Marwolaeth (Welsh, meaning Death)

The doctor often just goes by Mar, but any who stumble into her hospital learn the meaning of her true name fairly quickly. Best to avoid her at all costs.

On a side-note, I've had this pet for kind of a long time and never had a theme for her and now I do, so thank you!

[.Oru]

.Oru I'm at call for all your transplant emergencies :3c HEY, I will. I will just put myself together, then hit you up - with art preferably. eve ?

[.Oru] /undignified silent sobbing

[.Oru]"Why must one only utilize the deep and profound studies of medical practices when there is far more to be found when such is combined with deep spiritualism and beauty in the awe of the earth's natural bounties... This world can become one in which all may have a chance for a brighter future, as healing can also be fabulous. Imagine medical implants adorned with treasured gemstone wonders, both serving their purpose in healing, fashion, and in the case of the gifted, forbidden magicks~"

Eh, its something. Also a medical/chemisty joke...

Why are Helium, Curium, and Barium considered the 3 medical elements?

Because if you can't healium or cure-ium, you bury-um.

[.Oru]

Yes, I shall make it my post for now. Lacking the time to doodle anything up, so I'll stick with it. Naming myself, CulexTheNinetails, title; Construct Professor, Culex.

[.Oru] I thought it would be too gorey and over the top but it was really good! I couldn't turn away and it was interesting because there are definitely people like this who exsist in the world. I'm actually about to watch another...creepy movie now lol. It's called the Womb with Matt Smith in. It looks pretty disturbing and I'm fairly sure I will question humanity after it, but thats what makes a good movie lol.

Professor Wood

"Hello, there," someone said in a grating tone that was far from a friendly greeting. In fact, there seemed to be sarcasm as he added, "Glad to meet you. Welcome to the world of science."

A white haired man in a shredded lab coat came out into the research room from behind a corner. In fact, his skin was shredded in several spots, too, and small ratlike creatures were gnawing on the flesh. Now and then they would emit bolts and flashes of what looked to be lightning. This was not at all what you expected when you were told you would be given a scheduled tour of the premises.

"My name is Wood. People call me the Project Monster Professor. This world is inhabited by creatures called Monsters," he explained in a monotone voice. "For some people, these projects become pets. Others use them for fighting rings or even personal battle companions in war. Myself... I study project monsters as a profession. Which I deeply regret."

He picked up a clipboard from the counter, and shook off one of the creepy lightning emitting rats. It was flung into a destroyed laboratory cage behind him. There was another project monster clinging to his leg as well, so, with a sigh, he pulled a small blaster out of his pocket and shot it off him. "With electric type monsters, you have to simulate vibrations equivalent to an earthquake in order to effectively combat them. Damn monsters got a taste for flesh. Don't worry about me, though. I'm used to it. My laboratory provides stimulants and pain medication for the researchers."

Sure enough, the rest of the electric type project monsters scurried into the darkest reaches of the cages. Observing this, the professor added, "They seem to be comfortable in small spaces. The tighter and more confining, the better." He shook his head and deposited the blaster back into his pocket, then pulled a bottle of whiskey off of a nearby shelf. He opened the bottle and yanked his medical mask off his face. After a few chugs, he muttered a diatribe. "I have got to get out of this research lab soon. I applied for work recently in a clinic, so maybe I can take that career path out of this hell. Monsters are great and all, but it would be nice to work with something more human, especially something that would not be in the habit of eating me..."

As if to punctuate his woes over his current job, one of the electric monsters went back to eating his foot. He ignored it with relative stoicism. "Well. Let's get to business. Tell me a little about yourself. Are you a boy or a girl? What is your name? Oh, don't feel personally offended that I forgot already. I have a grandson about your age. I can never remember his name, either."

"[.Oru]?" A timid head peeks in, the most recognisable features being a pair of soft bear ears upon her head. "Do you remember me? I'm Butter, I came to see you before."

Her bear ears twitch as she enters the room upon permission, and she is almost as shy as their first visit. However this time, she is dressed in a sort of nurse outfit more suited for cosplay than a clinic. Well, A for effort, perhaps.

"I'm not here as a patient this time Doctor," she says. "I heard you were leaving, and..."

Butter proceeds to burst into tears, prompting alarm from the doctor. But Butter simply shakes her head, rubs her eyes roughly and attempts to maintain eye contact.

"I've been on the road to recovery, Doctor," the girl says, trying to smile between hiccups. "Ever since I came here to ask you about my bear ears, ever since you told me I shouldn't remove them and I should learn to love myself for who I was..." Butter's voice grows stronger. "I can never thank you enough Doctor, for those kind words you said to me that day, for the little gift you gave me."

In respond to the doctor's kindly nod, Butter's face saddens. "I don't want you to leave, Doctor. I know you have your own troubles, and you shouldn't face them alone. You're always helping people, but don't let yourself fall apart because of it, okay?"

"And that's why..."

A little hand places a slightly crumpled piece of paper upon the desk. It looks like a decently-written application form to be a nurse, besides the fact that it was done in orange Sharpie. Butter steels herself and stands straighter than ever.

"I may not be good with needles, I may be afraid of blood sometimes. I don't think I could handle knives or body bags or the sort." Her face softens but her voice seems to grow more resolute. "But I will be able to help you calm a panicked patient, bring you tea when you are stressed, and help around the clinic, Doctor."

"You made me smile for the first time in a long time that day, Doctor. I don't want to see you leave."

