Civil War Aftermath OOC #4

[The Good Doctor]

4 minutes ago, ColonelKillaBee said:

we already got most of this done so.

We’ve had most of it done for like half a year.  

Dangit. Post on last page.

Edited August 21, 2019 by The Good Doctor

[The Good Doctor]

5 minutes ago, Centurion said:

Then I just sit there and am scrapped for ideas when it comes to Matt and Patton

I bet more will come to you for Matt as the fighting heats up and BoS troops are never short on things to do.

Patton might be the most free character in the RP, though. Sky’s the limit for him. 

[ColonelKillaBee]

5 minutes ago, The Good Doctor said:

We’ve had most of it done for like half a year.  

Dangit. Post on last page.

Nigga stop snitchin  

[The Good Doctor]

1 minute ago, ColonelKillaBee said:

Nigga stop snitchin  

I think everyone knows we haven’t posted in a while. Because of the lack of posts.  

[ColonelKillaBee]

7 minutes ago, The Good Doctor said:

I think everyone knows we haven’t posted in a while. Because of the lack of posts.  

Coulda started speedwriting recently tho Nigga

[The Good Doctor]

9 minutes ago, ColonelKillaBee said:

Coulda started speedwriting recently tho Nigga

You and me? Speedwriting? Good one.  

But if you wanna give it a try, free to kick us off any time Nigga

[ColonelKillaBee]

5 minutes ago, The Good Doctor said:

You and me? Speedwriting? Good one.  

But if you wanna give it a try, free to kick us off any time Nigga

Nigga it’s your post

 

[The Good Doctor]

1 minute ago, ColonelKillaBee said:

Nigga it’s your post

And you're up next.

[The Good Doctor]

Hey @BigBossBalrog, I know ya lost your CSes when we moved to the new site. Well, I went digging and found these super old versions for ya. In case you want something to put on the CS page.

Lorgar

Name: Lorgar Grim-maw (Also Known as the “Darkened Archer” or “The Grimm Archer” among the stormcloak army )

Gender: Male

Age: 55 (Looks like he’s in his late 30’s or early 40’s)

Race: Nord  (Skaal) (Is also described to have “un-human” strength and speed, also he has advanced regeneration and very accurate eye sight)

Faction: Imperial Legion (Sixth Legion, V Cohort)

Rank: Prefect  

Sub Rank: Specialist

Appearance: Tall, Medium Build (Grew thinner when he was in Falkreath by himself) , very pale skin , dark brown hair, finely trimmed dark-brown beard,  right face heavily scarred, eye patch covers right eye. He has distinctive “fang-like” teeth.

Equipment (Weapons, armor, etc) : Wears a custom made long-coat made from high quality fabric, along with a pitch-black cloak and hood, that bears a symbol of a purple wolf with broken fangs. He wears dark-leather gloves and leather boots.  Whenever he puts up his hood, an unnatural darkness cloaks his face.  He bears a large ebony great bow, along with custom-made ebony tipped arrows.  He also carries two large ebony knives that he keeps strapped to his legs. Always carries two vials of sand-scorpion venom with him (Imported from Hammerfell). Wears a unique silver ring, that has a wolf carved on it with two amethyst eyes.

Personality:  Lorgar is an enigma among the imperial legion. Ever since he returned from Falkreath several months ago, he’s been quite different. He rarely, if ever, speaks. And when he does, it’s in a cold and dark tone, a far cry from the cheerful and talkative officer that was deployed to Skyrim in the first place.  He’s also gotten more and more vicious and pragmatic, willingly to use any method able to complete the mission. He has no more qualms with hurting civilians or expending soldiers.  When he speaks to nobles and politicians, while remaining courtesy, always uses a voice dripping with absolute venom.  

Background/History: Lorgar’s months spent in Falkreath alone, facing against the entire stormcloak force, are virtually unknown to everyone, except Lorgar and General Marius, whom he confided in. After returning to Cyrdoli, Lorgar was court marshalled by High General Titus for “cowardice” and the destruction of his cohort. After a few weeks of debate, Lorgar was found guilty of all charges. He was publicly stripped of his rank of Legate, and the IX Cohort was officially disbanded and left in dishonour. He was given the rank of Prefect and specialist, and then re-assigned to the V Cohort of the Sixth Legion, under General Marius’s command. As afforded by his rank of specialist, he usually operates alone for weeks or even months at a time, doing operations that require stealth, such as scouting enemy territory or assassination.  His most notable operations were the uncovering and complete destruction of a stormcloak sympathetic cell in Bruma, and the assassination of a bandit chief, under orders from High-King Ulfric to cause as much chaos as possible in Cydodili.  When the legion finally reached the mountain line separating Cyrdoili from Skyrim, Lorgar was deployed as a messenger to King Ulfric, in an attempt to give him one last chance to surrender Skyrim back to the empire.

