Doctor H. Maurer

Cactuar | Aether

A grim and grizzled battlefield surgeon drawn inexorably to Eorzea by a thread of dreams and fate, Dr. Maurer is firstly a physician--and secondly a Garlean, conflicted deeply by the actions of his Empire. At a glance, he appears to be an enigmatic older gentleman with the stiff, formal character of a military officer, and an imposing physical presence and sense of dress to match it. He speaks in a deep monotone, and has never been known to smile.

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Flesh & Blood

⚗️ Physical

Maurer is a tall and sturdy fellow with a square face and low, bushy brows, broad through the chest and shoulders in a way that might be brutish if it weren't for his genteel manner and reserved, formal poise. A crisscrossing of old scars crease his face, storied counterparts to the more natural lines made deep by age and the severity of a permanent frown. His eyes are difficult to spy through the red glass of his spectacles, but a proper glimpse in profile shows them to be half-lidded and the color of a clouding sky. Above these peers the unblinking pearl which betrays his race, a pale sentry amid the stern wrinkles that mark his forehead.

🧪 Psychological

Doctor Maurer employs succinct, precise language and is generally dry and serious. He is reserved, but not shy, and more than capable of being quite forward, possessing a robust interior confidence. He keeps his promises, but judges others by what they do rather than what they tell him, particularly if he doesn't know them well enough to assess the value of their word.Maurer maintains a severe dignity but is not the sort to artificially elevate or distance himself from anyone because of it. Being a stranger in a foreign land he is flexible and open to experiences, even if he suspects that he will not like them, but he does not budge once he has chosen to lay a firm boundary. He is not gullible, but does prefer to take people at their word if it is given. If that initial honor is broken, it is very difficult to earn his trust again.Interpersonally, Maurer is a private individual who deeply values respect shown to his time, personal space and professional capacity and is likely to return such respect in kind. Failure to afford him this bare minimum of social courtesy will typically be swiftly corrected--sometimes quite severely, depending on the egregiousness of the offense.

Character Summary

📖 Scholar

Despite his pureblood heritage and training as a senior field medic of the Garlean army, Maurer has claimed the mantle of the Scholars of old. Having originally obtained a Nymian soul stone for an object of study, he soon became deeply impressed by their wise arts of war, and especially interested in the capacity of a single Scholar to maintain the fighting capacity of an entire battalion in the field with little downtime. So taken was Maurer by his research of Nym that, in order to mitigate his race's innate inability to manipulate aether--a difficulty which stood between him and any functional field testing--he has developed a pair of aethergauntlets with which he can store, manage and discharge such forces, transfiguring captured levin into the spells of Nymian antiquity by processing it through arcanima sigils painstakingly recreated in a compatible ink. The familiar companion, discovered within the stone, possesses the shape of a burning phoenix.

🧠 Amnesiac

In truth, the exact means by which Maurer entered Eorzea is something of a mystery to him, and one he seems curiously disinclined to examine, despite his otherwise investigative nature. While he remembers some of his time as a scientist of the Empire and most of his tribulations in the process of gaining leave to travel within the city-states, early details are vague and the bridging moments between these two chapters of his life are lost to him entirely. Something seems to compel him to leave it that way.

💉 Grim Reputation

Maurer is known by another name in Garlemald and its once-vassal states. Those that might put that name to his face may recoil in horror to connect him to the atrocities he does not recall committing during his time as a prominent medical officer.

💎 Chosen of Hydaelyn

Maurer possesses the Echo, a reality which once conflicted him but has since steeled his resolve. Laboring with a great sense of duty, he has spent his time in Eorzea righting wrongs in an attempt to atone for the nameless guilt that aches in his heart, and in the process has collected a company of adventurers similarly gifted--some more reluctant than others.

Adventuring Party

(This section is a wip if you couldn't tell)

SMN | Tomomo Tomo

Small potato with a Big Hat and a Big Book. Started following Maurer around because he looked important. Follows him around now because he is her favorite tall person.

DRG | Mana Bayaqud

Hedonist dragoon with a drinking problem and a very, very reluctant hero.

WHM | Vincent Bernadette

Painfully Ishgardian Man. Funds Mana's drinking problem.

Who are you?
People call me DOKTOR. I'm an artist, writer and roleplayer of many years, among other things.On the matter of RP.
Simply put, I take mine casual. Whispering is preferred over walkup because I am not always prepared to be IC. If you find me already IC in public, of course, walkup is fair game.But here's the dirty truth: I don't RP often, at least not in the sit down and type lovingly crafted paragraphs sort of way. I simply don't have the time. Instead I enjoy character and lore discussions, "let's say" or summarized interactions, and loose timelines.If you're the type that prefers to keep partners who RP live for hours daily or weekly, I am not your guy.However, if you're strapped for time like me, but still love Eorzea, the FFXIV lore and your character(s), I'm sure I'd like to chat with you.In-game: Doctor Maurer @ Cactuar
Discord: doktor.rip

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Hooks & Scene Starters

Non-generic, expansion agnostic scene starters for those interested in something aside from casual interaction.Please note that although I have written these hooks in second person, I roleplay exclusively in the third person.

Medical Intervention

You have been attacked by a beast or robbed by highwaymen, and left alone and wounded to bleed out in a place no one is likely to find you. Someone does: a sternfaced Imperial. Rather than finishing the job, he props you up and checks you over, and you notice the gladstone bag of medical supplies...