Name: Lillian Kolof

Title: The Doctor


Age: Yes.

Gender: Female...?

Allegiance: The Machina

Race: Human

Height: 5'6"

Weight: ~190lb.

Personality: Lillian exists as a burning beacon of health and influence, as well as being a total freak when in any sort of social situation. She isn't the best in social environments, and often will make a situation awkward if she gets involved. Outside of being a complete dolt in conversation, Lillian eagerly enjoys being an alchemist (although she's nowhere near the likes of Hohenheim's talent) and a doctor, and she displays an unsettling amount of intelligence when it comes to the anatomy of anything she comes across.

History:
Serving as a common doctor for any of the humans in Hyperion, Lillian got a call one day from someone in the military, who desperately told her that they needed immediate help with someone who was dying of some... unknown disease. Lillian answered the call and was successful in her attempts to cure the afflicted person, although they did have to lose their entire leg to do so, but they didn't hold Lillian accountable for the leg, as it allowed them to get a pretty sweet robotic implant as a result.

As Lillian got more calls, she eventually quit her old job and directly joined the military as a sort of combat medic. She expected to immediately begin fighting in the battle of Arcadia, but she was unable to do so due to a heavy workload and a lack of any equipment at the time. Thankfully, Lillian finally received her things recently and is ready to get on the field and heal the shit out of some robots and people... and the occasional demon or angel, should they be proving his/herself helpful to the cause of the Machina.

Powers:
Alchemical Knowledge - Lillian possesses an incredible amount of knowledge when it comes to alchemy, and while what she creates isn't as extravagant as Hohenheim's creations, the effects of her concocted potions are incredibly varied, ranging from sexual frenzy to an instant-cure of afflictions.
Heightened Pain Tolerance - Lillian often uses her own body as the subject for her potions, and while she's felt great pain from her experiments, they have resulted in her nerve endings becoming damaged to the point where all pain she feels is greatly lessened. If she screams, it will hurt like absolute HELL.

Weapons / Equipment:
The Anatomical Journal - A magical book of unknown origin that, when in the proximity of any unrecorded species, jots down the details of their anatomy. This journal is limited to only being able to record the anatomy of living beings, but it still proves it's uses even with that limit.
The Chemical Hose - A very useful weapon that uses the potions that Lillian creates as ammunition. The hose fires the loaded potions out as a condensed shot rocketing out at 70 PSI, and all effects of the potion are included in the shot. Somehow, the weapon manages to elongate the use of the potions by an unknown method of conservation.
The Mask of Stability - Lillian's mask is able to prevent any sort of airborne ailments to affect her, as her mask keeps the air that she breathes safe from anything that may adversely affect her airways and anything inhaled by these airwaves.
Lillian's Sunday Best - Her standard apparel, reinforced by leather padding in crucial spots, and typically overlaying a series of Kevlar padding. It's surprisingly protective, all things considered.

Other:
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