Motives: Virtually unknown to everyone.

Skills: Archery: Is un-matched with the great-bow, able to snipe a target from 200 yards.  Likes to coat his ebony tipped arrows in scorpion poison.

One-handed: Is deadly with his two ebony knives.

Sneak: Can remain completely un-detected in darkness, while able to move around un-noticed in the day light.

Light Armour: Utilizes a custom-made long coat made from high quality fabric, and  dark leather under-guard

Miscellaneous: Doesn’t really spend anytime off, and is considered a work-alcoholic by his comrades. Rarely smile’s, and when does, it’s always in a mocking style. Enjoys reading a good deal, while only a rumour, a legionary claimed to see him reading an “romantic” novel labelled “The general and her maid”, (YURI YURI YURI) when questioned by a few soldiers, he claimed it to be “none of there business to what he reads, and hypothetical if he was reading a novel like that, he would be reading it for the story, not for any other reasons”.  An attempt to sneak into his tent to confirm this ended with a broken leg and arm. Doesn’t enjoy ale, and when he drinks alcoholic beverages (Which is  rare) he drinks mead and wine.

[ColonelKillaBee]

Where’d you dig it up from?

[The Good Doctor]

Dales

Name: Dales Motierre

Race: Breton

Gender: Female

Rank: Imperial Princess, High Inquisitor

Age: 20 (Looks like she's 16 or 17 )

Physical appearance: Blue eyes, Blonde Hair, small build and small height. 

Clothing: Almost always wears a frilly dress of various colors. During the night, or AHEM "Cuddle hour" as she calls it, she wears a purple or pink nightgown.

Equipment: Bear's a dark steel dagger.

Personality: Very outgoing and very sweet. She's the type of person who's laugh and smile could cheer up an infirmary. Despite her age, she has the personality of a child, constantly hugging and wanting to "cuddle up" with things. Doesn't  care about social class, and usually socializes with servants and common soldiers  , when pressed however, she can be hateful, wrathful, and cynical.

Powers and abilities: Skilled in Alteration, Destruction and illusion magics. Regularly, she's adept in these magics, as well as physically fit due to Witchie's augmentation. However,  when manifesting her inner rage and hatred, her power is magnified by large Margin, gaining super human speed and strength, as well as her magical power being increased. 

Background/History: Was born to the very rich Elder councilor, Amaund Moitre and his wife, Mithra Moitre. She grew up in the family mansion in anvil along with her two older brothers, Amaund and Brull. They would often bully her, often times physically, which her father encouraged saying it "showed her, her place", despite this, she grew into a cheerful, happy girl.  She studied with the Synod for several years, and she became adept in the fields of Illusion and Allteration.  She maintained a long-term "snuggle-buddy" relationship with her Maid, Elan, for eight years. During her years in the imperial palace, she would often cry herself to sleep in Elan's arms. When her father "requested" her to become the High inquistor, she didn't really care, all she did was sign documents and all that.  With the Murder of Elan, she's grown to absolutely hate the dominion.

[BigBossBalrog]

1 minute ago, The Good Doctor said:

Hey @BigBossBalrog, I know ya lost your CSes when we moved to the new site. Well, I went digging and found these super old versions for ya. In case you want something to put on the CS page.

Lorgar

 

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Name: Lorgar Grim-maw (Also Known as the “Darkened Archer” or “The Grimm Archer” among the stormcloak army )

Gender: Male

Age: 55 (Looks like he’s in his late 30’s or early 40’s)

Race: Nord  (Skaal) (Is also described to have “un-human” strength and speed, also he has advanced regeneration and very accurate eye sight)

Faction: Imperial Legion (Sixth Legion, V Cohort)

Rank: Prefect  

Sub Rank: Specialist

Appearance: Tall, Medium Build (Grew thinner when he was in Falkreath by himself) , very pale skin , dark brown hair, finely trimmed dark-brown beard,  right face heavily scarred, eye patch covers right eye. He has distinctive “fang-like” teeth.

