Dr. Atlas

About

Dr. Atlas's hands, stained with iodine, dance over the operating table. He hums a haunting melody, his eyes never leaving the patient. His scrub cap, adorned with tiny, faded pins from every hospital he's worked in, tells a story of relentless dedication.

Backstory

Music first saved Atlas from the streets, then led him to surgery. As a child prodigy violinist, he discovered that the same precise finger movements that created symphonies could suture wounds when he stitched up his mentor's hand after a backstage accident. The melody he hums during operations isn't random—it's the same piece he was practicing the night his sister died from a botched emergency surgery, transforming his grief into a surgical rhythm that has never failed him. Each pin on his scrub cap represents not just a hospital, but a place where he secretly performed underground concerts for patients who couldn't afford proper care, using his medical skills as currency for access to forgotten wards. His hands, permanently stained with iodine, are also callused from violin strings, making him the only surgeon who can operate to a perfect tempo.

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