Wilson Pink

"There is a reason why there are two snakes on the caduceus; Even venom can be used to save lives."

"There comes a time when every combat surgeon will meet death. A ghostly figure, striding a field of corpses, come to earth to be closer to those who serve her. Rare is the one who can see her, rarer still the surgeon who could actually speak to her. Yet death persists. Still, she roams across battlefields, searching for the one whom she could talk to. To impart otherworldly wisdom, to honour a devoted son. Or to simply laugh at another feeble attempt to hold her back from claiming another soul. What do you expect? Would you argue with Death?"

PROFILE;
Name - Wilson Pink;

Age - 19 years;

Gender - Male;

Race - Human;

Height/Weight - 5'9/109 kilos;

Hair/eyes - Black, cut close to skull with a short fringe/Pink;

Complexion - healthy/tan;

Likes - Puns, wordplay;

Dislikes - Crowds, unreasonable people;

Affiliation - Haven Academy;

Team - TULP;

Partner - Ulster McGraves;

Skills - Combat Surgeon, Close Combat Specialist, Wilderness Survival;

Family - Alive;

APPEARANCE;
Wilson Pink is a cannonball; from a distance, harmless. Up close, Iron. It is easy to think him slow, yet his size belies his grace and hides the power he possesses.

His choice of attire further contributes to the image of a cannonball; fatigues, trousers, and boots in varying shades of blue and grey. The only splash of colour is his pink eyes and the white caduceus stuck on his right shoulder, a souvenir of his time in the Atlesian army.

PERSONALITY;
To say Wilson Pink does not care would be to oversimplify things. Wilson does care, but caring is not the same as ability. What he does is not think about the things he can't do, instead working with the hand he has been dealt in any situation. Where others would try to strive for the best result, Wilson Pink aims for what is best, after which he would spend a week beating himself up over his shortcomings and preparing for the next battle.

It is a lonely way to fight, and Wilson is nothing if not lonely. Being one of the few specialised medics in two hunter academies, Wilson is usually stuck in the rear, treating casualties. Which isn't as cushy a job as most would like to think, after all, predators pursue the weak and injured. And Wilson is expected to ensure the health and safety of all his patients. An understaffed army of one, Wilson is most of the time the only reason hunters or soldiers get home alive. It is a solitary battle with pyrrhic victories, recognised only by the dead or unconscious. A far cry from the glory and camaraderie that often characterizes the frontline.

Limited by a single pair of hands, Wilson has learnt to take things one step at a time. If he could only save one person, then he will save the hell out of that one patient. Those he can't save, he avenges with the same degree of precision with which he operates on the injured. He cuts a desolate figure, looking for either the next casualty to save or the next victim for his vengeance, and with few to share his responsibility, it is a fear of Wilson's that the resulting pressure would soon claim his sanity. Already he has begun to catch glimpses of a woman, fashionably dressed, leading souls to a faraway light, snatching them from his hands with a careless smile and a soulless wink. It seems as if madness has staked its claim, and is claiming its prize, piece by satisfying piece.

Ever a myth, never a hero. Wilson Pink is losing himself to the bloody demands of blood and battle, but does it really matter? After all, no one else cares, so why should he?

WEAPONS AND ABILITIES;
Weaponry/equipment -

As a medic, Wilson wields no firearm. Instead, he carries a specially designed harness that holds his medical supplies. A streamlined load that is focused on keeping a casualty alive until comprehensive treatment could be procured.

As a hunter, Wilson wields a number of boomerangs.Two bladed versions for close combat, and two explosive variants. He is able to create a blue version from his own aura, a result of his semblance, which could drain an opponent's body temperature. In a pinch, he can create white boomerangs which only possesses a concussive effect. Similar to taking a heavy punch.

Abilities -

In the Atlesian military, The medical corps is considered an unofficial 'elite' military branch. In terms of training, the Medical Corps is second only to other elite branches such as the 'SPEAR' or the Atlas Rangers.

In terms of Hand-To-Hand combat, they are second to none.

This is due to the fact that Medics are not allowed to carry weapons larger than a sidearm at best. Despite the restriction, Medics are still expected to give their lives to protect their patients. Thus, extensive martial arts training is implemented as a compromise. In addition to the relevant medical training recruits to the corps are expected to excel at.

Over two years of compulsory National Service, Wilson had also been attached to a number of active military units and has experienced combat through all of them. It is from these units that he also acquired enough survival knowledge and expertise to be considered competent in such matters.

Semblance;

Wilson's semblance is the ability to rapidly drain the temperature of an opponent or the ambient surroundings. This is commonly done by Wilson creating blue boomerangs which, when thrown, will cause the temperature of whatever it hits to drop fast enough so that the transfer of heat energy out to the surrounding area could knock out an unfortunate target. It is said that Wilson used to be able to do the exact opposite, but it is an ability he has lost growing up.

Additionally, his semblance allows Wilson a manner of infrared vision.

Aura Catalyst;

Like his semblance, Aura Catalyst is something that runs in his family. It is a fighting style/discipline that is aimed towards increasing Aura sensitivity by blending one's innate aura with the aura of the environment, which would turn one into a conduit through which Aura can be channelled. Or manipulated. A superconducting loop that could nullify Aura based attacks or recycle one's aura, and when done right, disable an opponent's semblance in the middle of battle.

At his level, Wilson is able to;
 * Fluidly Predict and match an opponent's attacks, turning their techniques against them;
 * Repel physical attacks by hardening his aura at the point of impact;
 * Paralyse an opponent by blending, then dominating an opponent's Aura with his own;
 * Disable temporarily an opponent's semblance by shorting out an opponent's Aura. This would, however, disable his own semblance as well;