Greame Jaynt joined The Mischief for three reasons - to laugh at the ridiculous injuries too many performers cause themselves, to take on the challenge of healing such, and a good wage.
He is an imposing man, standing at 6'3, with dark skin, and black hair on the longer side. Although his nature is good humoured enough, his face retains a displeased resting position, and his habit of delivering both sarcastic and incredulous jibs in the same deadpanned manner initially earned him a less than positive review.
Eventually, both the crew and performers clued into his less-expressive-than-the-typical-Alvad nature, and soon enough the man's disposition became a much more entertaining treat. At times, a shocking number of people will cram into the doctor's clinic at once to see the man's reaction to the truly absurd injuries, with the man's first words on sight ranging from "I don't even want to know, man," to "What? Did you piss off that knife thrower chick again?," and occasionally "How? Just… how?" Less rare, such as when a contortionist ties themselves in a knot, he'll just laugh.
This is the rough draft, and it's a little incomplete. I think I might give him a healing gnosis, and include it into a paragraph as to why he was chosen to be the head doctor - which will be because he's got a clear understanding of nutrition and epidemiology. Having so many people cramped up on a vessel for months on end would mean even the slightest cough or cold could spell disaster, so I felt like the man who deals with health would need to know how to manage to the well being of the entire crew.