Nitrogen

When listening to his patient's stories he always has a scroll in hand that he furiously writes on. His brush moving back and forth faster than the patient can talk. Often this intimidates the poor soul. What is he writing? They wonder, It's something bad isn't it? He's writing down what an idiot I am. In actuality Nitrogen isn't writing at all. He is drawing. Nothing that would win any rewards, but it helps him burn off extra energy. Before the hatching of his two kids he worked with a group of mercenaries always on the move. Nitrogen decided to settle down after a close shave with death. He didn't want his kids growing up without a dad.

He's not taking semi-retirement well and with his kids grown up he's debating a return to his nomadic lifestyle.

(Funky head cannon by Williwaw!)