[center][hider=Dr. Camphor][b][color=E5F3D6]Name:[/color][/b] Isaac Camphor

[b][color=E5F3D6]Age:[/color][/b] 38

[color=E5F3D6][b]Human Appearance:[/b][/color] 
A lithe figure of oil and ice. Every movement is purposeful and deliberate, from his graceful walk to the way he carefully readjusts his glasses. Slicked hair clings to his scalp, a jet black veneer, crowning his long face. His eyes seem to possess some unnatural iridescence, such is their piercing sky-blue colouration – always wide open, always studying, and always judging.

[color=E5F3D6][b]Personality:[/b][/color] 
[i][color=9999CC]Want to pick my brain, eh? Understandable; it is a thing you should envy. There is not much for me to say that a psycho-genetic screening would not manage. I am different, I know this. My neural circuitry is not wired the same as yours – it is not what most would consider “normal”. Sometimes I wonder if it can be fixed. Then I remember there is no need. I am capable of doing things, things that would shackle others with moralities and empathy – that is a hard to replace cog in this machine. I am key. [/color][/i]

[b][color=E5F3D6]Occupation:[/color][/b] 
Born with a weeping pit where a moral compass should be, this one is a research scientist at BM&M where he heads the V.A.P. Quite lacking any semblance of integrity, he unties their braided secrets, feeding threads to shadows and puppeteers who can offer vapid wealth, and yet he still sleeps ever so soundly.

[b][color=E5F3D6]History:[/color][/b]
[color=9999CC][i]My youth… My youth was not pleasant, let us begin elsewhere. How about Blackthorne? Yes, let us begin with Blackthorne and their lucrative offer. Freedom in the scientific field in no small thing, and that is what they provided. An ever so tempting morsel, but it is the so called “Miasma Infection” that kept me with them. Understanding how it works… well, I should not have to explain why it has become my passion. [/i][/color]

[b][color=E5F3D6]Infection Status:[/color][/b] Uninfected
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