Theraputix [DONE]

Theraputix Einarrson the Austere

Theraputix was born on the 28th April on Hysteria to his parents Tableteeth (Father, Deceased) and Tròress (Mother, alive). Theraputix is currently 38 years old. He was married to Strawface, but she died from childbirth after giving twins, one boy, Sticksbreath and one girl, Strawface the Second. They are both 14 years of age.

Theraputix is straight and has a wife, Strawface (deceased).

Theraputix is the Shaman of the main town on Hysteria. As resident, he serves as a healer of sorts, as well as a spiritual advisor. He is on close terms with the chief, Baldr, serving as an 'unofficial' advisor to him, and also takes the role of Godfather to Baldr's son, Fyklir.

• Elements of nature
  
• Mythology
  
• Healing
  
• People and their various personalities
  
• Stories

• Dragons (Especially Scratchet)
  
• Amputations and Death during his work
  
• Those of fear what needs to be done out of necessity
  
• Eel (not fond of them nor their taste)

• A good listener
  
• Provides decent advice to those who ask for it
  
• Works well under pressure
  
• A good medic, does not often loses lives
  
• Non-judgemental of people

• Brawn - Theraputix prefers to heal in the heart of battle, risking his own life in the process.
  
• Can get snappy if a stupid query is asked.
  
• He can be a bit of a daredevil
  
• Sometimes in effort to be closer to the words of the gods he takes halluciongenics (but only when he needs a burst of muse)

• An alliance/truce/peace with Berk
  
• Train a medic that will suceed him
  
• Help Baldr achieve his goals
  
• To hold no regrets

• Night Fury
  
• Losing his purpose as medic/shaman
  
• Having no one succeed him
  
• To find nothing after death/his beliefs were a lie

• Theraputix is in contact with Berk by means of Raven - he sends letters to a fellow healer named Ari Sigmundr
  
• He still thinks his wife is out there somewhere, even though she's not physically there.

Theraputix is generally a kind man who doesn't like to judge or compare others. Even if someone he knows has severe opposite interests, he will remain tolerant. His job demands him to keep a calm mind and a steady hand at all times. You could say that he was at peace with himself. He is always willing and ready to solve any problems people have and always seems to know a way out of any sort of problem.

Theraputix has long blonde hair tied back into a ponytail. He also sports a long moustache (think Gobber), apart from that the rest of his face is clean shaven. Despite being a healer, he is somewhat muscled in physique for when he goes out to fight. He wears a cream linen shirt and a fur-lined overcoat. He has a studded leather band on his forehead. He wears woolen trousers and long furred boots.

Theraputix the Austere was brought up in a time when dragons were friendly, and grew up surrounding by them. The only problem was he had difficulties in trying to train/tame his own dragon. Apprenticed to the current healer, Magikfingr, he found himself often out of the battlefield, which was seen by warriors as a great honour to fight and participate. Because of this, Theraputix decided he would strive to become as strong and as capable as a Viking Warrior, yet also skilled in medicine. Theraputix joined the Viking-In-Trainings at the age of 15, training part-time, since medicine was his priority. A year later, he would soon meet what would become one of his closest friends - Baldr Bjorg.

The younger Viking also had difficulty on the offensive side, which meant they often found themselves watching each other's backs in the ring and both taking defensive measures. Theraputix found out that Baldr was related to the current chief. He already had a dragon assigned to him, which the young healer found himself slightly jealous of. This caused a brief rift between the two friends, but was quickly mended, as Baldr did not hold himself up to standard of being potentially eligible to become Chief himself.

When Baldr introduced Scratchet to Theraputix, he quickly became a victim, still having difficulties getting along with dragons, and it didn't help with a crazy dragon on his heels every five minutes. Theraputix began to distance himself from his old friend and dedicated himself to the spirits and healing.

