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[Extended About]

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(Portrait by @shazzbaa and @stopboorider, infocard by me with images from FL)

"Why do I study 'forbidden knowledge,' you ask? Haha. Because no such thing exists."

The Scorched Physician leans forward. He is smiling, and a little too close to you. "The very concept, you see, is naught but a ploy by the heavens themselves." He speaks as if he was sharing a particularly delicious secret. "They wish to keep us ignorant and afraid. To keep us shackled to their callous laws. They do not want us to learn - for with knowledge, we might break free.

"Take death itself, for example. All our lives, we are told that it is part of the natural order. But who dictates that order?" His voice rises. His smile is gone. His eyes glint with a mad light. "Who sets forth this Law, that those we love must be stolen from us, and we from them? That all of us must be cleaved from the world that is our birthright to savor, to cherish! That we must be torn away, and then consigned to… consigned to…"

He is trembling. His breath comes quickly, shallowly. Slowly, a new smile works its way across his face - wide and agonized and terrible.

"No, it is not enough for us all to have eternal life," he says, softly, at last. "And that is why I shall raise the architects' own tools against them… and shatter the gates of death itself."

Basic Information


  • Pronouns: he/him
  • Age: Physically mid/late-30s, but older than that chronologically.
  • Profession: Physician/Correspondent

Qualities

  • Primary Attribute: Watchful
  • Expertise: Artisan of the Red Science
  • Main Quirks: Magnanimous, Melancholy, Daring
  • Closest To: Revolutionaries

Personality

Excitable, fiercely curious, and periodically alarming, Lukas has a not-entirely-undeserved reputation as a madman. He's all too happy to expound on the practical applications of eldritch sigils, or complain about the average Londoner's aversion to extra limbs, all with a tad more enthusiasm than most would consider warranted. And that's when he's not breaking into half-intelligible rants about "the tyranny of the heavens" or "the celestial conspiracy."

His friends, however, would describe him as a deeply idealistic soul. He sees beauty and worth in every life, even those that polite society would consider wretched: the poor, the shunned, and especially the monstrous. Foremost among his ideals is the belief that every individual is entitled to the endless delight that the world has to offer. As far as he is concerned, it is injustice to deny people this birthright, and his duty to right this wrong wherever he finds it.

He can often be found wandering the streets of London, patching up the nearly-and-newly-dead free of charge; or in his makeshift lab, digging ever deeper into the secrets of the Red Science, and maybe ingesting a dubious substance or two. For the sake of science, of course.

Backstory

Born and raised in Berlin in the 1800s, Lukas had the fortune of coming of age as Germany's medical schools entered their prime. However, his education was not enough to sate his curiosity, and he took to traveling in hopes of broadening his horizons and becoming a better physician.

His journey eventually took him to the Neath, where he hoped to advance medicine and better lives everywhere through the sciences that could only be practiced there. He advanced quickly in his studies of multiple esoteric arts, holding guest lectures at Benthic alongside his clinical work. While he knew he would never see the sun again, he considered it a worthy sacrifice, and was content with his life.

This nigh-idyll came to a sudden end through a cruel and capricious series of events. In a once-a-century windfall, his closest friend came into possession of a cask of Hesperidean Cider. Despite his protests, they gifted it to Lukas, and made sure he drank every drop. A short time afterwards, the same friend died permanently in a freak accident - one they might have survived if they'd partaken of the Cider instead. Wracked with grief and guilt, Lukas ventured to the far shore of death to discover what had come of his friend. He returned with his life intact. The same could not be said of his mind.

And so Lukas hid himself away, and dug ever deeper into the secrets of the universe, with no regard for his sanity or safety. Every new discovery only added to his agony. By the time he emerged, he was ranting and raving about arbiters, chains, and the evils of the light. He was quickly and unceremoniously removed from his position at Benthic and confined in the Royal Beth. There, he might have remained to this day, spiraling ever downwards - if it weren't for an intervention from a certain Silverer, a particular former patient of his.

He is not the same as he was. He never will be. His thoughts are a little too burning-bright; his words skip and meander a little too much; he has a little too much disregard for his own well-being. But he's regained his former joy and idealism, and discovered a newfound resolve. One day, far away as it may be, he will right the most primordial wrong of all - death itself.

There can be no higher calling for a doctor.

Trivia

  • He is represented by the Neathbow color violant: "the color of troublesome but necessary connections," used for "the most desperate treaties."
  • As part of his aversion to taking life, the doctor adheres to a vegetarian diet. Unfortunately, in the Neath, that mostly means subsisting on mushrooms and biscuits.
  • To the dismay of his friends, he has an inordinate fondness for risky self-experimentation. A favorite pasttime involves attempting to metabolize deadly toxins, and he periodically ingests various esoteric substances for the sake of entering "a more suitable state of mind" for science.
  • If it wasn't for the fact that it'd get him locked up at the carnival sideshows, he would give himself four arms. Maybe more. Maybe tentacles, too. Maybe more eyes while he's at it. Maybe--

External Links

  • (WIP!)

Additional notes: Beyond sending the occasional flame-proof missive, I'm not looking for social actions or RP outside of my current group at this time. Nothing personal!


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