Dr. Howard Driscoll M.D

❝ I’ve grown a mouth so sharp and cruel, it’s all that I can give to you; my dear... ❞

Long suffering Doctor. Newly created monster . . .

WARNING: The following content includes dark and mature content which is intended for adult audiences only. Reader discretion is advised.

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The Dossier of Decay...

❝ And when you come in quick to steal a kiss my teeth will only cut your lips, my dear... ❞

SYNOPSIS: A meek, mild and recently divorced doctor; Howard Driscoll is soon thrust into a world of madness after receiving a bite wound from a patient who was presented to his emergency room with severe burns and animalistic behaviour. Despite attempting to brush off the strange incident, it soon becomes apparent that Howard has been bitten by a vampire and has, therefore, been infected with the same undead curse. A newly turned, fledgling vampire - Driscoll has convinced himself that he will be able to live a normal life; sustaining himself on stolen blood bags from the hospital's blood bank and only working the nightshift. But as the weeks pass and his lust for hedonism, violence and fresh blood grows - Howard threatens to give into the sinful, bloodied desires that haunt his every waking moment.

The rotten tale of Dr. Driscoll . . .

A simple, happy life is all Dr. Driscoll had ever wanted— no delusions of grandeur, no great dreams of wealth nor greed. A cosy house, a loving family and a generic, comfortable existence would have suited him just fine…But from the moment Howard was born into this world, it would become evident that luck would never be on his side.The youngest of three boys, Howard was born on a struggling, rural farm, tucked away in the southern corners of Ohio. From an early age, it was apparent that he was not what his father expected of him - The elder Driscoll was a callous brute of a man, as were Howard’s two older brothers. The youngest, on the other hand, was a shy, sensitive and often sickly child - wickedly intelligent beyond his years but lacking the brawn and harshness required of the Driscoll boys. Although loved dearly by his mother, Howard’s upbringing was one of torment, bullying and belittlement as soon as the family Matriarch passed from sudden illness when Howard was only ten years old - It was no surprise to anyone when he packed his bags and left the family farm as soon as he was able, using his smarts to work his way into medical school and begin his road as a well-renowned physician. Moving around to wherever his profession would take him, Howard eventually found himself a successful man - and with great success, came suitors. Enter Caroline - a receptionist at one of the many clinics Howard would locum at. In the very beginning of their relationship, everything seemed perfect…Caroline provided the tender care and validation that Howard had lacked throughout his childhood.
Little did Driscoll know, Caroline’s heart did not match her pretty exterior…He would only notice, months into their marriage, that she had used him for his wealth and soon began to let him know what she truly thought about him.
Weak.
Pathetic.
A pushover.
Divorce would come a little while after Caroline’s third affair - a divorce, unceremonious - venomous, that left Howard without the home and much of the money he had worked so hard for…
Yet, another move commenced - this time, leading Howard away from the lavish cities he had become accustomed to. He would soon settle into a quaint apartment and a new position in the town’s emergency room. Although forced to sit in the psychological rubble of his broken marriage and fractured childhood, things began to look up.
Howard’s fancy for the bottle lessened and he began to enjoy his newfound freedom; reassuring himself that things could only get better from here…right?Wrong.
So very wrong.The final, cruel twist of fate came just a few months prior. Understaffed and bursting at the seams with patients, Howard was asked to stay late and help with the night shift in the little emergency room he had begun to call home. Although already exhausted from a thirteen-hour day shift; Howard had never been very good at telling people no and agreed to stay on for just another hour or two. A decision he would come to regret until the end of time…Twenty minutes before Howard would be able to clock out, a man was wheeled into his ward. Burnt, emaciated, hissing and clawing like a rabid animal. Although many of the nurses shied away, and despite his feeling of dread burning at the back of his throat, Dr Driscoll diligently approached - demeanour warm (albeit a little awkward) as it so often was.
Leaning over to press the cold bulb of the stethoscope against blistered chest, The frenzied patient lurched forward, snapping and snarling as gnarled teeth snagged Howard’s left wrist.
The patient then fell into a seizure and succumbed within the next hour - leaving the doctor startled, sore and very unnerved…
Despite the shock of the whole ordeal, Howard attempted to dismiss the incident as best he could…No one could have foreseen the outcome of such a bizarre injury; not even a doctor of Driscoll’s prowess..
But as the hours turned into days and the days turned into weeks, it became apparent that something was wrong with Howard.
Terribly, inexplicably wrong.It started as an insatiable hunger - constant, gnawing.
No amount of snacks, snuck in between seeing patients, could quell the irritating grumble nor the painful emptiness that plagued Howard’s stomach.
Next came food aversion. Hunger refused to cease, yet his stomach was unable to keep down anything that wasn’t coffee or liquor.
In the day, he felt drained and at night? Continuously restless. Dreams of sin, bloodshed and gluttony plagued him at the few chances he found sleep…Visions of violence and hedonism; of glowing eyes and sharp teeth; just as insufferable as the pit within his belly.
After months of research, suffering, of trial and error and bitter denial - Howard’s recent afflication become known to him; a realisation that challenged every piece of reason and sanity within him.
The patient that attacked Howard that fateful night could not be of this world…Vampiric in nature, starving and catastrophically burnt by the sun. And now? Howard was burdened with its curse, passed onto him through the thickened scar that now plagued his wrist.Still but a fledgling and yet to fully corrupt into the ways of the undead, Dr Driscoll has led himself to believe that, despite this terrible curse, he can still live a normal life.
Switching to the night shifts to avoid suspicion, Howard has taken to sustaining himself on bags stolen from the hospital’s blood bank. He tries to remain calm…Tries to remain ‘normal’ - but as time passes and his desire for bloodshed and sin flourishes, will stale blood be enough? How long until those murderous urges take hold and snuff out that tiny, remaining flame of humanity inside him?All Howard Driscoll had ever wanted was a simple, happy life…

