"If I hadn't made an oath I'd ram this stethoscope down your throat..."
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Talents: Crane is a highly skilled medical practitioner, and has learned to generalize and be adequate in most aspects as she's needed. From taking scans to performing surgery.
Personality: Crane is a rather caustic inhabitant of the Asylum, and certainly does not suffer fools gladly. She would seem to prefer it if she had no patients at all and was left alone. She seeks to be as professional as possible, and keep on with her work, though the continual cutbacks on resources makes this target more and more fanciful. Crane rather dislikes the inmates as a whole, though can, on occasion take a liking to one and treat them with some concern...this is an exception, rather than the rule though. As far as the guards go, she orders them around much like the inmates when they enter her domain, having little fear for them. She knows that skilled doctors are hard to come by, and they'd most likely hesitate before blasting the head of the person that might have to re-inflate their lung the next week. Crane is well aware of this, and seems to take a bit of amusement in the power she has.
Crane is certainly not shy about insulting those she treats, and will do so quite readily, though she usually seems to get the job done, one way or another. She can't stand the corruption that takes place, and won't lie about whatever she's doing with a patient, she takes her hippocratic oath quite seriously, aware she pledged to do no harm.
Along with her clothes, Crane has a plethora of medical equipment, everything that was in the asylum that she's managed to maintain and keep in a working order despite the events inside the asylum. She usually has a stethoscope and a first aid kit hand on the pocket of her coat on the rare occasions that she stalks out of the medical ward.
Doctor Crane, and he rest of her family lived within the asylum for several years. Her husband worked as a guard, and their daughter hung around the medical ward, helping Crane where she could. Crane was rather different then, far more caring and concerned and willing to help the inmates to the best of her ability. She'd often find the deaths that took place rather upsetting, and seemed to have a genuine passion for the works and for helping others.
Then however, came one of the many rebellions of the Asylum, some inmates jumped Crane's husband in the corridor and slit him open, along with several other guards, before starting a fire in the medical ward...Crane was out dealing with a guard who had his fingers trapped in a door hinge at the time, and by the time she was back she discovered that they'd not only slaughtered her husband, but had left fire consume her daughter. Crane did find her after the fire had been extinguished, but it was little relief as the burns were far too severe to treat, and it took the girl nearly a week to die, in agony from her injuries.,,before being carted off to the graveyard and shoved in a vault. This changed something irreparably in Crane. She saw no more use in fretting over the inmates, showing them kindness and concern...when they'd turn round and stab her in the back so utterly. She still had a job to do..and she'd stick to it, but whether they lived or died really meant nothing to her anymore.