I am Dr. Muraki Kazutaka, a respectable and
famous physician primarily based in Tokyo, although I have been known to temporarily relocate from time to time depending on the requirements of my profession. My specialty is surgery; I have done heart transplants, for example. But I am not above prescribing for lesser ills should a patient request my services. As a doctor, I am of course beholden to aid anyone in need.
I am also interested in medical challenges; my family, which has a long line of
famous doctors, has a history of running across the most interesting cases. In fact, my own particular case has even led to - dare I say it? - an...infatuation, of sorts, with the most
exquisite patient that I have ever had the good fortune to meet. (Beloved, I hope you don't mind me mentioning you here ;) ) Alas, I have yet to discover the fascinating secrets with which my desire continuously taunts me. Still, I persist.
The icon there to your left is a reasonably sufficient likeness of myself; I have been (often) told that I am quite pleasing to look at, and if I do say so myself I must agree.
In my personal time I enjoy wine-tasting, dining at my friend mibu_oriya_san
's restaurant, sensual sakura nights, exploring the mysticism and magic of the occult, and collecting antique dolls. My two favourites are a petite blonde lady from my childhood, and an adorable green-eyed child I found late one night while taking a stroll upon some ancient family grounds. Unfortunately, this doll has a rather distressing tendency to exhibit a few 'cracks' in its otherwise fetching demeanour, but as I am also an expert artisan I am steadily undertaking an extreme rehabilitation effort, so I expect that one day soon the problem shall be remedied once and for all.
Now...angst. I suppose on the surface one might think that I have nothing to angst about, but let me assure you, all is not as it seems. You see, my life, while eventful and interesting, has been unfortunately plagued by tragedy ever since I was a child. My mother...suffered from constant mental anguish. My father was an adulterer, and compounded my mother's and my misery by later bringing home the
fruit of his affair and expecting us to assimilate said fruit into the family. Why, I don't know, but I did try to get along with
the bastard the demonspawn
he who shall not be named evil twisted scumbag
Saki, for a while at first, anyway, if only because I desired to please my parents (even if one of them had whored around). Sadly, Saki did not feel any such inkling of family solidarity, and in fact, he plotted and executed the murders of both my parents when I was but a teenager. He almost killed me as well, but a loyal servant intervened and
shot that worthless sonofabitch piece of
rescued me in time...though to this day I'm still not certain whether or not I am entirely grateful for that as by rights, I should have been the one to avenge my poor dead family.
However, because of my...shall we say, unique talents...I have plans in place to resurrect
that miserable lowlife sack of dung-licking spawn
smash maim slaughter shred tear apart his worthless steaming hide DO YOU HEAR ME SAKI YOU MOTHERFUCKING HELLSPAWN?!?!
deal with the matter, most assuredly, even though of late I have suffered a few minor setbacks. (I just need a little 'help' from my darling beloved to do it, is all. ;) )
Other angst-sources include a dear female 'friend' who suffers from an apparently as-yet incurable disorder, whom I have promised to help, the tending of my prized doll collection (dust is something of a bother when you have as extensive a collection as I do), and any sort of occasional and unwarranted rude treatment that my beloved reserves for me whenever we meet. (Don't worry, Tsuzuki-san, I still love you! And I haven't forgotten that I still owe you those roses. :) ) Oh, and whenever mibu_oriya_san
nags me about the few bad habits I do have
like tracking blood in on the floor
but then, that's what best friends are for. ;)
I look forward to the entertainment and information this group has to offer...