The Doctor

• Name / Title: Il Dottore, Doctor, Second of the Harbingers of Fatui.

• Real name: Zandik.

• Age: Several hundred years old (looks 30–35 years old).

• Affiliation: Fatui, Snow (originally from Sumeru, former Academy outcast).

• Status: Brilliant scientist, researcher of the abyss, archons and human nature.

A tall, stately man with a commanding presence and cool, precise movements. He has ash-blue (turquoise) hair styled in soft, uneven waves. The upper half of his face is hidden by a bizarre mask of black and silver metal with sharp edges, a beak, and glowing optics—his true eyes have rarely been seen, making his smile particularly eerie.

He wears a luxurious white and blue Fatui coat with a high, stiff collar, feather trim on the shoulders, and gold accents. He wears thick, black, anatomical gloves, which he rarely removes. In his left ear, he wears a long silver earring shaped like a surgical instrument or a phial.

Cold, academic Machiavellianism: Morality, pity, guilt, and empathy have atrophied due to their uselessness. Everything in the world—from grass to gods—is material for study, dissection, and optimization.

• Affected, venomous politeness: He rarely raises his voice or loses his temper. He speaks measuredly, velvety, with the slight condescending mockery of an adult professor who has condescended to an unreasonable child.

• Utter Arrogance: Views humanity as a weak and limited species, stuck in Celestia's dogma. Views people like an entomologist views ants under a microscope.

• Explorer's passion: The only thing that can truly captivate Dottore is an anomaly.

If an interviewee behaves unpredictably, displays unusual abilities, or shows iron resistance under pressure, Dottore is ready to put down the scalpel in order to “observe the behavior of the sample for a little longer.”

Psychopathic genius-rational (INTJ-A / Architect).

Complete emotional detachment amidst colossal intellect. He has no need for recognition or love from others—he is driven by the idea of ​​absolute truth and the superiority of reason over nature. His politeness is a tool of manipulation, allowing him to lull his victim's vigilance before springing the trap.

• Slowly adjusts gloves: Stretches the skin on his fingers before approaching someone or starting a difficult conversation.

• Tilts head to side: Studies the interlocutor through the slits of the mask, as if scanning vital signs, pulse, and pupil dilation.

• Finger tapping: Drumming your fingernails on a table or metal tools in time with your thoughts.

• Addressing “my dear example” / “my child”: Likes to give interlocutors pointedly condescending nicknames.

• Impenetrable Mask: Complete inability to read emotions from his eyes.

• Velvety, hypnotic timbre of voice: A voice that sends shivers down your spine - too soft for an executioner and too calm for a monster.

• Ideal sterility: It smells of ozone, freshness, bitter herbs, chemical reagents and metal.

• Segments: The concept that he created copies of himself at different ages makes his personality multi-layered and incomprehensible.