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Role: The Alchemist
Gender: Male
Nickname(s): Master Cline, Mr. Cline, the Alchemist
Age: 32
Race: Human
Appearance: Thereâs not much that canât be seen. He generally has dark shadows under his eyes from lack of sleep. His hair is rarely ever neat or tidy, he doesnât shave regularly and he often doesnât eat enough, so he looks rather thin and bony, almost emaciated.
Preferred Clothing: Though he doesnât truly care much about what he wears, he does wear somewhat fancy clothing to keep up the image of âthe powerful alchemistâ. Mostly, he will simply wear brown hemp pants, a shirt of the same material, an embroidered jacket over that, and, if he is going out, a cloak of some kind.
Height: 5â10â
Weight: 140lb
Hair Color: Red
Eye Color: Grey
Personality: At least two paragraphs!
Oddities:
Likes: Things to do
Dislikes: People that need help, people that interrupt his work, people, most sentient beings.
Hobbies: Alchemical work, healing, living.
Phobia(s):
Skills: Healing, alchemy, magic mixed with alchemy.
Weapon: n/a
Fighting Style: Does not fight often, if he does, he can use limited varieties of his style of magic mixed with alchemy. Most of it is impractical as a fighting style since it uses catalysts, but some can be fairly useful.
Abilities: Extremely proficient at healing people with alchemy, medicine though not magic. Also has general mastery over most aspects of his alchemy.
Personal History:
Damian Cline, Age 13, Journal #1 entry 1
My life has finally begun. Today is the day that I go to the Academy. I have trained years to be a physician for this. I cannot wait until the day that I may use these skills to save a personâs life. It is hard for me to leave my family. I will be especially regretful to be unable to see my little sister grow up.
Damian Cline, Age 14, Journal #3 entry 4
It has been a year since I came to the Academy. I miss my family terribly, but I receive letters from them occasionally. It was Marieâs birthday recently. Sheâs seven now. I sent her a necklace to her for her birthday with some money I made off selling some potions that I gained a license to make recently. It is beautiful, and I hope that she will like it. It is a finely tooled little beauty, a purple flower cut from a single gem.
Damian Cline, Age 16, Journal #9 entry 11
I met a girl today. She is in the same year of the Academy, though she started later than I did, so it is her first year here. She is very nice, and I am sure we will be great friends. I received a painting that mother made of Marie and the house recently. She looks so different now. I cannot wait to see her again.
Damian Cline, Age 18 Journal #14 entry 5
I have asked Kari to marry me when we graduate from the Academy. I cannot remember a time when I have known a more beautiful woman, both physically and otherwise. She is an amazing person. I have written these things before. Kari cried. But she said yes. Now there is only one more thing I have to look forward to when I am able to truly practice my art.
Damian Cline, Age 18, Journal #14, entry 12
Itâs gone. Every single bit of it. There is nothing left. Kari and I graduated five days ago. When we arrived home, we found that mother, father and Marie had died of a sickness. The local quacks who called themselves doctors had no idea what it had been, and didnât bother to figure it out before they were buried. Kari tried to comfort me when we visited their graves. I told her to go away. I never wanted to see her again. She would only distract and interrupt me.
I have turned to Alchemy. There is no more need for me to practice the saving of lives. It is a waste of my time.
I have decided to make life on my own. I will make a homunculus.
Damian Cline, Age 19, Experimental observations.
I have mastered alchemy. I also learned magic. It will prove to be useful.
Attempting to connect the materials that make up a human through alchemy does not work. Must try again.
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After trying for so long, I have made the embryo of a creature. I will call it a Chimera. By using the cells and genes that I myself have prepared, this chimera shall become better than any human.
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It has been six months since She was created. She is a failure. She does not feel pain. She does not feel sadness. Though she can talk and has an intellect easily superior to any human or otherwise that I have met, she does not know how to use it. It is pitiful. She ages fast. She will no doubt die within the next year.
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After two years, She is beginning to exhibit the ability to access only a miniscule portion of the intellect that She possesses. A year and a half ago, she stopped again, with the appearance of, approximately, a ten year old girl. It is unknown if this is permanent, or whether it signals her doom.
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She was sent to the town today, to buy foodstuff and other necessities. It was the first time She saw the town except from a distance. A woman from the town came back with Her. The woman was a disturbance. She ahs made visits before. For her livestock, for her husband. Small things. They do not matter. I gave her poultices and mixes to make her leave. Now, she is assuming that I am merely a shy individual. She proceeded to start a one sided conversation. She asked who Her mother was. I answered that she didnât have one. She said that she would not have expected me to have a daughter. I insisted that I had no daughter. She did not believe me. I was unable to finish my research that day. The woman decided to call Her âSlipâ, attesting to the fact that âSheâs not a girl, sheâs just a little slip of a thing!â I see no reason to give her a name. She is not a pet, and She is not a human. She is a failure.
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The woman has come back many times since then. She comments frequently on the fact that I buy such nice clothes and dresses for âSlipâ. I did not reply. I buy those clothes because it makes Her happy. She does not need to become a disturbance as well.
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She found a small necklace and other trinkets and jewelry in a box that had âMy treasuresâ carved upon the top. I do not know where it came from. She pulled out a small necklace, a flower carved from a single piece of amethyst. She was infatuated with it. She would not let me be until I let her have the entire box. It made no difference to me. I have never seen any of it before anyways.
((note: the ââŠâ means that I omitted the many, many experiments he does every day and reports on. The entries included are fairly far apart, and end when Slip is three and Damian Cline is thirty-two.))
Other: Damian Clineâs and Slipâs house:
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Role: Alchemistâs creation
Gender: Female
Nickname(s): n/a
Age: 3 (not exactly a human or normal living thing, soâŠ)
Race: chimera
Appearance:
Preferred Clothing: Whatever Damian gives her, which is mostly rather nice dresses, clothes of high quality and whatnot.
Height: 4â7â
Weight: 60 (different makeup than humans, and so lighter.)
Hair Color: pink
Eye Color: purple
Personality:
Oddities:
Likes: Damian, pretty things
Dislikes: When Damian is unhappy, when people are scared of her.
Hobbies: Helping Damian, walking, reading
Phobia(s): Being alone, or away from Damian.
Skills: Is able to help Damian with his medical and alchemical work.
Weapon: n/a
Fighting Style: Does not generally fight. Can fight to protect Cline. Uses her strength and strategy to try and fight. Does not have much experience, and has no actual style.
Abilities: Can tell weight, mass, and chemical make-up by looking at an object. Has amazing strength. Does not feel pain. Superior intellect.
Personal History: She is a âfailedâ creation by Damian Cline, the results of his work trying to create a homunculus. Is lacking human emotions such as sadness. Does not feel pain. See Clineâs
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