[hider=Weston Nereus]
[right][h2][i][color=FFEBCD]Weston Nereus[/color][/i][/h2][i][color=FFEBCD]☼[/color] [color=FFEBCD]Live not for yourself, but others as well. [/color] [color=FFEBCD]☼[/color][/i]
[color=FFEBCD]≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎[/color][h2][i][color=FFEBCD]𝕊ynopsis[/color][/i][/h2][color=FFEBCD]≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎[/color][/right]
[indent][color=FFEBCD][b]๑۩↛ℕame↚۩๑[/b][/color]
[indent][i]Weston Nereus[/i][/indent][/indent]
[indent][color=FFEBCD][b]๑۩↛𝔸lias↚۩๑[/b][/color]
[indent][i]Mounte Bank[/i][/indent][/indent]
[indent][color=FFEBCD][b]๑۩↛𝔸ge↚۩๑[/b][/color]
[indent][i]39[/i][/indent][/indent]
[indent][color=FFEBCD][b]๑۩↛𝔾ender↚۩๑[/b][/color]
[indent][i]Male[/i][/indent][/indent]
[indent][color=FFEBCD][b]๑۩↛𝕄asquerade↚۩๑[/b][/color]
[indent][url=https://i.pinimg.com/474x/69/5d/d7/695dd78665f26f996b011e883421af7e--full-face-mask-face-masks.jpg]The Mask[/url][/indent][indent][url=https://i.pinimg.com/474x/b5/2f/6b/b52f6bb938f49ff971bcde54683516b6--short-jackets-steampunk-clothing.jpg]The Attire[/url][/indent][/indent]
[right][h2][i][color=FFEBCD]ℂountenance & 𝔻isposition[/color][/i][/h2][color=FFEBCD]≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎[/color][/right]
[center][color=FFEBCD][b]๑۩↛𝔸t 𝔽irst 𝔾lance↚۩๑[/b][/color][/center][table=bordered]
[row][cell][center][color=FFEBCD][b]⊰ℍeight⊱[/b][/color]
[i]5'9"[/i][/center][/cell][cell][center][color=FFEBCD][b]⊰𝕎eight⊱[/b][/color]
[i]149lbs[/i][/center][/cell][cell][center][color=FFEBCD][b]⊰𝔹uild⊱[/b][/color]
[i]Slender[/i][/center][/cell][cell][center][color=FFEBCD][b]⊰𝕊kin 𝕋one⊱[/b][/color]
[i]Pale[/i][/center][/cell][cell][center][color=FFEBCD][b]⊰𝔼yes⊱[/b][/color]
[i]Amber/Monolith[/i][/center][/cell][cell][center][color=FFEBCD][b]⊰ℍair⊱[/b][/color]
[i]Brown/Straight/Short[/i][/center][/cell][/row]
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[indent][color=FFEBCD][b]๑۩↛ℂharacter 𝕀mage↚۩๑[/b][/color]
[indent][url=https://klimbim2014.files.wordpress.com/2017/11/portrait-de-michel-alexandrovitch-romanov-grand-duc-de-russie-color-by-klimbim.jpg]Faceclaim Michael Alexandrovich of Russia [/url][/indent][/indent]
[indent][color=FFEBCD][b]๑۩↛𝔻efining 𝔽eatures↚۩๑[/b][/color]
[indent][i]A stern gaze. A sincere smile. A stiff stance. That is the most three prominent features that can be deduced by anyone from his outer appearance. Although those of the aforementioned were quite decisive to know who is on the other side, those were not the traits that his loved ones use to look for. In fact, the trait that they knew the most, something that he desperately tries to hide under the extra long sleeves coat, is his arms. His arms are slender and long; so long that it disrupts the average proportion of the body, creating some kind of disfigurement that spoil the experience for the viewers. And for someone that refuses to touch almost anything without his gauntlets, you would expect the finger to be smooth and soft as a baby skin. But instead, scars run across and between his skeletal fingers. Besides that, he is a healthy individual that works for the city. [/i][/indent][/indent]
[indent][color=FFEBCD][b]๑۩↛ℙanache↚۩๑[/b][/color]
[indent][i]While attires maybe a necessity for some and a trend to follow for others, having clothes are a must within the doctors' inner circle. But not every clothes will fit the bill. There are two criteria to bear in mind when choosing a suitable attire for a doctor. First, it should limit him or her from having physical contact with the patient's body. Second, it must be able to stop the odor of the patients, which carries the seed of diseases. 

