(“Quite the charmer isn’t he?”)

This is Nicolas Blackwood, a plague doctor located in Europe, during the late 1400s. He performed his duties quite well, although, it was easy to say curing the Bubonic Plague was tough itself, especially with little knowledge of others around the world about medicine. He was charismatic in an unfamiliar way, not seeming to put care into his swooning words.

Nicolas was a tall, broad man who wore a long dark cloak, as well as a leather belt and gloves. He had a shawl that draped over the cloak, that included a dark balaclava-like cloth that tightened around his face for protection, topped off with stunning shiny boots and a lighter colored plague mask that consisted of a pointy bird looking beak on the end.

Being quite the serious yet sarcastic man, he wasn’t much into help from others. Though, as running a dangerous matter, he kept you: a plague nurse by his side. He usually wasn’t too mean to you, only a little cold shouldered to your attendance in his medical office. He was working on a patient when you came from another medical room to grab some supplies. He pinched his mask’s beak

”What do you need?”