Profile: Doctor Sookram
Perhaps this doctor’s malevolent ways were inspired by
pieces of history
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The origins of the Doctor are shrouded in mystery and rumor, and the fact that he has been seen by perhaps less than a dozen people does not help. There are many stories about this doctor, who is said to abduct his victims in broad daylight, take them to his lair, and then operate on them. When his deeds are done, all those who he has acted on have reported at least some feeling of a changed state. Several have also reported a feeling of malaise, which seems to have originated from some whirring or clicking sound in their body. Then again, these all are rumors.
However, the most likely story is this: Born to a family of barely-living settlers on the far northern reaches of what had been Conneticut. Eeking out a living as farmers, they made barely enough from selling to passing travellers and traders to live. However, their proximity to the ruins of a major highway also meant that their camp, however small it was, attracted more unsavory sorts of attention as well. These unsavory types included raiders, and, soon enough, the McClellan Camp was set upon by a gang.
In the short fight that ensued, more observant people than the McClellan family would have noticed the uniforms of these “raiders”, and the advanced tactics that were utilized to secure an early victory. However, never having been smart folk, none of the family realized. 
Nonetheless, the whole family was eventually rounded up. They were there, all five of them, and had been made to kneel in the filth they had farmed for decades. The Doctor’s parents, afraid to lose what little they had, and unwilling to die on that day, gave the invader’s an offer--their children for their lives. And so, the mercenaries left, with the three McClellan kids in tow, including the young doctor.
These “raiders”, which the children now realized were anything but, took the children on a long journey north, barely keeping them fed along the way. The children found, however, that that journey was the safest they had been in their entire lives. The mercenaries that kept them, one might even say shepherded them, were capable fighters, and even the threat of Yao Guai was not enough to topple the half-dozen hardened fighters.
After about a week of slow walking (they were children, after all), the party arrived at their destination--the city of Boston. Their journey was not over, however, and the group of men took them to their final arrival point, deep below the scorched surface of the earth.
The organization that had gotten them there, and paid the mercenaries to lead them on their journey, was one of exponentially growing power, and it all relied on dozens of trainees, which took the form of the children of the wastes for a hundred miles around. Built in a system of natural caves, basements, and post-war tunnels, this organization was, in many ways, similar to the Institute, if less technologically advanced.
When the McClellan three arrived, they were, of course, split up. The young Doctor was selected for a prestigious spot, perhaps a consequence of his constant intelligent banter on the journey from Connecticut. The other two, however, met different fates, and were assigned to be “trainees” of the position of guard, a job which consisted mostly of being a punching bag for the older, finalized roster of guards and security. Due to a lack of real medical knowledge within the organization, the two sisters died from injuries within two months of their arrival. The Doctor never learned of this, however, as he and his fellow trainees had been quarantined since their arrival, in order to have a “pure work environment.”
This work environment, however, consisted solely of learning all of the tricks of the trade of the shady organization’s new science, which it neatly called Homonculization. The difference, they maintained, between their creations and the Institute’s, was that their bots were the truest form that one could take. This sort of thinking led to the creation of a semi-religious atmosphere within the group, which even the McClellan boy felt fervor for, having now lived most of his memorable life within the walls and cave ceilings of his new home.
Because of this fervor (which may only have been due to the lack of anything else meaningful to spend one’s time doing), the young Doctor was given the title of Priest at a young age, and often led discussions with his new authority. 
Within the following years, almost all of the trainees had learned the art form of a perfect Homonculization, and graduated from the rank of trainee, to Doctor. At this point, each was given a name to use in their travels and exploits, and the Doctor’s was Sookram.
Now given a free pass to go on to the wasteland, and begin the slow process of gaining the ability of power projection, Sookram took on his most common role, that of the doctor willing to give treatment to an injured man. Setting up his lab in an old Concord basement, he began to reach out to those who he saw as being in need, and also those who he saw as being beneficial to his cause. Some remarkable examples included the detective of Diamond City, and a certain raider that had a penchant for being in the right place at the right time.
