Behold! The unseen documents of a dedicated scientist, destined to defy danger as he delves into the dark mysteries of the world!
In the style of H.G. Wells, it is not altogether important as to the man's exact appearance, but rather more into his style and walk of life. People are not simply what the eyes may see, after all. On that note, however, there are some attributes that can be tied to Daryl. He is 28, and fairly handsome. He has a sort of Rod Taylor look about him, brown-haired and brown-eyed, light skinned, walking through life with his mind usually on something else instead of what's in front. He dresses casually to classically, the outright joining of the noble class and the working class through the practicality of need. He doesn't shirk the work, though he can afford to do so, and thus Daryl is reasonably skilled in physique. Not the captain of his anything, but hardly a weak and flimsy fellow, either.
Now, we mention his attire, and it is sometimes important, because the wardrobe of the man may include some things that are edging on the eccentric. As stated, he has a penchant for the classy and comfortable, but also adopts the work clothes and beyond for any moment which could see things get messy, dangerous, dangerously messy, or that he's simply in the lab working. Daryl hails from that part of the world which has brought forth the Gentleman Explorer. Indeed, he is a member of that illustrious group. But even still, should you find him cast in a particular gear and donning a specialized mask, you'll want to move from the immediate vicinity.
A man of science, content to while the hours in a lab just to create something new or review something curious in life. What Daryl sees in a testtube, a pile of random parts, or some random part of life is anybody's guess...at least until he gives it form. This man is a dreamer, and what he dreams he molds like clay until it becomes what it is he's sought. It isn't fame or fortune that drives him, but rather the act of creation, the achievement of a personal goal, and the advancement of mankind. Capital and expense are mere tools or even obstacles to the next big discovery, just around the corner. Thus, he is brilliant, but sometimes a little absent-minded, an eccentric. And umm...he is also not afraid to delve into the forbidden and the strange, at times.
That's his pursuit of knowledge in a nutshell, but what of the man himself? Well, the first thing is that Daryl is something of a kinder man. All in all, he wants to help others. It's just that not all of his actions are entirely helpful. Some, in fact, have required him to pay for damages, or AT LEAST cobble up a way to fix it. So, he is one to support others in their endeavours and make the life of man easier. The other thing is once he gets a crazy sort of idea in his head, it's very difficult to dislodge it, since you are trying to convince a man of intelligence that his actions may not yield perfect (or even good) results. This is important. He is a good man, but he has that air of confidence in his abilities. Also...while he is usually against just outright shooting someone, he DOES work with explosives.
An Inventive Mind - Daryl is gifted with a mind that sees parts and chemicals and the lot as pieces of a puzzle that he can swiftly solve. This leads him to piece together other ideas of an intricate nature together, as well, but it is mainly aimed at his passion for creation and innovation, stemming from childhood and fueled by his education in the physical sciences...with a minor in art. There are some who even call him Professor.
Reputation and Connections - For good or for ill, he is known for having a good mind and a good heart, and certainly a practical ability, which is why other people of his circle of innovators would recognize his name and be reasonably well-received...provided he hasn't caused any property damage in the area. Daryl is also a member of The Society for Gentlemen Explorers. Other members of City Councils and such may ALSO know him...though maybe only begrudgingly.
Special Equipment - Because his work and his travels can get dangerous at times, Daryl has a number of things that he himself put together for use, the most-recognizeable of which is his Plague Doctor Mask, which filter gas, magnify objects, protect his face from sudden hazards, and is aerodynamically-sound for aviation purposes. He also has a set of protective clothes for extreme circumstances, though these are only any good if he prepared them beforehand. Another device would be the APAC (All-Purpose Air-Compressor), a pistol device with a barrel deviced to have most anything you want launched out to be fired from it. Such may include grappling hooks, mountain climbing pitons, gas bombs, explosive bombs, and more! The afore-mentioned bombs (or just concoctions in general) are, in fact, of his own devising and will be sometimes as varied as there are elements on the periodic table. (Daryl doesn't like outright killing people, though, and rarely does.) These things and others like them can be found on his belt, in a pack, or cleverly stashed away, as needed.
