Name: Marcellus Francis Dumont (formerly Marko Franjo Dumont)
Darke Name: Okram
Age: 47
Birthday: February 19th
Birthplace: Marram Marshes
Residence: Chief Hermetic Scribe Quarters - the Manuscriptorium
Gender: Male
Education: Alchemie Tutoring, Scribe Training
Position: Chief Hermetic Scribe
Alignment: Lawful Evil
Height: 6' 2"
Weight: 162lbs/11st 8lbs
Build: Average, lean.
Eyes: Icy Blue
Hair: Black
Skin Tone: Pale
Tattoos/Scars/Piercings: Due to a rare skin condition, his entire body is covered in warped, scarred looking tissue.
Personal Style: When Marcellus is in a situation where he even has the chance to be seen by others, he covers every possible inch of skin possible. Others tend to have very poor reaction to seeing his deformity, so he keeps it under wraps. As a man who honors tradition, he is almost always seen wearing hooded dark blue robes of the scribes in as standard a way possible (usually with the hood up). However, he doesn't leave it at just the robe. Around his midsection he wears a belt that contains two notable, but hidden items: a baselard dagger and a pistol in a holster.
Over the robe and the belt, Marcellus wears a dark blue houppelande (long outerwear robe. Think of something like a graduation gown) either made of thick wool during the winter, or alchemically treated linen in the summer (enhanced to breathe better and keep cool). On his hands are well used, but sturdy leather gloves, and uncharacteristically, his feet are housed in tough steel toe boots. However, the most characteristic piece of clothing Marcellus wears is the mask that covers his entire face, usually leaving only his eyes and the immediately surrounding area to be the only parts of his body seen by others.
Patient * Ego * Disciplined * Grudge-Holder * Orderly * Strict
Sexuality: Heterosexual
Relationship Status: N/A
Personality: Dumont's personality is most clearly demonstrated through his domain of influence: The Manuscriptorium itself. Since gaining control of it from his inept, corrupt predecessor, Dumont radically restructured the entire organization from the ground up. First he started by removing the entirety of the senior faculty, only rehiring the ones he felt were actually capable of the job. Nowadays, the organization is the picture of efficiency. Everyone from the lowest junior clerk to the oldest Inspector clerks follow procedure to a T. Every book is drawn and placed exactly where it is determined in the filing system he created specifically for their exclusive use.
And in those halls, Dumont has power transcending what is normally wielded by the Chief Hermetic Clerk. Although his formal list of powers has not changed a bit since first taking up the position, his mere presence makes his subordinates sit up straighter and pay him attention. On the rare occasions that he speaks, his words fall with authority, as if every utterance became Law. Failure is tolerated to an extent, but insubordination is not. But above all else, the wellbeing of the Castle is stressed above all else. The Manuscriptorium controls the Castle's information, and if they were to be lax in their duties, they could lead to its very destruction through negligence.
Habits: Pulling his gloves tighter, lacing his fingers together
Hobbies: Oil Painting
Fears: - The collapse of the Castle
- Marsh Pythons
- Being touched
Likes: - Peace
- Efficiency
- The Castle
- Sunny Weather
- His Mother
- Time alone
Dislikes: - Cowards
- Showing his face to others
- Incompetence
- Chaos
- Violence
- People who don't wash their hands after using the bathroom
General Skills: - Intimidate - The ability to frighten someone, whether by threats or awe, with the goal of having them carry out one's wishes.
- Intermediate Alchemical Properties - the knowledge of how to manipulate the properties of matter with the application of energy and various processes. This also includes knowledge of prominent pieces of lore in Alchemie.
- Cultural Knowledge (Eastern Snowplains) - the knowledge of the practices and customs of the Eastern SnowPlains, as well as the general structure of its society.
- Language (Serbian) - the user has complete fluency, able to read, write, and communicate in this language with ease. This skill includes the ability to mimic a Serbian accent and gives the user an increased chance of understanding other languages from this language family without prior study.
- Cooking - The ability to prepare a dish without poisoning oneself or others
- Painting- The ability to create or reproduce images, or interpretations of images, by applying paint, pigment, color or other medium to a support base.
- Pistol - The ability to use a gun with high accuracy, as well as a low chance of injuring oneself. This includes knowledge of how to craft Named bullets.
Cultural Skills: - Regional Knowledge - (Marram Marshes) - the knowledge of how to navigate the hazardous terrain of the Marram Marshes without great trouble. This includes basic survival skills for swamp type settings, as well as basic creature handling for all creatures that call the Marshes its home.
- Marsh Creature Handling - The ability to keep creatures at bay without drawing blood and to intuitively understand a creature's intentions. This skill only works on creatures native to the Marram Marshes.
- Boating - The ability to pilot a small water craft, such as a rowboat or canoe, without capsizing.
Occupational Skills:- Sketching - The ability to capture an image, whether real or imagined, by putting ink on paper.
- Cartography - The study and practice of making maps. Users are proficient in communicating spatial information, as well as knowledgeable of minor restorative techniques for damaged maps.
- Preservation - The ability to preserve an artifact, such as a scroll or a book.
- Live Map - The ability to read and properly use the Live Map, which reflects the current ongoings of the Castle.
- Translation - The ability to translate between various modern languages. Users are proficient in all languages commonly spoken at the Castle. This does not include more uncommon languages, such as Serbian.
