"You're suppose to trust your surgeon. After all, your life is in his hands, but what really happens when you're under, unconscious and unaware."
Smart, classy, friendly. A bright star in medicine. A man with a healing hand, trusted and loved implicitly by his colleagues and patients.
But behind that cheerful grin, the dimpled cheeks and the witty words lies something dark and sinister.
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 We're interesting machines. Terribly flawed, but a never ending puzzle that needs to be unraveled.
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Shelby
I'll figure out what makes you tick, tick, tick. It's what a good friend would do.
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Chewy little mortal perhaps?
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Modecai Lance
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MD
FACS
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30's
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6' 3"
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Mortal
Blood flows through is veins. Untainted by the supernatural. A mind with no knowledge of the true devils that are out there hiding in the shadows. Would you like to be his introduction?
Beacon
It's ok to like him, everyone does. Easy to smile, easy to compliment. Understanding and helpful. People want to be around him, to talk to him, to share their deepest darkest secrets. Because he'll understand.
Healer
He's a surgeon, he heals. If you're a doctor, you probably heard about the new surgeon in town.
Monster
Not all monsters have fangs, change shape or dance with glitter in the moonlight. Some are mundane. Chicago lost a monster recently. Wonder where the slasher went.
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