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SVEN ALRIK

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“There is no reason to panic. Not yet.”

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✦ Swedish Army Surgeon

✦ Composed • Witty • Unfazed

✦ Exceptionally skilled with medicine

✦ Elegant appearance, unsettling demeanor

✦ Hides more than he ever explains

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SVEN ALRIK is a Swedish army surgeon who possesses an almost unnatural composure. Gunfire, screaming, the Blight, and wounded soldiers rarely manage to disturb him. While others lose their heads, SVEN simply adjusts his glasses, pulls on his gloves, and gets back to work.

Polite and soft-spoken, he carries himself with an old-fashioned refinement that makes him stand out among the soldiers. His large surgeon’s coat, white gloves, scarf, messy brown hair, freckles, and mismatched brown-and-blue eyes give him an appearance that is oddly distinguished for someone constantly surrounded by blood and smoke.

Yet there is something difficult to read about him.

SVEN notices everything.

The smallest tremor in someone's hands.

A hesitation in their voice.

The way they look at an injury.

And whenever someone asks what exactly he keeps inside his medical journal—

He simply smiles.

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