DrFishman8373

Overview
Demetrius Fishicus Is a Carnian, Tortugan brewer and Town Owner, shrouded in mystery. Here, an autobiography was forced into the making.



Younger Years
Not much is known about my years as a child (Mostly because I'm too lazy to put actually detail into anything.) Mostly, my time was spent in NotVenice Selling things and gathering and mining. Eventually, I'd end up moving to multiple different towns to work on buildings. I think I used to wear a suit of experimental armor made to enhance some abilities, But something happened to it, and I don’t think it worked.

My place in the world
It was any other day, at this point a prototype of my current attire was made, and I would wear it around. I slipped on my boots and gloves, my heavy black trench coat swooped the floor as I put it on. I put on my hat, my mask not being in my attire, yet. I then finally put on my Knight armor to depart.

Something was off about that day. I was commissioned to help build a warehouse and brewery. Work went smoothly, as I’d expect. Something was off. Then I heard whispering, and it was impossible to crack. It was gibberish, but I knew something was wrong. I went back to my home, taking off my armor, then trying to slide off my boots.

It didn’t work.

I heard whispering again. It kept on saying something on the lines of creation, masks, drinks, and life. I pulled out a mirror and took off my hat. A thick black cloth had sealed my head to the trench coat, unable to be tooken off. The boots stuck to the legs.

I was stuck in the damned suit.

“Doctor, Doctor, Doctor….”

job.

Phase 1
I woke up the next day, still with the suit attached. I did not feel hungry, nor thirsty at all, nor did I ever feel sick. All I could hear was slight whispering. My mind distorted, and I couldn’t think straight. That was when Isolationist began.

Phase 2
I saw no one, not even in the market I went to frequently. I decided to move north to see people, and settled in my current town. No one. And then I started to go absolutely insane.

Phase 4
Death, Isolation. True happiness. The catalyst for explosion. Imagined people, Whom I remembered. Imagined exiled and fled to a place in my head. Peaceful. Living. Free. Imagine religions in head. I document them in brisk moment I was free from this torture. I can’t get out of own mind. Trapped within my thoughts.

I somehow moved to the front of Aldovir and Yimmu Audal.

The rest of the time came In as a blur…. I’m still trying to remember. All I know is I made a town……

Devloped a Southern Affiloation for Tea….?

It sounds all sudden, but I have no idea what’s going on. Well, at least when I’m not in my humble town. Well, I built this temple in the side of a hill. I meditate there every Fortnight, and apparently it stops my hallucinations. I make drinks during the day, mostly tea. The moment I leave the town, however, I don’t remember anything……

All I know, is Galadonn, a small nation wanted our destroyed Carnian claims. I obliged. It helps my sanity, but I hope they don't find out about the condition.

I will continue writing this autobiography when more information arrives.