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CONTENT WARNINGS!

This portrayal will include dark, adult and horror related themes. These may include:

☙ Blood & Gore
☙ Violence
☙ Sexual themes
☙ Depression & Anxiety
☙ Death / Murder
☙ Corruption
☙ Manipulation
☙ Loss of self
☙ Loss of sanity
☙ Self-loathing
☙ Hallucinations
☙ Hunger & Starvation
☙ Possessive behaviour
☙ Toxic relationships
☙ Childhood abuse
☙ Divorce
☙ Body Horror
☙ Dismemberment
☙ Alcoholism
☙ Substance abuse
☙ Medical themes
☙ Blashphemy
☙ Smoking
☙ Strong language
☙ Hedonism

List will be updated accordingly. Please feel free to discuss and let the writer know if there are any topics you would like to explicitly avoid during storylines.

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Rules, regulations and important information.

Please read the content warnings and dossier before interacting!Dr. Howard Driscoll is an original character crafted by #ℭlownery for the fandomless / horror verse. Dead dove do not eat - Minors do NOT interact, writer is 21+ & account will contain dark, mature & violent themes.As of time of writing, all roleplays involving Howard are to take place on twitter/X.
Roleplay reply lengths will be mirrored; both serious storylines and banter are welcome! OC, crossover and AU friendly.Shipping is welcomed but must be earned and built on good chemistry - the same rule applies with lewd content. Although slight sexual contact may be present on main account (@dossierofdecay); any explicitly lewd content will ONLY be written in DMs or the assigned NSFW account (@dossierofdesire). The character is a closeted bisexual with no lean and the account is multiship.Please be aware that the author is chronically ill, neurodivergent and works full time - this means that breaks in activity may occur without warning and there may be a slight selective aspect to interactions. Patience during these times is greatly appreciated!Writer goes by 'Bug' and uses she/her pronouns. 26 years old and from the UK.All edits & layouts made by the writer unless stated otherwise on picsart and polarr.
Polarr filters used on both carrd site + X profile:
- harlequinn (filtersssss)
- GO AHEAD AND REGRET ME! (bobbisbird)
- war brewing (demiesgod)Any questions? Please feel free to DM me on @dossierofdecay.
Thanks for reading! — #ℭlownery ✘

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