Played Character Doctor Verlaine

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CHARACTER INFORMATION​

FULL NAME || Severus Verlaine.​

Aliases || Sev, Laine, Ver, Vere.
True Name || Unknown.​

HERITAGE / CULTURE || Ithanian Ailor [ ??? ] [CENSORED: EPHEMER HOMUNCULI]
AGE || 32.​

Birthdate || February 7th, 283 AC.
Sign || Aquarius.​

GENDER / PRONOUNS || He/Him
RELIGION || "The divine are heedless to the mortal plights of the world they preside over. I will not worship that which will never benefit or acknowledge me; I only envy their power."
OCCULT TYPE || Eidolon & Vortex Mage.​

Magic Schools || Entropy, Mending, Enchanting and Gateway Magic​

OCCUPATION || Renowned medical practitioner, knowledgeable in both physical and magical ailments. ​

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APPEARANCE INFORMATION​

EYE COLOR || Foggy blue.
SKIN COLOR || Sickly pale.
HAIR || Long, dark hair.
HEIGHT || 6'0
BODY TYPE || Slim.
ADDITIONAL FEATURES || Ear piercings. A bandage is always worn over the nape of his neck. ​

Spoiler: Appearance Information

Appearance Information

Appears dry, reserved, sarcastic, and only occasionally polite on first impressions.
Long black hair, loose but noticeably well-kempt, one thick graying streak through his hair.
Angular, slim shoulders and a thin, malnourished body type.
Normally wears blue, purple, black, gold and white. Always wears at least slightly heeled shoes. Generally avoids warmer colors, as they don't tend to suit him. Prefers modest but classy clothes to obscure the magical infection on half his body.
Magical infection in a deep azure tone is burned across his entire left side and is gradually spreading. Currently affects the entire left side of his torso, most of his back, his entire left arm, and down the top of his leg. No other scars to speak of.
A piece of gauze always covers a marking on the nape of his neck. The marking is a number code, A6-305.

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SKILL INFORMATION​

Hobbies and Talents ||​

Medical Hobby
Alchemy Hobby
Technology Hobby
Magical Talent​

Mechanics ||​

Ailor Mechanics.
Ephemer Homunculi Mechanics.
Eronidas Mechanic: Two independently beating hearts. [From Ephemer Mechanic IV.]​

Languages ||​

Proficient | Common, d'Ithanie,
Conversational | Kriv, Sign Language, Altalar.​

Combat Proficiencies and Abilities ||​

Attack Stat | Magic [ d17 ]
Defense Stat | Magic [ d13 ]
[ 15 / 15 points spent]​

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PROFIENCY POINTS​

Charisma || 2​

SPEECH POINT BUY…​

Political Presence
Sanctioned Presence​

Magic || 10​

Safeguard Pack [MAGICAL VARIANT]​

ARCANE POINT BUY…​

Arcane Healing
Arcane Aura
Arcane Snare
Arcane Cleanse
Arcane Barrier
Arcane Shove
Arcane Revive
Arcane Sap
Arcane Apotheosis​

Dexterity || 3​

ARCANE POINT BUY…

Ranger Tag
Ranger Companion
Ranger Shower​

Wisdom || 0

Intelligence || 0

Strength || 0

Constitution || 0

Faith || 0​

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LIFE STORY​

The act of creating life from nothing is, to some, thought to be apotheosis in its most austere form.

Man cannot create souls in the ways that the Divine can— let alone a life so untouchable to afflictions, ailments and injuries which would kill most organic, mortal beings. To create life such as this is to tread closely to the divine.

So to The Doctor, the act of creating a quintessential copy of HIMSELF, seemingly unflawed by the inherent natures which all living things abide by— A version of himself that is all-at-once longer lived, more durable, and more capable of feats the Doctor and his corporeal form could never so much as dream of accomplishing before his imminent death…

In the eyes of a perishable mortal man, this is true APOTHEOSIS.

The sole flaws with this plan, of course, were that his product would always LACK A SOUL, and that his creations would always fall victim to HUMAN IDIOSYNCRASIES.

As a man with so limited time, however, he devoted his every, breathing, conscious moment to creating a visionary. In the end, he was left with three unreplicable prototypes, and The Doctor selected the one which showcased the most control, the most potential, and the most stability.

The remaining two would be placed into an indefinite stasis, somewhere both familiar and unknown.

A perfect Ephember Homunculus. The Doctor's product was undoubtedly enviable to any truly competent individual working in the field of science.

So enviable in fact, that his boasting would draw even the gaze of the Bel-Hammon Issil; if there really were new breakthroughs they were yet unaware of, then it would be negligent not to bring such valuable progress to the fore. Any scholar as ardent as them would do the same.

