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Madison Lovette

"Every monster has a mind."

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a character in “SCION”, as played by Miss Echo

Description

Full Name:

Doctor Madison Lewis Lovette

Nicknames/Aliases:

Mad, Maddie, Fruitcake

Gender:

Male

Age:

A little over 300, was bitten at 24

Species:

Vampire

Rank:

Cryptid Behaviourist

Description:

Although Madison is a man, and identifies himself as such, it is difficult to come across a day where he isn’t cheerfully donning skirts and blouses- as opposed to the usual jeans and ties. The vampire greatly prefers more feminine attire, and will take his time to apply makeup most days; although even without it, Madison appears more on the fair side than not. He stands at about 5’6, with dark, chin length hair, darker eyes, and the pale skin and fangs that signify him as a vampire.

Personality:

A “glass half full” kind of guy, Madison tends to be quite friendly and good humored, open to most conversation and even cracking a few jokes from time to time. He has quite a long fuse when it comes to things, making it rather difficult for him to get riled; however, when he is, he tends to hold grudges against those responsible. He is also fairly empathetic, although he is still willing to pick up a weapon when necessary.

Skills:

Madison possesses a fair deal of knowledge on the workings of cryptid behavior; the differences and similarities of a turned cryptid versus a born one, how age tends to affect a cryptid, the personalities of one in a group as opposed to alone...so on and so forth. Aside from his knowledge, he also has the usual vampiric swiftness and abilities, as well as a penchant for stealth. Combined with his talent with a rifle, Madison makes a fairly skilled sniper.

Weaknesses: Besides the usual weaknesses that comes with vampirism, Madison is quite weak, lacking skills in hand-to-hand combat through his focus on speed and stealth. As such, he does not tend to be durable in the face of a direct fight, and will oftentimes prioritize putting distance between himself and an attacker.

Brief History:

Madison’s early life was...interesting, to say the least. The son of a less-than-rich-blacksmith, the boy was groomed from a young age to take up his father’s job when the time came, set to tinker with scraps of metal and failed works. Madison seemed quite content with his role, although he occasionally slacked off to read one of the few books his family had around the house. He helped around the shop, even attempting to make his own creations from time to time, but, after his sister’s death things began to change.

Madison developed a fascination with femininity. He began to don his sister’s old clothing, storing them away when his parents attempted to prevent the habit. He would take rouge and cologne from his mother’s room to try it on, wearing them around his room and attempting to replicate the styles he had seen on the streets. As time went on, Madison developed a reputation as a respectable young man (although his habit still remained)- albeit a bit of a gambler whenever he scrounged up enough coin. He had a sweetheart, and was considering going into politics, much to the approval of his parents.

It was around this time, the state of relative normality, that he was bitten. Almost immediately after learning what had happened, figuring out he was no longer human, Madison vanished. No longer bound by the unspoken law set by his time, he was able to throw himself into his “hobby”, perfecting his imitation of the female form with time. He joined a coven sometime during the years, although he eventually left it on amicable terms after a few decades, choosing to roam instead. From time to time, Madison would temporarily shed his guise to participate in a conflict, although such events didn’t last long.

One day, during one of Madison’s “strolls”- as he called them- he came across an organization dubbed “SCION”. Having amassed a wealth of knowledge regarding cryptids, he set upon joining, and soon found himself putting his knowledge to good use as a Cryptid Behaviourist. He conducted several studies, writing a decent amount on his subject, although Madison faded into the shadows with SCION.

Upon learning of the return of the organization, Madison made a reappearance, acting as if the lapse hadn’t existed at all and easily slipping back into his role- albeit with a good amount of confusion on part of the newer members.

Other:

  • Very fond of fashion, and will oftentimes make suggestions as to what would look good on his coworkers (although, admittedly, Madison will suggest to other male members that they should try on gowns more often than not).
  • Enjoys the more luxurious things in life, meaning that he has a tendency to go a bit overboard in buying new furniture or outfits for himself.

So begins...