At the age of 17, the dragons rebelled. Since Theraputix still didn't own a dragon by then, he felt indifferent about the loss of such a powerful ally. In fact, he was on the human's side, fending off attacks and aiding those who got hurt. He hadn't lost any friends by this uprising though. However, he remembered Baldr whom he had met only last year, had several dragon friends and he loved them very much, more so than his fellow human Vikings. And now he was alone because of the fracture between the dragons and the Vikings. Theraputix made no hesitation to come to Baldr's side, since it was more the blasted Nadder which had made Baldr's presence unbearable.

Theraputix rekindled the friendship by helping Baldr become accustomed to a life anti-dragon. He also found out about Baldr's 'problem' along the way, and made sure it stayed only between them, Theraputix would eventually find a remedy that would ease the issue, but not remove it entirely.

One day, Theraputix's mentor, Magikfingr got very ill, and asked of Theraputix to reply to some mysterious letters. This was when Theraputix learned to write, with his master dictating words and letters. He quickly found out the letters were destined to some unknown man named Ari, who lived on Berk. Theraputix had never been to Berk, so he was genuinely intrigued.

Magikfingr's illness got worse, and during the winter he passed away. Theraputix thus sent what he thought would be his final letter to Ari. He enjoyed writing, and he felt sad that it would be his last. It turned out it wouldn't be, as Ari continued to send letters, adressed to himself instead! Theraputix began to speak with this stranger, wondering one day if they would ever meet.

When Hrothgar's daughter, Ashaere the Lunatic, was old enough to be apprenticed, her father apprenticed her to Theraputix. He gladly took the little girl under his wing, teaching her medicine and telling stories of the gods above just like the locals skalds would. Ashaere began to express family concerns, how her family were upset that she was not a male to suceed Hrothgar. This is where Theraputix began to grow as an advisor, and become a much more open spirit. When Ashaere mysteriously left, Theraputix was somewhat aware of her action, and accepted it, as long as she wouldn't die or get hurt in the process. Theraputix turned a blind eye for her sake when asked where she could have gone. Honestly, he did not know.

He wondered if he would ever see his little apprentice once more... And if she would ever return...

Theraputix uses a small one-handed axe which he uses on field.

He fights defensively whilst healing - "I'm trying to heal leave my alone!" *hacks and slash*

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"OWWW!!!" Cried a child. "I am hurt! I am very much hurt!" He called out from the training ring. The local healer, Theraputix had heard today would be a particularly tricky day in their impressive Dragon Training Arena. There was a Deadly Nadder in the ring, and it had just incinerated the Viking-In-Training's sheild to dust, burning his hand. Luckily the shield had taken the brunt of the attack. Without that protection, he would have recieved the same sort of treatment the shield had got.

"Come here, boy!" Theraputix beckoned as the kid only just escaped the Nadder's clutches, and allowed himself to be treated by Theraputix. He worked quickly with no fuss, burns were commonplace. He coated the arm with a paste that sucked the heat out of the injury. Relief was evident on the boy's face.

"I hope that wasn't your good fighting hand." He said when he was done, giving a warm smile.

"No, but at least it will look cool!" He replied. Theraputix laughed at this.

"I doubt you'll be able to use that hand for a while, child. you could try, but it would be very painful. You'll have to visit me every day for more balm. How about that for... cool."

The healer spoke with the Viking-In-Training a little more, until Theraputix had to send him on his way. He wanted to keep an eye on the ring. After all, his children were in there. The twins were very good - they were just as fickle as a Zippleback, and seemed to coordinate in a similar way too. This meant that when they were in agreement with each other, they were a formidable team, otherwise, just like a Zippleback, they could 'stall out' and they succomb to any vulnerabilities they might face.

Today they were in accordance, which was good. Because the Nadder in captivity was very fierce. Right now, Sticksbreath had somehow got himself onto the Dragon's back, beating it with the broken blunt half of a staff, Strawface had found some rope and was using her brother's distraction to her advantage, running the rope around it's feet to trip the beast.

The plan worked, and the deep blue dragon fell face first to the floor. Before it could struggle to it's feet, the other Viking-In-Trainings had leapt to it's wings and head to secure it. The teacher was congratulating them all. Theraputix was proud of his children, he was proud of them all.