The respected chemist is beautiful, something in his eyes say that he is not trust-worthy.
Dr. Pryde is used to being treated with high esteem. He has spent most of his life in schools learning advanced techniques that combine chemistry and Mediere. Not all of his inventions have benefited people. He has little patience for people that do not respect him.
This man seems to have no regard for safety, only cares dearly about his reputation, looks and success. His lust for wealth, power and fame drive him to do things he knows are immoral. He assumes that everyone wants his talents and beauty, however has almost no sense of loyalty.
Dr. Pryde has grown accustomed to being the smartest person in the room even though it is not always true.
Arrogance, pride [no coincidence], vanity, dishonesty, and greed have all been used to describe him. He makes few friends, keeps his family far and has recently discovered an alter ego that he is constantly wrestling with. His alter ego is more honest, wrathful, ugly, and unforgiving. The text will explicitly signify if his alter ego has taken the place of his normal ego.
Ruketsa carries a number of things with him so that he may work in settings that are unusual to him. In his travel back pack he keeps...
1 Mortar and Pestle [Used to grind ingredients manually]
1 open flame burner [used for melting, evaporating and chemically changing raw ingredients]
9 Very small glass phials with stoppers, complete with pocket carrying case. [Used to gather ingredients and keep them fresh]
1 Gravity drip, a thin glass tube from which liquids can be caused to drip with a valve control knob that widens or narrows the mouth.
1 'Eye dropper' used to collect potentially harmful liquids and administer drops.
1 large glass phial with stopper for mixing.
1 box phosphorous tipped matches [assuming that such exist, other wise some other technology would take its place to produce fire without the use of Mediere, so perhaps a box of charred cloth, a steel striker and flint would take it's place.]
1 Pruning knife for cutting plants apart.
2 unmarked phials of liquid, one is red, the other is purple.
1 quill for writing
2' roll of parchment
1 map of krass
small pouches/phials of raw or refined ingredients that are commonly used for his liquids, these include but not limited to: Acids (sulfuric, boric, hydrochloric, nitric), purified water, distilled water, iron shavings, copper filings, bronze, gold, and silver nuggets, liquid flouride, raw salt, raw sugar, extract of hemlock, extract of wolfsbane, dried mandrake root, raw myrrh, dried lemon grass, dried valerian root, eyebright powder, ground crystalline quartz powder. {{OOC: As I learn more about the setting and environment I will know more about the chemical components that this character would deem necessary to have with him.. should be fun for all of us and with a little luck we will be able to explain the makeup of the world in great scientific detail}}
besides things for work he wears clothes that would be consistent with a noble, bright colors and intricate designs adorn his vestments.
He carries a leather bound book in his pocket on which he writes ideas, formulas etc.
He carries the keys to his estate of course [assumed to be passed down from family line] and lastly
you can expect his pockets to have money and perhaps a flask of alcohol.
Ruketsa is born of a rich family that could afford to send him to numerous schools. He never takes much time to think of his family but remembers that he is born of the holy city, and had traveled to Northern Gar'and with his father and aunt at an early age to so that they could gather raw ingredients that are often needed from Krass. He has some sort of familiarity with both the holy city Dasoon and Gar'and having gone to school in Dasoon and often worked out of Krass and Gar'and. His wife is from the Holy city, and it is generally believed that he does not care about her at all. He has never confessed to anyone the truth that he is gay, and only married for publicity reasons. {{It is assumed that his wife bears little to no importance to the story}} The reason he is so infatuated with himself mostly boils down to his highly acclaimed potions, tinctures and medicines. He has written two books, one about isolating and condensing raw components of chemicals, and the other about the theory that human egos are a product of chemical brain function.
It is not surprising what happens next.
{{Excerpt from Diary}} "I have isolated it... this compound known to many esteemed scientists as aboristin is theorized by yours truly to be the sole cause of the emotion anger. Can you imagine what this means? I can literally cure people of their wrath! There shall be no war this millenia! And all of Scarkim shall soon be rejoicing my name!"
"Pardon me if it sounds uneducated but fuck... Just fuck... today's test subject died (again). I thought that testing on humans would reduce the likelihood of death as an outcome... Now that the body count is up to five humans I am having a harder time finding willing humans that I can test on. Hiding the bodies has been no walk in the park either. I don't know what would happen if the things I've done were discovered. Can I live with myself if I start kidnapping people to test on? Chances are they will die anyway..."
"I've begun testing on myself. Not right away, I had to ensure that someone would live from the dose. I tested the first batch on my daughter. She went stark-raving-mad... I had her committed. Shame, I had such high hopes for her. She was so beautiful and promising and look what I've done! Thrown it all away. I am having a hard time living with my actions, and I think in a weird way I was hoping the tincture would kill me.
I need to record the outcome of the dose experiment."
"Day one, experiment one- Dose, 3mL, administered: eye drops.
Approximately 15 seconds pass and suddenly I am over come with rage... I literally see nothing but red, and brain seems to shut down or at least revert to some primal state. The effects of the tincture lasted approximately thirty nine minutes, and I am lucky to have lived. I am not aware of what happened during my enraged state. I know that much of my furniture and lab equipment has been destroyed, and I have torn most of my clothes off. I would assume that during that insane rage I have done these things. Now that I have returned to my 'normal' state things are much more lucid than before. I have a terrible headache and my veins have seem to display an odd discoloring [gray] from the reaction. There is no doubt that the worst part of the experiment is still around. I hear a voice in my head... It is beastly but it sounds so much like me..
I am afraid of him... I mean me.
The voice tells me to do awful things.. Kill your wife, destroy the lab, kill the guards, rape the servants. What monster have I unleashed?!
THIS WAS NOT THE INTENDED RESULT."
"The voice is incessant! He is always there and sometimes I think I hear him right behind me. I turn and look but no one is there. When I look in the mirror my reflection is monstrously distorted, so much for my favorite past-time."
"It's more than some delusion. He is very much real and he is causing me to do awful things. I've decided to write less in the journal, although it helps me retain sanity, I fear that someone will find it and read about all the atrocities I have committed."
"Experiment 2, dose, 3mL, administered: eye drops
I waited an extended period of time, I feel my heart pounding until it seems my heart is just behind my eyes. I seem unable to use my normal logic or deduction while the tincture is affecting me. Tasks that require clarity are also impossible such as writing, measuring, climbing stairs etc. I have realized something very sickening: I crave more... What is wrong with me?!"
"Experiment 3, dose, 5mL, administered: Intravenous Drip
The IV delivers the tincture much more quickly and much to my relief after the affects have worn off the voice is gone.
Thank the gods."
"See experiment 3, I spoke too soon. The voice is back but giving in to the lure of the tincture seemed to keep him away for a full day. I don't know if I can keep this up. These treatments are destroying me literally but something is telling me that I don't want to test on others anymore. I think I want it for myself. I want someone to help me. I would never ask. Am I that weak person?! I am getting angry just thinking about it. I need to leave."
"I started at square one and begun working on a new tincture. I'm taking this in a different direction and I pray that I am not too late. The tests have been promising, maybe I can kick this rage once and for all."
Where our story begins, Ruketsa Pryde has only used the tincture for a week at most [red]. He has not yet completed the other tincture and its final effects are unknown at this time [purple].
As a side note he may have some experience in fencing or martial arts (think lessons, but no field combat experience) but he is definitely no fighter. His combat knowledge and experience is basically none. Ruketsa probably has some exposure to Mediere from school but he knows nothing of how it could be absorbed or used in it's raw form. The only use he has ever had for it, is raw ingredient for one of his medicines.