream. And another. Soon all he could keep his eyes on was the green. Then the popping turned to bangs. Then the bangs were followed by screams and wails of terror and pain.

Then it clicked.

"Oh. Gunshots." He muttered to himself.

His blood was cold, but he felt no fear. He was... Ok. Well, he wasn't "ok"-- no, he was VERY not ok. Just not in the way we usually think of "being ok". He was content. He was accepting of the situation and found no need to try and change it. He was indifferent, one might say.

As he looked out into the night, entranced by it's simplicity, he felt a cold hand slowly move onto his left shoulder. As he looked up, his eyes met that of a tall man shrouded in a thick black smoke with sharp red eyes that would pierce into any other man's heart like needles of ice. However, he gave it a warming look.             HE'S NOT REAL CLAY

"There you are. I was wondering when you would show up."                                            PERCIVAL IS ALWAYS WATCHING

The figure's image flickered as it cocked it's head to one side. A misty finger caressed under his chin, guiding him to look down the hall behind him. He shifted his eyes down to his scarred hands before his grin began to fade.

"It's time, isn't it?"

The shadowy figure nodded slowly before it started to glide down the hallway. It stopped in front of a door. "Room 132" read a faded plaque just above the cracked peephole. He followed, in a daze at his own realization. He got to the door's handle, and slid a key card into it. With a whir and a click, the door opened. He stumbled inside, and slammed it closed.

-Snap-                                                                                            THEY

One lock.                                                                                                 ALL

|Click|                                                                                                                   DIE

Two.                                                                                                                            IN

S l i d e                                                                                                                              THE          

Sealed.                                                                                                                                       END

Nobody will disturb him now. He slumped against the door, and put his head in his hands. All those years he knew, yet he could have never been prepared for the day that would come to pass. He began to weep. Hours past, and his tears ran dry. Days past, and the tap stopped flowing. A week past, and the screams all fell silent. Hell finally froze over that bright Summer morn, and he knew it. Now hungry, tired, and utterly broken, he emerged into the new world that day. 

The day that a man once known by "Taliesin Clay" died.                                                        FREE HIM

The day something much stranger was born...                                                                         CAGE HIM

THUS WAS BORN A BEING OF SHADOW WITH A HEART OF UNFORGIVING DARKNESS. HE BECAME KNOWN NOT BY HIS NOW FORGOTTEN NAME, BUT BY HIS TITLE:

"THE DOCTOR".

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Spoiler

(If you were to search his person, you would find a little black journal with all of the below written inside. Once acquired or read, please PM me so I know that the knowledge was found IG and not metagamed. Thanks!)

 

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Spoiler

We all feel the void. It comes in all different forms in our world. Physically, she can be seen in the night or in shadows. In man, she can be heard as the voices of “sin”: wrath, gluttony, greed, envy, sloth, pride, or lust. For as long as we can remember, man has feared the Void’s call.  We ran from it, hid from it, and used fire to burn her away. Where once she embraced us, the Void has been banished into solitude as we have been forced into the light. However, not all accept this drastic shift. No, we prefer to put ourselves, and our hearts, into the one who protected us for thousands of years before any light broke into this realm. For the Void is our mother, and we are her children-- every last one of us. It is the job of us, the awakened, to bring others from their “enlightened” slumbers and back into the fold. Whether it is by a helping hand or a bloody sword, we must help them before it is too late to return to her veiled embrace.

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Spoiler

+ The Hungry Ones are feral and listen to no man nor reasoning
+ They attract to noises and light
+ Aim for the head for best results, though any significant wounding can return them
+ Wildlife is now returning to where man roamed
+ Prey is easier to find, and predators are always closer because of it
+ Flowing water is better than stagnant
+ Avoid anyone who claims to be of Chedaki, NAPA, or CDF affiliation
+ Consumption of man is frowned upon around this land, do so in private
+ Russians are feared and hated by locals
+ Gas Masks are unfortunately needed in some places
+ Aircraft fall soon after reaching the sky
+ United Nations, North Atlantic Treaty Organization, and World Health Organization are to be avoided
+ Slavers pay well for sedatives and other medicine
+ All are our enemy until converted and sent to wander, feign a good face until then
+ Use names of the dead as aliases to avoid detection
+ Need to make/find more eye drops for left eye
+ Destroy any “holy texts” in private, distresses and angers locals
~

+ Muslims, Russians, Mafia are not to be trusted
+ Samuel = Tree Stump, South
+ Adriana = Plum Tree, Field, East
+ "Kyle Of The 52" owes us a "favor"
+ The military base North of Severograd is toxic, DO NOT ENTER
+ Tend to graves every day possible, they are lonely when people forget
+ Pork = Bad
+ Look for a woman named "Raven" (black hair, pale skin, many tattoos, knows Anya)

