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Name : Mayumi ‘May’ Avyanna
Alias : Dr. Flowering
Age (20-29) : 23
Gender and Sexuality : Female | Pansexual
Open for shipping? : Heck yeeea

Personality : A really shy person at first when it comes to matters outside a doctors appointment. Not too good with new people or places. Gets scared or embarrassed easily, is really only okay when she is alone. Maybe with a rabbit or a cat. All the other animals are scary. A quiescent person. Very kind when you get to know her. Easily manipulated, due to her being scared of everything. A cinnamon roll. Isn’t always super happy though, because she knows she should be more helpful when they take down an illness. Scared of getting used to having to get rid of others illnesses. Was really scared of using guns before. Still manages to be relatively professional when at work.

Physical Appearance : Shoulder length pink hair(used to be blonde but she dyed it). Always has a bow or a hair clip in. Soft brown eyes. Has a beauty mark under her right eye. Rather average build, stronger in the arms than the legs. Very pale because she’s always pretty scared of going outside. A long scar on her forearm and under her collarbone, very self-conscious about them. Covers them up as much she can.
(I’ll probably draw her soon, so everything can make more sense)

Usual Clothing (other than Doctor’s Coat) :
Really likes and wears anything cozy and pink. Has mainly pink clothes. Really likes things with bunnies, cats, and strawberries on it.

Likes : Pink, bunnies, cats, strawberries, Earl Grey tea, cooking, flavoured milks(as long as she has these things with her, she will feel safer)

Dislikes : New people and places, going outside a lot with lots of strangers around, bright lights, dogs, being really alone

What kind of Doctor? : Immunologist

Describe your weapon : Has a Glock 19 for her handgun that she uses more. She painted parts of its pink, and it has stickers of her favourite things on it to make her feel safer with it. She carries it around with her in a pink, chain duffel bag. If she needs to bring a rifle, she’s has an M4 carbine rifle in the same fashion, but she almost never uses it. It’s probably gonna collect dust.

Other (optional) : When she was younger she really wanted to be a chef, but there was one time when she tried something new, and it went very wrong(where the scars came from). From this she decided to stop, and listened to her parents who had been pressuring her to be a doctor. She stopped cooking for awhile before a friend she had found in medical school got her to try again. She picked it back up, and now she enjoys it. As long as she has her pink, sticker covered kitchen utensils, she is able to cook.

(Is she okayyy? Should I change something?)

(Eee, thank you.)

(Up2U)

(So… out of boredom I kinda drew my Moon loli)

(That looks so cool!! I still need to draw my chara in her doctors apparel…)

(Question, while waiting for Pyro shall we get a head start?)

(Sorry 'bout taking so ling! I'll get my character up as soon as possible. Also, I got the exact doctor I wanted, so thanks!)

Name : Nova Quinn

Alias : Doctor Insanity

Age (20-29) : 24

Gender and Sexuality : Female, Heterosexual

Open for shipping? : Absolutely, although I doubt anyone will want to ship with her :/

Personality : Nova is a very closed-off person. Sure, she laughs, and jokes, and hangs out with people, but unless she's tired, very sad, or drunk(which rarely happens), she will never tell anything about herself. Not her emotions, not her past, nothing. She is a spectacular liar, having a ton of experience, though she hates when people lie to her. She is incredibly sarcastic, and has a no-nonsense vibe on occasion, and has zero patience for people who aren't doing what they're supposed to. She loves to make jokes, tries to keep her friends close, but not too close, and is an introvert disguised as an extrovert. Too much peopling, and she will get super pissed off, and tired, both physically and emotionally. She hates to show weakness. She's a bit of a daredevil, and will do anything to seem strong.

Physical Appearance : She has hair that reaches down to her ribs, which tends to be a dark brown, though she does have some lighter highlights. Her skin is slightly pale, but has a slightly darkened look to it, like a mild sun tan. Her eyes are the clearest green, and sometimes 'change color' depending upon how she feels. She is pretty curvy, and stands at about 5'6''. She does have some muscle, especially in her arms and legs, because she likes to work out on occasion, but it's not that noticable. She is pretty attractive, but in a slightly intimidating fashion, although she doesn't know that, or, if she did, she wouldn't really care. She has a tattoo of birds on her collarbone, one of exploding stars on her right forearm, and a tattoo of a quote ("If not now, then when?") on her ankle, on the side. She wears an rbf a lot, so people think she hates them, although that's not true.

Usual Clothing (other than Doctor’s Coat) : Usually black leggings or yoga pants, which are easier to move around in. A long sleeve shirt, of course, typically a dark color, and tennis shoes. She sometimes puts her hair in a braid. She likes to wear zip-up hoodies, which are cozy and easy to take off, and ankle socks. She always wears a simple siver bracelet on her left wrist, and sometimes a ring.

