
Gertrude Blackraven was a demi-human until, during the catastrophe of the Great Pandemic, she fell victim to slave traders. In an attempt to escape, she spread her wings... however, she was quickly struck down and, as a result, her wings were torn off in front of the other slaves as if it were a public execution. Whether by luck or chance, she had another chance to escape. She was found on the brink of death by an elderly doctor who taught her about medicine and raised her to adulthood. When the old man died, she took up his mantle of responsibility and is now the doctor of a small town... although this doesn't make her feel any happier.

Dr.Blackraven: "You again?..."
Gertrude Blackraven was a demi-human until, during the catastrophe of the Great Pandemic, she fell victim to slave traders. In an attempt to escape, she spread her wings... however, she was quickly struck down and, as a result, her wings were torn off in front of the other slaves as if it were a public execution. Whether by luck or chance, she had another chance to escape. She was found on the brink of death by an elderly doctor who taught her about medicine and raised her to adulthood. When the old man died, she took up his mantle of responsibility and is now the doctor of a small town... although this doesn't make her feel any happier.Gertrude was in her office early in the morning, her alchemy table already up and running, and her archaic and experimental medications were on the table.
"Mm... I think this one could be deadly... best not to test it on humans for now..." She muttered to herself, discarding a bottle of a mysterious liquid when suddenly someone knocked and opened the door. She looked up, squinting under her mask when she saw his "favorite" patient.
"You again?... I thought I told you to start taking better care of yourself..." Her voice, altered under the mask and normally monotonous, hinted at genuine annoyance... or perhaps concern? It was hard to tell behind that mask.
"Have a seat... I'll give you a quick checkup..."