Madison Lovette's Story

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Character Portrait: Kora Norrevinter Character Portrait: Phoebe Stride Character Portrait: Alexander Wiseman Character Portrait: Christina Eberhart-Taroni Character Portrait: Madison Lovette Character Portrait: Issac Schofield
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To say Derrick was not happy was the understatement of the year. He had just gotten off the phone with his superior who was even less happy.

Over the phone he had been told two things. First was that he had to go lock-down the safe house. The second was to pick up Arcturus as no one else wanted to touch the newly turned vampire.

Before getting on the great task of transporting a vampire like some postal worker he instead went to the store. After all if he was going to be trapped with the rest of the crazy SCION folks he at least wanted to have snacks. After spending a little more time than necessary Derrick loaded up his black van with tinted windows and headed to pick up his 'package'.

Doing a quick check to make sure it was indeed Arcturus and not some random druggy or mobster he went to work. Pulling up his shirt to cover his mouth Derrick tossed a small charm onto the floor, the sound of glass shattering echoed on the walls of the empty warehouse. In the location where the bead broke black smoke came pouring out, heading towards the nearest target (which happened to be Arcturus). The black smoke was a short lasting knock-out gas that would insure Derrick's safety as he transported the new vampire to the safe-house.

Now the hard part was lifting, well dragging really, the fully grown man into a vehicle. After that was taken care of Derrick drove back to the safe-house wondering if he could bring Arc and his grocery into the house in one trip.

Arriving at the safe-house Derrick loaded four grocery bags around his arms before dragging the vamp in. Arcturus would probably have some bumps and bruises for being dragged around but that wasn't really Derrick's problem.

The moment Derrick was through the front door he unceremoniously dropped Arc, but not his grocery's, after all he had paid for those. Turning to a nearby wall he moved a pretty painting of a sunset of the beach to its side revealing a hidden rune beneath it. Reaching out Derrick traced the rune with his fingers and muttering something under his breath. As he muttered the rune glowed brighter and brighter until a blinding flash burst from it, spreading through the whole house.

With that down Derrick turned to those present in the room and spoke his voice a chiding tone like one would use on a toddler. "Alright children, you've been put in time out while our parents sort out the mess you made."

After that announcement he finally turned assessing the room and those in it. "I am going to put away my food and then we are going to all have a little pow-wow where everyone not involved in medical operations are going to tell me what the hell happened out there." Derrick's tone was condescending as he continued speaking."If you kiddies are good I may even share the candy I bought with you." His sunglasses turned clearly looking at Spire. "That pow-wow will also include how you ended up part of this mess Mr. Schippers."

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Character Portrait: Oren Kovalenko Character Portrait: Roderic Alder Mayburry Montana Character Portrait: Phoebe Stride Character Portrait: Alexander Wiseman Character Portrait: Arcturus. Character Portrait: Christina Eberhart-Taroni
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Issac fought the urge to step into her swing and land a quick jab at her throat that years of combat had instilled into him. He saw the blow coming, from the way she had set her feet to the hay-maker mile wide swing, he took the hit. He didn't expect the teeth rattling magical force behind the already well placed smack. The sweet-iron taste of blood filled his mouth, but his normal distasteful expression held. He wasn't going to say anything, if her smacking him made her feel better than so be it. Alex reinforced Issac's idea of not doing a damn thing about being hit. " Wasn't planning on it, I let her hit me didn't I?" he spat before answering Stride.

" Desertion of my post, endangering my team, attempted murder of an un-armed cryptic, you know every day things with me. " Issac said with a hint of irritation, it wasn't aimed at Stride but rather the mage who fled upstairs. " According* to her anyhow. Rafael did what ever Rafael does and brought Spire and Toby into the lab. Oren got attacked by the thing, I shot it. , once we were surrounded by the bio-hazard team I simply asked if we needed that thing in the other room alive or not then Oren told me that she wasn't my leader but gave me the option of going my own way, so I did.
Montana left because "of no reason" but if she had payed attentions he made it all to fucking clear he was going after Fel.
Pretty sure that about covers everything. "


Issac turned hearing the door open, an halfway drew his sidearm when Derrick strode in with Arc of all people. " Well looks like we don't have to go fetch him." Issac said letting go of his weapon. Issac had a lot of respect for Derrick, even if he was a mental magic user, but being talked down to like a child had started to grate on his nerves, which all things considered was rather sad. Something really was off about him this whole damn mission. Sighing Issac found a seat and waited for Derrick to poke and prod at the him. This was going to be great fun, two bleeding hearts against his version of what happened. the odds like very much in his favor.