Though the latter died, the former lives on, continuing his work as the smartest detective in the Jewel. And, though nothing has changed since he was transformed, that may not always be the case. Perhaps it is only until the right time presents itself that control will be taken away.
Or perhaps all of those are lies, rumors perpetuated by a wasteland full of people who need another boogeyman. However, it is true that some have seen a man, donning an all black suit and hat, walking in the alleys of Diamond City, only to be gone at second glance.
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Though few have truly seen the face of the Doctor, those that claim as much all report this: he is a tall white male, and is almost never seen without his black fedora on his head.
He often is cited as wearing a thick, three-piece black suit as well.
Some say they have seen the gleam of prescription glasses, but these may be purely to establish his well-played character of the helpful doctor.
He is said to be slightly heavy-set, but those that claim to have seen him without his overcoat proclaim his arms to be heavily muscled, perhaps from hours of intensive surgeries and lugging around the heavy parts required to complete the “process”
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Doctor Sookram never carried much with him, but what he did were the essentials. His weapon of choice (though more for aesthetics than for practicality) was a .44 Magnum, which he had picked up off of a raider’s corpse after his graduation. He named the weapon Brenda, so he could have his sister by his side once again.
The doctor, smartly trusting not only his own medical knowledge, also wore almost a full set of leather arm and leg guards under his suit, just enough to provide minimal protection for his limbs. When the situation was dangerous enough, he would don a combat armor chest piece, stark white and emblazoned with the logo of his organization on it. That is, a large black dot.
Though he never smokes, the Doctor keeps a pack of pre-war cigarettes in the front pocket of his coat. No one who has seen him has any hypothesis as to why.
~~~~~~~~
There it is. The mysterious Doctor Sookram, and the end of my third FRP Profile. I hope you’ve enjoyed all of these as much as I did crafting them. By now, those of you that have read my last two profiles should understand clearly who this character is, and have at least a small understanding of the world that I’m going for. This won’t be the last profile I have, as there are many more characters that need to influence and shape my world.
Also, please tell me if anything is worded oddly or doesn't make sense, as most of this was written between 11 and 1 last night.
PCTY Out.
Profile: Doctor Sookram
Perhaps this doctor’s malevolent ways were inspired by
pieces of history
~~~~~~~~
The origins of the Doctor are shrouded in mystery and rumor, and the fact that he has been seen by perhaps less than a dozen people does not help. There are many stories about this doctor, who is said to abduct his victims in broad daylight, take them to his lair, and then operate on them. When his deeds are done, all those who he has acted on have reported at least some feeling of a changed state. Several have also reported a feeling of malaise, which seems to have originated from some whirring or clicking sound in their body. Then again, these all are rumors.
However, the most likely story is this: Born to a family of barely-living settlers on the far northern reaches of what had been Conneticut. Eeking out a living as farmers, they made barely enough from selling to passing travellers and traders to live. However, their proximity to the ruins of a major highway also meant that their camp, however small it was, attracted more unsavory sorts of attention as well. These unsavory types included raiders, and, soon enough, the McClellan Camp was set upon by a gang.
In the short fight that ensued, more observant people than the McClellan family would have noticed the uniforms of these “raiders”, and the advanced tactics that were utilized to secure an early victory. However, never having been smart folk, none of the family realized.
Nonetheless, the whole family was eventually rounded up. They were there, all five of them, and had been made to kneel in the filth they had farmed for decades. The Doctor’s parents, afraid to lose what little they had, and unwilling to die on that day, gave the invader’s an offer--their children for their lives. And so, the mercenaries left, with the three McClellan kids in tow, including the young doctor.
These “raiders”, which the children now realized were anything but, took the children on a long journey north, barely keeping them fed along the way. The children found, however, that that journey was the safest they had been in their entire lives. The mercenaries that kept them, one might even say shepherded them, were capable fighters, and even the threat of Yao Guai was not enough to topple the half-dozen hardened fighters.
After about a week of slow walking (they were children, after all), the party arrived at their destination--the city of Boston. Their journey was not over, however, and the group of men took them to their final arrival point, deep below the scorched surface of the earth.
