Vulture
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Back Alley Medic
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Does NOT have a medical license, nor has he ever officially studied medicine.
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Aliases: “Vulture”
Age: 28
Height: 5’7”
Weight: ~150 lb.
Source: OC
Gender: Male (he/him)
Species: Human
A devoted healthcare provider, if you squint.
Boone, sidled with the unfortunate alias Vulture, is a nice enough guy as long as he's treated with respect. He really does have a beautiful vision for the future where he helps everyone and nobody will hurt anymore, but he discovered quickly that he couldn't stand highschool, let alone college, so he would go on to never achieve his dream of being a doctor. Instead, he decided to treat the lowest of the lowlifes, with which he feels a sort of belonging, or pity, maybe both.
He was never a hard-working man, unless it came to his passion for saving injured gangsters, rehabbing drug abusers, or treating the rest of the ne'er do wells who seek him out of desperation. Vulture is a both a name of infamy and one that is praised on the streets, so he does his best to live up to his mysterious, creepy, and sadistic image while also maintaining a face for the sake of his patients and business.
He's actually really quiet, when he's not rambling directions, warnings, demands, or side effects to his patients. He has an excellent memory- and holds grudges. It breaks his heart, though, to see parents bring their children to him and beg for treatment, or to see lone kids wind up at his doorstep; he can't bring himself to ask for anything as payment in that case, and has been known to turn away anything that was offered. His services aren't the best- everyone with half a mind and he knew that- but he takes pride in his very skewed morals and his less-than holy work of ‘helping’ people.
He is not fazed easily, and has seen his fair share of death and injury- the former still makes him sad every time it occurs, especially by his own hands. He usually has a calm and collected composure, with little that can rile him up. However, he will dish out the same hostility he is shown if his advice is disregarded, his practices are questioned, or him and his clinic are threatened.
He's known for never refusing service to a potential client. The "last resort" and "dispose of this body" guy. Known to take all forms of payment for his service; but most often, this means he'll take eyes, fingers, maybe bigger limbs. For body disposal, he'll keep everything on the body, but often requests more than that. Definitely has a collection of watches, guns, jewelry, gold teeth, and eyes somewhere in his "clinic.”
- Healing; at any cost. He has made it his passion to help, even to those who can't afford the help, or those who can't legally explain their injuries. As much as he ‘wants’ to help at no cost, he ‘needs’ to make a living somehow, so he's likely to accept anything offered as payment. Or take something, if he has to.
- Smell of Cigarettes; He refuses to touch them himself, unless on a special occasion, but cigarette smoke is a familiar smell to him. Probably because every boyfriend he's ever had smoked a pack a day, his mother and father smoked a pack a day, he used to smoke daily..
- Lizards; He finds their ability to lose and regrow their tail fascinating. He had a leopard gecko once, when he was young enough to still be under the care of his parents. He doesn't know what happened to the lizard.
- Mother Mother.
- Bloodwork/Phlebotomy; He doesn't flinch when he's hands-deep in blood in any other situation, but something about blood transfusions and drawing blood irks him.
- Disrespect; If Vulture is your last resort, then you're probably just as bad off as him, so the least you can do is show respect for him as a person- let alone your last hope for help.
- Looking up at others; Being at average height, he doesn't meet many people who he would necessarily need to look up at to see, but when he does.. he just doesn't look at their face. He refuses to tilt his hat back and..
- Show his Face. For his own safety and comfort, he keeps a mask on and wears a hat to obscure his eyes, even indoors.
A fantastic memory is Vulture's strongest feature. He never forgets a face, and never forgets a name. (Yeah, I know you jealous of that.)
He has an extensive knowledge of drugs, and years of accumulated experience with most practical surgical procedures.
A VERY steady hand, too.
He knows all the best ways to dispose of a corpse.
As stated above, Vulture has a steady hand, practice, and a good memory.
He also has the advantage of a cool temperament, even in heated situations.
Talking. He no do very well. He's not easy to read, nor does he read others' body language and tone very well.
He's an athletic kind of lean, but his strength isn't his strong suit and he doesn't have any combat experience.
Father was a doctor, lost his license after a medical malpractice claim. Couldn't find any positions hiring out of state, so he settled down with a sad, sorry liquor store job. Married a woman who came by every weekend to buy alcohol; it turned out she shared ownership of the local bar, and they both found jobs there. Eventually, they had a kid, and that kid couldn't wait to be a doctor just like his dad was before “he got too old for his doctor job,” but said kid was a lazy dumbass throughout school. Somehow managed to graduate grade school just to flunk out of *highschool,* of all things.
Boone was that kid, by the way. He moved away from home and lived on whatever boyfriend's couch he was dating at the time until he could land a job and get himself an apartment. On his own, he had more drive to pursue his dream.. on his own terms. Working full-time, he spent his spare time reading medical books, journals, and watching videos on medicine and surgery, until he had somewhat of DIY education.
In his early twenties, he dated a guy who turned out to be involved with a gang. After getting shot and crawling home to break the news to his boyfriend before inevitably bleeding out, the gangster ended up Boone's first patient- and he was successful in removing the bullet and patching the injury, though he had to do some more research on aftercare and later, briefly on physical therapy. Boone was initiated into the gang (somewhat against his will,) and got to be the one who patched them up when it was necessary, and when it wasn't, sit and look pretty- then get paid for it. When he had enough money and connections, Boone- now called Vulture- opened his own ‘clinic’ and dumped the asshole (and his gang) so he could work independently.
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