Equipment (Weapons, armor, etc) : Wears a custom made long-coat made from high quality fabric, along with a pitch-black cloak and hood, that bears a symbol of a purple wolf with broken fangs. He wears dark-leather gloves and leather boots.  Whenever he puts up his hood, an unnatural darkness cloaks his face.  He bears a large ebony great bow, along with custom-made ebony tipped arrows.  He also carries two large ebony knives that he keeps strapped to his legs. Always carries two vials of sand-scorpion venom with him (Imported from Hammerfell). Wears a unique silver ring, that has a wolf carved on it with two amethyst eyes.

Personality:  Lorgar is an enigma among the imperial legion. Ever since he returned from Falkreath several months ago, he’s been quite different. He rarely, if ever, speaks. And when he does, it’s in a cold and dark tone, a far cry from the cheerful and talkative officer that was deployed to Skyrim in the first place.  He’s also gotten more and more vicious and pragmatic, willingly to use any method able to complete the mission. He has no more qualms with hurting civilians or expending soldiers.  When he speaks to nobles and politicians, while remaining courtesy, always uses a voice dripping with absolute venom.  

Background/History: Lorgar’s months spent in Falkreath alone, facing against the entire stormcloak force, are virtually unknown to everyone, except Lorgar and General Marius, whom he confided in. After returning to Cyrdoli, Lorgar was court marshalled by High General Titus for “cowardice” and the destruction of his cohort. After a few weeks of debate, Lorgar was found guilty of all charges. He was publicly stripped of his rank of Legate, and the IX Cohort was officially disbanded and left in dishonour. He was given the rank of Prefect and specialist, and then re-assigned to the V Cohort of the Sixth Legion, under General Marius’s command. As afforded by his rank of specialist, he usually operates alone for weeks or even months at a time, doing operations that require stealth, such as scouting enemy territory or assassination.  His most notable operations were the uncovering and complete destruction of a stormcloak sympathetic cell in Bruma, and the assassination of a bandit chief, under orders from High-King Ulfric to cause as much chaos as possible in Cydodili.  When the legion finally reached the mountain line separating Cyrdoili from Skyrim, Lorgar was deployed as a messenger to King Ulfric, in an attempt to give him one last chance to surrender Skyrim back to the empire.

Motives: Virtually unknown to everyone.

Skills: Archery: Is un-matched with the great-bow, able to snipe a target from 200 yards.  Likes to coat his ebony tipped arrows in scorpion poison.

One-handed: Is deadly with his two ebony knives.

Sneak: Can remain completely un-detected in darkness, while able to move around un-noticed in the day light.

Light Armour: Utilizes a custom-made long coat made from high quality fabric, and  dark leather under-guard

Miscellaneous: Doesn’t really spend anytime off, and is considered a work-alcoholic by his comrades. Rarely smile’s, and when does, it’s always in a mocking style. Enjoys reading a good deal, while only a rumour, a legionary claimed to see him reading an “romantic” novel labelled “The general and her maid”, (YURI YURI YURI) when questioned by a few soldiers, he claimed it to be “none of there business to what he reads, and hypothetical if he was reading a novel like that, he would be reading it for the story, not for any other reasons”.  An attempt to sneak into his tent to confirm this ended with a broken leg and arm. Doesn’t enjoy ale, and when he drinks alcoholic beverages (Which is  rare) he drinks mead and wine.

Oh yes this pleases me. 

[The Good Doctor]

Just now, ColonelKillaBee said:

Where’d you dig it up from?

Ready for a blast from the past?  

http://forums.bethsoft.com/forum/31-tes-community-creations/

[BigBossBalrog]

I was planning to rewrite both of them, but I lost there CS from Tes alliance. I'll rebuild them using the olllllldddd versions, thanks Doc!

[The Good Doctor]

Bonus: Do'jhul

 

Name: Do'jhul
Gender: Male
Race: Khajiit - Sub-species: Cathay-raht
Age: 33

Faction: Wolf Pack
Rank: Second Lieutenant

Appearance: Do'jhul stands at 7 feet and 4 inches tall. Due to him being a Cathay-raht, Do'jhul's musculature is heavy and compact. He has your typical feline facial features. His fur is thick and is light brown with black spots. The color of his eyes are violet. Do'jhul also has a gold earring on each of his ears and has long scar that starts at the top of his left eye and goes all the way to his jaw line.

