Dr. Oliver Warlow

Of average height and lanky build, Dr. Oliver (as he prefers) has pale skin that turns pink easily when he's flustered and quick grey-blue eyes set in a face that points more towards kindness than handsomeness. He is far-sighted and has narrow gold glasses he hides in the upper pocket of his coat. His hair is strawberry-blonde and unmanageable, though he likes to try. He's usually seen in his white doctor's coat with simple black pants, vest, undershirt, and tie underneath. There is a ring on his right-hand ring finger of simple gold, leading some to assume he was married (he will gladly tell you he was not).

Oliver tends to be rather even-tempered, stemming from the many patients he has had to deal with during his six years of practice. It takes a great deal to anger him, but very little to embarrass him. He also has a sense of humor to him, though it's often subtle. He tends to have a nervous air about him in social situations, having developed the annoying habit of twitching his mouth in a sort of half-smile and shoving his hands in his coat pockets whenever addressed by someone he considers superior. It has not helped him to rise much within the hospital, but that's fine with him as he prefers working with the common people. With someone he knows well, he is attentive but often quiet, preferring to listen and only occasionally offer help or comment. On the rare occasion he is raised into passion, it's a little as if his bottled up emotions come pouring out in a flood of anger that will generally get him into some sort of trouble.

His abilities, as far as he is concerned, are entirely from his own studies during medical school. He is an excellent doctor, even though he unintentionally sabotages any chances of rising within the hospital.
What Oliver is far less willing to admit is that there is a certain heat rising in his hands (he doesn't feel it, only others do) that is beginning to become more than a little bothersome. It has always been there, but has recently been commented upon by a few of his patients, often with winces of discomfort. He wears gloves now in what he knows to be a vain hope of calming this problem.

Born and raised outside of Svalentia, he attended medical school and received his license to practice. Due to various circumstances, he came to Svalentia and wasted little time in acquiring a job at the hospital. He has never attempted to leave because he has always found his work to be rewarding, and has grown accustomed to the rolling blackouts and various other problems. Politics does not interest him in the slightest, and so he has only vaguely followed the debates of the day. Other than these things, his history is rather normal. He lives in a small flat by himself, neither in great poverty or great wealth.