+ If a man with no ear, nose, or toes on one foot is found, kill him (Name is "Asher", infamous cannibal and child killer and possible rapist)
+ A(R), D(R), S(C), A(C), D(R), M(R)
+ Black Roses = Fiends (Friends and Foes)
+ Speak to Sunny (with Ace?) about '"The X"
+ Guns can be fun (and loud)
+ Don't argue with idiots, you will only hurt yourself trying
+ Attempt to convert the dying woman to the Void before it's too late
+ Speak to the C-Russian about the old woman's burial and funeral duties if she passes before she gives them to me
+ SCRIBBLES ABOUT "THE BROKEN" FROM FATHER JOSIAH (6/18/19):

"Alyssa
they are after her
the broken
I went looking for them and they found me
they said they would catch those closest to me
and kill them
they tortured me threw me into a room with heads
just severed heads
they said for me to look into their eyes
there's six of them
a pawn a rook and a knight a queen a a bishop and a king
I didn't escape they just threw me in the forest
the leader's name is brian
I didn't hear dutch
not dutch
dutch talked to brian in here
brian wanted this
this is what the king wants
the broken want us broken
not dutches fault"

+ The King = "Brian"
+ The Queen = ?
+ The Bishop = ?
+ The Knight = ?
+ The Rook = ?
+ The Pawn = (Dead?
) ?

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Spoiler

RETURNED
WANDERER
INCURABLE

Date: 08/02/2017
Sex: Male

Name: Dimitri (Doe)
Age: 28
Cured: 

Converted:
Method: Bled Of Light
Status: Returned
*Note: Uncooperative, disrespected Mother, spouted heresy

Date: 09/27/2017
Sex: Male
Name: Private (John) Rossman
Age: N/A (Adult)
Cured:

Converted:
Method: Medical Stick
Status: Returned
*Note: Only spouted militant nonsense

Date: 09/27/2018
Sex: Male
Name: Private (John) Lance
Age: N/A (Adult)
Cured:

Converted:
Method: Medical Stick
Status: Returned
*Note: Cried and was unresponsive to my words

Date: 11/18/2018
Sex: Female
Name: Hana Svoboda
Age: 31
Cured:

Converted:
Method: Medicine
Status: Wanderer

*Note: Administered fungi orally, claimed to see my companion, willing conversion afterwards

Date: 12/25/2018
Sex: Male
Name: Father Sven Hartford
Age: 63
Cured:

Converted:
Method: Removal Of Voice & Bled Of Light
Status: Returned

*Note: Christian Priest, incurable due to this ailment

Date: 02/17/2018
Sex: Male
Name: Igor (Doe)
Age: N/A (Adult)
Cured:

Converted:
Method: Wrath
Status: Returned
*Note: Assistant to my torture, removed the cartilage of my nose and seared the wound

Date: 02/17/2018
Sex: Male
Name: N/A
Age: N/A (Adult)
Cured:

Converted:
Method: Wrath & Consumed
Status: Returned

*Note: Removed my left eyelids during my capture, was quite large, cooked afterwards

Date: 02/17/2018
Sex: Female
Name: N/A
Age: N/A (Adult)
Cured:

Converted: 
Method: Wrath
Status: Returned

*Note: Associate to torturers

Date: 03/13/2018
Sex: Male
Name: James Corwin
Age: 21
Cured:

Converted:
Method: Drink Of The Void
Status: Wanderer

*Note: Missing right arm, did not eat well, consumed drink quickly and happily

Date: 03/26/2018
Sex: Female
Name: Nancy (Doe)
Age: 26
Cured:

Converted:
Method: Medical Stick
Status: Returned

*Note: Wouldn’t stop yelling, had to gag, once ungagged kept saying “you’re gonna rape me aren’t you” repeatedly, used medical stick to silence

Date: 04/01/2018
Sex: Male
Name: N/A
Age: N/A (Teenager)
Cured:

Converted:
Method: Bled Of Light
Status: Returned

*Note: Attacked me in my slumber, forced to return them via a sharp medical device

Date: 05/20/2018
Sex: Male
Name: (John) “Rhino” (Doe)
Age: N/A
Cured:

Converted:
Method: Medical Stick
Status: Returned

*Note: Claimed to be a mercenary of some kind, devoted to the Christian faith, incurable due to this ailment

Date: 08/06/2018
Sex: Male
Name: Steeve Bear
Age: N/A (Adult)
Cured:

Converted:
Method: Medicine
Status: Returned

*Note: Addict to some degree, had to overload with medicine, and he couldn’t handle it

Date: 10/09/2018
Sex: Female
Name: Jesse Sinclair
Age: 31
Cured:

Converted:
Method: Medicine
Status: Wanderer

*Note: Showed signs of depression, aided her over several days, provoked mating with me, a very enjoyable patient overall

