Field Medic,
Army of Skye Medical Corps
Off-Duty
Mikkelus most often appears as an unremarkable humanoid male. A
weathered soul, time and elements have deeply etched the lines in his
features and bleached his hair and beard to a salt-and-pepper mane. He can most often be seen wearing a simple
unadorned grey robe cinched around his waist by three or four turns of his woven
rope belt, a comfortably loose-fitting sign of disregard for fashion. A voluminous ankle-length cloak billows around him as he walks the
halls and hillsides in sandal-shod feet, his trusty backpack slung across
his back and simple walking staff in hand.
Past
For untold generations, people have joined the Army of Skye to lose their past. Mikkelus offers few clues to his origin, seldom substantiating or refuting
speculation from friends or acquaintances. He offers few if any explanations for
the oddly distorted images that most cameras pointed his direction capture, when
they can capture any image at all. Whether he comes from human, Nuwisha, Fae, Malkavian,
or from some other stock, he generally answers questions concerning his origins with questions, with
riddles, with metaphor, with a silent and kindly smile, or with a glimpse into
the depths of his eyes.
Present
Mikkelus claims to live mostly in the present, when not
decrying time and space as illusions.
Though he claims to be a healer and combat medic as opposed to being a doctor, he has been seen working occasionally at the emergency room in the local hospital and in private clinic. He attributes much of what he does and does not do professionally to the provisions of an oath that parallels the spirit of the Hippocratic Oath in many respects.
Future
"Life generally takes people where they need to be, when they need to be there."