The Society for Gentlemen Explorers - A gentleman's club for adventurers, centered in London, England. Although Daryl is not a high-ranking member here, he is that one eccentric whom people find interesting and best left to their own devices unless they need him for something...and thus it is equally-so that Daryl can ask for the odd favor on their end to facilitate his own needs. It's a working relationship that hails from times in which he has done the Society great deeds, but...also has caused the occasional problem which he has had to fix. Generally in good standing, but they can't just let him have everything.
Devon Alistair - Devon is Daryl's most-trusted associate and even friend. Partly an adventurer himself, especially in the field of tracking, cave spelunking, and in dealing with rough customers, he is the more physical type who handles things in a more practical manner when the wild genius isn't the way to go. When you have a dangerous foe that needs to be off of your back while doing something delicate, Devon's your man. He's the sane man in this group who makes sure Daryl gets through things alive...and is often surprised when he gets out of a situation intact.
The Mad Baron, AKA...Morten Forcen - It is, without a doubt, that family can be both the closest and the furthest away. Starting with a complex in which he rejected his own name, Daryl's older brother started a life in defiance of convention and reason that caused a breakdown in family relations, a breakdown in society, and a breakdown in mind. He slipped into the night of the world and it embraced his developing madness, and he was never heard from since...until he was. And when he came a'calling, things turned out rather poorly for all those involved. He is as mentally-gifted as Daryl himself, but uses it all for manipulating the poor gullible fools of the world. Starting a host of temporary aliases, he robbed many a people blind and simply vanished into crowds. Then, he made a point only to recruit the mad in order to carry out his orders, so that no testimony if caught could ever lead the authorities anywhere. They say that all the world's a stage and we are its players to fit in roles? Dear Morten takes it all as a game, and he is the one who gambles with a stacked deck, every hand memorized, and a gun under the table. If you receive a request from this man on anything at all, he already knows the answer, or he has made preparations to force you to think twice upon the matter.
It began in southern England, a modest sort of home that raised a pair of potent innovators...only for things to go so terribly wrong. The brothers, Morten and Daryl, were raised here by parents who were deep in the world of education, to accrue and pass along knowledge to the next generation. It was such a simple thing: Encourage them to learn at an early as and see the precise threshold of true higher learning could begin. Morten was the older brother, but while they both seemed to really get into it at the age of five, Daryl went into his own little world sometimes and emerged with unusual ideas which some could call a budding child-like genius. Morten was not lacking in ability in any way, but while impressive...he did seem to eye his brother suspiciously whenever this occurred. A small resentment began to form, one that started with the almost joke-like quality in the name he'd been given at birth. It made him irritable, to question why people do what they do. He wondered if his younger brother somehow cheated, and observed him, but no...he dreamed. He dreamed such things in his sleep and in his imaginings that Morten could see the gears of intricate clockwork fashioning itself in his head. It was ironic that while Daryl was a born innovator, his older brother was more the philosopher and psychological genius.
Both brothers moved upward at a great pace. When Daryl was ten, he really started to put together devices, as he found his brother doing plenty of times. One time, when there was a well-renowned scholar at home, he went to show the man a sample of his work - he built a better mouse trap - but Morten 'accidentally' broke it to garner attention to his own creation. This started the first real fight, and Morten was almost shocked that Daryl would actually resort to violence. Daryl shocked himself, as well, and relented. But that was...how it all started, and possibly how it might end. He started seeing less and less of his brother, and indeed it was hard for even their parents to keep an eye on him, at times. Attempts were made to bring him back into the fold, to get him to see reason and not act out or cause trouble in the household, but alas...it was to no avail. One night, Daryl and his parents had gone out to dinner, and when they returned...the house was on fire. It was utterly ruined, no chance at saving it, and only a fraction of any possessions inside could ever be saved. They did not worry for whether or not Morten was inside, because they knew he was not. You see, he left them all a message.
IT COULD HAPPEN ANYWHERE, TO ANYONE, AT ANY TIME. THINK ABOUT IT.