On the betting table, they initially offered a large sum of cash, but The Doctor did not buy their bribe at first– so they sunk their claws deeper. In exchange for an opportunity to analyze his life's work, they would smooth over the sure flaws in the product which they- with all their antediluvian wisdom and venerable research- would more easily be able to spot. The Doctor could then take the fame for the product's ensured perfection, and they would sow the benefits of knowledge they previously lacked.

This time, the Doctor would accept their proposition; he knew something they did not. His creation WAS imperfect, if only in one way; in it, an overabundance of magic dangerously boiled beneath the surface, a spark which he could not understand and which one man such as himself could never hope to resolve alone.

Unlike human nature or the lack of a soul, however, this issue was resolvable. All he needed was for his creation to assume full control over this magic. With this, it would be most unparalleled.

Allorn loyalists, however, only ever act to their own benefit and to the benefit of their bygone civilization. What care should be afforded for a mortal Ailor man who cannot even begin to fathom their elven understanding of science and magic alike? And more than that, how could anything with such a short lifespan do anything to oppose them should they act against their bargain, most especially on the matter of Homunculi…

The Doctor did not ever have his creation returned to him; he would die trying to reclaim his life's work.

The laboratory was a harsh and unforgiving environment for a soulless young Homunculi. Here it would be discovered that the product of The Doctor was not nearly as resilient as he'd made it out to be; it was uncontrollable, volatile, and showcased an aggressive and strong force of will which the Allorn scholars struggled to control. It predictably succumbed to human nature, showing compassion for its similarly captive peers in the laboratory and developing a bond with them despite lacking a soul.

Worse yet, it fiercely resisted learning how to vent its magic, and the product succumbed to magical overload thrice.

Most mages in its shoes would have died the first time, having their soul ripped asunder and irreversibly damaged by an unforgiving possession– but as homunculi lack souls, for all three occurrences, it could only endure magical overload until being suspended by another mage in the name of further research.

So it would excruciatingly survive, and each time, it recovered at an almost alarming rate.

In the end, the creation truly was never so perfect as The Doctor proclaimed, and it was too easily broken in too little time to be considered worth any further testing; it lacked control, potential, or a soul, its magic did not improve with age, and it resisted all discipline; It was wholly unremarkable.

With The Doctor dead, they instead returned it to one of his assistants, and swore they would have both the assistant and the homunculi killed if they ever learned either party breathed a word of their work to anyone, for they knew better than anyone how to effectively kill a homunculi.

As an identical copy of its creator, the product assumed his identity–

And thus would one Doctor Severus Verlaine continue his life's work exactly where he had left off, as if he had never stopped in the first place. He lacked any family close enough to question his long absence, and lacked any connections strong enough or valuable enough to be worth rekindling.

He would opt to reside in his "father's" manor at his most successful place of work; Regalia. He would assume clinical trials and provide medical aid to the Regalian Military as his "father" once did, and he would never breathe a word of his inhumanity nor his magic to any soul who did not force his hand or did not already know what he would refuse to say.

Perhaps one day– ideally before his own disobedient magic could first consume him– he would complete the life's work of his predecessor and grant himself a soul, fulfilling the inconceivable goal of true life, created from nothing;

True APOTHEOSIS.​

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RELATIONSHIPS​

PLAYER CHARACTERS | DEAR ONES

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EMIL, Bearer of My Unfound Soul | "Though your own macabre demise eludes you, I have always known the silence of forlorn endings to be your sole comfort in life; I confess that in the dead of night I pray I should die first, for if it were you, I would take the underworld by storm, tear you back from death's clutches, and rip my heart from my chest still beating just to put it in yours."​

Everything between Emil and Verlaine is laid bare. Though one of them lacks for a soul and the other lacks for a heart, it's no question that their connection is integral to each others' genesis and fate alike, and there is no one without the other. Even split a world apart, their names would still be carved into every word they breathe and every breath they take, having saved one-another both mentally and physically more times than either of the two can count anymore. A god-freeing, death-defying, sky-bound man such as Emil does not need anyone's protection or help, and yet for him, Verlaine would burn away the world and rebuild it all over again; He need only ask.​

ELLAMAE, Mind | "The quietude is always broken by your voice, filling the void like rays of sunshine piercing the dark. You are the peace after war."​

The relationship between Ellamae and Verlaine started out rocky; There is an innumerable amount of things that Verlaine is loathe to speak about, too many things he has done, said, left behind or forgotten that he only wishes could be burned from annals of the world forever. For this they clashed, Verlaine resistant to Ellamae's prying and Ellamae drained by Verlaine's high walls and chained heart. The ice between them was only thawed by Emil's hands and two-year-long absence, during which they fell into each others' arms for comfort time and time again; it was grief that pulled them together, and the purest sort of adoration that kept them together when their love finally returned home.​

