DOCTOR HAWTHORNE, The APOTHECARY.

Scent: Floral Incense | Taste: Birch Syrup

He/Him, 6'0"
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The good doctor's been a part of bovine bluffs for decades now, though those who actually know much of the man are few and far between. The apothecary maintains his shop on the outskirts of town, in an old oak building with hand painted signage that, while cared for in the years definitely is beginning to show its age much like its owner. A recluse, Hawthorne's rarely seen outside his business, and that coupled with the Nature of said business means many associate him with ailments. The pheromoo's generally stern nature doesn't exactly owe him any favors in that department either, and though he's respected in his field it's certainly not for his bedside manner, letting his particularly effective holistic treatments do the talking.

In reality, however, his rougher exterior is paradoxically Because he cares. With the kind of business he offers, other moos are putting their own health and wellness in his hands, and that's a matter of trust and responsibility he's not about to beat around the bush with. Hawthorne's additionally been a practitioner of nature magic for many years, which he uses in conjunction with his extensive studies and general knowledge of flora, and it's something he holds close to his chest with the same sort of care and responsibility he treats his poultices with.

Those closer in age to him may tell you a different story, however. A lot of "it's a shame"s or the assertation that the doctor didn't always have the frigid shoulder he carries nowadays. Not only was his countenance brighter, but in his youth he was much more the type to help share and teach his practices instead of locking them away purely for his own uses. Some may purport to having been taught by him, though any pupils of Hawthorne's nowadays are few and far between and either incredibly lucky or able to unravel whatever's going on in the man's head. Either through the rumor mill, or from anecdotes he himself makes offhandedly but doesn't extrapolate on, the story is that he used to be married though is likely widowed, and very likely has a child but he's not keen on sharing details. The apothecary has, as evidenced by his grasp on magic, a connection to the goddess Cybele and it's one he's maintained through the years.

In the off chance he's seen outside, it's usually either because he's busy maintaining the plant life that grows on and around the establishment (which he'll stubbornly refuse any help with) or nursing his pipe on the porch in the early mornings. He has rheumatoid arthritis, which has degraded his knees and fetlocks to the point where he typically uses a cane for mobility; any chronic pain is Generally managed by his own supply, though rarely he can be spotted soaking at hot springs for physiotherapy and to just generally decompress.

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