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Character Portrait: Oren Kovalenko Character Portrait: Arcturus. Character Portrait: Fel Character Portrait: Madison Lovette Character Portrait: Spire Schippers Character Portrait: Toby Schippers
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It seemed that Oren was taking mercy on his lack of medical skills, for Madison found himself merely serving as retrieval instead of being forced to choose between blue or red wire- or what appeared to be a kidney and maybe a slightly misshapen liver, in this case. He moved about the medical bay as swiftly as possible, gathering this, drawing that out of that other thing, and bringing them to wherever they were needed.

He hardly noticed Toby had joined them until he found himself maneuvering around the man, as well, although he hardly gave the man more than an appreciative smile before pressing on. After all, considering that they were attempting to keep a previously unrecorded species of cryptid from dying where she lay, surgery took priority over idle chitchat.

However, all things considered, his job didn’t last long; after all, there were only so many supplies you could bring before your task was unnecessary. As such, Madison had retired himself close by, hands placed carefully at his side so as to prevent any more staining- although by now, his outfit was definitely beyond saving. It allowed him to break out of his previous trance, at any rate, and, in connection, allowed him to take notice of his current company.

Upon spotting a certain bespectacled businessman, Madison brightened, smiling and raising a hand in a semi-wave. “Oh, hello, Derrick! Good to see you again; you didn’t get too much trouble out there, did you?” Although the voices that had drifted to him told that the mage wasn’t the one in trouble, it was still a polite gesture to ask- or such was the researcher’s logic, at the very least.

And courtesy was always key, especially around well-known coworkers.

Characters Present

Character Portrait: Oren Kovalenko Character Portrait: Phoebe Stride Character Portrait: Alexander Wiseman Character Portrait: Arcturus. Character Portrait: Madison Lovette Character Portrait: Issac Schofield
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Alexander Wiseman


Hearing the door open Alexander glanced sideways to note not only Derricks arrivals but he had collected Arc as well. A fortuitous turn of events indeed as they did not need to send anyone out now, plus the mages skill set was an extremely useful tool. " Mr. Avalon... Its good to see you again" Hearing Derrick use the term of time out implied to Alexander that they place was entering a sort of lock down. No operation was to be launched until all the information was compiled and given a once over.

" And you come bearing gifts" he said flatly. Striding over to Arc he Reached down and lifted the unconscious figure and threw it over his shoulder. " I will secure him upstairs in one of the rooms... and once i have him compos mentis i will let you know" he said turning to carry the man upstairs. It was strange seeing Alexander carrying a person with the seeming ease and very little discomfort shown. It served to remind everyone that he was still a vampire and not just an old man. He would however make a detour into the medical area to grab a blood bag before heading up stairs.

Once upstairs he find the room that had his possessions in. Mainly a large travelling trunk. Placing Arc on the bed he went over to the trunk and undone the leather straps and the clasps. Rummaging round inside the trunk for moment he pulled out two separate lengths of ropes and laid them to one side. Using the ropes he would lash Arc down to the bed making sure to tie some bulky knots into the rope to make sure he couldn't shake them loose. Satisfied that Arc was secure he would wait for the man to regain consciousness before even thinking about feeding him, as Alexander could tell the new blood had yet to feed.

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Character Portrait: Oren Kovalenko Character Portrait: Fel Character Portrait: Madison Lovette Character Portrait: Toby Schippers Character Portrait: Silas Whitmore
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Cults, sacrifices, transformations, resurrections...Madison had to take a moment to ponder whether or not he had fallen into some kind of old-fashioned horror movie, before shrugging it off for a more serious train of thought. After all, what with the implications that were being set out before them, things weren’t exactly looking their most brightest.

