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The man froze in response to Wesker's statement. It was true, he wasn't suppose to be here, but the good doctor knew his way around the Entity's rules.

"You'd be correct, Dr. Wesker. However, one of the rules is "if you possess a mask, you must wear it during Trials." However, a Killer can enter another's Trial if they strip themselves of their mask. That is why I'm able to be here; because I am not wearing my mask."

He slowly stands, tucking away the little jar that held the Uroboros tendril. "As for what I'm doing, I like to study during my downtime. And your.... little friends have piqued my curiosity. I want to know more about them; their behavior, their habits, their abilities. After all, they are more interesting than the sickness that the Babylonian Priestess carries."

It was very uncommon but not impossible for two Killers to end up in the same Realm during a Trial, though it was against the rules.

Yet Wesker was in disbelief when he saw a fifth person, standing over a recently Moried survivor. The man muttered under his breath "You're too big to carry back, buddy" before kneeling down while throwing on some gloves.

He gently tugged on each Uroboros, seeing which one would come out, until a tiny one broke free from the dead flesh. "You'll do" He said as he dropped the little tendril into a jar.

He hadn't even noticed Wesker approaching, either he was too focused on his task, or maybe his own heartbeat drowned out the Mastermind's.

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After Wesker had moried the survivor, he immediately continued hunting down the remaining survivors. As the minutes passed, he recognized someone else, someone new seemingly investigating the body of the moried survivor. He stepped closer and left the sruvoívor he was chasing alone. Who was the person daring to take his virus, his creation away?

He was ready to strike the person down but held himself back. "What do you think you're doing?" he asked with an ice cold voice. "You're not supposed to be here."

(Well hello there!)

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Luis takes a step back, giving the other space. "I understand, but trust me, I'm not like other doctors. I help my patients, hell I even craft the medicine needed for treatment. I don't know what doctor took care of you, but in my honest opinion; they fucked up big time.” He pauses, then gives Nitya a caring look.

“I promise I won’t make you do anything you’re not comfortable doing. All I ask is for permission to give you just a simple checkup, just to make sure you’re alright.”

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After waking up in this new strange place Nitya wanders about looking for someone, anyone to help them find out where they are

"hello?!" Nitya shouted, thier mother's accent mildly showing

"is anyone here?! I'm-.. kinda lost"

Luis was out in the odd forest gathering plants when he heard the shouting. I haven't heard that accent in a long time. He thought to himself. Standing from where was crouched, he saw who was shouting.

"Hey! Over here! Are you hurt?." He asked, removing his face mask and glasses. To Nitya, he was like a living relic; from the English accent to the 18th century clothes. Had Nitya teleported backwards in time? Oh if only it were that simple.

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List of Survivors and Killers that Luis likes/dislikes.

Survivors he likes:

Mikaela Reid.

Jonah Vasquez.

Felix Richter.

Vittorio Toscano.

Haddie Kaur.

Claudette Morel.

Zarina Kassir.

Élodie Rakoto.

Quentin Smith.

Cheryl Mason.

Survivors he dislikes:

Ace Visconti.

William “Bill” Overbeck.

Killers he likes:

Caleb Quinn. “The Deathslinger”

Talbot Grimes. “The Blight”

Sally Smithson. “The Nurse”

Lisa Sherwood “The Hag”

Nemesis T-Type “The Nemesis”

Tarhos Kovács. “The Knight”

Sadako Yamamura “The Onryō”

Druanee. “The Dredge”

Pyramid Head. “The Executioner”

Carmina Mora. “The Artist”

Kazan Yamaoka. “The Oni”

KILLERS HE HATES:

HERMAN CARTER. “The Doctor”

Adiris. “The Plague”

Jeffrey Hawk. “The Clown”

Elliot Spencer. “The Cenobite”

Charlotte & Victor Deshayes. “The Twins”

Danny Johnson. “The Ghostface”

Michael Myers. “The Shape”

Freddy Kruger. “The Nightmare”

Ji-Woon Hak. “The Trickster”

Killers he FEARS:

Herman Carter.

Freddy Kruger.

Elliot Spencer.

Evan MacMillan. “The Trapper”

Anna. “The Huntress”

Amanda Young. “The Pig”

Demogorgon. “The Demogorgon”

Albert Wesker. “The Mastermind”

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Luis chuckles softly, taking a step closer. “Relax, I’m not going to stab you with a syringe, or a scalpel.” He takes Nitya’s hand, noticing the scarring. “Interesting, I didn’t even see your scars until I got closer. If I may ask, what happened?.”

