<strong>My Name Is . . .</strong>Doctor Julius Stemple (license revoked)<br/><strong>And I Am . . .</strong>A junkie<br/><strong>What’s been keeping you awake?</strong>Adderall, Meth, Provigil, Regretitall, and the ghost of the guy who died on the table<br/><br/><strong>What just happened to you?</strong><br/>I've just woken up in my hotel room, gasping and vomiting, and it looks like I'm not dead after all. Which is a shame, because I don't have enough pills left to give it another shot. Also, there's someone else there, and I don't recognize her.<br/><br/><strong>What’s on the surface?</strong><br/>Twitchy, rail-thin, unkempt with soft gray eyes in thrift store clothes with a Rolex watch. I promised her I'd never lose the watch. It was an anniversary present.<br/><br/><strong>What lies beneath?</strong><br/>I was a damn good cardiac surgeon, once. She was a nurse, and we had two kids. Twins, a boy and a girl. All three of them moved out west after the lawsuit. Can't really blame her. But after she left, there wasn't anything stopping the downward slide.<br/><br/><strong>What’s your path?</strong><br/>Well, killing myself didn't work. So I guess it's time to find something worth living for. No fucking idea what that might be, though.<br/><br/><strong>Discipline:</strong>3/3<br/><strong>Permanent Madness:</strong>0/3<br/><strong>Current Exhaustion:</strong>0/6<br/><br/><strong>Responses</strong><br/>Fight? 1<br/>Flight? 2<br/><br/><strong>Talents</strong><br/>Exhaustion Talent: If I've got even so much as a pocketknife, I can heal people. It's messy -- there's always a lot of blood -- but somehow it works.<br/>Madness Talent: To be developed in play<br/><br/><strong>Scars</strong>