With those intentions in mind, his clothes usually appear in dark tones. The attires are consisted of a robe, a pair of gauntlets (to stop rabies' infectants from biting through and to take care of the patient's body if required), a balaclava, and a mask with pouches inside that store aroma like mints and roses (act like a barrier against the odor of the patients). But of course, it would be unwise to wear like that all days. The clothes are heavy, hot, and uncomfortable. So, in an ordinary situation, he prefers presenting himself with something lighter while still providing some protection against the diseases and comes with extra long sleeves.  But if there aren't any, anything would be fine. 

Eventhough having the gauntlets acting as a buffer zone, any doctor knew it would be an anguished death if having only one countermeasure. As so, he takes hygiene as a vital task that needs to be completed every day. His equipments are thoroughly clean with boil waters or being decontaminated with soap. And of course, he takes shower with soaps every day and grows herbs like mints or ginger in his work area to eliminate the bad miasma.   [/i][/indent][/indent]
[center][color=FFEBCD][b]๑۩↛𝕎indow 𝕋o 𝕋he 𝕊oul↚۩๑[/b][/color][/center][table=bordered]
[row][cell][center][color=FFEBCD][b]⊰ℙrimary 𝕋rait⊱[/b][/color]
[i]Tenacity[/i][/center][/cell][cell][center][color=FFEBCD][b]⊰𝕊econdary 𝕋rait⊱[/b][/color]
[i]Selfless devotion[/i][/center][/cell][cell][center][color=FFEBCD][b]⊰𝕋ertiary 𝕋rait⊱[/b][/color]
[i]Utilitarianism[/i][/center][/cell][cell][center][color=FFEBCD][b]⊰𝕆rientation⊱[/b][/color]
[i]Heterosexual[/i][/center][/cell][cell][center][color=FFEBCD][b]⊰ℝelations⊱[/b][/color]
[i]Married[/i][/center][/cell][cell][center][color=FFEBCD][b]⊰𝔽aith⊱[/b][/color]
[i]Agonistic[/i][/center][/cell][/row]
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[indent][color=FFEBCD][b]๑۩↛ℙersonality↚۩๑[/b][/color]
[indent][i] When a cure is unable to resolve a patient's sickness, most doctors would give a quick and painless death to the patient. But still, there are some exceptions where doctors tried their best to stall the patient's death which inevitably causes further pain for the patient. And Weston is just one of them. Relentless and patient, he will do anything within reasons to cure the patient's ailments. But in the process, the patient held no rights during his butchering. Although being a doctor, he lacks the tenderness of a mother but having in excess the sadistic of a torturer. He scares no man and will not accept a refusal from those that he chooses to save. There are only two faiths awaited for the patients: die and burn like hay or be saved and live on. 
 [/i][/indent][/indent]
[indent][color=FFEBCD][b]๑۩↛ℚuirks↚۩๑[/b][/color]
[indent][i]When indulging in his thought, Weston often found himself to move in circle while murming in an indistinct voice. And his laugh is just as hard to listen as his whisper, having some resemblance to the jackal's noise. Furthermore, when being frustrated by something that had gotten out of hand, Weston would most likely to read his record of past patients to calm himself. [/i][/indent][/indent]
[indent][color=FFEBCD][b]๑۩↛𝕐ay 𝕆r ℕay↚۩๑[/b][/color]
[indent][i]The best thing that he likes to have in his job is having no work in a normal day. The sun is shining. The bees are buzzing. And he is reading his books or strolling with his wife along the main road of Swanguard. There is no need for medical checks up nor knocking doors after doors in the slumps to eleminate any unfortunate patients before it evolves into an epidemic. And the things he hate most? Probably cowards that refuse to sacrifice for the greater good and then violently retaliate to make the matters worse. Why couldn't they understand his work?   [/i][/indent][/indent]
[right][h2][i][color=FFEBCD]ℕumerology & 𝕂nowledge[/color][/i][/h2][color=FFEBCD]≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎[/color][/right]
[center][color=FFEBCD][b]๑۩↛𝕊tandings↚۩๑[/b][/color][/center][table=bordered][row][cell][center][color=FFEBCD][b]⊰𝔼chelon⊱[/b][/color]
[i]Everyman[/i][/center][/cell][cell][center][color=FFEBCD][b]⊰𝕃evel⊱[/b][/color]
[i]1[/i][/center][/cell][cell][center][color=FFEBCD][b]⊰𝔼xperience⊱[/b][/color]
[i]0[/i][/center][/cell][cell][center][color=FFEBCD][b]⊰𝕄ax ℍℙ⊱[/b][/color]
[i]3[/i][/center][/cell][cell][center][color=FFEBCD][b]⊰ℙerversity⊱[/b][/color]
[i]12[/i][/center][/cell][cell][center][color=FFEBCD][b]⊰ℂlass⊱[/b][/color]
[i]Upper[/i][/center][/cell][/row]
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[indent][color=FFEBCD][b]๑۩↛𝔸ssets↚۩๑[/b][/color][list]
[*]Naturally Skeptical
[*]Patient
[*]Resistance to Diseases[/list][/indent]
[indent][color=FFEBCD][b]๑۩↛𝔸fflictions↚۩๑[/b][/color][list][*]Bad Liar
[*]Bad Reputation
[*]Unlucky at Love[/list][/indent]
[indent][color=FFEBCD][b]๑۩↛𝕎ealth↚۩๑[/b][/color]
[indent][i]Born in the upper middle-class family, whose history can be traced to serving the Crown as the court physician, Weston's family economy is neatly tied beneath the Upper class. Multiple ward houses and asylums were open under their house's name. As such, all they need is a small title, a fallen nobility house of some sort, to be married with. And they did found someone for his brother, the heir of the family, to marry to. Despite the initial lack of lands (the wife's family side was heavy in debt that their manor is going to be collected by the bank if they couldn't afford to pay the debt), the constant money pumping from the Nereus' house did pay off. Just a few years ago, they were able to purchase 15 acres of farmland and 100 acres of forest. And now, all they lack was time. Time for them to amass well before making another move. 