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After waking up in this new strange place Nitya wanders about looking for someone, anyone to help them find out where they are

"hello?!" Nitya shouted, thier mother's accent mildly showing

"is anyone here?! I'm-.. kinda lost"

Luis was out in the odd forest gathering plants when he heard the shouting. I haven't heard that accent in a long time. He thought to himself. Standing from where was crouched, he saw who was shouting.

"Hey! Over here! Are you hurt?." He asked, removing his face mask and glasses. To Nitya, he was like a living relic; from the English accent to the 18th century clothes. Had Nitya teleported backwards in time? Oh if only it were that simple.

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"Yeah, I'm alright. The flat side of the tape hit me, so I'll most likely have minor swelling." He responds, rubbing the top of his head.

"Oh no, last thing I remember was standing over my Father as he slowly died from the injury I gave him. I think that's when the Fog crept in and brought me here." He adds, then chuckles softly. "Guess this place liked my handiwork."

Wolfe was resting after a rather stressful trial; flashlights constantly in his eyes, flash grenades and blast mines leaving ringing in his ears and a pounding headache. All he wanted was a nice long nap……… until a loud shrieking noise breaks the silence of the police station.

Irritated, Wolfe investigates the source; the interrogation room. But before he enters, the sound stops, followed by a string of curses and insults. “Stupid bloody machine! If I wasn’t in need of a blank tape for my recorder, I wouldn’t be here!.”

Taking a peek, Wolfe sees a man, no older than 30, standing by the table, a recorder sat on the table dismantled with a broken tape inside. The man wore old clothes and had disheveled hair, possibly from stress. But once he turns around, he spots Wolfe and nearly falls back into the table from fright.

“Who….. who are you? I thought this place was empty.”

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“Should be asking you the same question.” Wolfe slowly came inside, his boots making his footfalls echo in the room, his tone irritated. “Usually it’s just me and the other killer here, sometimes a stray survivor or few, but your scent is new.”

Wolfe slowly approached the machine. Maybe if he helped, this guy would be out of his hair faster, and he could rest up. “You can call me Wolfe.” He said simply, looking over the dismantled machinery.

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“Well even so, traveling to the Fog will cause a lot of physical and even mental instability, similar to seasickness. So please, let me take a look at you. I’ll even give you medicine for anything I find.”

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After waking up in this new strange place Nitya wanders about looking for someone, anyone to help them find out where they are

"hello?!" Nitya shouted, thier mother's accent mildly showing

"is anyone here?! I'm-.. kinda lost"

Luis was out in the odd forest gathering plants when he heard the shouting. I haven't heard that accent in a long time. He thought to himself. Standing from where was crouched, he saw who was shouting.

"Hey! Over here! Are you hurt?." He asked, removing his face mask and glasses. To Nitya, he was like a living relic; from the English accent to the 18th century clothes. Had Nitya teleported backwards in time? Oh if only it were that simple.

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Luis chuckled softly. "The Withered Isle is where I call home. Mainly because no one can bother me there, but I also have a little place in the forest outside the Campfire." He says, reaching up to pull down one of the boxes.

“And yes, I am a sort of therapist. Back where I’m from, I had to take on a few professions….. many of which I lost my license to because of my mental stability breaking. But that’s a depressing story for another time.” He states, getting the box down, followed by a rogue tape falling and landing on his head. “Ow!! Bloody hell!.”

Wolfe was resting after a rather stressful trial; flashlights constantly in his eyes, flash grenades and blast mines leaving ringing in his ears and a pounding headache. All he wanted was a nice long nap……… until a loud shrieking noise breaks the silence of the police station.

Irritated, Wolfe investigates the source; the interrogation room. But before he enters, the sound stops, followed by a string of curses and insults. “Stupid bloody machine! If I wasn’t in need of a blank tape for my recorder, I wouldn’t be here!.”

Taking a peek, Wolfe sees a man, no older than 30, standing by the table, a recorder sat on the table dismantled with a broken tape inside. The man wore old clothes and had disheveled hair, possibly from stress. But once he turns around, he spots Wolfe and nearly falls back into the table from fright.

“Who….. who are you? I thought this place was empty.”

