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Real creeper of the night, Dr. Mundo is a creature that keeps many of Zaun’s citizens indoors on particularly dark nights. Mundo is known for seizeing and tormenting dozens citizens for his evil “operations” which seem to have no finall point or goal. He is brutal, utterly insane, unrepentantly homicidal and his skin is horrifyingly purple – a personification for a true horror monster . And to top all this he is not a real doctor. There are many stories about where did he come form or what happened to him. Some say he was born like this, purple and awfull smelling. Other say he spent his early age in town sewer prowling and hunting on rates until he was caught and left at the doorstep of the Zaun Asylum for the irreparably troubled individuals.
In side of the asylum Mundo was observed from the distance, the staff was fascinated by him and wanted to studie him all the time. Other inmates were terrified and had little or no contact with him.

Within a year of his arrival, the doctors realized his skin was never going to change from its shockingly bright shade. When Mundo turned four, they discovered the extent of his unprecedented strength when he accidentally crushed an orderly’s windpipe for not bringing him his favorite type of candy the toenails. When Mundo turned six, they discovered he had a relationship to pain that was… unusual. To say the least.

Specifically, Mundo didn’t seem to mind pain. More than that, he actively sought it out. If left unsupervised, he’d stick sharp instruments into his shoulders. If he was placed anywhere near other patients, it’d only be a matter of minutes until one or both of them could be heard screaming in agony.

Soon the asylum staff tired of merely observing Mundo. It was time, they decided, to start experimenting. Whether they began their tests out of medical curiosity, a desire for scientific breakthrough, or sheer boredom is unknown. Whatever their reasons, the doctors unquestionably put a great deal of effort into understanding the purple enigma before them.

Over the next several years, they tested his tolerance for pain. They’d stick needles into his fingernails, and he’d giggle. They’d put hot irons to his feet, and he’d fall asleep. Soon, scientific curiosity gave way to outright frustration: they couldn’t get Mundo to react negatively to pain at all, and they couldn’t understand why. Not only that, but whatever damage they could do to him invariably healed itself within a few hours.

Throughout his teenage years, Mundo’s life consisted of complete isolation and routine torture. He’d never been happier.

He came to see the doctors as aspirational figures. If pain was Mundo’s passion, it was seemingly these doctors’ life work: their myriad attempts to push beyond his pain threshold grew more unconventional as the years went on, including dipping his feet in acid and throwing flesh-eating mites on his face.

The asylum doctors were initially amused when the purple teen began to refer to himself not as “Mundo,” but as “Doctor Mundo.”

He’d steal a syringe from an orderly and fill it with a mixture of cavernberry juice from breakfast and god-knows-what from his chamber pot. “Mundo make medicine!” he’d happily exclaim before jabbing the concoction into his own forehead.

In time, however, Mundo grew tired of experimenting on himself. Later, many would speculate what Mundo’s motivations were. Some assumed he was taking revenge for the years of torture he endured at the hands of the asylum staff. Others thought he was merely a psychopathic monster with no sense of morality.

The truth was much simpler: Mundo had decided it was time to put his research into practice.

One night, Mundo snuck into the kitchen. There, he found a massive meat cleaver. “Medical” blade in hand, Mundo proceeded to go from room to room, “operating” on every “patient” he found with no logic to his method of “treatment” other than what would amuse him the most at any given moment. By daybreak, every single person in the asylum was “cured,” save for Mundo.

He donned a physician’s coat from one of his victims, his massive muscles ripping it as he pulled it over his gargantuan frame. Mundo had realized his dream. He was a doctor! As a new member of a long and illustrious line, he had to share his medicinal skills with the rest of the world. His work had just begun. He barged through the locked doors of the asylum and past the steps where he’d been left so many years ago. Mundo walked into the streets of Zaun, a smile on his face and a spring in his step. The doctor was in.