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Godfrey Hildebrand, Alchemist (1/2)

[personal profile] nomagicjustalchemy 2017-12-30 03:25 pm (UTC)(link)
P L A Y E R;
NAME: Vincent
AGE: 29 (in geezer territory these days...)
PLAYER JOURNAL: I have no personal journal.
TIMEZONE: Japan Standard Time +0900
CONTACT: mvincentpritchard@gmail.com, or twitter at @tenrainyday I suppose. PMs always work as well.

C H A R A C T E R;
NAME: Godfrey Hildebrand
CANON: Original
POINT IN CANON: N/A
AGE: 23
APPEARANCE: He generally wears decently-fine clothes, opting for black doe-skin breeches, low ankle boots, a button-up with minor lace trim, and a double-breated heavy wool or leather jacket (depending on the weather, of course) when out and about, and in his own company or that of people he likes, simple light cotton trousers and baggy shirts. He stands just under 6 feet tall, slim and lithe, with black hair that just barely touches his collar in back. He likes to wear fancy hats, one of his vices, but only if they complement his only abnormal physical feature, his emerald-green eyes. His skin is pale-white, but not milk- or paper-white. He is clean-shaven and tends to keep his hair parted. He holds himself like an aristocrat would while on above-board business, but when on a darker kind of job, he tends to change his posture to look more gaunt and threatening. While it is unlikely that others will see them, across his bad are a great number of slightly discolored scar marks, evidence of having been struck by implements made for punishment over a period of several years.

CANON HISTORY: Godfrey is a chemist, making medicines and useful compounds as a daytime cover. His specialty is toxicology, however, and he pays the bills as a curator of a collection of rare, exotic, and deadly poisons, which he administers to those who need... disciplined, we'll say.
Godfrey was born to a well-to-do family in the city of Sarra, where the three countries on the continent meet. Until the upheaval 15 years ago, his family held a manor house, where Godfrey was schooled by private tutors and his manservant Bertram in the proper ways to behave as an heir to the House. However, even though he was the only son of the manor, he was born out of wedlock, and as such his father treated him in the same manner as he would the servants of the household. His mother had, as he had been told for years, "perished of a septic wound" when he was quite young, so he was left primarily in the care of his manservant (except for the not-infrequent times when his father wished to show him discipline with the switch or the strap).

While it was expected that he would never work, because to sully his hands would make him worth even less to the House, Godfrey took up an interest in medicine as a reaction to the thought that his mother could have been saved if only the doctors had known better. With the help of Bertram, he took a tutor in chemistry as a young boy, where he excelled in the science. Far from his original intentions, however, his fascination drifted from medicines to poisons-- neurotoxins, curares, anti-inhibition drugs, the whole lot. It was far, far easier for him to synthesize a toxin that proved effective than to engineer a medicine against such a thing, and he found himself growing more and more toward the darker side of the science. It was when the good Doctor under which he studied introduced him to the concept of alchemical science that Godfrey suddenly bloomed-- if he could use normal science to cause exacting effects to the human body, then what could this metaphysical near-magic offer him, as well?

Once the conflict started back up, his father insisted that they stay in the manor house and defend it-- nothing was more important than the House, "least of all you, boy." Godfrey responded by introducing his father to an alchemically-altered cordyceps, and watched as he climbed to the top of the house's highest peripet, shambling to the edge and, with great effort contrariwise, threw himself to the ground, smashing his head into the stone pathway. He disappeared, taking a large portmanteau of his chemical tools and supplies with him, into the relative safety of one of the bigger cities in Sibelis proper, where he developed a reputation as the young boy with the green eyes and the poison touch. His manservant Bertram, too, disappeared, but try as he might, Godfrey could find neither hide nor hair of his beloved companion.

He took up residence in the streets of the city, and using his talents as a scientific and alchemical virtuoso, was soon able to gather enough resources to afford a shopfront, from which he sold his medicines and tinctures during the day, and slept in at night. The time he did not spend in chemical pursuits was spent evenly between the practice of fencing, which Bertram had loved so and which Godfrey learned almost by osmosis until he was an accomplished formal duelist, and sleeping around... So long as they met his ever-changing tastes that week.