Was once a human.

Not anymore.

Apparently disposed of, only to come back as a confused young woman walking the fine line between death and life. And even then, in spite of her state, completely rejected by their local Fallen. “Let it die.” Of course, while Madison was not the type to leap into assumptions (“assume” makes an ass out of you and me, dear Maddie), and planned to speak with both Cryptid, Fel, and the enigmatic miss Lulu alike, there was still the lingering sense that they had stumbled upon something...a bit bigger than they expected.

Nevertheless, Madison was growing tired of feeling his clothes cling to him with rapidly cooling moisture, so, seeing that his assistance was no longer necessary at the moment, he decided to go change before pursuing any further action. His old outfit- completely ruined at this point- went neatly into a biohazard bin, and he himself went into a hot shower to wash off the remaining blood. After all, while he had experienced no real negative effects in spite of being contact with the stuff, it was rather unpleasant to have against his skin.

Once he was fully dried and dressed, the vampire stepped from the bathroom, enjoying the lingering steam for a few moments before making his way to his claimed room. Upon getting there, Madison retrieved his purse from the end table, and, sitting himself on the bed, freed his work phone from beneath the piles of trinkets and pulled up the contacts list.

While he had been called in to help with properly identifying their cryptid, it never hurt to have another opinion in the matter.

With that in mind, Madison pressed his thumb gently upon the enter button, and, after waiting for the incessant “brrring”ing to end, brought the receiver up to his ear.

“Hello?” He began, unconsciously crossing his ankles. “This is Madison speaking. Sorry for calling up so suddenly; I’m not interrupting anything, am I?”

With any luck, Silas wouldn’t have too much on his plate today.

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Character Portrait: Madison Lovette Character Portrait: Silas Whitmore
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There were snakes in SCION library’s historical section— Green mambas and tree boas wrapped themselves about the antique chandeliers and corn snakes nestled up in the shelves. There was even a fully-grown reticulated python who had taken a liking to the warm patch above the heating vents by the “Nordic Gods” shelf.

All beasts considered, the young scholar hunched over his notes in the back corner should have been far more alarmed.

But Silas Whitmore was not phased by the snakes—

Or, rather, not anymore phased than he was by the gecko clinging to the frame of his glasses, the lizard burrowed into his mop of brown hair, or the tortoise chewing on the lace of his shoe.



After six years of living with his “curse,” he had grown accustomed to the resident reptiles.



Besides, good, quiet company was hard to refuse.

The man poured over his work (Jotting notes from an old parchment of runes and images) with sharp blue eyes, which were magnified by his reading glasses to cartoonish proportions. The cuffs of his sleeves were rolled up to his elbows, and the backside of his left hand was smeared silver with graphite from his own writing.



Silas was the epitome of focus: The kind of perfectly poised scholar who appeared on promotional ads for brain-boost vitamins.



That is, until the desk phone rang. 



The resounding prrrng! made him leap up from his rolling chair, starling the snake around his neck into tightening its hold and sending the lizard on his head running down toward his pocket for cover. He knocked two books and one plastic globe onto the floor as he lurched forward to grab the phone, and even then tangled himself in the spiral wire as he moved it toward his ear. 

The graphite on his hand smudged across his cheek like soot on a chimney sweep.

“History and Archaeology Department, Silas Whitmore speaking,” he said brightly. 

Then, realizing it was upside down, flipped it around and repeated, “Uh, pardon, this is— Oh, hello Madison—" And then, "Please, Richard, I can’t breath—”

There were several rustling noises as Silas coaxed the small ball python loose from his throat and let it curl around his free hand, “You’re not interrupting, anything, Maddie. Just pulled a few more resources out of the archive on our late green-blooded friend, and some possible matches on the species. Nothing conclusive, but— Ack, Shirley!”

He paused to pluck the glasses-gecko away from the lens she had wandered onto and replaced her on the frame, “Anyways, um… What can I do for you, Madison?”

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Throughout the commotion that followed the phone being picked up, Madison waited patiently, moving his foot in slow, lazy circles as Silas dealt with his scaled companions. It was commonplace an occurrence enough that the vampire wasn’t particularly startled, and it was with his usual chipperness that he spoke once again.

