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Connor Howard Ivan

I-I'm sorry I'm not supposed to do that. -nervous, apologetic smile-

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a character in “Island of Doctor Moreau”, as played by Royalburden

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Name:Connor Howard Ivan (Nicknamed Ivan by the other scientists)
Age: 25
Species: Human
Height: 5ft
Weight: 135lbs
Appearance: Connor is a particularly small man, not a hair on his chin or upper lip with slightly childish features. He's thin but not excessively so with only enough muscular to keep him from looking unhealthy. His eyes are a pale but clear blue framed with thin rectangular wire-rimmed glasses. His hair is a light blond and styled with much neatness and care. Connor has a unique style compared to the other scientists and often wore a different bow tie every day to work each with an interesting pattern matching his shirt.
Special Needs: He wears glasses and has absolutely horrid vision without them.
Strengths: He has a fantastic brain.
Weaknesses: He's clumbsy, and not strong in the least. He's also kind and very empathetic at heart which counts as a weakness in his line of work.
Career: A scientist working on the genetics experiments on that island
Weapons: Pepper spray he keeps in his shoulder bag.
Personality: He's actually a genuinely kind person, with much concern for the people around him. Because of this he's been ordered not to work directly with the experiments. He's more in charge of processing the data they got from them and using that to perfect the serum. His passion however is in science and he is very aware of all the painful and traumatic experiments being done on real living humans. He rationalizes it in his own mind, and shelves it along side animal experimentation. It's for the betterment of mankind and the sake of knowledge. These people will be in good care with anything they could possibly need provided for them. Tears and doubt had no place in his work, not if he wanted to become a great scientist.
History: Connor was always an incredibly bright kid. In the beginning, however he took great effort in hiding it. He was raised in a house with two older brothers and t was known for boys to pick on those smarter and more eager at learning than themselves. He learned quickly, that showing off his intelligence and correcting his brothers in their errors meant a round of being picked on, having his glasses snatched away and dangled above him or a handful of ice shoved down his pants. He looked up to his brothers and regardless of the teasing thrived to be just like them.

It wasn't until the dynamic trio slowly began to drift apart, as siblings do when they grow older and mature, that Connor's intellect really took off. Connor started off as all young but wise minds do and took to reading before gradually graduating to mathematics and ultimately found his interests in biology and genetics. All throughout his life and the budding of his great mind, his brothers where right there with him, supporting him whenever the need arose, after all he's their baby brother. Connor was in the middle of studying at Harvard when he was approached for a job at the Island. He hadn't even graduated yet but his recent paper regarding DNA manipulation was enough to turn heads even then. Connor very nearly turned down the job due to his studies not being complete but with much string pulling Harvard allowed him to finish his studies online.

So begins...

Connor Howard Ivan's Story

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"Oh......Oh dear...." Connor carefully made his way through the halls a pile of manilla binders and boxes full of chemistry equipment. His small frame glided swiftly as he rushed to get to the elevator before it all tumbled out of his grasp. His glasses where askew and threatening to fall off his face.

It was his first day back on the island since his several week break. He had been visiting with his brothers and catching up on the more key lab assignments he had to do for the current semester. He was glad to be back. The work there simply seemed more like home to him, surrounded by complex problems, beakers full of chemicals, binders full of equations and genetic information.

"Uff...." Connor had gotten to the elevator and just managed to mash the down arrow with his elbow. Unfortunately this caused the items to gradually slip in his hands. He used his knee to adjust the pile in his arms and beakers clinked ominously as the pile swayed. The elevator door closed suddenly behind Crombie as it was called back up to the ground floor. He shuffled into the elevator, sideways. He couldn't see the buttons let alone see what he was pressing with his elbow. He'd mashed the button for the second floor, the floor where the dormitories where. Where the experiments where living and searching for a hint for escape. The top box full of glass beakers slid and mashed against face, squashing his nose painfully and knocking off his glasses. They clattered to the floor and Connor cussed under his breath. "Oh.....crap."

The door opened to the three in the hall revealing his small disheveled form.

