Dr. What Is It? the Remind Me... Disembowling in Your Species, Fatal or Non-fatal? Male Stratus
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There's something decidedly off about this Stratus. He's a social pariah in a species where social life is everything, a long-time resident of cloudcuckooland, and... a certified doctor, of all things. Well, the 'certified' part is debatable. He's lived in the Temporal Desert for way too long. His storied past changes by the hour, but pry enough and he'll spin a tale of having wandered through a door as a droplet and being raised by weird, scuttling crab-beasts in the jungle. Some stuff happened in-between and he somehow got his MD. Or was it a doctorate in art history? He doesn't remember, and he claims that the paperwork is lost in the space-time continuum. It's hard to blame him for having a swiss cheese memory considering the sort of timey-wimey shenanigans he's been through, but he's actually kind of a terrible doctor. Especially when it comes to the basics of human anatomy. Alien anatomy, on the other hand, he's very good at, but he claims that he doesn't know anything about aliens. Backwards logic abounds with him. So does sideways logic. About the only things he's actually good at are opening cans and declaring people dead, and he's not even that great at the second one.
His incompetence and plain social ineptitude often lead to him being ostracized by everyone, including his own kind. Social niceties are important to nephins, and he lacks pretty much all of them. If being an outcast bothers him, though, he doesn't show it. Mostly he's just too oblivious to notice that people don't like him very much. On the whole he's actually a sweet and friendly guy who just wants someone to hang out with. He's lonely. Of course, he's not really helping his own case. For one, he never stands up for himself, and is liable to scuttle away from bullies while screaming 'woop.' For another, he's not always pleasant to be around. His constant off-the-wall remarks and emotional instability are one thing, but his rather disgusting habits are another. He's an incredibly messy eater and tends to be quite grubby in general, and he always smells like fish for some reason.
One thing's for certain: he probably actually was raised by crabs or crab-people at some point. He definitely has the movement down. It's really weird to see a cloud-shaped snubfin dolphin scuttle sideways through the sky. He speaks perfect common somehow, albeit with a rather odd Yiddish accent. Who knows what's up with that.
There's something decidedly off about this Stratus. He's a social pariah in a species where social life is everything, a long-time resident of cloudcuckooland, and... a certified doctor, of all things. Well, the 'certified' part is debatable. He's lived in the Temporal Desert for way too long. His storied past changes by the hour, but pry enough and he'll spin a tale of having wandered through a door as a droplet and being raised by weird, scuttling crab-beasts in the jungle. Some stuff happened in-between and he somehow got his MD. Or was it a doctorate in art history? He doesn't remember, and he claims that the paperwork is lost in the space-time continuum. It's hard to blame him for having a swiss cheese memory considering the sort of timey-wimey shenanigans he's been through, but he's actually kind of a terrible doctor. Especially when it comes to the basics of human anatomy. Alien anatomy, on the other hand, he's very good at, but he claims that he doesn't know anything about aliens. Backwards logic abounds with him. So does sideways logic. About the only things he's actually good at are opening cans and declaring people dead, and he's not even that great at the second one.
His incompetence and plain social ineptitude often lead to him being ostracized by everyone, including his own kind. Social niceties are important to nephins, and he lacks pretty much all of them. If being an outcast bothers him, though, he doesn't show it. Mostly he's just too oblivious to notice that people don't like him very much. On the whole he's actually a sweet and friendly guy who just wants someone to hang out with. He's lonely. Of course, he's not really helping his own case. For one, he never stands up for himself, and is liable to scuttle away from bullies while screaming 'woop.' For another, he's not always pleasant to be around. His constant off-the-wall remarks and emotional instability are one thing, but his rather disgusting habits are another. He's an incredibly messy eater and tends to be quite grubby in general, and he always smells like fish for some reason.
One thing's for certain: he probably actually was raised by crabs or crab-people at some point. He definitely has the movement down. It's really weird to see a cloud-shaped snubfin dolphin scuttle sideways through the sky. He speaks perfect common somehow, albeit with a rather odd Yiddish accent. Who knows what's up with that.