"I will observe and keep this underwritten oath, to the utmost of my power and judgment."
Good afternoon. You're my next patient? Please, be seated. I'll tend to you shortly.
Try not to mind my appearance. They're traditional, of my kin in the home lands near the skies.
I guess they are a little unsettling. It's intended.
I'm just going to do a few basic examinations. Open your mouth wide. Let me hold your mouth. My claws aren't too sharp, I assure you. Mmhmm, fascinating.
I'll need to check your chest, hear your heartbeat. This might be cold for a moment. They always wince. Nothing abnormal so far.
Tell me more about the pains you felt.
No, don't be ridiculous. Depression isn't anything to dismiss. The brain is an organ. It can get sick as well.
Don't touch that.
Open your eyes. Look into the light. Follow it with your eyes, to the left, right, above, below. Good, good.
I believe your problem isn't physical. Not in the strictest sense. Mental, spiritual. A plague on your soul. My kin call it the Pulling Void.
I know, you feel bad. You want to end it all? Are you sure that's what you say?
I may have the perfect treatment for you, in that case.
"I will reverence my master who taught me the art."
Hecatos belongs to a species of humanoid, crow-like mammals known as Corvus Enca-Sapien. She hails from lands unknown, speaking of them fondly in rhetoric and anecdotes. Her species are an advanced race and such medical adepts believe that the mind and soul can also become ill as well. Hecatos is a general practitioner with a specialisation in 'plagues of the mind and soul', ailments such as mental illnesses and spiritual dissention. She's known as a Plague Doctor in this case.
The irony that humans also have plague doctors isn't lost on her. Whilst they had beaks to store fragrances to ward away the foul air, her mask is simply one of station and tradition. Black is a colour associated with death; doctors in her society must carefully tread over this line to ensure their patients are on the correct side of the line of life or death.
Controversially, her culture doesn't view assisted suicide or euthanasia a bad thing. Death is the next state in life. They don't believe in being reborn by any means but they have no particular fear of death and view it as a peaceful end. Even death in violence is merely a reflection of the struggle of life. It's all very poetic and romanticised.
She has come from her homelands to administer her talents as a doctor. To heal the sick, practice her medicine, sell her ointments and put tortured souls to rest. Though her kind's definition of what is suitable for her 'special treatments' are much different than ours, with less morals involved. It's not to say this is her only justification or a flimsy excuse to dispose of people.
Sometimes, she just wants others to feel the transition from one state to another, to satisfy hunger or even amusement. From life, to death. From outside of her, to inside.
"I will comport myself and use my knowledge in a godly manner."
Corvus Enca-Sapien are crow-like humanoids; crow anthropomorphs. They are sleek and slender, with feathers all down their body. These are black but shine with a very rich, dark violet in the light. Their eyes are black and their beaks are slender and long, shaped with a soft curve. They're fully capable of speech and all have an affinity to mimic any voice they can hear nearly perfectly, and are as intelligent as humans. They tend to covet curious items of interest and are fond of jewelry and other collectable items.
Their feathers stop just above their calf muscles and their legs bend like an avians do; their arms are like humans but they have small wings up their forearms that can be extended outwards to glide or cover some ground. Their fingers and toes resemble talons, though they have small fingerpads on the underside of their claws to allow them to grab and manipulate things, albeit a little less finesse than a human has. They're mammals with lighter bone structure and their females have breasts and human proportions. They breed regularly though females lay eggs when they ovulate instead of menstruate like humans.
Hecatos is bound in the trappings of a plague doctor. She wears long, black robes and a bodice that drapes down over her rear (and accentuates the curves on her front, of which she definitely doesn't lack). Parting down over her thighs leads to her legs; bare to the lower claw. Her mask is an ornate, stylised plague doctor's mask that has enough room for her to talk. It's a polished white, carved with intricate filigre on the beak. On her belt are various pouches with herbs, ointments and medical tools. Those that are too big to fit on her are stored away in a doctor's bag that she carries with her. She wears a hood and a brim hat on top to complete the look.
"Whatever, in the course of my practice, I may see or hear, if it be not proper to repeat it, I will keep sacred and secret within my own breast."
Hecatos is an intelligent doctor with knowledge of various illnesses, cures and treatments. She's smart, cunning and a little shrewd. She can come off as having a dry sense of humour; a certain level of being jaded is required for her line of work. Other than that, she has little else than a normal human doesn't. She has talons that can scratch and cut and wings that allow her to glide, as well as lighter bones. This also means she weighs consideraby less.
She's more inclined to pred but is easy to fall victim to other people. She is the type of predator to convince people or prey on the weak should they come to her for her trade. She's the type of prey to be overpowered and will fight to not be eaten but won't struggle too much when inside, as she accepts that death is inevitable.