Born in 1796; Cecil Phoenix grew up in Chicago Illinois with an interest in medicine. An excellent student as he went through both regular school and even Medical. Over the years he has been praised as one of Chicago's up and coming surgeons, even being transferred overseas to London England to participate in a medical conference.
It was 1825 as Cecil was getting moved in to his new home in England. Over the next few days he was exploring the city to see where he was going to be working and living. One night he walked past one of the Alley's next to the medical facility where he was going to be teaching, he saw a man laying in the alley, obviously injured and sickly as Cecil went to take the man inside. He then helped lay him on the operating table, uncovering him revealing the man's flesh had been eaten away by the ravenous disease, Necrosis. "My god, how are you still living?" Cecil asked the man who, by looking at how much flesh was missing, should not have been moving.
Over the next few hours, Cecil had been working to isolate the man in order to help him, he was using different chemicals to help sterilize the missing flesh. To the surprise of Doctor Phoenix, the man's flesh seemingly began to grow back quickly. He went to obtain a sample of the man's DNA but not before he shifted, startling Cecil to the point of causing him to cut his own finger with a scalpel covered in the man's blood. As Cecil went to clean his wound, the man spoke, but only one word at first. "Ne-Necro-Necrosis." He repeated it for a while before Cecil figured he didn't have any other name or alias.
Cecil walked up to the man as he was intrigued about what his condition was. He noticed that the wound on his finger had begun to heal as he went to check vitals. But the man lunged out and attacked Cecil, finding ways to cut and hurt him, soon stabbing him with one of the knives. At first Cecil was hurt and laying there wounded, but soon he was pulling the blade out as his body healed. "What in the hell are you?" He asked as the man just simply stuttered the word again. "Fine, Necrosis, just answer me this. Where are you from?" All Necrosis did was look up at him and tilt his head as he spoke. "I have been on the face of this planet, for so long i have forgotten. What did you do to me?" He asked as his wounds healed as well. "My name is Cecil, Cecil Phoenix, though my colleagues have called me 'Misfit', meaning Misfit of Misfits. It's due to how fast i became a decent surgeon." Cecil smiled as he watched. "Misfit? I like that, so, what do we do now?" Necrosis asked as Cecil smiled and stood up. "First, i continue my job, then we'll talk." The two agreed as Necrosis stood up and got cleaned up as Cecil cleaned the lab and table for his upcoming meeting.
