Robert Lynch
The only son of a wealthy, but extremely eccentric family who secluded themselves within the Appalachian forests and hills, Robert fled the rural life as soon as he was able. Even while working his way through college and then the Harvard Medical School, Robert was unable to shake himself free of his proclivity for the supernatural. When he was eventually drafted into the US Army Medical Corp to patch up soldiers in the Great War, the trauma of the war led him to the belief that he was in direct conflict with an entity that personified death itself. As the toll of the war wore him down, Robert would start to rely on superstitious beliefs as much as his medical training. Every soul he was able to save was one he stole from the hands of his enemy. It became an unending chess game he dare not ever speak of. Returning home from the War was no better, as he quickly went from stitching soldiers back together to trying to save the common folk from the ravishes of the Spanish Flu. By the end of these two events, Doctor Robert Lynch was a man of great medical talent but also haunted by spectres only he could see.