As such, financial is not a real problem for Weston. But the family would surely never leave a useless member to eat while everyone is working. Thus, he is the head doctor in one of the family's ward house (a place where doctors teach people who want to be apothecaries for 400§ per year as well as serving as a gathering place for patients for medical check-ups or buying medicines). His teaching may be harsh for some, but his talent in herbal medicines is indisputable and his surgery skill is surely on the leaderboard.[/i][/indent][/indent]
[center][color=FFEBCD][b]๑۩↛𝔹asic 𝔸bilities↚۩๑[/b][/color][/center][table=bordered]
[row][cell][center][color=FFEBCD][b]⊰ℂharisma⊱[/b][/color]
[i]6[/i][/center][/cell][cell][center][color=FFEBCD][b]⊰𝕀ntelligence⊱[/b][/color]
[i]13[/i][/center][/cell][cell][center][color=FFEBCD][b]⊰𝕎isdom⊱[/b][/color]
[i]10[/i][/center][/cell][cell][center][color=FFEBCD][b]⊰𝕊trength⊱[/b][/color]
[i]6[/i][/center][/cell][cell][center][color=FFEBCD][b]⊰𝔻exterity⊱[/b][/color]
[i]9[/i][/center][/cell][cell][center][color=FFEBCD][b]⊰ℂonstitution⊱[/b][/color]
[i]10[/i][/center][/cell][/row]
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[indent][color=FFEBCD][b]๑۩↛𝕊pecial 𝔸bilities↚۩๑[/b][/color][list][*]Profession: Doctor
[*]Avocation: Surgeon
[*]Affection: Family
[*]Inheritance: The Record
[*]Social Contacts[/list][/indent]
[indent][color=FFEBCD][b]๑۩↛𝕎eaknesses↚۩๑[/b][/color] [list][*]Phobia: Kynophobia 
[*]Prejudice: Cowards[/list][/indent]
[indent][color=FFEBCD][b]๑۩↛𝕋ypical 𝔼quipment↚۩๑[/b][/color] [list][*]3 days clothes. 
[*]2 gold, 1 silver, and a few dozens of bronze that worth 2,600§
[*]Doctor kits (knives, bowls, clothes,...)
[*]Records
[*]2 ounces of silver
[*]A rifle (12 bullets)
[*]The Invitation
[*]Remedies (enough for 3 persons)
[*]2 ounces of mercury
[*]A box of matches
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[right][h2][i][color=FFEBCD]ℝigmarole & 𝕀nteractions[/color][/i][/h2][color=FFEBCD]≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎[/color][/right]
[indent][color=FFEBCD][b]๑۩↛ℙast↚۩๑[/b][/color]
[indent][i]Just like everyone during these time, Weston follows the path of his father, being a doctor and surgeon. But he wasn't pleased with the life that just sits there and do nothing. Although saving lives and living rich may be a lucrative deal, the young Weston wants more than that. He wants to explore, traversing hidden path across the mountain range of Rutas Mu, finding treasures like explorers along the coast of Wildevault and Greentide, and saving a damsel in distress like stories that those bards would tell about. Turn a deaf ear to his parent's advice, Weston embarked on a six years long journey, working as a doctor for a caravan that would go visit every major establishment in Rutas Mu.  [/i][/indent][/indent]
[indent][color=FFEBCD][b]๑۩↛ℙresent↚۩๑[/b][/color]
[indent][i]The caravan trip was an enticing and valuable trip for Weston. It had replaced his bad temper and impatient nature into a doctor that cares for the well being of others. From a newbie whose honor Returning to home and joining with the family business, Weston works as a head doctor and surgeon for one of his family's ward house. Works begin from seven in the morning till five in the afternoon. And while his main task is curing his patient's ailment, Weston is also responsible for writing notices for the Crown about potential hotspots where an epidemic could starts as well as providing tutelage for the apothecaries.[/i][/indent][/indent]
[indent][color=FFEBCD][b]๑۩↛𝔽uture↚۩๑[/b][/color]
[indent][i]The caravan trip was the reason for his change. Throughout that 6 years of self-training, he had saw too much. He seen too much pain. He heard too much cry of weakness. And he had tasted so many spoil feelings and expectations. But the world doesn't sustain itself through pain and hunger of others, it lives on by the good wills of a few. He had seen an orphan boy approaching a stray dog without fear and giving it a piece of his bread. He had seen an old lady working 12 hours shift in a soap factory in order to feed the orphans that she had collected over time. And although he appreciated it, Weston's motive was yet to be formed during these moments. That is until his first son was born. 

