Lucid
”Oh Binkt, we made it!”. The convention was nothing like he’d thought it would be..It was so much better! The Romanian alchemist and emergency medic was vibrating with his static excitement, he couldn’t wait to drift around and meet so many new people. See everyone’s hard work that they’ve bleed into their costumes, and not to mention; The Comic and Anime voice actors, artists, and creators! “We have to find another SCP or Silent Hill!”. The gasp that hollowed his belly..one could swear he’d just found a corpse. But he;d just found the snack stand and was already scampering his way over. Lucid was dressed in full plague doctor attire. The black trench coat, the black leather pants that hugged his round backend, the black combat boots, gloves, hat, and even a full custom made plague doctor mask. How fitting, an emergency medic dressed head to toe as a blasphemous Plague Doctor. The gothic attire was one thing, but to now have a ferret scuttled up on his shoulder with a super worm in his chubby jowels and bat wings strapped to its back...they were quite the pair. Binkt had just refused to dress as a plague patient, he insisted on being a flappy sky puppy noodle.
Pink anime cupcakes, decorative wed comic danishes, cartoon inspired beverages, candy, and tons more; Lucid was in literal heaven, he didn’t know which to chose. A very..indecisive sweat was beginning to occur under his worn and torn looking black plague doctor mask. “Oh..TCH..Binkt..choose for me.”. Binkt would say ‘absolutely not’ with a wiggle of his hind end stashing himself and his superworm back into the overly large hood of the black trench coat.
He had prepared months in advance for this convention, and yet..here he stood..nervous about if his attire looked legit enough or if he’d chosen the correct quality. Would anyone know he was the SCP Plague Doctor? His one brown eye and his one blue were cast down now staring at the treats and using them as a deflection away from what really shouldn’t have been such a big deal. Gloved hands came up to check the strap of his shoulder slung bag full of props he had also made himself. Alchemy bottles and tools lined his leather doctor’s belt. “Stop it, Lucid, you’re overreacting” The Slavic man mumbled to himself and itched at the right side of his head, where his brown, white streaked hair snuck out from under his hat and around his mask. Lucid’s hair was naturally a light sandy brown, but because of a little lab accent that took place back home as a child..Lucid had dumped a batch of harsh chemicals over his head, leaving hunks without pigment to this day.
Lucid is a smaller male at five foot and seven inches and a lean athletic build. He is built more for technical thinking and high stamina. Definitely a runner with hips that he got from his Russian mother and often used to sway at any of the night clubs he ventured into. He tops out at 170 pounds and is not much of a fighter at all and has a perfect record.
”Oh Binkt, we made it!”. The convention was nothing like he’d thought it would be..It was so much better! The Romanian alchemist and emergency medic was vibrating with his static excitement, he couldn’t wait to drift around and meet so many new people. See everyone’s hard work that they’ve bleed into their costumes, and not to mention; The Comic and Anime voice actors, artists, and creators! “We have to find another SCP or Silent Hill!”. The gasp that hollowed his belly..one could swear he’d just found a corpse. But he;d just found the snack stand and was already scampering his way over. Lucid was dressed in full plague doctor attire. The black trench coat, the black leather pants that hugged his round backend, the black combat boots, gloves, hat, and even a full custom made plague doctor mask. How fitting, an emergency medic dressed head to toe as a blasphemous Plague Doctor. The gothic attire was one thing, but to now have a ferret scuttled up on his shoulder with a super worm in his chubby jowels and bat wings strapped to its back...they were quite the pair. Binkt had just refused to dress as a plague patient, he insisted on being a flappy sky puppy noodle.
Pink anime cupcakes, decorative wed comic danishes, cartoon inspired beverages, candy, and tons more; Lucid was in literal heaven, he didn’t know which to chose. A very..indecisive sweat was beginning to occur under his worn and torn looking black plague doctor mask. “Oh..TCH..Binkt..choose for me.”. Binkt would say ‘absolutely not’ with a wiggle of his hind end stashing himself and his superworm back into the overly large hood of the black trench coat.
He had prepared months in advance for this convention, and yet..here he stood..nervous about if his attire looked legit enough or if he’d chosen the correct quality. Would anyone know he was the SCP Plague Doctor? His one brown eye and his one blue were cast down now staring at the treats and using them as a deflection away from what really shouldn’t have been such a big deal. Gloved hands came up to check the strap of his shoulder slung bag full of props he had also made himself. Alchemy bottles and tools lined his leather doctor’s belt. “Stop it, Lucid, you’re overreacting” The Slavic man mumbled to himself and itched at the right side of his head, where his brown, white streaked hair snuck out from under his hat and around his mask. Lucid’s hair was naturally a light sandy brown, but because of a little lab accent that took place back home as a child..Lucid had dumped a batch of harsh chemicals over his head, leaving hunks without pigment to this day.
Lucid is a smaller male at five foot and seven inches and a lean athletic build. He is built more for technical thinking and high stamina. Definitely a runner with hips that he got from his Russian mother and often used to sway at any of the night clubs he ventured into. He tops out at 170 pounds and is not much of a fighter at all and has a perfect record.
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