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[center][b]Anton "Teller" Duboi[/b][/center]

[b]Race/Species:[/b] Human

[b]Gender:[/b] Male

[b]Age:[/b] 37

[b]Role:[/b] (mad)Surgeon/Doctor

[b]Skills/Traits[/b]: 
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[*]Master Surgeon - Advanced medical treatments, capable of field surgery, master of medicines and poisons, and an alarming understanding of creature anatomy. 
[*]Toxic immunity - Not complete immunity but it would take the sting of a very dangerous creature to bring this doctor to deaths door. Airborne poisons have no effect thanks to the incense of the mask he wears.
[*]Minor Combat proficient - Fighting in the field as soldier and surgeon alike has led to the development of Tellers reflexes and battle readiness, making him a fierce presence in the thick of a fight when needed.
[*]Dead nerves - While not necessarily a 'skill' it should be stated that, thanks to all the chemicals he has inhaled or injected himself with, the nerves on a large part of his body do not allow him to experience physical pain to the same degree others might. 
[*]Alchemist - Healing can come from the mystical arts but 'Teller' has trained in art of precision medicine in the form of vials and potions. The most common types are; Paralysis dart, Healing tonic, Toxic vial.
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[b]Weapons:[/b]  
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[*]Toxicity master - The belt of toxins on his chest contains a powerful anesthetic, a healing salve, and a vial of the deadliest toxic concoction Anton ever conceived. 
[*]Right hip is a hand crafted miniature crossbow pistol. While not very powerful, the bolts are razor sharp and coated in his poisons for rapid application. Anton keeps a holster of these bolts inside his coat in a special holster to keep them from moving around or falling out.
[*]On his left hip is a a curved [url=https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/564x/a5/6f/3b/a56f3b31820f37198e34fc18285a8da7.jpg]Khopesh[/url] kept at a razor sharp edge. The weapon itself is largely used as a butchers cleaver on the operating table. One clean stroke can take an infected arm off at the elbow.
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[b]Physical Description:[/b] 

Teller stands at 6 feet tall with a style all his own, forgoing the knight in shining armor role and jumping right into the mad surgeon territory. A long coat made of tough but faded leather, matching gloves and solid boots with plating on the front, make up his usual attire. Chainmail has been sewn into the fabric making it a tad heavy but offering excellent protection. Perhaps the most striking feature is the mask he wears, featuring a conical 'beak' extending from the nose with two large green glass eyes. His face is entirely obscured, but his vision despite the helmet is entirely unrestricted. Inside the 'beak' is a soft incense meant to relax him and break down harsh poisons. A tophat for style finishes the look.

His outer coat has a belt wrapping around from shoulder to hip with 3 flasks filled with, in order; Lethal Toxin, numbing poison, healing tonic.

There are a few more caches of these liquids on his person at all times along with 5 syringes all full of one of the toxins. On his person for all to see is a small enchanted hand crossbow, to which he has a holster of bolts in his coat for ready use.
(The glasses of his mask and the vials are not glowing green. The glasses are clear, if a bit dark. As for his vials, they are all kept in crystal clear vials of enchanted glass. To prevent shattering.)

[b]Armor:[/b] 

[b]Equipment/Other[/b] 
In the pocket of his coat is a medical kit filled with various supplies. Alchemic ingredients are kept safe in his personal quarters.
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[*] Gauze
[*] bandages
[*] healing salve
[*] burn ointment
[*] incense
[*] scissors
[*] scalpel
[*] tweezers
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[b]Mental Description/Personality:[/b] Demented. This man, before the grace of any god that would stand witness, holds no love for life beyond fulfilling his oath to keep them breathing. Years of abusive experimentation on himself and unfortunate victims leaves behind nothing but the shell of human shin wrapped around a darkening mind obsessed with discovering the secrets of a creatures anatomy, habits, mating rituals, and cataloging everything he discovers. 

Despite the obvious insanity, Anton is a brilliant mind. Friendly to a degree but ultimately an unsettling person to be around. A lack of conscience makes him a jaded individual after all.


[b]Goals/Apirations:[/b] To catalog

[b]Background/History:[/b] WIP (Too laaaaaazy right now)

[b]Relationships[/b]: None. 
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