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The backstory of Azrael Bloom is a tricky one to figure out, and one he doesn't seem too keen to share details of. According to Bloom's passport; he was born on 15 September 1888 somewhere in Europe. Apparently; he grew up in a mountainous area, and English was his first language. Bloom's parents also divorced when he was 12, according to him. Other than these details, not much is known about his early life. The first public record of him dates to around 1906 when he purchased a green coat from a tailor shop in Brussels.

Bloom joined the RAMC back in September of 1915; following four years of medical school. Since he only just joined the RAMC last year; he's still a private despite being older than the majority of them. Despite the fact he has good skill and knowledge in this field, his personality doesn't match with the type of person who would join the RAMC. A curious medical officer asked him about it earlier this year; and all Bloom had to say was that he was "put up to join by a friend". Despite the fact he doesn't *enjoy* doing medical-related work, he *will* do it so long as it's part of his job; and will do it pretty well considering his attitude. However once he's asked to do something he isn't paid within his job description to do - well, he won't do it. Hopefully; the friend(s?) that "set him up to join" will keep him in good spirits throughout the voyage.

Perhaps one reason he's in the RAMC is because he isn't squeamish in the slightest. Alot of things one would have to see in the medical field - such as horrific injuries - don't phase Bloom in the slightest as they would most others. Maybe, this is why he tolerates the work he does?

One of Mr. Bloom's hobbies, is, ironically considering his surname, gardening, and anything else related to nature. While he doesn't have as much time to do it now that he's part of the RAMC; as late as 1911 he was working as a private gardener for hire, to tend to backyards of mansions and such. For whatever reason though he seems to have a vendetta against buttercups, and once walked out of a gardening gig when he learned he had to tend to them. He doesn't seem to mind other types of flowers, though, and has brought some along with him to tend to during the voyage.