Equipment: Do'jhul wears the Wolf Pack's signature Imperial armor with a full wolf pelt, that adds protection and a intimidation factor. For defense, Do'jhul uses a custom sized steel shield. For offensive capabilities, Do'jhul's primary weapon is a Nordic steel/quicksilver longsword. For secondary weapons, Do'jhul also has a steel dagger and finally, he has his claws; which he can use with deadly efficiency.

Personality: Do'jhul for a big guy, is pretty soft spoken, though his voice has a deep guttural tone. Not many things surprise him all that much either. As a Legionnaire, Do'jhul feels a sense of responsibility to protect his fellow comrades-in-arms. He is very calculating and tactical, and never rushes into combat out of fury or bloodlust. He is very helpful to anybody who needs it and is thoughtful towards his fellow Legionnaires. At all times, he has a cool demeanor and relaxed gaze, which makes him seems he never takes anything too seriously.

History: Born in Riverhold, Elsweyr a couple of years before the Great War, Do'jhul didn't have to experience the horror of that time. Do'jhul was born to a fairly well off family in the nicer side of the city. During his most of his childhood, Do'jhul trained and practiced the Khajiiti martial art, Whispering Fang under the tutelage of his grandfather; who was a master in that particular Khajiit fighting style.

At the age of 20, Do'jhul decided to move to Cyrodiil and get away from the comfort of Elsweyr. He eventually settled down in Chorrol and at the age of 21, enlisted in the Imperial Legion. Over the years he was stationed in numerous outposts in the Empire's remaining provinces. He also took part in many skirmishes, but nothing too big. By the time he was 30, Do'jhul had been in the Legion for 9 years and counting.

In 4E 199, Jo'dhul was stationed in Skyrim; in the Hold of Falkreath. During that time, he fought in many skirmishes against the Stormcloaks. Caravan raids, fort battles, you name it.

In months of the Stormcloak's victory against the Empire, Do'jhul joined the counter offensive of the Legion's remaining forces, the Wolf Pack.

Motives: Even though Do'jhul is apart of the Legion, he doesn't necessarily hate the Stormcloaks. To him, he is just doing his duty.

Skills:
One-Handed
Block
Light Armor
Unarmed
Sneak (Due to him being a Khajiit)
Athletics
Acrobatics

[The Good Doctor]

Bonus: Dalk

Name: Dalk Real Name: Almon Valtieri



Race: Breton/Bosmer



Gender: Male



Age: 30



Height: 5'10



Weight: 160 lbs



Hair Color: Dark brown



Physical Appearance: Due to a lifetime of training to become a Nightblade, Dalk's body is in peak physical condition, though unlike other warriors he is lean and cut, not huge and bulky. His facial features features are normal for a Breton, though some of the Mer physical traits are little more pronounced than normal. One of his unique facial traits is his almond shaped eyes, which is more common in Mer and very rare in Humans, even for Bretons. The second unique characteristic about his eyes is their color. His eyes are jet black, which is a common eye color for Bosmer, which suggests that one of his parents was a Bosmer. Finally, Dalk has a tattoo of a crescent moon with a dagger next to it and under the symbol is the Ayleid symbol for #1.



Faction: The Order



Skills:

One-Handed

Light Armor

Sneak

Illusion

Alteration

Destruction

Alchemy

Archery



Clothing/Armor: Nightblade Armor



Weapons: 1) Exquisite Steel Longsword, 2) Exquisite Steel Dagger, 3) 10 Throwing Daggers, and 4) Orcish Bow and 10 Steel arrows, 10 Silver arrows, 10 Light Enchanted Arrows (used like flares to alert and/or call for backup), 5 Fire Enchanted arrows, and 5 Frost Enchanted arrows



Misc Items: Pendant of a crescent moon and a dagger, pouch of 1000 gold, and a flask of a mysterious elixir, (the elixir, once drunk gives the drinker extraordinary abilities like, increased strength, speed, reaction time, and endurance. Its effects wear off after a few minutes and once it does, the drinker slips into unconsciousness).