- Ancient Language (German) - The ability to read, write, communicate in, and translate an old out of use language. This language must be declared at the time of character creation and cannot be changed.
- Court Etiquette - The knowledge of how to act with regards to the Castle's Royal Family and other visiting nobles. This includes awareness of proper manners of address and customs.
What Is On Your Person: - Clothing - Mask (Alchemically enhanced so once adorned, cannot be removed without the wearer's desire; at the cost of scarring the wearer's face), dark navy houppelande, concealed gun holster, dark blue scribe robes, leather gloves, steel toed boots
- 10mm Pistol, worn under the left armpit, contains a 15 round clip
- Scribe pen
- Wallet containing cash
- Baselard, stashed in the belt, at the side
- Daily Planner
- Hankerchief
Residence: Max 7 - This is your stash basically - all your items that are not on you at all times. General things need not be listed like a bed, blanket and so forth. Somethings are just a given. But things like Weapons stash, books, files on people, books, special mementos, and so forth are something that need to be listed out and very detailed. Make sure to know that this will be updated through out the RP - weapons get lost, ropes break. Again, keep this grounded in reality. You won't have an arsenal! Bare bones to start folks.
- Alchemie equipment
- Box of 200 pistol rounds
- His mother's journals
- Old cross salvaged from his childhood home
- Half a set of plate armor (gauntlets, pauldron, chestplate)
Your Path: Marcellus' reasons for joining the Manuscriptorium were initially based purely in need. Still considered a kid, and alone to fend and feed for himself, he needed to find some way of staying off the streets. Being the sharp kid that he was, the three most obvious answers were the Wizard Tower, becoming an Alchemist's apprentice, or becoming a scribe. His mother had conditioned him to view Wizards as a close-minded cowardly lot, so trying to do anything concerning them would be a last resort.
He certainly possessed the knowledge and skillset to try making it as an alchemist; however, even though he liked alchemie to a degree, he didn't want to resign himself to walking in his family's footsteps. Such a linear lifepath was beneath him. On top of all this, becoming a scribe was the least exclusive option of the three, making it the safest as far as trying to get bread on the table.
After working his way up from a Junior Clerk to Inspection Clerk over the years through hard work, cunning and luck he saw he predecessor banished from the Castle due to abuse of power. The ritual for selecting the next Chief Hermetic Clerk proceeded as usual, and his pen was chosen however that thing worked itself out. Since then, (roughly a decade or so) he's been in control of the entire Manuscriptorium.
General History: Marko Dumont never knew his father, and his mother never told him much about him. Apparently he was a Castle native, and he passed on his last name, but that was the extent of the information that was ever fed to him. However, his absence of a relationship with one parent was completely inverted with regards to his other guardian: Đurađa.
She had constructed a home for just the two of them out in the Marram Marshes. It wasn't the ideal place to raise a child, but it grew to have a certain charm to it. Throughout his childhood Đurađa would regale to her son a wide variety of stories: that of her homeland in the Eastern Snowplains, the grand Castle that stood proud outside of the marshes, and folk stories and fairy tales she had grown up being told. When asked why they lived in the Marshes rather than the wondrous castle she spoke at length about, she merely stated that they were behind the times and wouldn't take kindly to Marko's unique beauty.
Marko knew to stay outside of the laboratory where his mother conducted her experiments, but curiosity would occasionally get the better of him. Initially she reacted with fury and would berate him for endangering himself recklessly; he wasn't well enough to assist her in her work. However, as the years went by, she slowly allowed him to learn more and more of her trade. According to her, she was attempting to create what she described as "The Missing Седми Гем."
One night, when he was around 14 (they didn't celebrate birthdays, so his age is something of an estimate), he was roused from his slumber by a sudden explosion from the Lab. In a panic, he ran to the room, to find a massive hole where the Southern wall used to be, with a fire at its edges, slowly consuming the rest of the house. His mother's body lay motionless on the floor, half her skin blown off.
The foundation of his life had fallen out from underneath him, and in that moment, he was tempted to just stand there and let himself drown in despair as the fire took him with the rest of the house. But something drove him to act. It would not lie down and be snuffed out like a common moth. It told him to save whatever he could and get out. So he grabbed what he could of Đurađa's alchemie journals, the mask she had him wear on the rare trips they would take to the Castle, and a memento before he fled his old, burning, charming childhood home.
Now alone in the Marshes, Marko knew he needed to go somewhere with people. He wouldn't be able to survive in the Marshes as he was. Immediately the grandoise, proud Castle his mother had always told him about sprang to mind. Yes, there would be where he'd be able to live now. Once he had managed to find proper residence in the Castle, Marko discarded his old name, favoring a more familiar version of it for those residing within the castle walls. Now Marcellus, he spent much time pouring over the remains of Đurađa's work and thinking. From these thoughts sprang forth a plan. Now all that he needed was the means to enact it.
Thoughts on Queen Meliscente: Dumont knows that the Queen was murdered, and that it was done by Magykal means. There is no doubt in his mind that is the case. And he is also fairly certain how exactly the deed was carried out, although he lacks the physical proof to back up what is at the time, merely conjecture. Who exactly committed the crime is an unknown, but the perpetrator being a witch or foreigner of some sort seem like the most likely scenarios.
Character Quote: "Rebirth from the ashes."
Theme Song: Ironside 02x08Anything Else: Actually can't think of any wizards or witches I like right now.
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