If you desire healing, let yourself fall ill.
Social Rank: 7
Concept: Repentant Healer
Marital Status: Unmarried
Hair Color: Black
Eye Color: Gray
Description: A strong chin and square jaw, broad shoulders and a narrow waist; all details that add up to a look that many would consider clasically handsome. His black hair is kept short cropped, shorter at the sides and long enough at the top to allow a hint of natural waviness to come through. Beneath thick, black brows are eyes of pale gray. A patrician nose adds the final note to his face. He's just shy of 6' tall and stands on one side or the other of 30 years of age.
Personality: Healers are often expected to be meek and humble, but those traints are hard to come by when you're good at what you do. Anastasio is a man possessed of confidence in abundance. At least he is when he's in his element. Push too far beyond his comfort zome and he quickly resorts to reticence and emotive grunts. He is generous with his money to worthy causes or friends and even more generou with his time to worthy causes.
Background: Twelve years ago a man woke in pain and discomfort, feeling barely better than he imagined the dead must feel. Weak, his mouth parched, his stomach on fire, and a cold sweat making his state one he knew would be untenable. Feverishly his eyes searched the room, drawn to the sound of footsteps. He glimpsed the white-clad figure of a Mercy, felt the press of a cup to his cracked lips, and then the blessed caress of darkness.
It took a while before the man's reality became something more than this. Each subsequent time the pain was less, the fever less, his time awake more. And eventually he was able to ascertain his situation. This is a story of the redeemed, and what came before matters little compared to what comes after.
It would be several years before the man left the healer's care. Physically, Anatasio - for that is the name he took to calling himself - was healed. He stuck around as his old vocation was no longer suitable, and his new life, his new outlook, required something else. Anastasio learned the art of the Healer and the Apothecary under the guidance of the man that saved him.
Anastasio made his way from the Oathlands to Arx. His route was circuitous, taking him through lands where he could make contacts with farmers and spend time hunting herbs in the woods. He did not wish to come to Arx empty-handed, and so when he arrived it was with the modest coin he had saved up and the bundles of supplies on his back. He joined the Crafters Guild and took work where he could with it. He dedicated one day each week to healing the sick in the Burroughs.
Now, Anastasio is a prominent member of his Guild, a known Healer outside of the Priesthood, and a thriving merchant prince in the city of Arx.