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(Sorry forgot to check. couldn't edit location so reposted to right location)

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After waiting a minute for a response Violet decides to go seek out her answers. She was always good at ferreting out secrets. Dressed in a mans white shirt and blue jeans,Violet enters the hallway and spots the group by the elevator. Too far away to hear clearly without shouting and they don't look like they work here in any capacity to be of help she decides to approach before speaking.

Just about to ask for directions when the elevator dings it's arrival. Ignoring the other skinny young men Violet moves directly to the young scientist. Picking up his glasses, "You, lab assistant. I'm Dr. Violet Whitt. I was promised creatures I've never seen before. Where are they?" I take the box of beakers and put his glasses back on. "Sorry, I can get impatient when science awaits. Just take me to your bosses so I can sign whatever NDA paperwork they require so, I can get to good part."

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"Shit." Connor murmured, squinting down the hall and at the woman who approached him with much purpose.

'You, lab assistant.' Connor scowled at that. After all he was very highly regarded in the lab. It wasn't any sort of hierarchy down there all the scientists did their part. Connor didn't recognize the name she mentioned and took the moment to look around her at the other experiments. The name finally ticked his memory and an apologetic discomfort took place in his expression along with pure bewilderment when she'd taken his supplies.

"I-I need-...." He'd started, adjusting his glasses promptly after she'd placed them on his head.

'Sorry, I can get impatient when science awaits.'

Connor pursed his lips and peered up at her with clear blue eyes an apology in his gaze as he listened to what she had to say. "I'm....I'm sorry I shouldn't even be on this level. I....I don't know what they promised you but I can't let you go to the lower levels. It could lead to an incident.....um...Is he holding a weapon?"

He was looking at Kyle now, a worry line appearing between his brows. He moved to reclaim his supplies. "I-I really need to go."

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The wide blue eyes, the small, bespectacled features and trembling lip: Kyle tried to feel angry, but he just couldn't muster the energy. More than anything, he just felt worn-out and confused. There were a lot of people in the hall, some that he didn't recognize. But he did recognize the need for prudence.

After the encounter with this facility's 'security', his desire for rebellion had cooled. He had no illusion that any antiauthoritarian action on his part wouldn't be met with crushing force. Acutely aware of the cameras' scrutiny, he stepped forward with a placating gesture.

"The man's on the wrong level," he said matter-of-factly. "Let him through."

Stooping to assist the man with his dropped burden, he pressed the bundle into his hands with a meaningful glance. "If you like, we'll accompany you to your destination." His tone was forceful, and though he drew up unthreateningly, his meaning was clear. "I'm very anxious to meet our hosts."

He'd never been much for subtlety.

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Even the soft sound of the elevators closing was enough to make Crombie jump, he listened to more footsteps and voices, listening to the mere vocalization of the few people that stood in confusion, not the words or the structure, but the sound. The sound in itself was calming. The room was still cold, he had noticed, a breeze arriving from somewhere.

The elevator doors opened again. Somehow he had forgotten about that noise within the short amount of time, so hearing it again close beside him made Crombie scramble to another stance, no longer hanging onto the pure safety of the wall. He staggered, and caught himself, now unsure of his position in the area. The voices were altogether too quiet to hear an echo through the hall. Where he presently stood, though he wasn't sure of it at this time, was behind Kyle and the other, off to their side.

Several new people had arrived, as far as Francis could tell. Another women, and someone from the elevator. Something had fallen, the fluttering of paper falling to the ground. From what he could hear, the man wasn't supposed to be there. The new women interrogated him. Though she spoke in clear, concise phrases, there was ring to her voice that sounded like she didn't totally know what she was getting into.

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Connor also glanced up at the cameras, adjusting the pile of supplies in his arms. His eyes fell on Crombie, a slight but very static expression of confusion and panic on his face. He caved, immediately, feeling great concern for the man. "I can't bring you to my bosses. Not only is it against the rules but....I don't even have access to that level....but.....I can request a meeting to see if they can explain things in better detail for you. Um.......c-can you hold these for me for a moment please?"

