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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:
Powers: Alchemy
Applications
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 summa cum laude 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 Reaction of Chemicals in the Natural World: A Philosophical and Scientific Look At The Ethics of Alchemy.
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, Breaching the Natural World: Conceptual and Practical Uses of Alchemy from the Renaissance to Present Day 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.
Cybertronics Unlimited. 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 telos 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
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:
Powers: Alchemy
Applications
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 summa cum laude 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 Reaction of Chemicals in the Natural World: A Philosophical and Scientific Look At The Ethics of Alchemy.
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, Breaching the Natural World: Conceptual and Practical Uses of Alchemy from the Renaissance to Present Day 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.
Cybertronics Unlimited. 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 telos 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
"Mazone Tetu. Most people pronounce it muh-zone. Pleased to meet you, my lady." Another soothing ear-to-ear grin which he often employed to show off his nigh-impeccable white teeth, a sign of wealth in his own country--though he wasn't sure how one displayed her status here.
He let some silence creep into the exchange before he drew up another batch of words.
"'Lucille', hm? Means 'light' in my native language. Why did your parents name you that?" He had picked up on the edge in her eyes easier than he picked up on her glaring stare. His own sleek hazel eyes met hers with their own disguised intentions, every second that lingered after the end of the pleasantries swelled this guise further. He couldn't quite read her, though. She certainly was elusive. It sounded like she came from a lower part of the country, or maybe he had some of his own prejudices he hadn't checked lately.
Either way, there had to be something more to this woman. After all, a woman doesn't approach a man without wanting to gain something from him. He learned that the hard way. Now, he would just have to play into her hands, and maybe she'd slip.
@Yomojo
He let some silence creep into the exchange before he drew up another batch of words.
"'Lucille', hm? Means 'light' in my native language. Why did your parents name you that?" He had picked up on the edge in her eyes easier than he picked up on her glaring stare. His own sleek hazel eyes met hers with their own disguised intentions, every second that lingered after the end of the pleasantries swelled this guise further. He couldn't quite read her, though. She certainly was elusive. It sounded like she came from a lower part of the country, or maybe he had some of his own prejudices he hadn't checked lately.
Either way, there had to be something more to this woman. After all, a woman doesn't approach a man without wanting to gain something from him. He learned that the hard way. Now, he would just have to play into her hands, and maybe she'd slip.
@Yomojo
@shylarah He wouldn't.
@Kidd Edited.
@shylarah Nah he isn't observant enough to catch the subtle thing Bel did, so I left it out lol. also what even is Izkry?!?!?!?!?!!? i swore he was German!! :( and also Walter has never encountered an accent before
He knew good and well he was bound to stick out in an environment such as this. He was, apart from his peacock-bright clothing and contrasting chocolate skin, quite different. He aptitude for 'feeling' things was refined, sharpened over decades of magic training. Tetu could always pick up someone spying him, but most of those glares lacked the predatory weight these did. He didn't even have to turn and search for the person to whom this piercing glare belonged. Whoever they were, he knew they were different. He could sense it just like he could sense the subtle movements he made when he coursed his blade up to his opponent's throat. He felt things with more sensitivity than most--and it wasn't just arbitrary "gut" feelings, either.
"Two more mochas, please. One strong, nice and black." his request rushed soft off the tip of his tongue, overt and sensual--even though that wasn't his intent.
And with that he spun around in the chair where he was met with a crowd of bodies. He spoke past them with intention, the chatter wasn't loud enough to drown out his voice.
"Observant. I like it." His words sawed through the patrons and directly at the one to whom the set of intrusive staring eyes belonged.
@Yomojo
"Two more mochas, please. One strong, nice and black." his request rushed soft off the tip of his tongue, overt and sensual--even though that wasn't his intent.
And with that he spun around in the chair where he was met with a crowd of bodies. He spoke past them with intention, the chatter wasn't loud enough to drown out his voice.
"Observant. I like it." His words sawed through the patrons and directly at the one to whom the set of intrusive staring eyes belonged.
@Yomojo
@shylarah edited for ya
@shylarah lowkey i missed the question you asked lool it wasn't even intentional.
Ivory strummed the pick through her puffs, her afro had gotten unmanageable, and the puffs themselves seemed to stick out a whole two feet. A slight exaggeration. Or was it? Nonetheless, today was a weekend and she didn't have to worry about any rules tonight. She could stay out past the streetlights! Oh, all the things she could do! Ride a skateboard, go finger painting, sky-diving, paint balling! She had never gotten the chance to explore New York on her own before, she could never fray too far, never explore enough. But tonight was the night!
She flung a bright red coat on beneath the black tanktop and fitted with blue jeans and red/white chucks. A beanie topped off her preferred street look, and it was black. Once yellow sun began to dim blue sky with red-orange flush. All across the skies night neared and the city streets grew colder. 'Normal' patrons had cleared the street and given the cold concrete to characters whose faces grew gradually more suspicious and conniving, whose garb was dark. The freaks were--in the adage of the old song--about to come out. Maybe this was the wrong night for a field trip.
She hugged the red leather coat close to her shoulders, the frigid vapor of her breath streamlined from tuckered lips. Leather, nay, fake leather was a bad fashion choice (for any occasion) especially for bitter New York wind. She was beginning to have second thoughts about this whole 'going out on the town' ordeal, and her will to continue waned with each gust. Then she saw a cafe. No, she saw warmth. There were several young people inside, and one standing outside the door with another one who also looked to be around her age. One was wearing a smooth winter jacket meld with mixes of brown and creme and capped with soft complementary buttons that ran down the front. Ivory was kind of jealous of her fashion sense, and she stood dumbfounded and stooped by admiration. Maybe she could pick up some fashion tips of her own and ditch this dusty hand-me-down her aunt used to wear in 1993 when leather jackets were vogue.
"Nice coat!" she spouted, an ear-to-ear grin chalked along fluffy cheeks.
@Demon Shinobi
She flung a bright red coat on beneath the black tanktop and fitted with blue jeans and red/white chucks. A beanie topped off her preferred street look, and it was black. Once yellow sun began to dim blue sky with red-orange flush. All across the skies night neared and the city streets grew colder. 'Normal' patrons had cleared the street and given the cold concrete to characters whose faces grew gradually more suspicious and conniving, whose garb was dark. The freaks were--in the adage of the old song--about to come out. Maybe this was the wrong night for a field trip.
She hugged the red leather coat close to her shoulders, the frigid vapor of her breath streamlined from tuckered lips. Leather, nay, fake leather was a bad fashion choice (for any occasion) especially for bitter New York wind. She was beginning to have second thoughts about this whole 'going out on the town' ordeal, and her will to continue waned with each gust. Then she saw a cafe. No, she saw warmth. There were several young people inside, and one standing outside the door with another one who also looked to be around her age. One was wearing a smooth winter jacket meld with mixes of brown and creme and capped with soft complementary buttons that ran down the front. Ivory was kind of jealous of her fashion sense, and she stood dumbfounded and stooped by admiration. Maybe she could pick up some fashion tips of her own and ditch this dusty hand-me-down her aunt used to wear in 1993 when leather jackets were vogue.
"Nice coat!" she spouted, an ear-to-ear grin chalked along fluffy cheeks.
@Demon Shinobi
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