Takigakure Medical Clinic
Oct 6, 2018 4:55:08 GMT -7
Post by Dravocn on Oct 6, 2018 4:55:08 GMT -7
Dravocn rolled his neck after having treated a few children. His eyes searching for his next test subject, after all, he needed to improve in order to be any sort of good. The boy was... rather young for someone who professed in medicine. His eyes are seemingly dead and deep violet and are slit in a rather alluring way, like he doesn't care, but also somewhat of a deep longing and sadness. His hair and general appearance was well kept and cleaned despite being an orphan who cares for two younger girls.
He was breaching his teen years and considering how little progress he has made in his training, his natural teenage hormones have made him rather angry and depressed with himself for such things. He was getting a bit more practice in with the medical arts before heading to the Land of Sound for some training he was suggested by the Kage.
His future studies was rather versatile to say the least, as apparently there was a curious fighting style that was as much a mode of healing as it was for debilitating... an art form, a craft. He was very interested in this idea... however he was not able to defend himself well. This was troubling and had hoped to have seen at least the crow by now so that he could get moving forward. But instead, he had seen neither of the kage's assistants lately, perhaps that was by design, but he was rather hoping not to be killed in the pursuit of furthering his usefulness.
Dravocn sighed to himself and shook his head, taking off his doctor's gloves and tossing them in the bin. He didn't clock in, this wasn't something he was paid for, there was no benefit from this other than helping the village and practicing his craft. His main issue from this is exactly what was stated earlier, he had made no progress... his anger only grew at this thought.
Despite his anger and hormones acting up, he showed no signs of any sort of emotion besides happiness. His smile plastered on his face and his eyes just as soul-piercing and just as much of a soul-sucking empty void as always.
He was breaching his teen years and considering how little progress he has made in his training, his natural teenage hormones have made him rather angry and depressed with himself for such things. He was getting a bit more practice in with the medical arts before heading to the Land of Sound for some training he was suggested by the Kage.
His future studies was rather versatile to say the least, as apparently there was a curious fighting style that was as much a mode of healing as it was for debilitating... an art form, a craft. He was very interested in this idea... however he was not able to defend himself well. This was troubling and had hoped to have seen at least the crow by now so that he could get moving forward. But instead, he had seen neither of the kage's assistants lately, perhaps that was by design, but he was rather hoping not to be killed in the pursuit of furthering his usefulness.
Dravocn sighed to himself and shook his head, taking off his doctor's gloves and tossing them in the bin. He didn't clock in, this wasn't something he was paid for, there was no benefit from this other than helping the village and practicing his craft. His main issue from this is exactly what was stated earlier, he had made no progress... his anger only grew at this thought.
Despite his anger and hormones acting up, he showed no signs of any sort of emotion besides happiness. His smile plastered on his face and his eyes just as soul-piercing and just as much of a soul-sucking empty void as always.