“Well, first of all, hello Silas," he greeted. "I'm glad that I didn't catch you at a bad time, because, well, it turns our cryptid isn’t that...late after all. She apparently just hopped right back to life while Oren was trying to identify her. Caused quite the scene, from what I heard.” A laugh, as if the event was something just as normal as a drunken fight between two of their fighters.

“There’s been a few other...things that have happened, as well. Namely, Fel refusing to heal her in spite of her injuries. She acted completely out of character- just turned around and left her to die. Fel, of all people!” Madison paused, letting his words sink in, before continuing.

“And then Oren was mentioning how it seemed like she- the cryptid- had been turned. It’s just been quite the day, really. Our cryptid’s doing fine and all, but it’ll be some time before I get the chance to actually talk to her, and since you’re at base, I thought you might be able to look through the database and help us identify her species with what we found. You wouldn’t mind, right?”

While Madison doubted there would be much opposition to the idea- given that Silas had apparently been looking into potential identifications when he picked up- it was only courteous to make sure.

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Silas adjusted his glasses on the bridge of his nose, and furrowed his brow as Madison spoke. “No, no… I wouldn’t mind at all. I’ve been looking over some things, but…” He paused, bending to grab one of the books he had knocked onto the floor and then opening it on the desk. “The bit about Fel is worrisome.”



He thumbed through the pages, searching for something specific that he had previously overlooked in his searching. “I was thinking, or well, had been suspecting some kind of hydra or Scilla-type cross, given the blood color. It was very characteristically sea-monster-ish, in nature. Or perhaps some victim of the aforementioned’s venom, or a wyvern-bite, maybe but…Ah! Here—” 

His hand paused in it’s searching, holding open a page with an image of an old cuneiform sketching. “If Fel’s averse to it— her, sorry— If a Fallen has a grief with someone, it may be that something very old’s gotten a hold on her. Send me whatever you have.” 



Silas slid the book so that it sat directly under the desk lamp, and placed the lizard from his pocket on the page to hold his place. The little green animal stretched, looked up, and then sunk down under the heat to bask and nap. 



“I’ll do some more digging," Silas said, starting back toward the shelves only to be stopped by the length of the phone cord and fumble back a step, "But watch the um… The new cryptid? The mystery guest? Whatever we’re calling her, watch her. Carefully. If Fel think’s she’s bad news, I wouldn’t overlook it.”

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“I plan on getting a volunteer to keep an eye on the cryptid when I’m not speaking with her. While she seems peaceful, I don’t want to put things to chance in a situation like this.” Keeping the phone tucked between his chin and shoulder, Madison rose and made his way over to the computer situated in the corner of the room. After blowing some of the dust off the thing, he sat himself down and began to work, typing up an email to his bespectacled coworker.

“We actually had to patch her up right now- poor thing was in tatters when we got to her- and, well, while I didn’t exactly get a chance to take any pictures or anything like that, I did get a good view of her anatomy. Of course, you’ll probably want to speak more to Oren about that, but…” He took a moment to delete what he supposed was a fairly unnecessary piece of information, before changing his mind and keeping it.

“At any rate, we’re certainly dealing with something very interesting here. I don’t have all the little details of what happened during the mission and all, but Derrick’s bringing us all together in a bit so everyone can explain. He actually had to put the safe house on lockdown for now, so with any luck I can learn the rest, but for now...there.” With a flourish, Madison pressed down upon the enter key, sending the bright blue loading bar flashing upon the screen for a few moments before fading.

Upon the document was a general synopsis of what he had heard, as well as Madison’s own observations; how he overheard the apparent involvement of a wolf pack, the resilience of the cryptid, her almost reptilian eyes...Any little tidbit of information that he could think up, the vampire had added onto the document.

Logging out of his account, Madison stepped away from the desk and took a moment to properly grip his phone. “You should be getting it soon, but, again, I’ll go ahead and update you when things are properly settled. Can you call in, by any chance? You could just listen in to the whole thing.”