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Oct 24, 2015 1:58:43 GMT -7
Post by Celaena Kamyuja on Oct 24, 2015 1:58:43 GMT -7
First Aid: Healing [5] x10 [95 | 125SP]
Rank: "E" (5 Training Points at all Times)
Skill: Skill
Effect: This skill allows a character to properly tend to the sick and injured.
Special: ---
Drawback: ---
Description: While some basic medical knowledge is inherent in this skill (to the extent such can be said to exist), the character’s role is to provide an optimal environment to facilitate the patient’s own recuperative abilities, by monitoring the patient and tending to his needs as required.
- Novice: Diagnose; Tend to injured characters such that their wounds heal at a faster rate; critical care requires 10 minutes/wound; can distinguish whether an individual is dead or merely unconscious.
- Average: Stabilize a character knocked unconscious from trauma; critical care requires 6 minutes/wound; with a successful Average skill check to resuscitate a dying character.
- Advanced: Function as a midwife to deliver children; diagnose injuries; critical care requires 4 minutes/wound
- Expert: Properly set broken bones; amputate limbs; critical care requires 3 minutes/wound
- Master: Critical care needs 2 min. per wound
Look in Task Skills thread found in the Skills and Traits Index for more information. Each time learned user gets 1 die roll to increase the skill.
Limit: ---
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00 | 05TP
Current SP: 095 | 125SPAkivasha drew closer to the zone where the warmth and torment throbbed from his body into her own. She drew nearer and with a sharp eye, she contemplated the territory for any unsettling influence. After a minute, she discovered it and just about shouted out with euphoria. The agony was there yes, however the outcome will be justified, despite all the trouble. The idiom 'no pain no gain' and he was regaining life. His blood was warm, and what was bringing about the agony was the way that his body was currently battling the toxic substance off without anyone else. All she needed to do now was help in the recuperating to make it work faster.
The bone of his ribs were once corrupted, now came back to its unique pinkish-white. In any case, pressing her healing chakra into the once polluted ribs, within the bone was back to its genuine nature. His heart pumped with a beat as solid as a man who had recently run a mile. What's more, the shading inside his body came back to that of solid tones. Healthy. As sudden as it came, the torment and warmth left and concordance returned. Akivasha hauled out of his body and touched his skin. As she knew it would, his skin was warm, however not smoldering with temperature. His eyes were ragged looking, however he looked vastly improved.
“ Grazie, angelo, mi sento molto meglio. – Thank you, angel, I feel much better”
With a modest grin, she cancelled her chakra control and fallen to the floor joyfully. Shutting her eyes, the hints of happiness blurred her ears as she nodded off. As rest took her, she felt a disturbance from deep within. Her heart pounded however the blinds were shutting far too rapidly for her to study this inclination from deep inside of her. In profound rest, she dream a fantasy of immaculate fear. Was a therapeutic profession truly her calling? The trepidation of blood, no not fear but rather something that made her question her calling. Is it true that she was intended to be a specialist in the art of healing? What is this illusion? This nightmare?
...There was blood, a river of it running. There was pain, a sea she was floating in. Would it never end? A thousand cuts, burns, the taunting laughter telling her it would go on for all eternity. She could not believe she was so helpless, could not believe her incredible power and strength had been drained from her leaving her reduced to such a pitiful state. The agony continued, went on relentlessly. Where were they? Her kin? Her friends? Why wouldn't they come to her and end this? Had they deliberately left her to these butchers who wielded their knifes and blowtorches with such delight? It had been someone she knew, someone who had betrayed her, but the memory was curiously fading, obscured by the agony of endless pain. Was it a conspiracy?
Vasha’s tormentors had somehow managed to capture her, paralyze her body so that she could feel, yet not move, not even her vocal cords. She was totally helpless, vulnerable to the puny humans tearing her body apart. She heard their taunts, the endless questions, felt the rage in them when she refused to acknowledge their presence or the pain they inflicted on her. She wanted death, welcomed it and her eyes, cold as ice, never left their faces, never blinked, the eyes of a predator waiting, watching, promising retaliation. It maddened them, but they refused to administer the finishing blow.
Time no longer meant anything to her, her world had become so narrow, but at some point she felt another presence in her mind. The touch was far off, another female, young. Same age as her. How old am I? She couldn’t remember. Vasha had no idea how she had inadvertently connected with this other girl, her mind melded to the other ones so that she was sharing her torment, every scorching burn as they charred her flesh, every slice of the knife, draining her blood, her life force from her. She tried to remember who this other girl might be. She had to be close to her if she shared her mind. The stranger was as helpless as she was, enduring the pain with her, sharing her agony. Vasha tried to close herself off from her, the need to protect her was paramount, yet she was far too weak to block her mental thoughts. Vasha’s pain poured out of her, a raging torrent, flowing straight to the female sharing her mind.
Akivasha’s anguish hit her like a powerful blow. She was, after all, a Kamyuja female. Vasha caught brief images of the girl in her mind, a small fragile figure huddled in a ball of pain, trying desperately to hang onto her sanity. She seemed a stranger to her, yet she saw her in colour, something she had not seen in all her existence. Vasha couldn't do anything, to save both of them from this agony. She could only catch fragments of the girl’s thoughts as she desperately tried to call out to someone for help, tried to figure out what was happening to her.
Droplets of blood began to seep from Vasha’s pores. Red blood. She clearly saw her blood was red. It meant something important, yet she was confused, unable to discern why it was important and what it meant. Her mind was becoming hazy, like a great veil was being drawn over her brain. She couldn't remember how they had managed to capture her. Vasha struggled to 'see' the image of the one of her own kind who had betrayed her, but the picture would not return to her mind. There was only pain. Terrible, endless pain. Vasha could not make a sound, even when her mind shattered into a million fragments and she could no longer remember what, or whom she was protecting…
2 die rolls instead of 1 due to me having Able Learner.
Book: Textbook: First Aid: Healing for the Curious
Rank: "C"
Type: Main, Book, Textbook
Effect: A book that helps the user how to perform critical care.
Special: ---
Drawback: ---
Description: A Large Leather-bound book with "B.I.N.G.O. Productions" written on it. No Authors are listed within the book. This book teaches the basic medical study and the role in which is needed to provide aid on a patient. It discusses their needs and how to monitor the patient through various practices. The volume goes through a wide range of study such as how to diagnose, stabilize, and properly set broken bones. This book gives a +5 Competence bonus to the user's skill pertaining to First Aid: Healing, and gives the user a +1 Competence bonus per die roll when learning the skill.
Limit: These items may be bought inside any Book Shop.
Cost: 4,000 Ryo
For proof of book, my bio is here: link.