What goes wrong when you add the Mafia, Epiduromancy, Lust for power and a major charge.

Doctor Scorpius was a normal person at one point. He was part of a mafia family. They payed him through med school, and put him to work in their service. He was fine with it, and during this all he saw his fair share of gore with his “don’t ask” mentality of practice. “What you have 16 bullets in your smaller intestine? Sounds good. Okay you want me to reconnect your arm? Sounds good.” Medicine and fixing people up – no questions asked was what he knew how to do.

Something happened one fateful Thursday night. A small cabal of smart-ass adepts saw their friend get shot to pieces by a hitman the night before. When the adepts came and waged war, they brought it to the mafia. On that afternoon, Dr. S had just finished patching up the same hitman who had wounds and bruises in the form of odd words. He didn’t question it: it was his job. A few minutes later the dukes blew off the door to the warehouse they were functioning in. As the bullets and blasts flew, Dr.S saw it all. A drunk guy levitating a crate into a smuggler, an old dude setting everything around him on fire with a blink, an indian girl turning into a giant snake monster and several others.

In this brief fight that lasted an hour at most of gun shots and blasts, Scorpius went completely insane. With in that brief moment of insanity, he dropped his scapal onto his leg. With the huge jolt of pain, came a huge jolt of energy and power. He next cut a small insision on his hand, and he felt more power. This all happened during the fight and halfways into it a dipsomancer spotted him and was about to stab him in the back to take him out. With a brief impulse of relfex, Dr.S grabbed the adept’s hand, and unleashed the magic within him. The boozehound screamed in pain as his arm began sizzling and melted off his shoulder completely. His eyes opened widely as he stood up scapal in hand, and stabbed the boozehound to death. The same hitman he finished patching up before came up to him and told him to run, and leave the mafia. And Dr.S did.

A year later, a more experienced fleshwarping doctor hit the streets after hiding. He was quickly hired as a doctor and bodyguard to a pilgrim squad leader. During the time he was protecting him, he saw more strange shit and creatures, but continued protecting his target. But this all changed when their group was assigned to infiltrate the swap meet, when they all were under new employment after their old employer disappeared. Once they found the place it was all easy for them. But change and power all enthralled the members. The party fool got super hammered and began hallucinating on the stuff he drank and got stuck in a bathroom for the whole convention. The Cliomancer found a new liking with drugs and alchemy, the mafia hitman became a demagogue to the masses, and the Pilgrim leader lost his arm and eye in deals to protect everyone. But Doctor S didn’t change like everyone else, he got power. He became so strong and fast, he didn’t need to worry as much about ramping himself up and not being strong enough for the next fight, his flesh could take it.

Then Doctor Scorpius found out about how to get the ultimate charge, the major charge. Once he found out, he got what he needed to do it he immediately went to his apartment. With a pair of strong wire clippers and removed the tops from the batteries he bought, he then put them in a shot glass. With a shot of battery acid, and a few gargles, the doctor had done it, he got the ultimate charge. This was all fine and dandy, but this was all at the cost of his vocal chords.

Within the minute, the Doctor began dramatically changing his body completely: skin, hair, organs, muscles the whole lot. He ended up becoming an extremely semi gray pale man, with faded brown hair and dramatic physical abilities. On whim the doctor could “hulk out” completely and practically rip people in half and return to his 90 lb weakling physique in seconds flat. Another side effect of his transformation was that he had the like still pond active at all times and had to actually think to make himself fully solid.

After one final mission in Vegas with his group he left after a battle with some Pornomancers, to wander the US looking for another calling or a possible new way to improve his body further.

Stats

Personality: Power hungry but protective for the people he likes
Obsession: Human physical mastery
Wound points: 54

Rage Stimulus: People getting in hi way of what he needs to do
Fear: Dipsomancy, He had always been worried when a boozehound starts to charge up
Noble: Saving people through modern medicine

Body: 120 Beyond Human
Wrip you in half (Struggle): 65%
Taking the pain: 40%
Lifting heavy things(Gen Athletics) :50%
Speed: 100 Faster then a speeding bullet
Initiative: 60%
Run Faster then you: 40%
Mind: 60 Astute
Medicine: 58%
Occult knowledge: 35%
Notice 35%
Soul: 70 Calm around others
Charm: 20
Lie 35
Epiduromancy 60

((Basic skills which are normally expected to be there were traded off at the swap meet))