Doctor

-Town/Protective-

- Choose someone each night to heal, saving them from any attacks

- You can't protect from Arsonist burns

- You have one "self-heal" you can use to save yourself once.

"Well, at least all those years of law-school payed off." the young doctor told himself as he sat on his bed. He looked over to a picture of him, getting his degree in medical assistance.

He remembered the moment he visited this town. This town full of mass murders and mob hysteria. It all started on a gloomy April day.

He was on a business trip, selling certain medicines around the cities and towns, hoping for a chance to make cash. Sadly, the towns he visited weren't so forgiving, thinking his product was another "cheap marketing strategy."

The lonely medical assistor was low on cash, only barely earning enough money each day to buy a snack or sandwich. His luck soon changed as he stumbled his way into the "seemingly innocent" Town of Salem.

The man stepped foot onto the dirt roads, noticing the vast hills and shrubbery that surrounded the village. He looked around at the many individual houses, all aligned in circles, that all came to a center "circle."

"Maybe this will be the place?" the young doctor asked himself. As he rolled his wooden sales cart to a stop, he quickly set up shop.

His cart wasn't all that much. It was a huge wooden crate at the base with big painted words 'MIRACLE MEDICINE! ONLY $5!'. The top was held up with 4 wooden poles, and consisted of a banner saying 'Keeps you safe and away from colds'.

The first few hours were quite slow. He had made one sale… Woop Dee doo! At least $5 could buy him a candy bar. The second hour, 1 more… He can probably get a croissant now.

All of a sudden, sales started to increase. $10…$20…$30! That is more money made here than he made in all the towns he visited! He could afford to eat in a restaurant!

"Nice! First day, $50! That's a damned good record if I have ever had one!" he said to himself as the sun slowly set. He still didn't have a house, so he decided to set up camp.

In the outskirts of town, you would see a man in a tent. He wasn't a hobo, nor a bum. He was now a successful man that started his own business. Call him, an entrepreneur.

Gunshots were heard

It wasn't a strange sound to him. He had heard many deaths from guns in the towns he had visited. He decided that he shouldn't get involved.

Shrieks…

The sound of a woman screaming was heard, as well as the sound of a sharp knife. It sounded like the apocalypse down there! He still felt reluctant, so he just turned his back to the opening of his tent, laying his pillow on his head.

Crackling and burning

That was when he got up. These sounds were calling him to action. He couldn't let these innocent men and women die to arsonist burns, serial killer slices and mafia shootings. He had to help somehow.

His biggest strength, he could heal almost any wound. cuts, scrapes, gunshot, he had memorized all the procedures from medical school. He knew he could handle them, but he only had the one set, he would have to choose wisely.

In the darkness of the night, with only a flashlight to aid his eyesight, he traveled across the town, healing anybodies wounds, saving them from death. The only problem, however, were Arsonists.

He had to admit, in medical school, he started getting bored the closer it got to graduation, the medical teacher was teaching about healing burns, but he dozed off. If he ever saw a house burned to a crisp, he would quietly chastise himself on his recklessness.

And that is the story. He lived happily ever after and continuously healed people in the town for the rest of his life. He even got a house…

Except things were far from over…

"WITCHCRAFT!" called out a mad and concerned mayor. His fingers pointed directly at the poor doctor. He had accused the man of witchcraft, saying his healing techniques were highly illogical.

He ordered the town to destroy his home, banishing him from the town. The farewell he was given was one of hatred and madness. He thought he was gifted with a normal life in this town, but of course he couldn't have had one.

That night, the doctor heard clear screams and gunshots from the direction of the mayor's house… But that night, he did no healing, he wasn't 'allowed to' anyways, quote the mayor.

With the mayor dead, the disgraced and upset man spat on the mayor's grave, kicking the dirt, hoping the evil man went to hell. It was quite unruly, that someone would accuse someone of something bad for no clear reason.

Although the election of the new mayor was coming up, he continued to secretly heal the innocent people of Salem, this time wearing a thick black coat so he wouldn't be seen.

And this brings us to today, the doctor has been living in Salem for 3 years now. He has been healing everyone for quite some time, getting little to no recognition.

The man had decided to stay home that night, feeling that it was best that he stopped once in a while to overcome stress. It was a good thing he did that, though, because little did he know, someone had plans with him.

He started to feel faint, not only the sound of a gunshot so close to his head feel so ear piercing, but the fact that he was receiving the shot. It was a clear shot to the chest, he grunted in pain. "Damn...That hurts…" he said to himself as he fell to his knees.

The two men smirked and slowly walked out of his tent. Leaving the poor man to die… Except, they made a fatal mistake, as the doctor had a trick up his sleeve.

For years since living in the town, the doctor has been working on a device, a device able to heal oneself. It was still a prototype, and he only had one use of it since the crystal used to power it was a very rare one, but it was his only choice.

With the last of his strength, he lifted the pad to his chest, letting the machine retrieve the bullet from his stomach, and soon, the doctor was well again. As he performed stitches on himself, something that was very hard to do with the lack of anesthetics, he was well again, and went to his bed again.

Sorry mafia, you picked the wrong time…

-Created by Qmanthegamer

Second chapter done! For every two Town of Salem chapters, I shall be posting one Banjo Kazooie chapter, so you know what that means…

The next chapter of "A Bear and a Bird" shall be coming today! Aren't you excited?!

Now, what I think about the doctor:

This role is a bit bland but still fun to play as overall. The doctor is pretty important, so I think you should give him some credit. The doctor is kinda helpless, however, if you have no self-heals, so unless you have the "Doc-BG combo!" then you are probs screwed as the doctor is a major threat to bad guys!

Also, I'm having a little contest after the series is over… It has to do with… Order...

So let's see what is next!... Well at least it's not a prostitute...