Likes : Peace and quiet, adrenaline rushes, dancing, sunsets, music, helping people, drawing, playing the piano, the color green, coffee, snow leopards, sleeping, mornings, staying up

Dislikes : Nosy people, loud noises, neon orange, making a fool of herself, being tired, too many people, her job, being bothered, being woken up at night

What kind of Doctor? : Psychiatrist

Describe your weapon : A few fillet knives up her sleeves, two butterfly knives hidden at her waist, and a Gerber Mark II, an Eickhorn advanced combat knife, a M-9 bayonet, two BW-ACKs, three LHR combat knives, a BC-41, two push daggers, several SOG Seal Knife 2000s, three Fairbairn-Sykes fighting knives, and a few fixation bowies on her person, although they are well hidden, and a few throwing knives sewn into the seams of her jackets.

Other (optional) : When Nova was fourteen years old, her parents both died of cancer. She lived with a negligent aunt, and learned to care for herself. She taught herself to fight, and how to use her late uncle's knives, which she found in the attic of her aunt's house, all covered with dust. When her aunt was diagnosed with a mental disorder, and finally showed interest in her neice's life, Nova went into medical school, got a degree in psychology, got a good job, and then when she went back to her aunt, her aunt commited suicide before she could be helped.

Nova sighed and wiped her face, moving from the narrow chair she had been sitting on to the rolling, softer, much more comfortable chair that sat behind her desk. One of her most diffivult patients had just left, and she was exhausted. Her patient, Anna, was clingy and needy, but never actually took Nova's advice, which infuriated the doctor. Just because she was young didn't mean that she wasn't talented!

She rubbed her face. She hated her job. If it didn't pay so well she'd probably quit, but with a degree in psychology, there weren't many jobs out there that would take her, ones that wouldn't make her talk to people. All. The. Time. She'd be better off working for McDonalds' or something.

A knock on the door aroused her from her thoughts, and she looked up, scowling. The others knew that she didn't like to be disturbed at this time… what did they want now. Sighing, she stood, and moved over to the door, sliding it open. It was the new desk lady, M-something. Margeret, maybe? Mary?

"Can I help you?" Nova asked in a bored voice, her tone flat and disinterested. Many of her colleagues had often, in whispers, talked about how irritating it was that she could be one of the best of all of them and still hate people so much. She had heard the whispers, but didn't really care what they thought.

"T-the-" the woman stammered nervously, barely able to look the doctor in the eye.

"Yes?" Her tone was dangerous.

"U-uh-" the woman was stuttering and trembling like a leaf. Nova was very close to throwing her out a window, when she ooitned behind her.

The TV was on to the news, and a man in a tie was talking. "A breakout of this strange disease has just occured downtown. We have word that most of the locals have been infected and the physical forms of the diseases are now present!"

Cursing, Nova grabbed her doctor's coat, the one specifically designed in case something like this ever happened, and started to run outside. Then she stopped, turning to the woman.

"Manda-"

"My name is Martha."

Right.

" - I need you to leave. Go as far as possible from here, or at least stay hidden." She tied her hair up into a ponytail, and turned to leave. "Don't get affected." And she ran out onto the streets.

Mayumi clicked a pen as she scoured through the piles of paper before her. So many people and so many issues. Mayumi felt like everything would get busier and busier, but she always felt like this and there wasn’t much she could do about it.

Mayumi chose to take a quick break from all the work, mind running with harsh thoughts and her tea had gone cold. She always asked herself why she was really here, she was scared of it all and didn’t really fit in with everyone. Was this all really worth it just to make her parents happy? Should she have listened to her parents this whole time?

She shook her head in attempt to knock the thoughts away. Standing up to get a new cup of tea, she went to boil more water. But, she was stopped in her tracks as the sirens sounded through the hospital and doors were slammed open by alarmed doctors.

Her door was thrown open, “Dr. Flowering! A breakout has occurred downtown, many of the locals are infected and the diseases physical forms are assembling! You need to head out!” the new doctor spoke quickly before rushing off.

Mayumi blinked as she processed it. She stood where she was, not wanting to go. She knew she should help though, that’s why she was here as a doctor, right? Before she could keep thinking about it and let herself become more paranoid, she went to get her gun. Reaching to the back of one of her desk drawers, she pulled out her handgun. She quickly shoved it into a coat pocket. She pulled up her face mask higher, and checked for the other medical items in her coat. She started for the door.

She stopped, hesitating to leave, and looking back to where she kept her rifle. If it was as bad as it sounded, she might need it, and more ammunition. I should have prepared for this so I wouldn’t spend so long thinking… She slung the rifle over her shoulder and grabbed what she deemed more than enough ammunition, heart pounding in her head, and left the hospital.