TERROWIN, Heart | "My songbird, you are to me as the gods are to their devotees; Perhaps this is what it means to worship, though something so soulless and inhumane as me could never hope to be sure. I look to you like you hung the celestial bodies in the sky, and if ever I lost you, I would snuff out the sun just to bring some heat back to you, to see your smile, to hear your laugh, to feel your radiance shine down on me one last time."​

If ever he commanded him to, Verlaine would extract one of his hearts from his own chest and lay it at Terrowin's feet. Their love is one which leaves them both waiting for the other's next move with bated breath, ineffable with all of its grand acts of devotion and vicious shows of possession. For a time after they first met, understanding between them was like tempered glass, both burning and delicate, and they circled each other with an air of distrust and hostility, bitter over white lies they knowingly played into. Their dance only ended when they were forced to lay bare their secrets to each other, newfound understanding giving them common ground to stand on; The impact of love's fall thereafter was fast and unforgiving.
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ASHLEY, Doll | "I often wonder if the blood of your sire infects your mind with terrible thoughts. Perhaps that is why you act the way you do, childishly expecting applause after you've burned both the stage and your audience. If someday we should destroy each other, I truly cannot be sure which of us will be left standing; me over a pool of your blood, or you illuminated by my dying light?"​

Time and time again, Ashley and Verlaine have pushed and pulled between indifferent civility and merciless vitriol, dangerously toeing the line between verbal snipes and drawn blood. The barbed wire which embraces the Rejection-sire has pricked the Songbird they both so love innumerable times, leaving Verlaine to pick up the delicate pieces in the aftermath every single time, to the point that Verlaine believes Ashley will always engage in these self-destructive behaviors, rejecting and hurting others before they can be given the opportunity to tear open his heart. The only reason they continue to dance around each other as they do is all for Terrowin's love.​

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MINUETTE, Marionette | "Memory is power, did you know? With the loss of your past, you've become a new experience, and that bygone figure who was you has been left buried in the Old Civilization. I oft wonder if you chose to forget, to shroud something you otherwise couldn't bear to live with. Even if you did, I'd be a hypocrite to pull aside the veil, and I am wizened enough to know some things are best left forgotten."​

There's an unspoken kind of mutually assured destruction to be had between two individuals who exist under the pitiless weight of their own untold secrets. Though neither of them know about the skeletons the other keeps, Verlaine finds a kind of comfort in Minuette's presence that's both familiar and not all at once. In the back of his mind, he projects his longsuffering wish to forget everything that burdens him onto her due to her amnesia and the clean slate for life that it grants her. It's also notable that it took less than a week for Verlaine to subconsciously adopt a lot of parental behaviors towards her, treating her as he does his own children without ever even realizing he'd started doing it.​

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ARGO, Skyward | "You have given your compassion and protection to me simply for being your son-in-law, simply because I am valuable in the eyes of your boy; despite this, you are the closest thing to a paternal figure I have ever known."​

Verlaine never knew a healthy relationship with any of his parental figures. Every individual who monitored him in his childhood was either too emotionally distant for him to form any kind of healthy attachment style with, or regarded him as a test subject and nothing more. As Emil's adoptive father, Argo seemingly came to regard Verlaine very highly very quickly following the marriage between the Doctor and the Necromancer. This sudden shift left Verlaine with a mix of complicated emotions he couldn't even begin to parse through; The level of kindness from someone who is virtually a stranger to him scared him initially, but at the same time, the presence of someone older and wiser such as Argo, someone he could look to for guidance, is a privilege Verlaine never before thought he'd be afforded.​

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SAURIA, Merchant | "Your words brim with flattery only because I am the one which fills your pockets. It is a good thing you bring me fine wares, and that I am so giving."​

It's no secret that Verlaine has an eye for pretty things. He quietly adores a pass-time of shopping, purchasing anything that catches his eye- rare as such an event might be- and appreciating the craftsmanship that went into each commodity. As someone with such a love for valuables as him, Verlaine needs connections with a merchant both competent enough and hardy enough to bring him the goods he enjoys having imported to Regalia brought to him without so much as a single blemish. This is where Sauria comes in. He appreciates her competence and reliability, and for her jobs well done, he pays her handsomely and frequently hosts her at his home during her stays in Regalia.​

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MYKHAILO, Hunter | "You could not kill me because you did not know how, but should a day ever come where you gain the knowledge to wipe me clean from this world- that will be the day where we will finally be evenly matched, Huntsman."​

