Carmine, Bloatmage Alchemist Chirurgeon [1/2]
Doctor Carmine Moscato is a dhampir doctor that hails from the gloomy kingdom of Ustalav, north of the inner sea. He is an accomplished doctor and alchemist that uses blood to enhance the potency of his alchemical brews. Despite his professional demeanor, he has a bit of an... addiction to blood. If challenged he describes himself as a blood afficianado, a hemolier, if you will. He's prone to overindulging, but he's never put a patient in danger. He has a beloved pet stirge named Istet that typically stays at his clinic.
History of Carmine Part 1:
Like most of his kind, Carmine was born to a hound woman and a vampire father, though unlike most of his kind, his mother did not die in childbirth. Most Dhampirs look almost indistinguishable from their mortal parent's race, save for an unnatural beauty and charm, and a more palid complection. Carmine was an unholy abomination that resembled a humanoid mosquito.
Despite the birth of the unholy monstrosity leaving her ill and infirm, she still loved her child as much as a mother could, and took care of him the best that her failing body could manage. As soon as he was able, Carmine used the little money his mother gave him for spending to buy medical books. He took to medical studies much better than anyone would have expected, thanks in no small part to a worn and stained tome about the power contained in blood. He focused on learning to brew curatives, tinctunres and remedies to ease the pain of his mother, selling the excess on the side to provide for them both.
Despite his best efforts, his mother would still pass before her time, though she would do so comfortable and at peace, knowing that her son had grown into a good man despite it all. With his mother's passing, Carmine had more time to dedicate to his clinic, becoming aware of an unserved market of vampires with no desire to drink from the unwilling, and intelligent undead who had no desire to commit evil, but could find no doctors willing to stitch their wounds shut when they became too grave. Seeing the potential for good in these creatures, Carmine set up a night clinic that would always have it's doors open to those in need, no matter their race.
He would become known as the Sanquine Chirurgeon, a name whispered in dark circles all across Ustalav in communities of the night.
Despite his best intentions, Carmine's... thirst would not simply be ignored. Even at a young age he was possessed of an unquenchable desire to drink blood, though unlike the blood-starved beast others saw in his kind, he would go about things much more responsibly. He would offer his living patients the option to pay some or all of their dues in blood - a kindness to some of the downtrodden communities he would occasionally settle in - or simply draw a bit more than he needed when taking blood for testing. Carmine's medical expertise meant he knew how much he could get away with, but eventually stories would start to spread, and he would be run out of town.
As if that weren't bad enough, the dhampir seemed to constantly attract pests. Worshippers of Ghlaunder, the god of disease, decay and parasites, the Gossamer King, who took the shape of a massive mosquito. Despite his obvious resemblance, Carmine hated everything that ghlaunder and his flock stand for. At first he simply fled from them, then attempted to ward them off, occasionally attempting to turn them away from their foul faith, but they were as persistant and annoying as their deity's sacred animal.
Eventually, due to his growing reputation in underground circles, Carmine would find himself invited to the court of a Duke Dragoslov Otvos in Ustalav. In exchange for his medical services, Carmine asked that the Duke and his vampire court only consume responsibly, ethically sourced blood. The Duke was skeptical that any mortals would simply allow him to take their blood, but when Carmine's methods of ensuring that his subjects were happy and healthy, and merely asking for a relatively small tax of blood provided so much more blood for nearly no effort the Duke agreed wholeheartedly.
Carmine stayed for several years under the Duke's employ, but questions about the nature of his father clawed at his mind, and he himself missing his life on the road. So, after teaching several students how to perform his medical practices he parted with the Duke on amiable terms. The Duke presented his beloved doctor with a gift to protect himself on the road - a cane that, when tapped on the ground, would unfurl into a bladed whip capable of draining the blood from whoever its blades cut. It also allowed him to divine information from an ounce or more of blood consumed, such as how the blood had been spilt, who it had been spilt from, when it was spilt, and if the creature had any diseases or curses.
Eventually his travels would carry him to Thuvia, south of the Inner Sea, to research the Sun Orchid Elixir that they produce there, an alchemical curative made from sun orchid flowers that extends the age of the imbiber without any of the nasty undead side effects. During his studies there, a letter and parcel arrived at his inn-room door with no trace of a courier. He found the letter to be penned in blood and written in elven.
The mysterious benefactor was excited to hear about a bloatmage still traveling the world. He had been oh-so-lonely ever since the rest of his flock had expired, and was simply dying to meet with Carmine. Despite his excitement he claimed that he must be careful with his identity, and that he would need to be authenticated before their meeting - standard precautions, he assured the dhampir. The parcel contained a pair of vampiric gloves as a show of good faith. Carmine was to travel to Okeno and meet with the Hyena Princess Njano, and request that she "Guide him to the promised land." Carmine could hardly refuse when the letter went on to detail a bountiful feast for the two of them to share. Even if he would need to clarify with his mysterious benefactor that people are not to be on the menu.