CANON PERSONALITY: Godfrey is the kind of person one would expect to see at a fancy bar, with a snifter of brandy, sitting at a table in a dimly-lit corner. He is not one to shy away from conflict, but will do his best to avoid actual violence because he's not built for it. When it comes to a formal one-on-one duel, with sword or pistol, he is more than capable of winning, but in the heat of a fistfight or a battlefield, his modus operandi is to run away retreat to a safe location. His taste in lovers changes almost constantly, based primarily on what color of hair or style of dress he finds attractive that week. He is charming, perhaps frighteningly so, but romantically he is largely incapable of sustaining a relationship with anyone for more than a few weeks at most. He gets bored too quickly.
A point of contention for Godfrey has always been that he believes that alchemy and science are inherently better and more efficient than the magical equivalents of his work.

POINT OF DEPARTURE: Not applicable, as far as I can tell?
ABILITIES: Godfrey's only supernatural ability is an affinity for making use of classical alchemy in his chemical pursuits, allowing for the production of things like temporary mind-control drugs, undetectable poisons, and causing grotesque or eldritch effects upon the poison having taken effect. Combat-wise, he's decent with a saber, rapier, or foil but nothing heavier, and has experience using pistols for dueling purposes and by extension general use. He has considerable skill in medicine and can generally stabilize patients and fix wounds or sicknesses, given enough time to treat them.
INVENTORY: Godfrey's go-to weapon of last resort is a saber that belonged to his manservant, which he will carry at night or when in dangerous locales. He usually has with him at least 5 vials of varying poisons and their corresponding antidotes , ranging in intensity from mild paralysis or nausea to near-instant death.

ANYTHING ELSE WE SHOULD KNOW? He is a slightly frail individual, in exchange for having the knowledge and dexterity he has accumulated. His family line has a history of hemophilia, so he takes any injury he receives far more seriously than others would for the same level of intensity. His only self-consciousness comes from the scars that were left by his father's discipline, which spread over a large portion of his back. To that end, he has an aversion to being without some kind of shirt or jacket, even during intimate moments.

M A R K S: Not dissimilar from the scars he already carries on his back, one particular mark on his left shoulder blade is a slightly darker color with sharper edges. It seems to look like a set of Roman numerals... no, that couldn't be. That's too coincidental.
JUSTIFICATION: The High Priestess, the Lovers, or the Empress may do well for their connections with sexuality and relationships, since Godfrey's proclivity for making brief connections with others manifests as frequently as he can have it. He may also have affinity for Judgment because of his, ah... secondary occupation of poisoning those that deserve it. Being that it is my first character in this game, I will of course defer to your decisions here.
VETO: None~

S A M P L E S:
ACTIONSPAM SAMPLE:
[Early] Hello, er, friends? I'm told that you all can hear me when I make this sort of connection to leave thoughts here. It's not exactly the most intuitive of concepts to wrap one's head around, you understand, for someone like myself. We seem to have quite a collection of ragtag folk here. I hope that I will find myself welcomed!
Of course, I understand that friendship does not come without some kind of usefulness in places like this. As per such, should you find yourself ailed or injured, I will do my best to restore you to working order. I'm Godfrey Hildebrand, formerly royal alchemist for the King of Sibelis, at your service. It's a pleasure to meet you all.
[Later] How difficult is it to get an ounce of fulminating gold in this blasted place? You'd think that these people would be cltured enough to have a chemist's shop somewhere, but I seem to attract disappointment here. As if fulminating gold weren't hard enough, there's not a single attractive young woman here. Hear, friends, does anyone have any saltpeter or gunpowder? If I can't get any FG, then some other explosive agent will have to do.