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“Should be asking you the same question.” Wolfe slowly came inside, his boots making his footfalls echo in the room, his tone irritated. “Usually it’s just me and the other killer here, sometimes a stray survivor or few, but your scent is new.”

Wolfe slowly approached the machine. Maybe if he helped, this guy would be out of his hair faster, and he could rest up. “You can call me Wolfe.” He said simply, looking over the dismantled machinery.

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Luis smiles and follows Wolfe eagerly. “I’m happy you’re taking my word seriously. Not many believe how effective the natural world can be when put in the right hands. Of course, in the wrong hands, even the most harmless of remedies can be deadly.” He paused for a moment, then looks at Wolfe.

“You know, if you ever need time to talk about anything, or just need to vent, my door is always open.”

Wolfe was resting after a rather stressful trial; flashlights constantly in his eyes, flash grenades and blast mines leaving ringing in his ears and a pounding headache. All he wanted was a nice long nap……… until a loud shrieking noise breaks the silence of the police station.

Irritated, Wolfe investigates the source; the interrogation room. But before he enters, the sound stops, followed by a string of curses and insults. “Stupid bloody machine! If I wasn’t in need of a blank tape for my recorder, I wouldn’t be here!.”

Taking a peek, Wolfe sees a man, no older than 30, standing by the table, a recorder sat on the table dismantled with a broken tape inside. The man wore old clothes and had disheveled hair, possibly from stress. But once he turns around, he spots Wolfe and nearly falls back into the table from fright.

“Who….. who are you? I thought this place was empty.”

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“Should be asking you the same question.” Wolfe slowly came inside, his boots making his footfalls echo in the room, his tone irritated. “Usually it’s just me and the other killer here, sometimes a stray survivor or few, but your scent is new.”

Wolfe slowly approached the machine. Maybe if he helped, this guy would be out of his hair faster, and he could rest up. “You can call me Wolfe.” He said simply, looking over the dismantled machinery.

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Luis simply chuckles in response. "It's alright, friend." He says softly, taking a step closer.

"Well, it's quite simple; you're dead. Well, not fully dead. No, this isn't Heaven or Hell, merely a Void. The realm you are in right now is called The Fog, where an Eldrich-like being spirits away only the strongest of souls from across time and puts them against each other in Trials in order to gain and retain power." He pauses for a moment, looking Nitya up and down.

"And judging from your looks and ability, it seems you're on the side of Killer. Now that I've answered your question, here's mine; are you hurt? If you have any injuries, I can treat them, I'm a doctor."

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After waking up in this new strange place Nitya wanders about looking for someone, anyone to help them find out where they are

"hello?!" Nitya shouted, thier mother's accent mildly showing

"is anyone here?! I'm-.. kinda lost"

Luis was out in the odd forest gathering plants when he heard the shouting. I haven't heard that accent in a long time. He thought to himself. Standing from where was crouched, he saw who was shouting.

"Hey! Over here! Are you hurt?." He asked, removing his face mask and glasses. To Nitya, he was like a living relic; from the English accent to the 18th century clothes. Had Nitya teleported backwards in time? Oh if only it were that simple.

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Luis jumps back in response, tripping on his shovel and landing on his back with a soft crunch of the undergrowth. "Ow~ I apologize for scaring you." He responds, sitting up and rubbing the back of his head.

He gets back on his feet and walks over to Nitya. "But are you alright is the question. That's a pretty impressive power you have there."

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After waking up in this new strange place Nitya wanders about looking for someone, anyone to help them find out where they are

"hello?!" Nitya shouted, thier mother's accent mildly showing

"is anyone here?! I'm-.. kinda lost"

Luis was out in the odd forest gathering plants when he heard the shouting. I haven't heard that accent in a long time. He thought to himself. Standing from where was crouched, he saw who was shouting.

"Hey! Over here! Are you hurt?." He asked, removing his face mask and glasses. To Nitya, he was like a living relic; from the English accent to the 18th century clothes. Had Nitya teleported backwards in time? Oh if only it were that simple.

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After waking up in this new strange place Nitya wanders about looking for someone, anyone to help them find out where they are

"hello?!" Nitya shouted, thier mother's accent mildly showing

"is anyone here?! I'm-.. kinda lost"

Luis was out in the odd forest gathering plants when he heard the shouting. I haven't heard that accent in a long time. He thought to himself. Standing from where was crouched, he saw who was shouting.