Carmine could tell from the wording of the letter that this benefactor was almost certainly a worshipper of Ghlaunder, and although he very much detested their ilk, perhaps he could finally get some answers about why he is being pestered so incessantly by Ghlaunder's flock. Perhaps he could stop their infestation at it's source... And... one does not simply deny the promise of free blood...
Continued...
History of Carmine Part 1:
Like most of his kind, Carmine was born to a hound woman and a vampire father, though unlike most of his kind, his mother did not die in childbirth. Most Dhampirs look almost indistinguishable from their mortal parent's race, save for an unnatural beauty and charm, and a more palid complection. Carmine was an unholy abomination that resembled a humanoid mosquito.
Despite the birth of the unholy monstrosity leaving her ill and infirm, she still loved her child as much as a mother could, and took care of him the best that her failing body could manage. As soon as he was able, Carmine used the little money his mother gave him for spending to buy medical books. He took to medical studies much better than anyone would have expected, thanks in no small part to a worn and stained tome about the power contained in blood. He focused on learning to brew curatives, tinctunres and remedies to ease the pain of his mother, selling the excess on the side to provide for them both.
Despite his best efforts, his mother would still pass before her time, though she would do so comfortable and at peace, knowing that her son had grown into a good man despite it all. With his mother's passing, Carmine had more time to dedicate to his clinic, becoming aware of an unserved market of vampires with no desire to drink from the unwilling, and intelligent undead who had no desire to commit evil, but could find no doctors willing to stitch their wounds shut when they became too grave. Seeing the potential for good in these creatures, Carmine set up a night clinic that would always have it's doors open to those in need, no matter their race.
He would become known as the Sanquine Chirurgeon, a name whispered in dark circles all across Ustalav in communities of the night.
Despite his best intentions, Carmine's... thirst would not simply be ignored. Even at a young age he was possessed of an unquenchable desire to drink blood, though unlike the blood-starved beast others saw in his kind, he would go about things much more responsibly. He would offer his living patients the option to pay some or all of their dues in blood - a kindness to some of the downtrodden communities he would occasionally settle in - or simply draw a bit more than he needed when taking blood for testing. Carmine's medical expertise meant he knew how much he could get away with, but eventually stories would start to spread, and he would be run out of town.
As if that weren't bad enough, the dhampir seemed to constantly attract pests. Worshippers of Ghlaunder, the god of disease, decay and parasites, the Gossamer King, who took the shape of a massive mosquito. Despite his obvious resemblance, Carmine hated everything that ghlaunder and his flock stand for. At first he simply fled from them, then attempted to ward them off, occasionally attempting to turn them away from their foul faith, but they were as persistant and annoying as their deity's sacred animal.
Eventually, due to his growing reputation in underground circles, Carmine would find himself invited to the court of a Duke Dragoslov Otvos in Ustalav. In exchange for his medical services, Carmine asked that the Duke and his vampire court only consume responsibly, ethically sourced blood. The Duke was skeptical that any mortals would simply allow him to take their blood, but when Carmine's methods of ensuring that his subjects were happy and healthy, and merely asking for a relatively small tax of blood provided so much more blood for nearly no effort the Duke agreed wholeheartedly.
Carmine stayed for several years under the Duke's employ, but questions about the nature of his father clawed at his mind, and he himself missing his life on the road. So, after teaching several students how to perform his medical practices he parted with the Duke on amiable terms. The Duke presented his beloved doctor with a gift to protect himself on the road - a cane that, when tapped on the ground, would unfurl into a bladed whip capable of draining the blood from whoever its blades cut. It also allowed him to divine information from an ounce or more of blood consumed, such as how the blood had been spilt, who it had been spilt from, when it was spilt, and if the creature had any diseases or curses.
Eventually his travels would carry him to Thuvia, south of the Inner Sea, to research the Sun Orchid Elixir that they produce there, an alchemical curative made from sun orchid flowers that extends the age of the imbiber without any of the nasty undead side effects. During his studies there, a letter and parcel arrived at his inn-room door with no trace of a courier. He found the letter to be penned in blood and written in elven.
The mysterious benefactor was excited to hear about a bloatmage still traveling the world. He had been oh-so-lonely ever since the rest of his flock had expired, and was simply dying to meet with Carmine. Despite his excitement he claimed that he must be careful with his identity, and that he would need to be authenticated before their meeting - standard precautions, he assured the dhampir. The parcel contained a pair of vampiric gloves as a show of good faith. Carmine was to travel to Okeno and meet with the Hyena Princess Njano, and request that she "Guide him to the promised land." Carmine could hardly refuse when the letter went on to detail a bountiful feast for the two of them to share. Even if he would need to clarify with his mysterious benefactor that people are not to be on the menu.
Carmine could tell from the wording of the letter that this benefactor was almost certainly a worshipper of Ghlaunder, and although he very much detested their ilk, perhaps he could finally get some answers about why he is being pestered so incessantly by Ghlaunder's flock. Perhaps he could stop their infestation at it's source... And... one does not simply deny the promise of free blood...
Continued...
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