Re: Godfrey Hildebrand, Alchemist (2/2)

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PROSE SAMPLE:
(This is from a collaboration I did with this character some time ago. My work is in normal case, and my collaborator's, italic.) The front of Godfrey's shop had been converted to a partial infirmary after the wounded had trickled back home. Those that had infections, sicknesses, or wounds that magic would not fix fully were split into the places in the city that had the capability to care for them in their convalescence, and his Alchemy Square was no exception. A bit of a reputation with the locals for having affordable and effective medicines and health supplements may have helped in bringing him to the attention of the Guard, who'd half-requested, half-requisitioned his space.

Honestly, he didn't mind very much. Business on the front end had been slightly slow of late, and he welcomed the government-sponsored clientele. He busied himself with the rows of bottles and jars on the shelf behind his counter, taking a close inventory of his stocks. He'd need to get more supplies for his work soon, probably.

"How're you feeling today, Cliff?" he casually called over his shoulder to the man who sat on a makeshift cot near his door.

"Right well, an' there's no doubt there, son!" replied the man with a hearty belly laugh. "Another day or so an' a bit more o' tha' salve an' I'll be out o' your hair, sure."

Godfrey grinned. He liked Cliff. He'd be a bit sorry to see him go, but then, he was one of the last few patients left in his shop. The silence and privacy would be nice to have again. It was surprisingly difficult to carry on his... other business when people were staying in the front of his shop. He set to mixing another batch of antiseptic.

Suddenly, the door swung open, and a rather frantic-looking man trundled in, followed by the lady that always bought flower supplements from his shop. The man was out of breath, but the lady smiled warmly. "Godfrey! Good day to you! This man says he needs an alchemist, and I told him I'd show him the best one in town," she said.

Godfrey bowed slightly, and winked. "Surely you're in the wrong shop, then," he said, and they both chuckled a bit. "My name is Godfrey. I'm an alchemist, yes. What can I do for you?"

Sampson hadn't really been ready for the sudden change of scene. He hadn't even really spoken to the flower lady, had just been mumbling nervously to himself, and then the next thing he knew he had found himself being pushed along. When the shop came into sight, he briefly recognized it; after all, the Guard was regularly using it, so he had heard of it many times, and had it pointed out to him once or twice as well. What he didn't quite understand was how alchemy would come into play here, but Sampson was no expert on medicine and its related arts. He was well aware of that fact, at least.

Once more, Sampson's hand tussled his own hair, before he spoke. "Sorry to bother you, truly. I have quite a large list, and..." He didn't know whether it was a good idea to mention Revali or not yet, so he chose to err on the side of caution and continued with, "a mage needs them, quite quickly. However, I didn't recognize all the ingredients, and I was rushed and... I apologize..."

He held the list forwards then, with both hands. With half of it smudged or illegible and most of the other half most likely misspelled thanks to the complicated nature of the ingredients, calling it a mess would be being nice to Sampson.

"Do you possibly recognize... anything at all, and can provide it?"


There was something almost comical about the way the man half-mumbled his request. Godfrey kept his chuckle behind locked doors, though, and took the list from his hands. A mage, huh? Must be one of the healers. Let's take a look... he thought.

"Surely," he began, and looked over the list for a moment. "...saltpeter, that's potassium nitrate-- I have some here. Poisonous mushrooms? I might have some amanita bisporigera samples, but those are really dangerous. Wonder why they would-- oh, oil of vitriol, this must be for getting rid of some kind of septic infection. This list is pretty varied," he said, looking back up to the man. "I have a lot of this stuff, but there's a bunch of really esoteric materials on this list. I don't know if I am comfortable just handing it over to you, if you'll pardon my forwardness. It's simply that many of these items are poisonous or noxious, and if they were to be lost or something, might cause trouble. And, as you can see," he said, and gestured toward Cliff, "my shop is nearly free of trouble now."

As he talked, he began gathering bottles, jars, and little parcels from the shelves behind the counter. For some of the more... interesting ingredients, however, he'd have to duck into the back and gather them from his other work's supplies. Not that he had any other work, of course-- he was just a chemist. Of course.

"I can get you a lot of what's on this list, certainly, and I would be happy to accompany you to wherever it is that you would deign to take them. After all, there would be the matter of payment for these materials, as well..."

