Hema
(#44737822)
Level 1 Tundra
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Personal Style
Apparel
Skin
Scene
Measurements
Length
3.96 m
Wingspan
3.3 m
Weight
154.83 kg
Genetics
Antique
Basic
Basic
Cerise
Noxtide
Noxtide
Ice
Basic
Basic
Hatchday
Breed
Eye Type
Level 1 Tundra
EXP: 0 / 245
STR
7
AGI
6
DEF
6
QCK
5
INT
7
VIT
7
MND
7
Biography
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Hema
Blood Specialist Clever | Secretive | Fearless "So, tell me, does it hurt?" She looks over the Mirror - he thinks she does, it's hard to tell with the mask. He knows what 'it' is. The magic of the Plaguelands means that eyes are typically red, but only one eye is this vivid shade of red. It's gone from near-black to a bright red. It's clear something is wrong, and her voice tells him she already knows what the answer should be. "Yeah. It's... like a pressure?" He moves to rub his forearm against the eye, but she bats it away with her cane (some kinda plague doctor crap, he knows she didn't have that a second ago). "Doctor's orders: no touching!" It sounds like she's smiling behind the mask, but then again, her voice is weird. It goes from serious to enthusiastic to teary to irritated to joyous, all in the span of a minute. Her mood can't be that erratic, right? He hasn't visited her before today. All he has are the stories from the others, and the looks of concern he saw from them as he sought her out. She gestures to the corpse-like hound behind her. "Write that down - no touching!" After a moment of neither one moving, she nods to the hound and faces him again. "Ah, you went to the co-lo-seum, didn't you?" She pronounces the word oddly, emphasizing the wrong syllable and using a different vowel sound for it, so it takes a moment for him to understand what she's asking. "I mean, for a bit?" He rolls his eyes at the memory, ignoring the fresh burst of pain it brings. "And you were hit, were you not? In the face?" She's moved away, towards a cabinet. "I - yeah, actually." "Hyphema." "What?" "You are bleeding in the eye, silly." She turns to face him. Held between two claws is a pointed hypodermic needle. "The blood's pushing against the iris and the cornea with no way out. It's good you came to me." She approaches, and he starts backing away as it sinks in what she's planning to do. "Hyphema can destroy your vision if left untreated!" "Wait - I mean, is this the only treatment?" The base of his tail has hit a wall. She seems to think. "Well, no, but I've been meaning to get a blood sample from you anyways. Two birds, one swipe." He starts to move, to run past her, but her armored hand catches his head and holds his head still. "Now, try not to blink!" | xxxxxx |
Art by @Quintillion
Art by @Slugoon
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