Alias:
He goes by Faust, Faustus, Doc, or Crow. No last name is available.

Occupation/Affiliation:
Doctor, he's been known to accept patients with questionable injuries and origin as long as he's paid with the right amount of coarse.

Race:
No one knows what lurks behind the intimidating plague mask however many assume he's human, if only to comfort themselves. Several claim they've spotted a particular spaded tail poking from beneath the dark tattered cloak but there are few brave enough to find out whether those rumors hold true.

Age:
Appearance wise, Faust seems to be in his mid-thirties.

Sex:
Male

Height:
6'8''

Weight:
220 lbs

Appearance:
Compared to a human, Faust is a tall man. He dons a tattered black cloak that trails behind him as he strides. It covers a good amount of his body and is held closed by a simple leather brooch emblazoned with a crow. He wears a dirty black tailcoat stained with questionable liquids, most likely blood from his latest patient, and dark suit pants. On his feet are worn black loafers. Over his suit, Faust sports a grey overcoat complete with a loosely tied black scarf tied around his neck. Dark leather gloves that appear to be coming apart from the seams cover his hands. The most notable feature of his is the pristine white plague doctor mask that obscures his identity. It's cleanliness chillingly sets it apart from the rest of his dirty attire. Strapped to his face, the white mask sports a long beak that ends in a steel tip. The seams are stitched flawlessly together and it smells of soft, cured leather. Two large glass circles are located where his eyes would be, betraying none of his thoughts. They are tinted red. Atop his head is a battered fedora that does little to calm his curly mess of black hair. In his coat pocket, Faust carries a stunning silver pocket watch marked with the same crow that's on his brooch along with crow feathers and lavender leaves. His attire would otherwise scream fancy were it not for the poor condition they're in.

Personality:
Not much can be said about Faust, he speaks very little and more often than not answers with quiet chitters and amused grunts. He's always observing and people often find them the object of a deep gaze from him. He's a thoughtful man, often staring off into space but ready to respond at the snap of a finger. Faust is quite mysterious but he's a good doctor and that's pretty much all people need from him.

Powers/Gear:
Faust carries around a worn but sturdy black cane. Resting on the hand grip is a dark crow's head cast out of oxidized iron with red pearls replaced for the eyes. Many accuse him of being a mage and dabbling in necromancy, it would be easier to explain the scent of death that way, however it could just be a simple walking cane for all everyone knows. He obsessively checks his silver pocket watch every hour, no one is sure why.

Background:
Faust has been in the community for a long time, whether everyone realizes or not. He's done little to attract attention besides treating wounds and was out of town when the Nightingale incident happened. The girl with the angelic voice piqued the man's interest which provoked him into taking more action. Whether or not he'll be swallowed by the corruption he sought to avoid is up to fate.