DrFishman8373

Overview
Dr Nebula Fishman Is a Leveros and Aldovirian citizen.



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.

and now im too lazy to finish this