Doramu Hakim
Ever need a doctor? Yeah, most of us do. Do your best not to come to Doramu unless you really need it, though. Admittedly, he softened up a bit once he started courting the priest Himmell Brightwind - but since Doramu returned from his year-long disappearance on what he will only describe as “business”? He’s just as crotchety as ever.
He is, however, a professional, and damn good at what he does. He’s one of the few remaining pre-Cataclysmic daeva, and while he shows no flair for the more religious side of the Cleric class, his calm demeanor under pressure, hands-on approach, and desire to work for the impoverished, desperate, and perhaps strangest of all, mortal members of Elysean society means he’s often called on to help in times of crisis.
A wanderer most of his life, Doramu guards his secrets much more carefully than he does his own health. He’d taken on a few apprentices, but until his adoptive (and recently deceased) niece Elyndora, most thought he would remain a hermit for the rest of his life.
He treats healing as an art, and takes pride in his skill. He’s studied with the wandering nomads of the Eltnen desert and the mountain villages of Heiron; he’s learned local herblore from Verteron towns and field medicine from the standing armies of Sanctum; he practiced with the Reian for the short time daevas stood with them.
But his grey eyes are sharp, squirreling away observations about those around him silently. His nose? Broken more than a few times before his Ascension and never fixed. His face and back bear the marks of the explosive shattering of the Tower of Eternity - and his smile? His smile is even more rare than his kind words.
What secrets does the small room behind the bookshelf in his clinic contain? - And more importantly, why does he feel confident in being an utter ass to most people, yet show incredible patience with others? Few know the answers to the latter, and only one person knew the answers to the former - unfortunately, she has returned to the Aether, along with far too many Doramu once knew and loved.
Some stories were never meant to be told.