His marriage was not founded on love but a bond between of two people. One chooses to be silent and subservient in return of a happy life while the other chooses to be left alone. The pregnancy was nothing more than a frame for a family portrait, good to have but not necessary. But when he held his first son and felt the tiny hand entangle against his fingers, a desire to protect the little being in his arms begins to arise. He wanted his child to live a better life, where good wills are distributed freely and happiness can be heard more than the morn over the sadness of oneself. That is his desire, a world of happiness and satisfaction. Eden.   [/i][/indent][/indent]
[right][h2][i][color=FFEBCD]𝕄uch 𝔸do 𝔸bout ℕothing[/color][/i][/h2][color=FFEBCD]≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎[/color][/right]
[indent][color=FFEBCD][b]๑۩↛𝔼xtortion↚۩๑[/b][/color]
[indent][list][*] [color=FFEBCD]⊰ℂrime⊱[/color] [b][u]Bystander: [/u][/b]It was a dark night when the event happened. He was sitting in the abandoned church, facing against a patient that had gone mad by Mad Froth. Jack went mad. He is no longer possessed the silver tongue that draws women to his bed every night nor his reputation as a good trader. The light of humanity had been snuffed out in him, replaced by the dark and uncanny beast of some sort. Flowery words are now replaced by the howls and puffs of a beast trying to escape the ropes; the only thing that restrains it from bitting the opposite's neck off. The long and slender fingers now form claws, constantly scraping the musty dirt beneath and leaving meaningless red lines afterward.

