Age: 27
Occupation: Cosmetic and Reconstructive Plastic Surgeon
Martial Status: Married
Family: No siblings, both parents confined to a nursing home for Alzheimer's patients.
Background Information:
Scarlet was born into a family of money. Both of her parents were practicing in the fields of medicine, her father a psychiatrist, her mother a cardiac surgeon. She spent most of her life abroad in Germany attending a boarding school for girls. Her relationship with her parents is more on an associate level than true family. They were always so busy with their lifestyles and she was usually in school or studying. She was a bright student, one of the best in her graduating class and even graduated a few years earlier than most students who pursue her choice of profession. Scarlet had a vision to make the world a more beautiful place, be it by undoing scars from accidents or creating unique expressions of art with flesh. Not many of her associates agree with her choices and her broad range of creative expression when it came to plastic surgery and the procedures. Scarlet wasn't afraid of the new and imaginative.
Once her parents both became ill, Scarlet tried to tend to them, to take care of them at home along with hired nurses and doctors. She doesn't like seeing her parents suffer in the ways that they are, but it was before the more recent developments and breakthroughs of modern Alzheimer's treatments, that her parents fell ill and now, they are too far gone to be helped much. Scarlet let her own life slip during this time. She was so full of stress she quit her job at the local hospital to stay home with her parents. Scarlet began to doubt her abilities to take care of them and as a lot of mortal beings, she started to abuse her own body by drinking heavily to cope with the stress of her surroundings. Her drinking quickly got out of hand and both parents were moved to a stable facility to spend the rest of their living days in.
Scarlet refused to get help for her drinking problem and her downward spiral continued for several years. One night however, after another drinking binge, Scarlet decided to drive herself home instead of listening to her friends who urged her to let a cab drive her. It began to rain heavily as Scarlet drove the back roads towards her house out in the countryside. It was late, dark, she was drunk, she couldn't see the deer that had wandered into the road in front of her. The car slammed into the deer and swerved along the road, crashing into a tree along the side. Scarlet was thrown from the car onto the ground, where she laid, unconscious, just as the deer she hit, lay near her, both dying.
It was during this severe moment of weakness that allowed for Omael to pass through, called by the passion, the anger, the sadness of Scarlet's soul. Omael's celestial body raced beyond the speed of thought from hell into a prison of flesh. Once Omael's body connected with Scarlet's, the wounds healed, the alcohol purged itself. And the creature stood, looking about the world and what it had become. Flooded with so many new memories not of her own, taking in Scarlet's thoughts, her knowledge, her passions, her pain. And then there was the deer that was dying. She watched as it's chest heaved up and down, labored for breath. Bright red blood oozing from it's nostrils and from shattered bones in it's abdomen. Omael lamented. She tried in vein to restore the creature to perfection, but her powers were not what she remembered. She was somehow limited inside this new form, unable to release her full potential. She sat with the animal until it breathed it's final lamented breath. Omael wept for it.
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