The sizable ka-chunk of the bag of coins on the counter set him at ease. He stuck it in a little lockbox behind the counter. "I've got a little cart outside we can use. Minus the stuff I can't figure out what it is, we should be able to get it all in one go if you help with this," he said, arranging the items into bags and baskets. "...cordyceps? Really?... Anyway, I should be ready in a few minutes. Just off to lock up the back."

While the rest of the shop was rather sparsely furnished with basic furniture and the like, the door into the back of the shop was a sturdier one by far, heavier and shod with iron around the outside. There were three locks on the door, each with a different key. Godfrey nonchalantly fished the keys out of different pockets, locked them up tightly, and sighed. "Cliff, if you need any more of the salve, I'll leave it here on the counter. Don't use too much or you'll hallucinate, though," he added.

It wasn't often that he closed up shop during the day, but if the king and his dumb magicians wanted him, then it was wiser probably to not refuse. Plus, having gotten outside, he could finally see what the neighborhood kids had been doing to his shop front all morning-- red ribbons and flowers were strewn across his doorway in a way that only urchins could have done. He shook his head a bit, and sighed.

"Lead the way, Mister Sentinel." Laden with a basket, a bag, and a cartful of bottles, jars, and boxes of varying sizes and shapes, he fancied that they looked like what the old snake-oil salesmen of yore would look like as they travelled township to township. Likely, those salesmen would not have nearly half as many volatile substances and putrid ingredients with them, but hey. Looks are looks.

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*Overlapping voices squabble loudly in the common area.*
"That's sounded like a challenge to me!"
"Piña that was most definitely not a-"
"FIGHT ME YOU SON OF A BI-"
"PiñA NO! "


This is going to be one hell of a ride.

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Shinji Ikari | Neon Genesis Evangelion

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P L A Y E R;
NAME: Matt
AGE: 33
PLAYER JOURNAL: mattnificent @ plurk
TIMEZONE: CST
CONTACT: plurk!
OTHER CHARACTERS PLAYED: Seta Souji

C H A R A C T E R;
NAME: Ikari Shinji
CANON: Neon Genesis Evangelion, original anime canon.
POINT IN CANON: Episode 20
AGE: 14
APPEARANCE: https://i.imgur.com/0NffEN7.png
CANON HISTORY: https://wiki.evageeks.org/Shinji_Ikari#Character_Summary
CANON PERSONALITY:
Shinji is passive, sensitive, needy, and resentful. His lonely upbringing, with no family and little interpersonal contact, lead him to be introspective, wary of others, and maladjusted and socially awkward. Simultaneously, Shinji yearns for acceptance, love, or even simply to be needed - and he rejects those needs, feeling he is safer alone, that close contact with others is a source of pain, and the expectations of others will lead to disappointment. Because of this, he vacillates between a willingness to obey orders and pilot Evangelion, and a complete rejection of his role as a pilot, fleeing not the physical conflict and pain so much as the psychological weight of others’ expectations. His father and even Misato use him, but piloting Eva does not automatically win their approval. His classmates fear him or resent the damage he does to the city as much as they praise him. Why accept the fate of the world when it means the whole world will be disappointed in him?

Shinji considers himself unworthy of saving, or loving, or praise; since he has so seldom received help or emotional support, he concludes it is because he does not deserve them, and hates himself. He recognizes his cowardice and caprice and is repelled by them, but the extreme pressure of being a pilot would break anyone; he can’t find it in himself to mindlessly accept these dangers, and so he continues to be indecisive, sometimes leaping into the fray to help Rei, or Toji and Kensuke, sometimes wandering the city alone or actively fleeing.

Shinji bears within himself a deep well of resentment and frustration for the way he has been treated by his father and the unfairness of his circumstances, but as a powerless and neglected child, he has learned that expressing that frustration does not improve his situation, and so bitterly, he hides it, expressing it only in battle or in brief outbursts.