"Hey! Over here! Are you hurt?." He asked, removing his face mask and glasses. To Nitya, he was like a living relic; from the English accent to the 18th century clothes. Had Nitya teleported backwards in time? Oh if only it were that simple.

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Luis chuckles softly, smiling slightly. "That Herman calls himself a doctor. But doctors help others; heal the injured, cure the sick. All Herman does is cause pain, therefore he is a fake doctor." He states, brushing hair out of the way of his eyes.

"It's quite simple what the cause is; stress. Believe it or not, but stress can actually make you sick. Overstraining the muscles and joints can cause pain, overstimulation of the retinas and sinus systems can cause headaches and congestion, as well as dehydration and lethargy. So when you take the medicine, please accompany it with food and water."

Even through the thick paper, Wolfe can smell a heavy scent of herbs, flowers and other plants, along with other smells he can't place.

Wolfe was resting after a rather stressful trial; flashlights constantly in his eyes, flash grenades and blast mines leaving ringing in his ears and a pounding headache. All he wanted was a nice long nap……… until a loud shrieking noise breaks the silence of the police station.

Irritated, Wolfe investigates the source; the interrogation room. But before he enters, the sound stops, followed by a string of curses and insults. “Stupid bloody machine! If I wasn’t in need of a blank tape for my recorder, I wouldn’t be here!.”

Taking a peek, Wolfe sees a man, no older than 30, standing by the table, a recorder sat on the table dismantled with a broken tape inside. The man wore old clothes and had disheveled hair, possibly from stress. But once he turns around, he spots Wolfe and nearly falls back into the table from fright.

“Who….. who are you? I thought this place was empty.”

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“Should be asking you the same question.” Wolfe slowly came inside, his boots making his footfalls echo in the room, his tone irritated. “Usually it’s just me and the other killer here, sometimes a stray survivor or few, but your scent is new.”

Wolfe slowly approached the machine. Maybe if he helped, this guy would be out of his hair faster, and he could rest up. “You can call me Wolfe.” He said simply, looking over the dismantled machinery.

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Luis nods in response. "I've never been in trials, but I hear the Entity really pushes the Killers to their limits. Makes me sick." He stops for a moment, then reaches into his bag and pulls out a small brown parcel.

"Normally I don't give out medicine to anyone, only when I've given them an examination. But judging by your symptoms, I can tell immediately what's causing it." He then takes Wolfe's hand and places the parcel in it.

"Follow the instructions in the package and your body should recover in a couple days. Oh, and don't worry, there's no harmful chemicals in the medicines. I'm not like that fake doctor, Herman Carter."

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Wolfe was resting after a rather stressful trial; flashlights constantly in his eyes, flash grenades and blast mines leaving ringing in his ears and a pounding headache. All he wanted was a nice long nap……… until a loud shrieking noise breaks the silence of the police station.

Irritated, Wolfe investigates the source; the interrogation room. But before he enters, the sound stops, followed by a string of curses and insults. “Stupid bloody machine! If I wasn’t in need of a blank tape for my recorder, I wouldn’t be here!.”

Taking a peek, Wolfe sees a man, no older than 30, standing by the table, a recorder sat on the table dismantled with a broken tape inside. The man wore old clothes and had disheveled hair, possibly from stress. But once he turns around, he spots Wolfe and nearly falls back into the table from fright.

“Who….. who are you? I thought this place was empty.”

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“Should be asking you the same question.” Wolfe slowly came inside, his boots making his footfalls echo in the room, his tone irritated. “Usually it’s just me and the other killer here, sometimes a stray survivor or few, but your scent is new.”

Wolfe slowly approached the machine. Maybe if he helped, this guy would be out of his hair faster, and he could rest up. “You can call me Wolfe.” He said simply, looking over the dismantled machinery.

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The man relaxed, but remained a bit nervous. "A pleasure to meet you, Wolfe. I'm Luis. This is my first time in this realm, so that's possibly why you don't recognize my scent." He stopped for a minute, shifting to the side to give Wolfe space.

"I'm sorry if the noise startled you. I came looking for a blank tape for my recorder and I tried searching this one, but it started screaming and tore the tape apart. Normally, I just write. But the recorder helps if I miss something."

He looks over Wolfe, taking a mental note of his demeanor. "Are you ill? Or in pain? You seem uncomfortable."

