Dr. Nightshade

The beginning.

Every kyrlicht was once a person, and the Doctor is no exception. Although they can hardly remember their own beginnings, they receive flashes of intuition, insight, and nightmares that are all too vivid to be false. Certain faces cause their heart to ache with nostalgia and grief, the sounds of nature reminding them of a ruined cottage, and the tinkling of a music box brings them to tears. From what Nightshade knows, they are aware that they were born at least two centuries ago, for when they had reawoken, they were baffled to see humanity's progress. There were carriages shaped like metal beasts, a machine that could radiate light to cook food, and the war against the tiny microscopic particles - pathogens - had changed to the point where many men, women and children had received countless shots and vials of healing, more than any village healer or city physician could fathom. The realization hit them hard, and threw them into a bleak spiral in their beginning years. What was the point of their rebirth if they were obsolete?

Finding Purpose.

For ages, the Doctor remained sequestered in a magical realm, their domain, alone. Surrounded by a library and the howling of the moors, they studied the past two centuries worth of knowledge, and knew in their bones that the questions that people had yet to grasp were far more complicated to solve than any questions prior. Transhumanism, experimentation, genetics, these were the next frontiers.

Another decade was spent in solitude and contemplation before they began their own path to ascencion, having pieced together the signs of calamity. It was a cloudy day in October when they began 'The Great Work,' a project that still consumes them feverishly. Not two days after they vowed to solve this final problem did they make their first contract. Naturally, it was a disaster. But more would soon come.

Contracts.

In the present, Dr. Nightshade is tethered to a variety of mortals. Even they themselves aren't sure how many contracts they have and can only remember through the writings in their journal, where they have the dates, times, identities and reasonings. However, even with no ability to remember the number, they can feel the effects through their bond - flashes of foreign emotions, thoughts, and illogical reasonings they must talk themselves out of.

Status Quo.

Still being a medical doctor, when Nightshade is not caught up in research or maintaining contracts, they tend to treat a myriad of illnesses afflicting the animals of their domain, and if needed, will treat magical fluctuations and energy-related illnesses in other kyrlicht. They typically note down these cases in a growing hardback leather book, stuffed with images and their slanted cursive handwriting, a book which has grown sagging and old with time. An outsider to the major courts of their kind, they will occasionally visit the domains of land, sea, and sky in search of goods, services, and materials to bend for their own purposes. Rarely they will seek out a scintillating companion to discuss matters with or assist another, but being introverted and secretive, they are far from a social butterfly. Nowadays...there's too much to do to waste time with that anyway..