Shinji is, beneath this damage (which we have reason to believe is the result of deliberate calculation to produce the qualities of psychological fragility and malleability necessary in an Evangelion pilot), compassionate, sensitive, artistic. He likes playing the cello, relaxing with friends, listening to music, playing with kittens. While his curiosity is stunted because curiosity makes one vulnerable and open to rejection, someone who met Shinji in a low-stakes circumstance would find him quiet, shy, but quick to smile or laugh - sweet and innocent. He’s good at domestic tasks, cleaning and cooking, and he’ll gladly do favors for others and is more concerned with their safety and happiness than his own (although in part because he craves their approval and does not consider his own wellbeing worth investing energy in).

These contradictions - selfish, needy, resentful, cowardly, capricious -- sweet, diligent, empathetic, compassionate, attentive, receptive -- are at the core of Shinji Ikari. His awareness of the conflicts is the (internal) cause of his anxiety (with the overwhelming pressures of his environment being the outward cause).

POINT OF DEPARTURE: no point of departure at this time. I’m interested in potentially integrating other versions of Shinji’s canon experiences in later dungeons.
VETERAN?: No.
ABILITIES: Shinji has the extremely rare ability to synchronize his mind, soul, &/or ego with an Evangelion. The precise nature of this ability is never explained; Evangelion likes its audience to work for answers. My assumption is that Shinji’s deliberately cultivated psychological damage permits him to subordinate his ego enough to synchronize with an Evangelion, but his damage is not so severe that he is no longer able to project an AT Field (the barrier between the self and the other).
INVENTORY: plugsuit, SDAT music player.
ANYTHING ELSE WE SHOULD KNOW?

M A R K S;
JUSTIFICATION:
Strength. Shinji is kind and gentle and does indeed possess inner strength, but he is fickle, unstable, poorly in control of himself. Strength resonates with some of his traits while emphasizing others he does not reliably possess in a way that would suggest a good relationship with his patron would foster character growth.

Fool. Shinji is the Fool of his canon, an ignorant boy on a journey of discovery, an innocent in a world of corruption. He is not yet the active, initiative-taking Magician, but still the receptive, naive soul subject to his surroundings.

Death. Shinji is depressed, psychologically wounded, subject to forces beyond his control or understanding (caught in the inescapable). This would be the most contentious and least positive match for him, but still very interesting to me as a player.

VETO: Chariot, Emperor. Chariots are decisive; Shinji is the opposite. Emperors are father figures, father figures are traumatic for Shinji in a way I’m not interested in exploring through Marks.

S A M P L E S;
ACTIONSPAM SAMPLE:

https://synodiporia-ooc.dreamwidth.org/260228.html?thread=12799364#cmt12799364

PROSE SAMPLE:

Liminal Space was crushing Shinji, a little at a time, with how relentlessly public and open it was. Even Travelers with their own rooms spent so much time with one another, literally in each other’s heads and he’d already heard how people who got too disconnected wound up in dungeons. The idea of a dungeon was even more terrifying than being seen and heard by everyone, so he found a nook in the library where other people could see him, and started reading, curled up in his chair like a turtle in its shell. He looked up furtively whenever anyone passed, especially people near his own age, people laughing or talking, being friendly…

He couldn’t run away, even if he wanted to, and trying meant risking being alone forever. Just the thought made his hand twitch, fingers clawing at the seat of the chair beside him.

Nobody was noticing him. Did he have to do something? Say something? To who? Why was it like this? His hand crept slowly to his Mark, sliding thoughtfully over the colors. Maybe - he was on a team, right? Those were the people it was most important to know, the people who had a good reason to accept him. But - who were they? Did it say anywhere?

It was somewhere to start, anyway. He slipped a bookmark into his book and stood up, moving to scan the shelves, only making a slight noise of protest when he looked back a few minutes later and found that his bookmark had disappeared out of the pages. The thought of vanishing like that - just that quickly, and who would know? - made him stretch out and connect his mind to the network, flinching at the sound of voices in his head, but speaking up nevertheless.

Hello? Um, can everyone hear me?
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But Get your original flavor assassin here!

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