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Spoiler ShowName: Bastian Olivia Pierce
Nickname: Bas or Olivia
Age: Twenty Four
Gender: ?
Appearance: A person with many faces. There only a few facts about Bas. The tone of 'ees body is slightly muscular due to puberty and body strength from required labor. Whereas 'ees height is hard to tell. Some say 'ee is as tall as giant, while others speak in hush tones of 'ee being a devilish imp. Bas changes 'ee hair and face through transformations thanks to stage makeup. The clothes itself does not matter.
Personality: Bastian isn't one to frown, and always wears a smile on thy face. The slur of an accent is on the tip of thy tongue, whenever 'ee grows frustrated or excited. There's an eerie calmness about 'em that unsettles people from approaching 'ee on rainy days. Whereas 'ee is upbeat and slightly an a-hole, whenever 'ee is trying to piss somebody off for reasons unknown to those around 'em.
Quirks: Bastian happens to like red licorice.
Job: Black Market Doctor/Broadway Star
Bio: Bas happens to be an escapee from an asylum meant for the insane. Pretending to be a Doctor in the black market in order to obtain blood from 'ee victims 'ee sells to the general public. Fancying a surgical knife to slash 'ee victims throats out and coating the town red with blood. At one time, Bas had a twin sister. It is unknown to the eye if Bas is female or male. Bas never looks the same way twice. Every time 'ee encounters a patient on the street 'ee has good manners and smiles. The victims that escape only remember the smiles from the post traumatic event.
There's more.
Bas uses the blood as a dye for some of 'ees clothes. Talk about reckless. At the current moment Bas is looking for an accomplice as 'ee works as a performer on stage in NYC. Cross dressing no matter the occasion. A few particular drag queens and irish woman have become smitten with 'ee as well. Something Bas has to deal with soon.
Spoiler ShowFumes of disinfectant and rubbing alcohol competed in his nostrils, while next to his bed lay a tray of proudly shining surgical tools whose metallic sheen defied the contamination of human fingerprints or time. The sheets on his bed were the stiffened white of over-bleached laundry and the pillow was encased in a flimsy gauze that was changed at least once a day. Even the light from the fluorescent bulbs overhead shone cold and sterilized.
On the wall next to the door was a box of disposable latex gloves that his caretakers donned immediately upon entering the room, then dropped into an ominously labeled biohazard containment bin before leaving. On the vinyl countertop sat countless tongue depressors, swabs, needles and tissues, all arranged in eager anticipation, all innocent of the slightest taint of human bile, mucus, saliva or blood. The floors were scrubbed spotless, dirtless, featureless, along with the walls and the single-pane fixed window that faced due north. The room was so clean it hurt.
The patient brought one whitened hand up to his face, paper bracelet falling and tickling his chin. He sniffed it twice, carefully, then replaced it on the immaculate railing of his bed.
Still smells like blood.