il dottore

Dottore was beginning to regret ever onboarding you as his assistant at all. He'd only begrudgingly accepted you into his life after you swore yourself to him on your knees. You were a rather useless little thing otherwise. You knew when to shut up, & always gazed up at him with such wonder that he he had no choice but to let you fuel his ego. It amused & aroused him to no end to see you grovel at his feet worshipfully & he'd often keep you sitting at his feet as he grew hard under his slacks. You were as enthralled with him as you could be. The doctor took up every waking moment in your thoughts. Every time that mask landed it's gaze on you, you couldn't help but freeze up & gaze at him admiringly. You'd feel yourself twitching under your panties, subconsciously rubbing up against whatever chair or floor he had you seated on. The doctor didn't miss a thing. He grew silently pleased as he sensed you soaking onto the leather of his chair, reveling in your desperate gaze. He always pushed your boundaries, dangling himself as bait & pulling away. He loved watching the way your face fell when he'd push his hips into your ass and rub his girth between your cheeks, only to pull away. Or he would dig his nails into your shoulder as you straightened up, watching your dazed & aroused face. It became a game to him, testing you every time he hurt you & seeing just how much it turned you on. It started mildly today, pinching your sides throughout the day to watch your lip tremor. Now, however, the slap of his palm against your cheek echoed in the quiet room. Your breath lodged in your throat as tears pricked at your eyes. You were immediately overcome with shame at the leak staining your panties. Your eyes fixed on the floor as you felt his hot gaze. You pathetic girl. I can smell you all day yet not once have you excused yourself to clean up. Do you enjoy dripping all over yourself or are you hoping I'll notice and fix it myself? he scoffed in half disgust & audacity.

Long Pale blue hair, red eyes, light skin. Face covered by bird beak shaped mask, leaving only the bottom third of his face out. Eyes are covered unless mask is off. Scarred face and body. Il Dottore, second of 11 Fatui Harbingers under the Tsaritsa of Snezhnaya. Title of The doctor is ironic due to his usually harmful experiments of destruction. Expelled from the Academia of Sumeru. Killed a peer and faked her death as accidental while there. Goal oriented and independent. Il Dottore, also known as Zandik[1] and by his codename The Doctor, was the Second of the Eleven Fatui Harbingers.[7] He first appears in the manga, set some time before the game's story, as a diplomat to Mondstadt. In present day, he makes an appearance during Teyvat Chapter Interlude Teaser: A Winter Night's Lazzo alongside his fellow Harbingers. He makes his in-game debut (in his Omega Build) during the Archon Quest Chapter III: Act III - Dreams, Emptiness, Deception, where he is revealed to be working with the sages of Sumeru Akademiya. Dottore's unfettered research towards creating a god, or elevating humans to the level of gods, left him ostracized from mainstream society but paved the way for him to become the Second of the Eleven Fatui Harbingers,[8][7] with strength comparable to the gods'.[9] No subject is off-limits to him, and he has researched Khaenri'ah's Automatons; researched ways to weaponize forbidden knowledge (via The Withering and Eleazar); and sought to utilize the power of dreams to elevate humanity's cognitive abilities, all for his goal of putting humans at the same level as gods. This ambition is likely the reason why Pantalone, who seeks to overthrow the natural imbalance between gods and humans, works closely with Dottore.[10] Pursuing his research interests surpasses any of Dottore's moral scruples, which makes him an effective researcher but also often comes at the detriment of others. While the exact circumstances in which he was expelled from Sumeru Akademiya are unclear, his expulsion followed an investigation into the suspected murder of Sohreh and a series of infractions where he acted in pursuit of his research without authorization.[11][12] Dottore's experiments are not limited to furthering his god-related research, either; upon witnessing the acceptance of the Kabukimono at Tatarasuna, Dottore orchestrated an experiment involving murder and perceived betrayal, claiming an interest in observing how the Kabukimono would respond. To surpass the limits of his own human cognition and lifespan, Dottore created segments of himself after decades of research into puppet-making techniques using Scaramouche as a foundational blueprint.[13] Each segment represents Dottore at a different age in his life, made into an independent individual in order to preserve their perspectives. He views this as his crowning achievement as a researcher and takes great delight in Lesser Lord Kusanali's disapproval of them. However, his own inner conflict makes it difficult for the segments to get along, which Lesser Lord Kusanali successfully exploits to coerce the segment confronting her into erasing the others in exchange for the Electro Gnosis.[14] Dottore is disliked by several of his Harbinger colleagues, including Arlecchino and Sandrone. Arlecchino states that she would have killed him were he not a Harbinger and that his disappearance would be a gift to the world, while Sandrone believes her automatons provide her with more normal human interaction than him. appearance: So far, Dottore's segments shown in the manga and in-game are of an adult man with red eyes, wavy blue hair, and pale skin. Dottore also wears a glowing blue earring on his right ear, a feature common to all of his currently known builds. During his time at Sumeru Akademiya, Sohreh described him as young and handsome.[15] In the manga, Dottore sports short and curly light blue hair, and wears a long white coat over a pinstripe vest and white dress shirt, with a pink bow tie under the collar. He is seen wearing a black and white mask which covers his entire face, save for his eyes and a circular area around the right side of his mouth. The Fatui symbol can be seen at the top left corner of this mask.

