Description

RP Role: Head scientist 2
Full name: Victor Cromwell.
Age: 29
Clearance Number: 4
Specialist Subject/Occupation: Fey and lycantropic genetics
Their subject's number: 918-4X

Height: 6' 1"
Weight: 209 lbs
Eyes: Green
Hair: Blonde, tips dyed green

Attire: Mostly flowing robes with the sleeves ripped off and lab coats on top of that. Both ears are peirced with a maniki nekos. Both with their paws up and green in color.
Distinguishing Features: Other then his dress style, he has scars on his back and arms.

Personality

Any signs of humanity?: Victor is often in good spirits, and is often seen with a smirk on his face. Against his college advice, he often calls his subject by name and builds a kind of trust with the subject in question and gives them small trinkets if they weren't too dangerous. His son, Cesare, also says that he also has a fondness for felines of any nature and becomes very giddy when one is mentioned.
Dangers: Behind the ever constant smirk is a man who is very bitter from the death of his wife and becomes very cold when someone speaks with ill about her. He finds some amusement in the pain of older subjects, seeing as they can take the pain, but is softer on those the same age as his son.
Any known inflammatory situations?: He has a very large collection of maniki nekos and lucky owls in his office of all kinds and colors and goes into a frenzy when one is missing that he didn't give away on his own accord. Asking too many questions about his son or him going missing for any reason causes him to assume someone on the staff took him somewhere and can make the staff member a subject for a day.

Equipment

Weaponry: Two desert eagles that his keeps in his office.
Defense: He carries a taser at all times, and also a very fast runner.
Technology: Company issue radio and in check with all office tech if needed.

History

Family History: Widower, has one son in custody named Cesare. (this picture of him without hiding his ears or tail. And yes, he is mistaken for a girl all the time. Age: 8) Mother and Father are deceased and has some contact with his four sisters.
Personal History: Graduated at the top of his class with a degree in genetics, his favorite being fey and lycantropic genes. He successfully integrated lycanthrope DNA with human DNA, though he'll never tell, the human in question was his own son by accident when he thought that the mixture was food. It only shows in the form of ears, teeth and some odd mannerisms, so he always keeps him close. His research led him to a job with Arceius research centre. He took the job, but keeps his son close to him with other people or he stays in his office.

So begins...

Victor Cromwell's Story

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#2012-07-12 16:13:25, as written by Vestiline

Cesare was a curious one for a small child. Just as happy making people go nuts with him following them around and exploring a new place as he was playing video games with his father when he wasn't working. He was also bright for his age, knowing work caused them to move from their home in Washington state to someplace in the dessert and knowing people wouldn't like the fact that he had different ears then the other kids. Papa was trying to protect him, he knew that much. \

He wandered the halls, peeking in the doors or the other offices and saying hello to some of the security officers to varying degrees of responses. If anything, he was good at sneaking as well. Hitching ride with a unattentive scientist in an elevator provided a nice ride toward the other levels. This one being level three.

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Victor sighed, seeing that his subject wasn't going to be too active for the day if at all and started to pace back toward the elevator, only to be bumped into by someone small.

"Cesare, what are you doing down here?"

"Exploring."

"Back to the office you go. No buts."

The child sulked and turned around back into the elevator while Victor gave the gaurd on hand a tongue lashing for letting a small child on the cell floors.

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Soldriin sighed, now laying on his side in laziness. "All these questions, I have one for you. Why am I here?" He asked. A simple question really. All he really wanted was to be left alone or at least have a place of his own where he wouldn't be bothered. But humans don't see something that is calm a majority of the time. In his opinion, they saw some monster made to kill and cause havoc. In essence, yes. He was bred to be a soulder, but it wasn't what he knew. Only when he was angry or scared was when he killed.

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