The Huntsman who once pursued a bounty placed upon Verlaine's head ultimately failed to kill his target, a blemish upon his otherwise spotless record. Though the bullets they've exchanged were never personal- only a result of favors and contracts bought with dirty money- they still share a complicated dynamic, having tried to kill each other on more than one occasion and all. Their point of contention was resolved with enough crowns to turn the bounty around on the Teled who requested Mykhailo deliver Verlaine's head on a pike in the first place, they're still awkwardly learning to navigate each other's presence despite the rather bloody nature of their first meeting.​

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SHLOKA, Snake | "I am not so foolish as to turn my back on the one holding the knife. You claim to have no ulterior motives with my husband and our family, but I know better; You are loyal to no one, and think me more naïve than I am. I will not be indebted to you. Not ever. Not if I can help it, not so long as my existence remains infinite."​

While Verlaine and Shloka are connected by the laboratories they were so unkindly raised in, they share a relationship with a much crueler edge than what is shared with most of their peers from the laboratories. Verlaine, being so protective even where his protection is unneeded, directs his ire towards Shloka for how they belligerently defied, betrayed, or failed Emil time and time again. His anger has recently come to a head, what with Shloka having placed a curse upon Emil and having taken their twins away; The complete lack of control he had over the situation as it all unfolded has instilled an unshakable sort of fear in the back of Verlaine's mind, consequentially convincing him he is unfit to protect the family Emil entrusted him with by marrying him.​

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PLAYER CHARACTERS | ASTUTE INTRIGUE

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RAYMOND, Acquaintance | [No quote.]​

Interested to know more. First impressions: Good-humored, hearty and respectful. Verlaine appreciates the patience, gentleness and sincerity that Raymond has extended to him thus far. ​

ADAGIO, Acquaintance | [No quote.]​

Interested to know more. First impressions: Sharp-edged, captivating and witty. Verlaine wants to bicker with him further about nothing and everything. ​

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LEANDRE, Acquaintance | [No quote.]​

Interested to know more. First Impressions: Intelligent but impulsive and foolhardy. Verlaine personally sympathizes with him and the indefinite status of his future. ​

RELEVANT NPCS | CHRONICLES

NINA, Fragility of Life | "I am strict only because I want to keep you safe. To fail you in this respect would destroy me- it would destroy your fathers. I will never demand you acknowledge me as your parent, but please know that I will always see to you and protect you as my child."​

Verlaine's five-year-old step-daughter, from Emil. Seeing as Verlaine and Emil cannot have any children of their own- something they both knew- Nina was seen as a complicated and unexpected surprise; Though he treats them as if they were his very own, he grapples with the belief that he isn't cut out to care for something so small and fragile as a human life with a real soul. One of his greatest fears is that they should one day befall the same fate as he and Emil did, and because of this, he strongly persuades them against ever playing with or learning magic, and he allows virtually no one who is not already close with the family to interact with them.​

SOFIYA, Fragility of Death | "You are kept a secret not out of shame, but for protection; You are too innocent and precious for a world so cruel, and though you are not long for this world, you still deserve to experience it. Someday you will. I swear it."​

Verlaine's five-year-old step-daughter, from Emil. The circumstances of how she was made is yet up in the air, and her status as a deathly child complicates matters greatly. Verlaine and Emil try their damndest to shelter her from harm, to the point that almost no one knows of her existence, and she is not so much as permitted to even go into the Manor's courtyard unsupervised for her protection. Verlaine tries desperately to give her as much of the world that she's missing out on as he possibly can to curb her curiosity until a solution for her undeath is found- though he knows deep down that she will always wish for more.
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YURI, Fragility of Peace | "He's inherited Emil's nature as an Archon, and I would be lying if I said this doesn't haunt me with a considerable amount of worry for the certainty of his future. It awes me how small and fragile life begins."​

Verlaine's two-year-old step-son, one of the twins from Emil and Shloka. For two weeks after Emil came home, Verlaine assumed all of Yuri's care and- with Terrowin's help- he came to bond with and learn about the child's habits and preferences accordingly. Then, right as the Manor was attacked and Emil entered a state of stasis, Shloka returned, took Yuri, and fled with both the twins. This has since left Verlaine a nervous wreck; both worried for how angry Emil will be when he comes out of stasis again, and doubtful of his own ability to effectively protect his own family.​

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ANYA, Keeper | "Forgiveness is not necessary to give. I do not forgive if I do not mean it."​

An assistant of his creator. He has not spoken to her in more than ten years, nor does he intend to again if he can help it, for she was the one who delivered him into the hands which would only scar him. ​

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???, Creator | "I wish the dead would stay dead. I wish you would stop haunting me every time I look in the mirror."​

The individual who granted him life. Verlaine is much like him in almost every respect, and for this, he lacks any identity to truly call his own. ​

 

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