RE: The Grand OC SII: The Re-OCening: Week 26: SANGUINE!
06-30-2017, 01:30 AM
(This post was last modified: 06-30-2017, 05:26 AM by seedy.)
Username: cochinealDamask
Name: Cura Personalis
Gender: Nurse
Species: let's just call her a “construct” and leave it at that
Text color: igne natura renovatur integra
Biography: Most places visited by members of the Court are not happy about their presence. Most can't do anything about it. Most aren't even aware. But sometimes you have a world, a combination of technology and psychic abilities, and a war can be waged. And lost.
Cura Personalis is a relic of that war, a trophy captured by courtiers. How delightful it would be to take this prideful work of technology and advancement and fill her head up with pseudoscience, backwater back-ends, bees born from ox-corpses and puppy-guts as a cure for madness. And it was, it was great fun, especially after the bitter insult that petty conflict had been.
But jokes wear thin over time, and eternity is a long time. Eventually a slightly clever courtier realized that her old psychic subroutines could be reused, that she could be reworked to drain the emotions out of someone as easily as drain the blood. Balance their humours, but more hands-on. And so useful for the Court's needs, truly a nursemaid worth keeping around.
That joke would have worn thin too. But before it did, Cura Personalis was gone.
Description: Cura Personalis smells like an apothecary. She wears a starched linen uniform and is her body is ornate metalwork, all alchemically symbolic of course. Her mask looks like it was cast from a corpse's face.
Cura Personalis has a pleasant, slightly confused personality. Sometimes the things she knows to be true don't seem to all fit together or fit with reality. But she carries on anyways. She has great bedside manner.
Abilities: Cura Personalis is capable of doing great amounts of good. She could cure wounds, internal and external, physical and psychic, that would be impossible for most. Unfortunately, that wasn't deliciously ironic enough.
Name: Cura Personalis
Gender: Nurse
Species: let's just call her a “construct” and leave it at that
Text color: igne natura renovatur integra
Biography: Most places visited by members of the Court are not happy about their presence. Most can't do anything about it. Most aren't even aware. But sometimes you have a world, a combination of technology and psychic abilities, and a war can be waged. And lost.
Cura Personalis is a relic of that war, a trophy captured by courtiers. How delightful it would be to take this prideful work of technology and advancement and fill her head up with pseudoscience, backwater back-ends, bees born from ox-corpses and puppy-guts as a cure for madness. And it was, it was great fun, especially after the bitter insult that petty conflict had been.
But jokes wear thin over time, and eternity is a long time. Eventually a slightly clever courtier realized that her old psychic subroutines could be reused, that she could be reworked to drain the emotions out of someone as easily as drain the blood. Balance their humours, but more hands-on. And so useful for the Court's needs, truly a nursemaid worth keeping around.
That joke would have worn thin too. But before it did, Cura Personalis was gone.
Description: Cura Personalis smells like an apothecary. She wears a starched linen uniform and is her body is ornate metalwork, all alchemically symbolic of course. Her mask looks like it was cast from a corpse's face.
Cura Personalis has a pleasant, slightly confused personality. Sometimes the things she knows to be true don't seem to all fit together or fit with reality. But she carries on anyways. She has great bedside manner.
Abilities: Cura Personalis is capable of doing great amounts of good. She could cure wounds, internal and external, physical and psychic, that would be impossible for most. Unfortunately, that wasn't deliciously ironic enough.