From there, it was Daryl's game alone, for a while. His parents needed to pick up their lives and somehow recuperate the loss while he needed to really begin his education in proper. A number of strings pulled and votes of sympathy allowed him to enroll in a decent boarding school, where - perhaps in avoidance of his problems, or because he was the way he was - Daryl threw himself into his studies and thought of little else. Complex equations and creations of his own devising do not lie, break his stuff, or burn his house down...mostly. Unfortunately, some DID cause damages, and that got him a sort of ill-repute, at times, which followed him to the university he eventually took part in. He ignored most people who called him a lunatic, knowing that they were merely afraid, while he embraced his creative genius almost without fear. This could've led to several injuries, however, if another hadn't stepped his way, that being Devon Alistair.
Devon was not pursuing the double Masters that Daryl was. He was in studies enough to gain a Bachelors in something useful to help his own simple honest working family, and thus always found himself as some sort of backbone to those in need. Daryl wasn't terribly monied, and he knew that his own parents had struggled to give him the education he needed, thanks to his brother. He wanted to help Devon, though. Ironically, the two did not actually become real friends until the fateful night when Daryl actually heard from his brother again. It was a simple notice left under his dorm room door 'Anywhere, to anyone, at any time...just like that night.' that had Daryl running to load his prototype air-compression device to fire something lethal at his brother, when Devon stopped him and wanted to know what was going on. He would not let Daryl just start shooting things into the night, so after taking the impromptu weapon, he heard out the tale...on the way to the main boiler of the university, the place he felt his brother would most-likely be.
His brother was nowhere to be found, but the boiler had been set to slowly and inevitably overpressure - an act which would cause it to BURST if not checked - and a man had been killed right next to it, his blood used to scrawl a note in his hand, simply stating 'CORRECT'. The boiler going up without someone noticing was never guaranteed, but it might have done even if the dead man - the engineer responsible for maintaining it - had been discovered. The word 'Correct' could be seen in two ways. It was correct of Daryl to guess that the problem - like with his family house - was that something was going to burn, and that this would be the location in which it would likely occur. However...it was also an open test to anyone, to 'correct' the mistake in the valves that led to this carefully-calculated explosion waiting to happen. This event found Daryl helping out Devon in his studies - he took geological studies to know the physical world at its grittiest - even though he had little money himself to spare. The two would leave the university afterwards and eventually go into business for themselves, using whatever sparse connections Daryl had to support the science and innovation of their work, and to explore and study what the world had to offer.
He eventually heard of the Opportunity Knox affair through The Society of Gentleman Explorers, which he had become a member of through such exploits that had stirred quiet admiration while also furrowing some brows with concern. He hadn't been perfect in his endeavours. No doubt, his brother laughed behind the scenes whenever something of his failed, but it was a case of more success than not, so it was decided that Daryl was indeed something of a boon to the world. That's why, for best or the worst, they would send him.
Preferred Music Style:
Mainly those of a classical nature, but Daryl is not against modern music, per se. It's just that it's more a curiosity to him, sometimes, than an art form. Devon is entirely with it, himself.
Other Notes of Interest:
MORE NEWS AS IT DEVELOPS!!
My apologies for taking so long. I had SUCH a crippling headache, and medication doesn't even work on me.
Arghhh. Is this going to become one of those stupidly accurate military history stories where we spend paragraphs describing our " Lee–Enfield bolt action magazine fed blah blah blah ..."
If that's the case, then Chesa is carrying the "YX-350 Wind Horse" rifle, manufactured by yetis in the secret Tibetan factory. It fires special bullets made of compressed yak's milk and is powered by tantric magic.
Tatiana Yusopova - White Russian Mercenary formerly a Lieutenant of Roman von Ungern-Sternberg - Currently in the employ of the Thule Society
The Thule Society - Proto Nazi's with the goal of restoring the Aryan Race to its supposed proper place. The Society is deeply steeped in their own corrupt interpretations of Theosophy. The Thule society provides meaning to the life of many disillusioned German veterans of the Great War with its appeals to nationalism and racial destiny. Many of the members of the Thule Society will go on to become SS officers, including failed chicken farmer and general douchebag Heinrich Himmler
Members of the Thule Society under the command of Tatiana Yusapova boarded the zepplin in Paris with the intent of stealing the journals. They posed as a noble woman and her servants until they neared the American coast where they killed everyone on board with the plan of parachuting to the ground once they reached the coast.
There are currently a dramatically appropriate number of German thugs aboard along with Yusapova who his currently in a fist fight with Opportunity.