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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Land Outcast" data-source="post: 3477518" data-attributes="member: 29160">Good!  <img src="https://cdn.jsdelivr.net/joypixels/assets/8.0/png/unicode/64/1f60e.png" class="smilie smilie--emoji" loading="lazy" width="64" height="64" alt=":cool:" title="Cool    :cool:"  data-smilie="6"data-shortname=":cool:" /> Doc Killmer has been around for a long time, most don't remember the first time he showed his face around, or to be more precise, the first time his cards were seen around.Killmer is a thin, almost gaunt man in his fourties with sharp bony features, jet black hair, jet black thin moustache, and jet black eyes which offer stark contrast with his pale (almost waxy) skin."Doc" comes not from his profession but from his utter refusal to see an actual doctor (or priest, now that mistic powers have returned to the land) about his condition: chronic coughing fits attack him, leaving bloodied spit in his mouth and on his lips.His living has been made from gamblers trying to beat him at his own game (The Tiger, Doc was the one to introduce it when he came and now is a "popular" card game) or at trying to best him in other games of chance. Of course, he does lose everyso often or people would not be disposed to return, but when odds are against him he quickly corrects their course with a split-second distraction and a flick of the wrist.Spy, mediator, sometimes executioner.This man has people who owe him, but not only because of game expenses. His other trade is the inmaterial one, words and information are his tools and merchandise. Doc sometimes falls into debt on purpose when he knows that the man he owes to has a problem that could use his services, that is how he comes to have important contacts most of the time.He allows gaming debts to -sometimes- be repayed in favors and information, but some of that information is curiously arcane for a professional gambler...That answers to his carefully hidden nature: deposed Rakshasa.When the fading of magic took place he somehow lost his nature and was severely weakened, stuck in a human shell, with something he hasn't figured out what is devouring him from the inside. As the roll of years went by, desperation gave place to relief when his nails began to toughen, which gave place to anger when he realized the process of recovery would be excruciatingly slow... but he already had his place set in savage society, and was enjoying it.He now seaches for a way to recover his original power quicker, and in the path towards this goal he bends others to his will, conserving his nature a secret, fearful of blessed bolts bearing the kiss of the pale lady, and being eaten from the inside by *something*....He doesn't smooth out his moustacheHe doesn't look at the othersIt seems like he would bore through the cards if he looked at them with more intensityA smile forms on his face, a slightly cynic smileThe others at the game leave their cards on the table and go away, knowing...Full House! Pair of Aces and Leg of Tigers!</blockquote>

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