Weston stood there silently, hand clutches at the saber that the old guardsman gave while watching his best friend's futile attempts to break free. He could sense the minute humane part in Jack was begging him, begged him to be free from this torment. Before turning, Jack had even asked him to kill him quickly for God's sake. But Weston can't. Poor little Weston was afraid of getting his hands dirty and his fragile sanity broken like a twig. Meanwhile, the ligature marks begin growing larger, cutting into Jack's pale skin and into the scarlet flesh beneath. Droplets of blood fall here and there across the ruin, marking the building to be his final resting place. And all Weston could do as his friend's sanity slowly dripping away was silently watching the process in fear. He took no initiative to end his friend's torture for he was afraid. He asked no one to help for he was ashamed.

Weston watched Jack for 2 days straight after his death, guarding him against the carcass eaters and the ravens from further dishonoring him. The blood of a teenager that used to boil in him has been long extinguished by the harsh reality. No fantasy books could prepare him for this situation. Defeated, Weston dragged himself back to the caravan. He wouldn't want to meet a stray dog alone. 

And although he had grown accustomed to having the patient's blood on his hands- they usually died due to amputations or infection- Wester tried to hide this information from others. For it would ruined the image of an apathy person that he had crafted for so long. 
[*] [color=FFEBCD]⊰𝔾uilt⊱ [/color] Guilty
[*] [color=FFEBCD]⊰ℙrice⊱ [/color] He is sent some of the vilest of people or even the most innocent to treat in secret - ones that if it got out they too would be destroyed - yet even though he would most likely care for them and keep it private, it is forced to gorge them in the cost of treatment and then fork over all of it from these payments to his extortionist. Cost of meds, clean up, cover up, all come out of his pocket.
Time: 3 years
[*] [color=FFEBCD]⊰𝕋ime⊱ [/color] 3 years [/list][/indent][/indent]
[indent][color=FFEBCD][b]๑۩↛ℝhapsody↚۩๑[/b][/color]
[indent][list][*] [url=https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=d8gQxUBDT04]Don't You Cry - Kamelot[/url]
[*] "Oh, shut it!" 
[*] "Here lies a man who died trying to accomplish what others afraid."[/list][/indent][/indent]
[indent][color=FFEBCD][b]๑۩↛𝔼tc, 𝔼tc, 𝔼tc↚۩๑[/b][/color]
[indent] [list][*] After I bat both of my eyes and having a brain fart, I hope this is what you are looking for. 
As I planned out for this character, I think he is kind of a nice guy similar to the master in the dog and the well story if I remember correctly. Though quite hard to describe his motivation, I will try my best. As you can see in his future, Wester's motive is creating a better world for his children and family to live in. But the problem is the way he does it. Unlike most aspiring leaders that used loved and trusts as their social contracts, Weston used fears to create some kind of boogeyman imagery of himself in others' minds. And using this imagery, he (hopefully) lead them to a better future. That is why his preference is almost like a 180 switch for him. 

And for how far he pushed others, I can't really tell. On one hand, he possesses the discipline that a father would usually provide in a family. But on another hand, he possesses the ability to kill himself for others. So, for now, I would say that he would push others to his limit. But he will never harm them. 

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	[sub][color=ed1c24]By submitting this CS, I am agreeing to all the rules and requirements of this Rp. I understand the consequences of breaking them, which can include, but is not limited to, removal from the Rp and my character meeting the most horrific and/or comical death possible. I also agree to conduct myself in a respectful manner at all times towards the Gm and my fellow Rpers.[/color][/sub]
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Appear in: [url=https://www.roleplayerguild.com/topics/173920-machiavellian-masquerade-chapter-1/ooc] Machiavellian Masquerade [/url]
Status: Dead
Reason: Go over the counter