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Serif

(#44406011)

Level 4 Mirror

Familiar

Blue Tang Hippogriff

Energy: 48/50

Personal Style

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Scene

Physical Attributes

Battle Stats

Measurements

Length

6.32 m

Wingspan

4.9 m

Weight

655.58 kg

Genetics

Blood
Cherub

Robin
Trail

Honeydew
Underbelly

Hatchday

Aug 18, 2018
(5 years)

Breed

Adult
Mirror

Eye Type

Plague
Common

Level 4 Mirror

EXP: 662 / 4027

STR

AGI

DEF

QCK

INT

VIT

MND

Lineage

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Offspring

Biography

Serif

Mad Doctor

Bio
The doctor himself was in a blind panic, which was preventing him from thinking clearly. Freedom was quite the drug after all these years....
Nevertheless, he would not give it up so easily. Not after working so hard for nearly a century for such privileges. Besides, it was not like he could return to that facility- the pestilence was there, and it wanted his head for such longevity. All he needed to do was find a boat or one of those giant birds that he overhead some others talking about and he was home free, and he could wander the corridors and feel the sun on his body once more without the terrors and repetition of that the prison offered. He would not go back so quickly, not after what lengths he'd put those people through. Not anymore.
The Doctor had gone beyond forgiveness now..

Story
As the doctor gazed over his patient, the smell of death oozed from across the land, forcing all its bloodthirsty grasp to fall to their knees at its whims. His own heart ached for these people. It’s why they took the job isn’t it, to save those damned by this somber disease? Soon, they were forced to look down by the desperate grasping of their current patient, a young child; possibly a teenager. But they had no way of telling, since they were covered in ghastly boils and practically a ghost already. “Doctor...” they mumbled, reaching out to touch them before the doctor practically wretched away their arm in a violent gesture,
“Do not touch me!” He hissed, gripping the glove covered arm. “You are sick, I still need to cure you of this nasty plague…”
As the doctor turned away, he cursed himself for such a crude action, physical and verbal.
“Blast…. I just had this cleaned as well.” They turned back to the bedridden patient, “Very well, Close your eyes young one. For I have the cure.”Alas… So much yet to be cured. So many who preach against the cure. So. Many.” He huffed, exasperated. “Nevertheless, I will continue my work, for the survival of humanity. For the glory of the creator.”
“Doctor. What are you doing?” A female stepped in, looking around nervously,
“On a further note. What left is there to do? There is no one left.”
“Ah, my dear sweet Hema, there is so much more left to do than what meets the eyes! So many more sick people to cure!” The doctor raised their hands high, as if expressing faceless excitement.
“With all due respect, Serif,” She chuckled through her sentences, “I’m starting to believe you are going quite mad!”
“Mad….?” The Doctor now known as Serif mumbled, “Mad, Brilliant! All the greatest minds were a bit off were they not?” He turned to face her, “Aristotle, Pythagoras, Plato!” He yelled, each word louder as if to prove his point.
Hema stared at him, flabbergasted that such an old friend was acting this way, turned from his standing point and showed herself out of the small, skimpily decorated workshop.

_____

As Hema walked away, she felt the guilt of what she had done wash over her. Her friend needed her, but her morals and her beloved doctor’s ideals clashed in such a way that all but forced her feet to keep going. As the building fell behind her and the image of her carriage grew closer, she slowed her pace and began to wonder whether or not she should have stayed. If she could have stopped what he was planning, if she could have saved them.
“No… This is for the best.” She mumbled while sliding into the driver’s seat.
Back at the laboratory, Serif was finishing up his final patient of the day, “Ah… The time has finally come my children.” He stood up and headed for the door.
As the image of the unknown stretched before him, he raised his arms to the sky and shouted “My children... rise! For you are cured of the greatest disease of death itself!”
All around him, the dead rose..

Code by LynxieRG #310083
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Art by @NoodleNox

Art by@chantric

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