Massage therapist

Your name is Virtvor.

You have known the hospital for a long time, but didn't grow up here. Being one of Mortos's adopted children, you grew up during the Tyrant's Era, having to contend with Vinten and his lackeys. Mortos feared for you and your twin sister, Anfanin. Not wanting harm to come to you, he sent a messenger to his old home in the Tangled Wood, begging for assistance and at the very least asking if they could give you and her refuge.

They wrote back that they didn't have the means to save him and the rest of the residents, but that an escort would be there shortly to pick up the two of you. You hardly remember this time period. Once you learned to talk, you would relay to the dragons of your new home that you remembered a dark dragon whose face glowed orange putting you and Anfanin in a basket. But that was your only memory of Mortos. You weren't told the exact circumstances for your move until you were a little older. They explained that they would send you back when Mortos himself visited, alone, to take you home. Though they would also acknowledge that day may not come.

You were raised as one of them. Your red eyes made no difference. The two of you were both taught forms of entertainment, mainly various methods of fortune telling, but Anfanin took much more to that than you did. Nonetheless, life was peaceful and enjoyable, but you wondered if you'd ever go back to the Wasteland.

One day, it happened. The Pearlcatcher from your foggy memories returned with good news. Vinten was dead. They were rebuilding and the future was uncertain, but home was finally safe. You bid your farewells to the Tangled Wood and traveled with him to the campsite on the strange creature they called Dajus. The focus for everyone was establishing a safe haven. You helped where you could, but never found something that really called to you.

That was until the inn started being established and guests were allowed in. You bounced around between responsibilities there. The primary inn-keeper along with several other residents organized to build an add on to the inn. They called it a relaxation center, inspired by the spas found in the hospital's travels across the world.

You took interest in this and started studying these spas. You decided that Nowhere Inn absolutely had to offer massages and you were going to make sure of it. As the traveling continued, you sought out lessons and learned methods from all over the world.

Today, you've been at this for years. Your methods are often described as unique, as they combine traditions from every flight.

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You have an entire tent to yourself for your work. You offer freshly brewed tea and snacks. Your workspace can be altered in many ways to fit whatever your clients find relaxing between the lighting, music, incense, and temperature. Sometimes dragons are sent here from the hospital portion as part of their physical therapy.

You are generally chilled out. Things don't get to you that often and when they do, no one really knows. Others see you as some kind of wise sage. You aren't. You're just a normal dragon and good at what you do.

Upgrades: Fingers can be heated or cooled.