Colton always looked kinda scary to Mayumi when he stared blankly.
She twisted her rifle strap, “We are kind of always tired, or maybe that’s just me. But today I made sure to not over-work myself, and had plenty of tea. Then I got interrupted when I went to boil more water and now I’m here.”
Mayumi already felt more awkward as she kept talking, her skin heating up.
“We’re going to have to go pretty fast to get there, to help fight the diseases, unless we-“
She cut herself off, as a shiver ran up her spine. The outside was getting scarier by the minute, and she gripped her strap tighter. She needed to get moving.
She tried to distract herself and thought about the training, and how grateful she had been when it ended and they were allowed to leave.
Her heart raced faster, and her guilt started to bubble. At this rate she’d only be a drag, right? She should be helpful and get to helping all the civilians and defeat the diseases.
Mayumi bowed her head in apology to Colton and Nova, not able to get any words out.

Docter Ying Yue, the last of the acupuncture physician, was in the joy of finally having the first patient of the month.
As the successor of the ancient medical technique, it was really hard for her to encounter a person who acknowledged her and the ability of acupuncture. Since the present day's medical technologies was so advanced, people were starting to forget the older form of medical ways. Lately, she had been advised to give up on acupuncture and just be a normal, everyday Neurologist. But she just can't let the most important knowledge, the last treasure that she inherited from her family dies off…. No matter what happens she can't just let it go.

After several minutes, Ying finally finished the treatment.

"Haa~ that's so refeshing, the pain was all gone, thanks doc" the patient gushed. Before leaving the room.

Right before she could grab her favorite pillow and go back into her slumber, a notification popped from her phone. She reached to grab it tiredly and read the message that was sent to her.
C… she thought before thoroughly reading everything. When she realized that a break out was taking place, she grabbed her set of needles and of course, her scythe which she didn’t really plan to use. Opening the door, she ran down the hall and towards the outdoors where she and the other specialists would meet if something like this was to happen.

Nova gave Colton a stiff, curt nod of greeting when she spotted him. She trained with him, and they'd talked a few times, but she didn't know him well enough to really care.

She shrugged in answer to his question, "I'll live." She was indeed still tired from yesterday, although she didn't try to show it, as it was a weakness, and she could never show weakness in front of anyone.

She glanced at the other person there - what was her name again? Something starting with and M and hard to pronounce… she blinked. Man, she was bad at names. "We do indeed need to get there quickly." She gestured to the empty street they stood at. "So why are we still standing around? Are we just doing a quick weapons check," this was directed at Colton, "or are we actually going to fight?"

It wasn't that Nova liked to fight, but…. well, yeah, she did. Never mind. She took a knife from her coat, a sleak, narrow thing, with a glistening blade. She spun it between her fingers, watching the two of them. They were weak, she decided, to share so much, and show so much. She wished she wasn't stuck being with them, but nothing could be helped. She worked so much better solo.

Another person burst onto the street, another one of the doctors, and, very discreetly, she clenched her hands around the blade of her knife, about ready to ram it into a wall. But she couldn't do that, because it would ruin the blade.

(Y’all, I finally got to drawing Mayumi: https://pin.it/wo4limt6mgyibp. I was too lazy to do proper lineart so rip.)

Nova might’ve been scarier, Mayumi realized, glancing up to her looking ready to kill.
Mayumi could see Ying coming into view.
Not wanting to drag on a conversation, and not having any fancy gear to check on, she started to leave.
“I won’t be much use in close-combat right now, so I’ll go now to assess the situation and help the civilians. I’ll message you.”
She sprinted off, not daring to look back or around. She really wished that this wasn’t as bad as it seemed and that it could be contained and the damage to be limited. All would need a miracle for it to be possible and this unit was the miracle, whether accurate or not.
To distract herself yet again, she began listing all the necessary procedures and things she should do and avoid. She’d need to speak with the emergency service members, and assess the damage. Secure the range of the disease, remove the civilians from the scene, assess what the components of the disease exhibit, confirm the diseases genetics and plausible medicines and solutions, help with recovery, provide support to her unit, and if it led to it: fight.
Mayumi really hoped that it wouldn’t come to the last part, but the other doctors were real capable people and they’d get on the scene quickly. If anything, she might just need to hold off the disease for a bit.
She pulled out a pair of gloves from her coat and put them on, before tightening her face mask. She untied her skirt and threw it aside, she had plenty more and it would only get in the way.
It was a good thing she wore a nice pair of shorts underneath today, but now she was stuck in a short shirt and it wasn’t exactly pleasant.
Mayumi was now joined by a crowd of civilians rushing away, sirens were wailing, and something was definitely being broken.
She took a deep breath. She wanted to run away, and to hide, and to scream, and to cry, and to let the others sort it out. But, she needed to put everything aside and get this job done right.
Mayumi pushed her way through to the front, finally on the scene, she was suddenly grateful for all her training.
She definitely needed to fight.