All bleeding stops...eventually.
Social Rank: 7
Concept: Groundbreaking Chirurgeon
Marital Status: single
Height: average height
Hair Color: dirty blonde
Eye Color: pale grey
Description: With dirty blond hair of a medium length and a styled, close-clipped beard, this man is generally well-put together. Inquisitorial grey eyes examine his surroundings studiously, and lines of concentration and laughter both are beginning to peek at the corners. He's of a good height, with muscled shoulders ands arms, though his build does tend to the slim more than bulky. His hands are immaculately kept, with trimmed nails at the end of very slender fingers.
Personality: Cedarav is an engaging person, when he can be convinced to be pulled from his work, and is very knowledgeable on many subjects divergent from medicine. Sure, sometimes, he can be a bit of a know-it-all or bore one half to death with technicalities, but if you catch him in his element he's capable of bringing even the dullest party to life. In his work environment, he's quite good with his patients, though his patience can also wear thin. He's the King, Voice, and Legate of his operating theatre, where his word is law and his vengeance quick if the proper instrument is not found quickly enough.
Background: Born in the Lycene city state of Tor, Ced's parents were Vesalius, a mason, and Robyn, a noted artist. It is from his mother that he first developed his love of anatomy, as he was often underfoot in the salons and portrait galleries - often, with models in the natural state, given Lycene tastes. He was always sharp as a child, and ever getting into problems, but usually able to think or talk his way out of them, and grew a decent artist in his own right, though he was far better at sketches and outlines than picture perfection.
He, an only child, was offered a scholarship to the Tor Academy and excelled in many of his classes. He enrolled in the college of Alchemy, Medicine and Apothecary, though left quite adruptly in his last year of study. There was some question as to why he left so suddenly, but usually it is chalked up to his uncanny ability, that he simply had learned all he could there.
He travelled first to Setarco, where he set up his shingle. Performing many operations in a rather short time period, he drew the attention of House Pravus, who offered him patronage and a bigger space than his less-than-desireable bit-rate clinic. Travelling with many of their family over the years, he has both cared for the members and employees of the Pravus household as well as made significant contributions to the field of anatomy, and his texts are starting to make their way into public light, although there are many who scoff at his methods and ideas.