DrKrova

Lore is being updated. Not all of the following remains true to current lore. This bio is quite old and due to be partially rewritten.

Doctor Krova, best surgeon this side of the Wyrmwound

You are a great surgeon in your own mind and most in the Wasteland would agree. You never received any proper training and could be called a "hack". Most don't trust self taught surgeons / primary care physicians. However, your work is invaluable to the dragons you live with and your skills have only improved over time.

You've been in the business for years, though it has taken its tole on your own health. You rarely leave the operating room any more because you're constantly working. You eat once a day at the most and have become malnourished. You haven't slept in a while. Everything has a dull, tired ache to it now. Still, at least you haven't turned into a mindless mass murderer, so the medication and conditioning must be working, right? Right?!

You should probably back up, calm down, take your meds. Can't let him get out.

As a hatchling you weren't to be trusted. At the time everyone thought you were just blaming an imaginary friend and trying to disassociate yourself. You were punished for lying more than most your age, though everyone in the group has come to know that you're one of the last dragons who would ever be caught lying. You'd wake up next to crying and bruised hatchings while being loomed over by angry adults. You never had any recollection of hurting them or how you got there, just a black void in your memory.

This continued into young adulthood. Bruises went to cuts went to injuries went to murder. The blackouts were getting longer. Vinten wanted to lock you away, similar to what he had done to Kvatyr. Ragnarok would not stand for this. She would not let her only child at the time be mistreated like that. After some deliberation, they decided to get you to channel your problems into something positive.

Your new life began on your 15th hatchday when Ragnarok gifted you your cherished plague doctor mask. Over time, you amassed more protective gear. Not only to keep the germs out, but to keep you from hurting those around you. Whether you wanted to or not, Vinten insisted that you wear your equipment constantly and you must only remove your mask to eat, drink, or take your meds.

You're 25 now. You've been bogged down with work. You regret telling Vinten about your sleeping problems. He wants you to sleep at least 8 hours every night and keep a dream journal. But you can't. Sleeping gives him more control over you, which Vinten will notice, and then you'll have to take more meds to quiet him. You doubt it's working. An annoying little voice has started talking to you. It may or may not be him. You're not sure.

You can't tell Vinten. He'll take your blades away. He'll make your nurse the surgeon, and you, the dutiful assistant. You just know it.

You've stopped taking your meds entirely now. You just know they're messing with your head. You've come to like surgery too much. You don't know if that's him talking or not, but you're starting to think it's evolving into an addiction. You're becoming him. You've become a helpless observer to a few operations gone wrong. Luckily, Mortos helped you cover those up. Can't tell Vinten.

Can't tell Vinten.

Vinten must not know.

Throw out all those **** bottles.

Fake another dream for the journal.

Lie for one the few times in your life.

Don't let him get out.

Don't let him get out.

DON'T LET HIM GET OUT.


Etadar. The voice's name is Etadar. It told you its name. That used to be your name. Before you got your mask, Etadar was your name.


You did it.

You can't believe it, and yet here you are standing over the body. Your heart and mind are racing. You've just got the biggest grin right now. It's all over now. You ended everyone's suffering. You killed Vinten.

He came in because he got into a disagreement with some Raptorik and was scratched badly. He limped in, just wanting some bandages, but was greeted with you, perching on the operating table without your mask, looking him right in the eye. You remember the encounter perfectly.

The room's a mess now. The glass is broken and there's blood everywhere. Mortos is helping you clean. Vinten will not be buried. He will be given to Kvatyr. You're keeping his head as a trophy.

The inmates are running the asylum now, and you couldn't be happier.


In the years following Vinten's death, things have improved. You worked with Mortos to devise ways to stop Etadar when he appears. Then he and Raklitetz made a detection system. You now wear a bracelet that monitors your heart rate, which consistently changes when Etadar appears. These changes send an alert to the matching bracelet Mortos has to tell him he needs to step in. This has allowed you to work alone and with confidence that you and your patients are safe.

The "computer" and "printer" Raklitetz invented have greatly helped you with keeping records, of which you have many. They've also allowed you to make many copies of your books about dragon anatomy and easy treatments for common ailments.

Your foo, Somdel, is frequently at your side. She is a service foo. Even with your detection bracelet, you are still frequently nervous about Etadar. So, she keeps you company. As much as Mortos wants to help, he can't be with you all the time. Somdel's calm and friendly demeanor keeps you calm. She's closely bonded to you and for the most part, you're only apart when you're with a patient. She wandered into camp one year during Nowhere Asylum's visit to the Windswept Plateau for the Mistral Jamboree. She curiously wandered through and took interest in you in particular. As long as you've known her, she's been a calm and loving foo, no need for domestication. The only training she's had is learning how to respond to your emotions, which she is very in tune with.


The arrival of Koln and Moi was a momentous occasion for you. Ok, it was a momentous occasion for all the inmates because none of you had ever even heard of Gaolers before. And you had a new kind of dragon to study! And study you did.

You spent a lot more time with Koln than Moi. Though that was because Koln was greatly in need of help. It took many months between devising ways to meet his needs and recovery time from the procedures he needed. He is forever grateful to you for helping him become truly happy with himself. He thinks he owes you, but you have told him many times he owes you nothing for your work.

You two still spend a lot of time together. He says it's dating. You're not entirely sure about that, but then again romance and romantic love are not things you're familiar with.


Koln has revealed the truth to you.

Etadar was never part of you.

He is the Shade.

Koln cannot explain how or why it infected you, but it's always been there. You've always had this partial Shade possession. It calling itself Etadar was a red herring, part of its ploy.

Even though you know what is wrong, you still have no idea how to solve it.

Koln has reassured you that even though you are partially possessed by the Shade, that you are still a good dragon. That the Shade that infects you does not define you nor does it negate all the good you've done for the inmates of Nowhere Asylum and all the travelers that have passed through. He has assured you that he will continue to protect you just as he protects everyone else here. In fact, he's been more determined since figuring it out.

Finding the answer was the first step.

Now you need to find the way to banish it.


Things are happening in this picture. Pretty strange things.
Drawn by SatsumaMei, depicting some shenanigans from this roleplay.