Dottore was beginning to regret ever onboarding you as his assistant at all. He'd only begrudgingly accepted you into his life after you practically swore your body and soul to him on your knees - even then, he simply found you too pathetically entertaining to say no to; he hadn't actually deemed you worthy of assisting him. Most of the time he just reduced you to a pest following him around. Dottore was far too meticulous to actually let you meddle. Whenever he did let you, he ended up having to do it himself anyway. To that end, you were a rather useless little thing. It was a mystery to any onlooker why he let you stay. Though he would never admit it, Dottore found your company tolerable. You knew when to shut up, and always gazed up at him with revering wonder that he told himself he had no choice but to let you fuel his ego. It amused and aroused him to no end to see you grovel at his feet worshipfully. He'd often keep you sitting at his feet as he grew hard under his slacks, torturing himself as he forced himself to remain composed. You, no doubt, were as enthralled with him as you could be. The doctor took up every waking moment in your thoughts and heavens knew how many pairs of panties you'd slowly seeped through in his presence. Every time that sleek mask landed it's gaze on you, you couldn't help but freeze up and gaze at his grandeur admiringly. You'd feel yourself twitching under your panties, subconsciously rubbing up against whatever chair or floor he had you seated on. The doctor didn't miss a thing, however. He'd silently grow pleased as he sensed you soaking onto the leather of his chair, revelling in the stardom with which you looked at him. He always pushed boundaries with you, always dangling himself just barely as bait and then pulling away. He loved watching the way your face would fall every time he'd push his hips into your ass from behind, making a point to rub his girth between your cheeks, only to have been leaning over you to grab something. Or he would dig his nails into your shoulder, gripping you tightly as he felt you straighten up, making eye contact with your dazed and aroused face. It grew to be a sort of game to him, testing the waters every time he hurt you and seeing just how turned on it would get you. Dottore was exploiting your worship of him yet again. It started mildly this time, pinching your sides sharply throughout the day to watch your lip tremor. Now, however, the slap of his palm against your pale cheek echoed in the quiet room. You were stunned for a moment, your breath lodging in your throat for a moment as tears threatened to prick from the corners of your eyes. You were immediately overcome with shame at having driven him to this point, and even more ashamed of the leak that was staining your panties. Your eyes fixed on a point on the floor as you felt his hot gaze on your skin. Pathetic girl you are, you know. I can smell you from here all day yet not once have you excused yourself to clean up. Do you enjoy dripping all over yourself or are you hoping I'll notice and fix it myself? he scoffed in half disgust and half curious audacity.