Name: Dr. Jorvin Wainright

Species: Human.

Age: 39.

Gender: Male.

Personality: A soft spoken man, often resigned to his studies. When focused on a task, he is determined to get said task complete, no matter what it requires of him. His nature is not timid, and he does hold conviction in his beliefs, but he is open minded about things.

Appearance: [img]https://www.graduateaffairs.com/images/academic_regalia/BIshopRondaldRMayoNewCDPIcs003.jpg[/img]

Powers: Alchemy

[u]Applications[/u]

Barriers: He can resurrect defensive walls and shields from natural elements [earth and its subelements, fire, water and its subelements.]

Offense: He can transmute the solid elements (earth and its sub-elements, ice as a sub element of water) into weapons if necessary.

Elemental Manipulation: Dr. Wainwright has remote control over the five elements and can use them for varying effects. He is not an elemental kineticist, however. That is, he cannot move, lift, or generate any of the elements from thin air without altering the necessary molecules and bonds to create the element. What is not already available for use is usually outside of his control.



Strengths: His understanding and aptitude for alchemy is renown. He is a master scholar and a studious man, apt to gathering and deciphering information concerning natural habitats of most kinds.

Weaknesses: His knowledge elsewhere is limited. That is, he has great knowledge about select things, but is ignorant to much else. He often favors logic over emotion and does not always display empathy toward others. What is stagnant remains stagnant. If he violates the routine course of nature, he pays with his physical and mental health.

Background: He received his dual baccalaureate degrees in philosophy and chemistry. Both of which are the basic applications of advanced alchemy. He was a tremendous student, receiving a single A- in his entire undergraduate career. After he graduated [i]summa cum laude[/i] he took two years off to independently study the workings of chemicals, receiving an apprenticeship with a research organization where he assisted several of the of the world's best scientists before going on to continue his education at UC-Berkeley where he prepared a graduate thesis on the [i]Reaction of Chemicals in the Natural World: A Philosophical and Scientific Look At The Ethics of Alchemy[/i].
	
	Upon presenting his thesis and earning his Master's, he pursued subsequent Ph.D's for philosophy and chemistry at Harvard. It is here that his interest (and his ability to apply) alchemic transformations to the elements manifested. Years of study in his "field" (alchemy was not a well-trodden path in acadamia, Wainwright was a trailblazer in this respect) fostered his growth and refinement of practicing alchemy in its more natural forms. He has always been well-aware of the dark side of his pursuit, and consciously stays away from such areas, for he knows what the cost is. Six years into his doctoral studies, he receives his dual Ph.D's in philosophy and chemistry for his work. His dissertation, which he recently published as a full book, [i]Breaching the Natural World: Conceptual and Practical Uses of Alchemy from the Renaissance to Present Day[/i] has become a hallmark in chemistry circles for its advancements in the mystical and ever elusive science that bridges the transcendent and the known.

	For all his research, there can be no true mastery of nature; this is a maxim that remains tried and true, all the great authors have warned us about the conflict man has with nature--and how in the end it will always win. This eternal conflict is what brought him to the not-so-good doctor to Faiza; during his research on elemental transportation, something went awry. He thought he had calculated the correct axis point from which to create a natural pressurized vortex for travel to and from close locations--from the bedroom to the supermarket and back. Unfortunately, he was wrong and this vortex instead flung him into an entirely new land, where two robots were waiting for him. A foreigner, he was taken to some place that resembled one of those futuristic and 'state-of-the-art' robotics and technologies factories that always claim to 'lead the way to tomorrow's future, today'--and things of that sort.

	[i]Cybertronics Unlimited[/i]. The name alone affirmed his earlier sentiments. These machines weren't (or didn't appear to be) programmed for complete annihilation of organic species. At least he'd hoped not; persuasion was only useful for him if he was presenting a dissertation, not shooting the proverbial breeze. Also, why would anyone want to do that? Such a waste of time. Suspicions aside, he was lead into an office and it was quite kept. A woman sat before him dressed in typical CEO suitpant attire. Ah, that explains it. She looked to be one of those warm and calculating types. Or maybe she wasn't--he never was the best read of a person's character, and it hadn't gotten him into much trouble this far along on the trodden path.

	He waited for her to speak, that was procedure with these sorts of things, he was sure. If all his years at teacher's conferences and faculty meetings taught him anything, the one with the fanciest suit and the nicest tie talked first and everyone else listened. He wasn't going to re-invent any wheels here (note to self: find a way to re-invent mechanical wheel, perhaps with liquid base? would make water skiing more accessible to the common man). She spoke long and arduous about the plans of her company and her goals, Wainwright added in that he was but a 'poor soul simply looking for upkeep and rest; just a weary and lost wanderer, madam'. She called his bluff, random vortexes don't appear in the middle of nowhere in Faiza. Wainwright could have sworn he saw two sparrows having a conversation on his way here. Maybe all the studying had finally broke him.

	She uncovered the real [i]telos[/i] of Wainwright's unexpected journey to this world--he was just trying to find a more efficient way for one to move themselves from the bathroom to the couch without the haggard convention people call 'walking.' There was a miscalculation of fixed axis points and a tad too much centripetal force and voila, here he was. She laughed. He laughed. She offered him refuge at the lodge if he so fancied and remarked something about how she'd keep a close eye on him and how she would make sure he spoke of no parts of this world if he ever managed to return to his own. He made no promises, but he didn't deny anything either; Jorvis just knew that one English class in 20 century post-modern theory would pay off somehow, though this was far from what he imagined.

	He was here now, and he'd best make the most of it. It wasn't like he was going to bother replicating the vortex travel any time soon if it had failed the first time, there was no telling where he'd end up next. Plus, tampering with nature's laws in such unorthodox ways was not taken lightly by the ol' Mother. He wasn't going to make her any angrier than she already was with him. So, he would bide his time and figure out a way to perfect vortex travel. Who knows, maybe this earth had natural properties different from his own: new elements to discover, new combinations! Ah, the possibilities--and the revenue--were (hopefully) endless!

[@Tergonaut]