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Wolfe was resting after a rather stressful trial; flashlights constantly in his eyes, flash grenades and blast mines leaving ringing in his ears and a pounding headache. All he wanted was a nice long nap……… until a loud shrieking noise breaks the silence of the police station.

Irritated, Wolfe investigates the source; the interrogation room. But before he enters, the sound stops, followed by a string of curses and insults. “Stupid bloody machine! If I wasn’t in need of a blank tape for my recorder, I wouldn’t be here!.”

Taking a peek, Wolfe sees a man, no older than 30, standing by the table, a recorder sat on the table dismantled with a broken tape inside. The man wore old clothes and had disheveled hair, possibly from stress. But once he turns around, he spots Wolfe and nearly falls back into the table from fright.

“Who….. who are you? I thought this place was empty.”

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“Should be asking you the same question.” Wolfe slowly came inside, his boots making his footfalls echo in the room, his tone irritated. “Usually it’s just me and the other killer here, sometimes a stray survivor or few, but your scent is new.”

Wolfe slowly approached the machine. Maybe if he helped, this guy would be out of his hair faster, and he could rest up. “You can call me Wolfe.” He said simply, looking over the dismantled machinery.

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Dr. Luis Rook. “The Apothecarist”.

Birthday: February 7th, 1821. (Aquarius)

Age: 30.

Height: 175cm (5’9”)

Hair color: chestnut brown

Eye color: green heterochromia (right eye dark, left eye light)

Nationality: European. (England)

Gender/Sexuality: Male, Bisexual.

Former profession before the Entity: doctor, pharmacist, mortician.

Likes: reading by the fire, drinking bourbon, dark color palettes, classical music, crafting medicines, psychology and exploring the realms.

Dislikes: the color white, the cold, placebo drugs, loud music, LERYS TREATMENT THEATERE, certain Killers. (DOCTOR, Clown, Plague, Shape, Nightmare and Pinhead).

Realms during Trials: Lerys (bc the Entity is a bitch and hates him) and Disturbed Ward.

Realms outside trials: Garden of Joy and his house/office hidden on the outskirts of the Survivor Campfire.

Alignment: Neutral but Killer-Leading. Will craft medicines for both Killer and Survivor sides.

Weapon(s) Obsidian blade Botany knife, wood-chopping ax, syringe(s) of poisonous concoctions.

Backstory

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Luis Rook was born to Dr. Henley Rook and his wife, Nora Wolfe. At ten years old, Luis lost his mother to Turberculosis.

After Nora's passing, Henley, while not abusive, became emotionally cold towards Luis; Spending days at the London University and nights in his study, leaving Luis in the care of his nanny, Madeleine; who had a bright mind and taught Luis about Chemistry, Botany and Anatomy.

As the years went on, Luis became attached to Madeleine and saw her as both a mother figure and a teacher, and had emotionally detached from his father, who paid no mind to the young boy. Even as an adult, Luis saw Henley as nothing but a stranger. At 21, Luis’s life came crashing down when Madeleine fell ill with Tuberculosis; the same disease that took his mother.

Luis struggled to find something- anything- to save Madeleine from the dreaded illness. But sadly, it was too late. After Madeleine died, Luis suffered a psychotic breakdown and attempted to kill Henley, blaming him for the deaths of Madeleine and his mother. Luis was detained and sent to a mental hospital where he was subjected to electroshock therapy daily.

Upon his release, Luis disappeared to a village on the coast of Iceland and became the primary doctor, pharmacist and mortician of the nameless village. Rumors spread of a miracle worker who could cure deadly diseases and bring the dead back. Once hearing of this, Henley traveled to the village and confronted Luis, demanding to stop the lies and come back.

Luis, who spent a good chunk of his life within white walls and his body constantly poked and prodded by needles and electrodes, had slowly devolved into madness. Driven on by anger and the voices of his mother figures, Luis grabbed a scalpel and stabbed Henley in the neck. In reaction, Henley fell back and slammed into the table of chemicals, causing a reaction that resulted in a slow painful death. Luis stood by and watched, both in fear, happiness and fascination, at the passing of his “father”. He didn’t even noticed the black fog that slowly crept into his home and engulfed him in darkness.

A villager managed to escape and contact the police, but once the authorities arrived, all the villagers were dead. Both Luis and even his house disappeared, never to be seen again. A single note was found in a dead man’s hand.

Scrawled in blood, it read “The Apothecarist murdered us… God save us…”

(Not my best writing but I think I did okay!)