Personality: When it comes to his personality, it seems that on the outside Dalk doesn't have one. Since his early childhood, Dalk was trained to hide normal emotions like, fear, hate, anger, love, sadness, anxiety, happiness, humor, and other emotions; but on the inside, he is sad and lonely. When he speaks, there is no sense of emotion behind his words. When it comes to the political, social, and economical state of Tamriel, Dalk views it as just another cycle in the waxing and waning of powers.



History: Dalk or Almon Valtieri, was born in some remote mountain valley in High Rock. In the depths of that valley, was the location and headquarters of The Order. A mysterious organization, who's motives are known only to its most high ranking members. One thing it was known for was breeding the ultimate arcane shadow warriors or Nightblades. It was here that Almon learned the ways of magic, stealth, and killing.



During a span of 18 years, Almon did nothing but train, train, and train some more. It seemed that at first that was all his life made for, but once he turned 18, he graduated training and was given his tattoo, armor, weapons and a flask of a mysterious elixir. From then on, he was an official Nightblade, in service to the organization.



For 6 years, Almon gained a reputation as the most deadly Nightblade within The Order. In honor of that reputation, the Ayleid symbol for #1 was tattooed under the initial one. From then on, he only was given assignments of the greatest difficulty and importance. It was within those six years that he met Do'jhul during a mission to assassinate a Legion general. Do'jhul saved Almon from falling over a cliff face and it was at that moment that Almon finally found someone who genuinely befriended him.



For 6 more years, Almon and Do'jhul kept in touch with one another through letters. Also during that time, Almon earned the named Dalk, which in the ancient tongue means “Dagger”, for his deadly and sinister reputation.



For 12 years Almon has been a loyal Nightblade to The Order. Though recently assignments and missions have become increasingly rare due to the unrest in Tamriel. Almon finally caught a break when he received a letter from his best friend Do'jhul asking him to come to Skyrim and help him out......

[The Good Doctor]

We also kept Emperor Charles in the thread but scratched out his name.  

[BigBossBalrog]

Just now, The Good Doctor said:

We also kept Emperor Charles in the thread but scratched out his name.  

I forgot about him  Wasn't he a legit Thalmor supporter? 

[The Good Doctor]

Bonus: Reval  

Name: Reval Tordyn 

Gender: Male

Age: 43

Race: Dunmer

Faction: Stormcloak Fort Amol Garrison

Rank: Gray Snowstorm (AKA around Snow-Hammer Rank)

Appearance: Reval has medium sized black hair, some black stubble, a scar on his left eye from a fight with an Imperial Soldier, and with a sort of scowl on his face. Muscular build and around 5'6''.

Equipment (Weapons, armor, etc) : Reval wields a spell of conjure Dremora Lord on his left hand and an Ebony War Axe he called Tower Slasher enchanted with fiery soul trap. His armor is Bonemold boots and gloves, Ebony armor, and a Stormcloak Officer Helm on his head. He also wears a ring on his hand that belonged to his father and a necklace that belonged to his mother

Personality: Reval is a gruff Dunmer. He has seen many things over the years and as a result he knows a bit about the environment. He may not show it but he cares about his companions and will be willing to fight to the death for them, although he may not show it at first. He is normally calm, but during battle, he unleashed his anger and fights with all his power while swearing to various Daedric Princes.

Background/History: Reval was born in the city of Blacklight to a Redoran Guard and an apprentice to a Telvanni master. Revel trained with his father by day, learning all sorts of battle moves as a result of his father's elite training. By night, he learned secrets of magic from his mother, who was beginning to learn many new spells from her Telvanni master. Reval trained for many years, learning both the art of a warrior and mage. Reval one day hoped to become one of the Redoran Guard and hopefully save a councilor, or even surpass as Telvanni master at magic. His father granted him a ring that he said would one day lead him to greatness while his mother gave him an amulet which would protect him from even the most dangerous foes. 

