Jean Cornelius Fitch, from Project Dragonfly, a roleplay on RPG

Name
Jean Cornelius Fitch

Age
31

Gender
Male

Role
Owner of his own mechanics shop

Face Claim
Okabe Rintarou

Negative Traits
- Stubborn, Jean has a very one-track mind and it is very hard to push his train of thought off said tracks. He finds it very hard to begin a new task if it means leaving his previous one unfinished.
- Eccentric, One must dip all gifts given to them by those of the age of 17 in milk to ward off evil spirits. This is just one of the many, many odd beliefs that reside in Jean’s mind. He will go out of his way to live according to these, often inconveniencing both himself and others. Most people would call him insane.
- Ornithobia, After several run-ins with a local gang of geese as a child(a fact he blames on his caramel tie) Jean is absolutely terrified of birds. While smaller birds like crows and robins will make him uncomfortable, larger ones like geese and eagles will cause him to run screaming from them at the slightest movement.
- Proud, Jean as an unwavering belief in everything he creates and will not take kindly to people looking down on his inventions. Doing so will get your picture posted on the back of his store so his robotic guards may throw you on the street should the perpetrator ever step foot in his shop again.
- Cocky, In the world of Vincent he is the king and everyone else is peasants. Even if he isn't such a big talker there is one thing he likes to talk about - himself. Most of the time it's bragging about how great he is, mostly to hide the fact that he hate himself most of all. He tried to fool not only himself but all the others that he is the greatest monster alive.
- Fiddler, Not one to sit still, Jean will always be doing something with his hands. Whether it’s building some small contraption or simply wringing them nervously.
- One With Death, Thanks to a semi-successful experiment, Jean is considered legally dead. His heart has been impaled with a small iron pole and should be rendered completely inert. However, due to reasons beyond his understanding, his heart continues to pump. Over the years he’s forgotten all about it but there will always be the looming threat of the iron pole in his chest finishing the job.

Positive Traits
- Resourceful, It is not uncommon knowledge around town that the eccentric inventor can create any device out of assorted junk and materials. The machines don’t even take electricity to run and seem to use some sort of unknown power source. He is considered a genius by most of the known world and has been hounded by several governments for his aid. When asked how his devices run without electricity he simply answers “They just do.”
- Reliable, Whether it’s the credibility of his inventions or himself, Jean isn’t one to go back on a promise. He will do everything in his power to complete the task set out before him.
- Strangely Brilliant, In a room of levelheaded tacticians, someone who can think outside of the box is necessary. Jean’s strangely built mind is excellent at this, constantly shooting out plans that are just crazy enough to work.
- Unwavering, Making Jean doubt himself is no easy task. Once his mind has decided something is true, it will stay that way unless one goes to great lengths to prove him wrong.

Sexual Preference
Heterosexual though not really interested

Likes
- Inventing
- Spicy Food
- Helping People
- Reading
- Board Games
- The Sims
- Daffodils
- The scent of copper
- Dancing
- People who listen to his explanations about his inventions
- Santa Claus

Dislikes
- Silence
- People judging his inventions by their cover
- Working with rubber
- Angsty teens
- Staying still
- People who dislike the incredibly soothing sound of Morgan Freeman
- Being bored
- Sports
- Rodents
- When a customer is unsatisfied with his creations.

Fears
- Birds
- His creations suddenly ceasing to work.

Strength
Inventions,Given enough time, Jean can create anything out of anything. One of his more notable creations is a fly camera made from paper clips, plastic wrap and a broken christmas light.
Unwavering Belief, The beliefs of Jean Cornelius Fitch are not something easily trifled with. Once he decides something is real it is nearly impossible to change his mind. This has lead to some very interesting customs.

Weakness
Fear of Birds, If pitted against a large bird or a collection of small ones, Jean will be completely useless in the fight until the avian(s) have been dealt with. He always carries special anti-bird devices with him to hopefully deter such attacks.
Strange Customs, Jean believes in many different things ranging from the mundane to the insane. He will do his best to try and fulfill these no matter what.

Hair Color
Black

Eye Color
Brown

Tattoos/Markings
He has a large scar over his heart stretching from his collarbone to the bottom on his armpit. His fingers are also covered in tiny scars.

Weight
130

Height
5”8’

Career
Inventor/Mechanic - Jean owns a small workshop on the far east side of town simply called “Imagine”. His business works in the form of people dropping in and asking for something, the price depending on what you ask for.

Hobbies
- Tinkering
- Reading science fiction
- Playing The Sims
- Making plans to wage war on the avians.
- Breeding frogs

Biographic History
Birth name: Jean Cornelius Fitch
Backstory coming soon

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#2015-01-22 10:46:16, as written by Lyysa

It was a quiet Saturday morning, more like time for lunch but since Vincent had not felt like getting out of bed when he woke up the first time he was still in there. It was not because he was tired, it was more like his whole body was protesting so he was not that urged to move. He felt a bit bruised, most likely because he had got a bit beaten up at yesterday’s mission. Still there was no bruise to be found on his body, it was only a play of his mind - since he was aware of the fact that he had gotten extreme amounts of metal in him. The part that was the worst was getting them out of the healed wounds however, because that was not something the body did by itself and sometimes the projectiles do get stuck in there. The operations to get them out was not something Vincent would recommend to anyone. It was mostly ripping the metal out of his body before the opening had closed up again. And now he felt exhausted after spending the first hours of the night on the operation table.

But after a couple of more moments of hiding his face in the softness of the pillow he crawled out of bed like a sloth. When he was done stretching out his stiff body, waking up the body before even consider dressing himself. But hey, it was his room and no one was allowed to enter it like he avoided to enter the other rooms. As the body started to wake up he stepped over to his closet and started to dress up, putting on his usually black jeans, and taking out a white t-shirt and leather jacket that he carried with him out of the room. Sure they shared a big house, these so called "siblings", but no there wasn't bathrooms attached to every room and that was why Vincent walked around bare chested inside the house without the slightest shame.

It wasn't a long way from his room to one of the bathrooms and when he was inside he took a shower before dressing up completely. As he left the room he couldn't help but notice that someone had tampered with the decor and as he walked pass it he fixed it so it looked like it usually did. When done he went down the stairs and even if there was people around the house he didn't bother with greeting them. He just walked inside the living room over to the bookshelf and started to inspect the content. Controlling that it still was the way he had left them before going away on the mission, this was not his books it was those the whole family shared. Or you could call it a cover and things the organization had left them so that they had things to play around with when they weren't working. And so Vincent picked out a book after choosing wisely and left the room. He had been indoors for such a long time - in his opinion. As long as it wasn't too sunny outside he preferred to outdoors, more space between him and the other's then. More space for him to be alone in. Inside the house it was almost impossible not to have people breathing down his neck if not being locked up inside his personal room.

As he walked down the street outside the house he started to read the first page of the book, heading over to the square to sit down on his bench. Yeah, Vincent had claimed on of them in his mind. And as he arrived he sat down under the tree and continued to read his book - alone. The way he wanted it.

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