Don't sell yourself short - literally. You shouldn't throw around art like that, unless you planning on $$$ ;>

Definitely. I assumed it'd be another american cheesy flick but I was reeeally positively surprised! Ew, just looked Womb up, definitely fucked up since mommy seems to want to raise the kid to be her lover again. How was it? :D

Thank you very much for your applications! Your gift towards beasts and other little monstrosities is certainly a nice highlight, even if just for the feeding aspect of it ( be sure to gain some meat in yer bones, will you?).

[.Oru] I've been reading your conversation on American Mary, and I'm intrigued! Despite my adoration of anything macabre, I'm actually a HUGE crybaby when it comes to horror. I can't even watch the tv show Supernatural without whining in the arms of my partner. I watched the trailer for American Mary (which was beautifully done). I'm interested. But how much of the movie is suspense/anxiety inducing?

Tbh, nothing really freaks me out in term of gore/torture/suspense/ "creepy", so I consider the film to be actually milder than mild (it works more along the plot quality than the gore/horror quality). Plus it deals more with body horror towards modification than random gorefest. + no nerve reeling moments that I recall. However, if you have issues with Supernatural series, I would maybe advice for you to see it with your better half too, just in case c:

[.Oru] Hmmm you feel uncomfortable the whole way through. The pace of the film, and how somber it is, amplifies that feeling too. It's raises some interesting concepts but doesn't delve into them all the way which is something that I didn't like, but I've never had a movie make me feel that particular emotion for that extended period of time. I would recommend you watch it for that alone actually.

.Oru dude, my commissions are open (well they are not at the moment unless someone wants to commission me for a baththub of tears that is), inbetween while waiting for customers (which is almost always) drawing is the only way to improve ovo/ I sure do miss your characters eve

[.Oru] Nope sorry it's illegal you can't leave it's simply illegal I'm sorry. Subeta just wouldn't be the same without your presence! I want to enter but I'm not sure I have any ideas for it lol

.oru wow the entries so far are fantastic. Meh i am more of a suspense and thriller kind of person more so than horror.or well.. Dont like gore and some aspects of spiritism. What can i say ... I am pretty fussy. Its sad to see you go but hope things go well for you.

[.Oru] Finally finished my first entry. Can I update the HA later and ping you again?

Name: Kira Verlont Title: Aelinos Gender: male

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Late at night, a letter finds it's way into the doctor's hands. There is no seal attached to it, only a small vial with something that might have been blood once or something even more ambiguous.

[I]Greetings dear Doctor, it saddens me to hear of your soon to be departure to unknown lands. The shadows know I love how devious your mind can be. Therefore and in order to make sure no one can besmirch your good (or bad, depending on whom you ask) name, I shall do my very best as your substitute and successor. Once I have established myself, I will send you some samples of new … songs I created. Most patients have such lovely voices and even those who don’t will sound delightful after I have made some improvements.

I remain forever yours truly

Kira Verlont [/I]

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Name: Emily Queen Title: Pediatrician Gender: Female

Dear Doctor Oru, I'm sorry that you goes away. Despite this I would still propose my candidacy! I'm a pediatrician, graduated with honors twelve years ago. I was a very different woman from the one you can see today. I lived in Paris, I was a very snobbish and, I hate to admit it, very opportunistic. Then five years ago I had a serious car's accident with my boyfriend. Unfortunately Philippe died, and while I have risked amputation of my left arm. See death in the face made me change. Since then I have changed my life, I moved into a London hospital and after a conference of Patch Adams I started using the clown therapy. I really hope to have the honor to meet you in person. I enclose to you two of my photographs, an old before the accident, and the other taken last week. Waiting for his kind response I send my best wishes. Best regards Dr. Emily Queen, pediatrician at the Wellington Hospital, London.

this might be something for you....

[.Oru] Name: Emily Title: Asylum Inmate Headmistress Gender: Female Based on actual goddess Emilie Autumn & her "Asylum for Wayward Victorian Girls".

Another letter arrives, this one written in careful calligraphy and smelling strongly of...laudanum? Giving it a quick sniff, you find that is--undoubtedly--laudanum. It reads as follows:

Greetings Doctor,

I have been following your work for some time now. I was so very disappointed to hear of your planned departure from your lovely clinic. I truly never thought I would see the day when I would be sad to a man leave, but here we are. Ah, and here I had just been planning on inviting you to tea sometime. Alas. I shall move forward from the pleasantries and get to the matter of it: I wish to offer myself up as a candidate for the new head of Poveglia Clinic. My asylum is lovely and all, but it holds rather unpleasant memories that I do quite wish to dispose of soon. It is true that I have only recently came into my position as Headmistress of this asylum. I shan't deny my involvement in the bloody uprising just last Autumn. In fact, I am quite pleased to say that I led the girls here and disposed of the foul "doctors" and "nurses" that formerly were employed here. They had to go, you see. Let's just say that they were subject to the same treatments they so loved to give us and that they did not survive the treatments. Terrible, that. Ah well, these things happen! I can promise you that your Clinic and Estate would be well taken care of, and your residents be treated with the utmost respect. You needn't fear, dear Doctor.

Yours Truly, Headmistress Emily The Asylum for Wayward Victorian Girls

In the bottom-right corner, following the signature, there appears to be a small red heart painted onto the parchment. Though what it was painted with is truly indeterminable, though you have a few guesses....