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PROFILE
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Name: Tamiel Haisborough
Race: Human
Gender: Male
D.O.B.: October 9th
Personality: Tamiel is not a nice man. He's a very attractive package of cruel, sex-driven doctor however, for
those with particular tastes. Restraint only stretches far enough to cultivate a thin veneer of normalcy so people don't run
headlong away from his clinic, and even then he has a loose lid. An insomniac workaholic whose idea of a hobby
is slicing something open, his own health is dreadful – he eats like a bird, smokes when he's tense and suffers low
blood pressure. His volatility is only matched by his insatiable need to know – with all its biblical
connotations – to get under the skin and deep inside something. At times cranky and others smooth as liqueur, for all
his faults, he's at least aware of what he is, and is very good at what he does, functioning psychopath or not.
Appearance: Pale on account of rarely being in the sun, Tamiel is a little above average height, slender, with
eyes like flint. His hair is the same colour, black and glossy, falling well below the shoulders. Perhaps due to
the ever-present strain of not committing mass murder, and not looking after himself half as well as
he should, there's an air of vulnerability about the doctor – until he has a knife at your throat, that is.
He favours black and greys, requires glasses and possesses a pair of extremely talented hands.
Dress: Lab coat, soft pullovers with the sleeves pushed up, simple form-fitting shirts. He seldom makes the effort
but manages to look good regardless.
Background: That would ruin all the fun.
Occupation: This is Tamiel's life. He operates a private practice, doesn't deal directly with conscious patients
if he can help it, sleeps where he works and plays in the basement. Heavily reinforced and sound-proofed,
it houses a laboratory, has weathered several explosions and could probably double as a bomb shelter.
Concrete, cold and filled with the overpowering smell of disinfectant, it could just as easily be a torture room.
Weapons: Scalpels, although what he can do with his knowledge of anatomy and his thumbs is pretty gruesome.
His fingers are long and methodically graceful; he also keeps his tranq gun and needles handy and his tongue sharp
at all times.
Likes: Men, women (though he's pickier), caffeine, test subjects (having them, not the subjects themselves),
snakes, his research, touching things.
Dislikes: Breakfast, ethics committees, brainlessness, moral high grounds, children, outdoors people
(hikers, sportsmen and their kind), beer.
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