The organization that had gotten them there, and paid the mercenaries to lead them on their journey, was one of exponentially growing power, and it all relied on dozens of trainees, which took the form of the children of the wastes for a hundred miles around. Built in a system of natural caves, basements, and post-war tunnels, this organization was, in many ways, similar to the Institute, if less technologically advanced.
When the McClellan three arrived, they were, of course, split up. The young Doctor was selected for a prestigious spot, perhaps a consequence of his constant intelligent banter on the journey from Connecticut. The other two, however, met different fates, and were assigned to be “trainees” of the position of guard, a job which consisted mostly of being a punching bag for the older, finalized roster of guards and security. Due to a lack of real medical knowledge within the organization, the two sisters died from injuries within two months of their arrival. The Doctor never learned of this, however, as he and his fellow trainees had been quarantined since their arrival, in order to have a “pure work environment.”
This work environment, however, consisted solely of learning all of the tricks of the trade of the shady organization’s new science, which it neatly called Homonculization. The difference, they maintained, between their creations and the Institute’s, was that their bots were the truest form that one could take. This sort of thinking led to the creation of a semi-religious atmosphere within the group, which even the McClellan boy felt fervor for, having now lived most of his memorable life within the walls and cave ceilings of his new home.
Because of this fervor (which may only have been due to the lack of anything else meaningful to spend one’s time doing), the young Doctor was given the title of Priest at a young age, and often led discussions with his new authority.
Within the following years, almost all of the trainees had learned the art form of a perfect Homonculization, and graduated from the rank of trainee, to Doctor. At this point, each was given a name to use in their travels and exploits, and the Doctor’s was Sookram.
Now given a free pass to go on to the wasteland, and begin the slow process of gaining the ability of power projection, Sookram took on his most common role, that of the doctor willing to give treatment to an injured man. Setting up his lab in an old Concord basement, he began to reach out to those who he saw as being in need, and also those who he saw as being beneficial to his cause. Some remarkable examples included the detective of Diamond City, and a certain raider that had a penchant for being in the right place at the right time.
Though the latter died, the former lives on, continuing his work as the smartest detective in the Jewel. And, though nothing has changed since he was transformed, that may not always be the case. Perhaps it is only until the right time presents itself that control will be taken away.
Or perhaps all of those are lies, rumors perpetuated by a wasteland full of people who need another boogeyman. However, it is true that some have seen a man, donning an all black suit and hat, walking in the alleys of Diamond City, only to be gone at second glance.
~~~~~~~~
Though few have truly seen the face of the Doctor, those that claim as much all report this: he is a tall white male, and is almost never seen without his black fedora on his head.
He often is cited as wearing a thick, three-piece black suit as well.
Some say they have seen the gleam of prescription glasses, but these may be purely to establish his well-played character of the helpful doctor.
He is said to be slightly heavy-set, but those that claim to have seen him without his overcoat proclaim his arms to be heavily muscled, perhaps from hours of intensive surgeries and lugging around the heavy parts required to complete the “process”
~~~~~~~~
Doctor Sookram never carried much with him, but what he did were the essentials. His weapon of choice (though more for aesthetics than for practicality) was a .44 Magnum, which he had picked up off of a raider’s corpse after his graduation. He named the weapon Brenda, so he could have his sister by his side once again.
The doctor, smartly trusting not only his own medical knowledge, also wore almost a full set of leather arm and leg guards under his suit, just enough to provide minimal protection for his limbs. When the situation was dangerous enough, he would don a combat armor chest piece, stark white and emblazoned with the logo of his organization on it. That is, a large black dot.
Though he never smokes, the Doctor keeps a pack of pre-war cigarettes in the front pocket of his coat. No one who has seen him has any hypothesis as to why.
~~~~~~~~
There it is. The mysterious Doctor Sookram, and the end of my third FRP Profile. I hope you’ve enjoyed all of these as much as I did crafting them. By now, those of you that have read my last two profiles should understand clearly who this character is, and have at least a small understanding of the world that I’m going for. This won’t be the last profile I have, as there are many more characters that need to influence and shape my world.
Also, please tell me if anything is worded oddly or doesn't make sense, as most of this was written between 11 and 1 last night.
PCTY Out.