Date:11/17/2018
Sex: Male
Name: N/A
Age: N/A (Adult)
Cured:

Converted:
Method: Medical Stick
Status: Returned

*Note: Attacked me during the day, found him later at night, cured him via medical stick

Date: 03/22/2019
Sex: Male
Name: Everest (Doe)
Age: 30
Cured:

Converted:
Method: Medicine
Status: Wanderer

*Note: Claimed to see my companion prior to medicine, had dual-colored eyes, possibly supernatural nature, companion in white named “Ian”

Date: 04/3/2019
Sex: Male
Name: Doctor Jimmy Anderson
Age: N/A (Adult)
Cured:

Converted:
Method: Removal Of Sight + Voice & Bled Of Light
Status: Returned

*Note: Claimed to remember me from “before it all”, claimed I was “sick in the head”, spouted other heresy, incurable due to this ailment

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Spoiler

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Individuals:
- Jennifer: Found her in a town, brought her to a castle, Void Mother knows of her plight, kind person
-
Alyssa: Kind person, brought me to her people, odd woman, manic in hard situations, some form of leader, mood swings, stitched her up, saved me from two idiots with bad intent in their eyes
-
Sunny: Childish, kind of rude, says he cares not yet still does, very touchy, mood swings, leader (?), "Brother" to Fae, "Uncle" to Robbie, likes explosives, shouldn't be trusted WITH any explosives, Diagnosed = Canis lupus familiaris
-
Fae: Mother to Robbie, kind, somewhat ditsy, "Sister" to Sunny
-
Robbie: Young boy, Son to Fae, "Nephew" to Sunny, kind, medical student of some kind, better with modern medicine than I
-
Needle: Odd, some kind of doctor, likes/needs many medical needles
-
Derek: Kind(ish), mood swings, leader of some form, calmer than female counterpart, cold
-
Mallory: Kind, wears jean jackets, climbs trees, minimal supplies/gear
-
Samuel: Old man, stitched up his head, was killed by Dutch, buried and funeral by me, his funeral was attended by myself, Ace, Ripper, and Father Josiah, only quote from him: "Pain? I live off of pain." (Noted for future use)...
-
Father Josiah: Religious man (?), had to be fixed by me, face sewn shut due to face cuts, gave symbol of the Void, attended the funeral of Samuel, was captured alongside me, ripped out his stitches, if done again I will use heat to reseal his mouth, seems to dislike Martin, doesn't take to tranquilizers very well
- Dutch: Wears gold, is very brash, arrogant to a degree, killed Samuel via knife to the throat, asked Samuel to be buried
-
Ace: Spanish/Mexican, has thick accent, many tattoos, had to be fixed by me, kind, cried and spoke at the funeral of Samuel, has many injuries, was distressed after torture (presumably) from Martin, I cleaned more wounds, cleared a tear and showed her a smile (why?), marked Samuel's grave properly with his name and "Walk Proudly Into Heaven", I may have grown fond of her (how?)
-
Ripper: Quiet man, kind, wears much blue, carries a large gun, attended the funeral of Samuel
-
Bobby: Came to me with his dead child, I buried and marked her grave, saved me from two idiots who wish to hurt him and the people at the camp, good in my eyes
-
Anthony: Crass, wouldn't/won't shut his mouth, likes to fight, rude, gets what's coming to him, had his mouth sown shut, serial killer, "West Virginia Slasher", targets women/girls, ~40-50(?) under his name, offered to remove prison tattoo of his number, MARKED FOR RETURN
- Martin: Wears bright colors, mocks my patients, beats my patients, rude, crass, generally horrible to be around from my perspective
- Anya: Kind, quiet, keeps to herself for the most part, doesn't seem to judge or be scared of my demeanor, has symmetrical flocks of ravens on her arms (looks new-ish?), missing friend named "Raven" (dark hair, pale skin, many tattoos, missing for three months), seems to absorb information
- Kaz: Violent, bred for war, riddled with scars from warfare and battle, Russian, patched him up after a nasty gunfight, he was somewhat crude, thanked me for my work (something he doesn't do often it seems)
Frank: Idiot, got bit by Sunny as revenge for KOing Sunny, may have infected bite wound, don't care for him

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Conglomerates:
- Cade & Vincent: Nitwits, took me and the Father Josiah, tried to use us for information, lied through my teeth at them, they stripped me, humiliated me, took me from my TOOLS, saved by them via Alyssa and Bobby, MARKED FOR RETURN
- The Mafia: Loud, tried to sell us Cannabis, Italian(?), like to fight
-
The Broken: Quite horrible people, terrifies Alyssa to the limit of utter mania and hysteria, use chess pieces for code names, uses psychological warfare tactics over radios, takes people when they are alone, mostly hit-and-run tactics

 

 


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