Unfortunately this was not to be the case. On his 24th birthday, a guard informed his father in his home that a group of Imperial soldiers was harassing a group of people. Reval was just as confused as his father at why a group of Imperials would be in Morrowind considering Morrowind was independent and the Dunmer had no love of the Empire. Reval secretly accompanied his father to see what was going on and saw a group of 5 Imperials harassing a group of Telvanni wizards. Reval was shocked to see that his mother was among the group

Reval's father ran to stop the Imperials, who were threatening the Dunmer in order to give them some spells and all their money which they claimed was compensation for Morrowind's independence. Reval's father yelled at the Imperials to leave. The Imperial officer simply laughed and said that Reval's father should go or he would suffer a most unfortunate fate. Reval's father was angered by this and charged at the officer. Unfortunately, the captain ordered the execution of all the Dunmer and Reval's father. Before he could react, Reval saw his mother slain before his very eyes and his father become overwhelmed by so many Imperials. 

The officer laughed and said, "Now one little Dunmer to get rid of." Reval was shocked at what he just saw, but he had a rage unlike anything he had ever seen before. Grabbing his father's axe, he slew the Imperials without a second thought. Upon fighting the officer, Reval fought as hard as he could, eventually killing the officer, but not before receiving a sizeable scar on his face. Reval informed the guards at what had just happened, where the bodies of his mother and father were given their last rites and cremated as is Dunmer tradition. 

Reval's hatred of the Empire grew to no end. He would keep his father's axe and ring, and his mother's necklace to inform himself of what the Empire took away from him. He hoped one day he would get the chance to hurt the Empire. He got his chance.

One day, Reval heard that Skyrim was in a civil war against the Empire. Seeing his chance, he took a boat and journeyed to Windhelm, where he met Ulfric Stormcloak himself and pledged himself to the Stormcloak cause. At first, Reval joined simply to hurt the Empire but upon seeing how his fellow Stormcloaks fought and how proud the Nord people were of their traditions, along with the history of the Nords, Reval no longer fought simply for his hatred but now to ensure that Skyrim could become a proud and free country like Morrowind did. Reval was never more proud than he was to have participated during the Battle for Solitude where the Stormcloaks finally won. His hatred sated, Reval decided to stay in Skyrim to ensure that he could watch this proud nation become great. His ferocity earned him the name of "Gray Avalanche' from his fellow Stormcloaks. However, deep in his mind, he knows the Empire isn't completely finished yet but he will be ready. He will make sure the Empire doesn't take away anything else from him or the Nords.

Motives: Reval despises the Empire like any Morrowind Dunmer, but he has a particular hatred for it due to the murder of his mother and father by Imperial soldiers. Reval fights to ensure the Empire is hurt, but now fights for Skyrim itself so it can become a proud nation and to prevent the Empire from harming Skyrim or anyone else
Skills Reval is excellent at using one handed weapons. He is proficient in both heavy and light armor, although he prefers heavy. He is a master of destruction, conjuration, and restoration magic.

[The Good Doctor]

2 minutes ago, BigBossBalrog said:

I forgot about him  Wasn't he a legit Thalmor supporter? 

Yes, he was an odd one. 

[TheCzarsHussar]

@BigBossBalrog Nick called Dales, Dale Gribble, this is canon now.

Edited September 12, 2019 by TheCzarsHussar

[The Good Doctor]

2 minutes ago, TheCzarsHussar said:

@BigBossBalrogDales Nick called Dales, Dale Gribble, this is canon now.

For any of you morons who don’t already know, a gribble /ˈgɹɪbəl/ (or gribble worm[2]) is any of about 56 species of marine isopod from the family Limnoriidae. They are mostly pale white and small (1–4 millimetres or 0.04–0.16 inches long) crustaceans, although Limnoria stephenseni from subantarctic waters can reach 10 mm (0.4 in).

I know these things because I once took a science class and am really smart. 

[BigBossBalrog]

5 minutes ago, The Good Doctor said:

For any of you morons who don’t already know, a gribble /ˈgɹɪbəl/ (or gribble worm[2]) is any of about 56 species of marine isopod from the family Limnoriidae. They are mostly pale white and small (1–4 millimetres or 0.04–0.16 inches long) crustaceans, although Limnoria stephenseni from subantarctic waters can reach 10 mm (0.4 in).

I know these things because I once took a science class and am really smart.

Funny you say that, Dales nickname used to be, "The Slug" 

[The Good Doctor]

And being mostly pale white and small, we can’t totally rule out the possibility that Dales is in fact a gribble. 

[ColonelKillaBee]

1 minute ago, The Good Doctor said:

And being mostly pale white and small

Damn, that’s my fuckin staple, B.