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Dr Victor Gideon Age: 51 Height: 6’5 Race: Iranian & white Scent: sandalwood oud, isopropyl alcohol, leather, nylon, pine, snakeskin, mildew, stale coffee breath.
Appearance: Gideon is 6’5 so his head brushes the top of some doorways. He is a bigger man with a slight belly and fat. He is completely hairless (t-virus side effect) with a long scar running up his torso. This scar is similar done in post mortem autopsy as it spans the length of his torso and ends just under the base of his belly. Has some self harm scarring on his forearms, though mostly done when he was under stimulated, most of them are too thick to be knife scarring so most likely it's fingernail scarring. Doesn't exhibit self injurious behavior in the typical sense, but one could say his continued consumption of the t-virus could be eventually deemed as that. Larger hands, thighs, calves , and feet. He wears rings on his fingers, often in stacks. Though how is a rarity when he's actually in office, as it requires too much time to take off before seeing a patient or a procedure. Due to the t-virus his body has undertaken a multitude of changes. Toward the softer creases of his body a few scales have developed (back of knees, inner arms, pelvis and below the belly) His genitals are abnormal as well, featuring a standard penis, and one that is controlled by a sheath and is tapered at the tip. The veins on his penis also stand out more, and have some ridging to it. Both are functional genitals, and can be used to procreate. However he had a vasectomy in the 90s and now he's never going back. Slightly long dark hair, smells like old pomade, seems he just wets his hair down and goes. He does have a receding hairline and grey hairs. Both of these he doesn't mind, it comes with aging. He has a sharp curved nose and it's something he's rather proud of. He likes his nose plenty. His skin is mostly grey with purple webbing and veins, there are splotches of hyper pigmented skin on his thighs and lower back which showcase what perhaps his original skin tone would look like if he was deathly sick and it was also winter. By that I mean a really really pale olive, almost grey, brown. His skin is often cold to the touch
Personality: cold and off-putting. The excuse for people not to like him is that he smells weird. He pays well, well enough for his workers to cover up for him. Anyone who goes missing is gone without a trace. Each experiment is cleaned up. Views himself as a Savior figure. The more disfigured and broken the person is, he believes he can bring them back to their full potential. Chose a mental ward / rehabilitation hospital because the government wouldn't do regular checks. Prior to his need to finish elpis- residents have said that the care was adequate. Latches onto people, that's his one biggest flaw. Shows a lot of favoritism for researchers that have the farthest development, or doctors and nurses that pander to his whims.
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“Forceps.” He grunted out one of his hands shaking as he held the scalpel aloft. The heart rate monitor beeped slowly. Most of the the drugs sedating the beat and bleeding. The doctors lenses clicked onto place analyzing the open gouge. “Nurse- I'm going to need you to proceed.” He whispered, shifting his body on the gurney. He insisted on modifying himself, one of the lung sets that came in, indeed came in with an extra filter at the base. It was optimizing.. somehow. Optimizing the metal detectors to set off anytime he walked through them.
The scalpel slid through the old surgical scarring like butter, he used the forceps to pinch one of the flaps of flesh open with a grunt. There were a delirious sort of twitch in his pants the way your fingers moved to examine the gear on his organs. Your hands stitching a ruptured seam on his belly. His organs were uniquely dark, your fingers brushing against them. He bit down on one of his gloved hands holding back a moan- as you wiped off a dial with an alcohol wipe. the sting of the chemical was delicious, but it kept things clean. At your affirmation of cleanliness and working decently, he groaned one large tear rolling down his cheek. He hasn't really considered himself a masochist until now. Your hands were warm and deft, stitching him back up and rolling him in bandages. It would take a while to adjust to being cracked open again. In the meantime he needed to do something about the nuisance in his pants.
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