He offered the supplies to Kyle and went to Crombie with gentle step. He placed a hand lightly on the shoulder like a friend might to a wounded friend. A kind and supportive gesture. "Hello, sir? I'm Connor. I.....I read your file on your condition. Have they not put your walking stick in your living quarters? I apologize for the mistake, it was requested of them. I can see what I can do about finding it for you. Would you like to walk with us or be guided back to your room until we return?"

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Varin returned to his normal posture, arms crossed and slightly slinked forward as him trying to hear what they where saying. His brow raised, his thoughts turning from the male who had the weapon to the (at least his two perspective) two doctors. His face showed irritation with a hint of curiosity. Something about this doctor didn't sit right with him, but like everything else on this island, couldn't place it.

"I just want to know where the exit is, if you don't mind. Getting some sun might do my mood some good." He said, looking at everyone in the face brifly before turning to the wall. His face made him look irritated, however the thoughts soon turned to the others in this place. So many walks of life he imagined, but it's still odd that they were just picked up like this.

He turned back to the others, watching them for any sudden movements. He tapped his foot nervously, starting to feel somewhat nauseous. "Damnit....hate these." He muttered as he put his hand to his forehead.

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Violet is sorry she didn't notice the young man was blind in her haste. "Sorry, I don't want to get you in trouble. Its just the forced inoculation, waking up in a strange room an all has put me a little off. If this is part of an unusual interview process I must be doing awful."

She carefully places the beakers on floor of the elevator, adjusts her own glasses, and takes half the pile handed to Kyle. While leafing through the papers, "Conner, After you help the blind man to his chosen destination, why don't we take the elevator to the lobby. There the skinny one can get some sun and you, me, and the tall one here can sit down and talk. That sound acceptable to everyone?" Looking around for assent, "Oh, I never did get any of your names. I'm Dr. Violet Whitt but can just call me Violet."
She goes back to leafing through the papers.

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Crombie stood still again, almost afraid to move. There was more shuffling and voices, and then a hand was set on his shoulder. Then hand belonged to what seemed to be a very small man. His words were apologetic and concerned. Francis looked in the direction of where he assumed the face of the shorter man was

"Hello, sir? I'm Connor. I.....I read your file on your condition. Have they not put your walking stick in your living quarters? I apologize for the mistake, it was requested of them. I can see what I can do about finding it for you. Would you like to walk with us or be guided back to your room until we return?" He sounded nervous, but this only made Crombie wonder if that's how he always was.

The blind man clenched his jaw to keep from shaking. "Thank you," he hesitated, "I...Um, that -- being taken to my room -- would be much appreciated." His eyes fell downward, knowing there was really no point in trying to look at a person when addressing them. It was clear he'd have to get used to referring to that cell as his room.

"Thank you," Crombie said once more, along with a small nod. He exhaled silently as the pushy lady began to speak up at Connor.

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Crombie had felt the fabric brush his finger tips. He hesitantly accepted the offer, hardly having to lift his hand to grasp the small man's forearm. He had nodded to Conner before he was walked to the room. Connor was warm, a constant sincerity about him, it gave Crombie a little more relief than before.

He felt a sick numbness for several moments, listening to what Connor began to say, focusing his head downward.

"I'm sorry for the abruptness of all this, personally I think testing would run better if they took to accepting willing participants." Connor began, a weariness to his soft voice.

It wasn't a cruel joke. The numbness had drained from his body, the anxiety returned, and so did the thin, sterilized air. Francis nodded to show his understanding, that, or to signal that he was even listening. Reality overtook him and he wasn't sure if he could bare to breath the thin air much longer.

"This isn't going to be pleasant for any of you, unfortunately."

At this, Crombie felt even more light headed, squeezing Connor's arm lightly, but with obvious discomfort. His head began to ache, and his eyes burned. An allergic reaction? He rubbed his head with his free hand, as he naturally did when he was anxious. It wasn't allergies. What could he be allergic to in an, otherwise, sterile environment? He felt too wrapped up in emotion to focus much on his senses or on what was really happening in his head.

They had arrived at what seemed to be his room, and Crombie immediately felt his way to the bed so he could sit down. Connor began explained to him where everything was.

Fifth from the elevators, right side with your back facing them. Fifth from the..." He repeated in his head. Braille was only going to make more difficult.

"I was never good at remembering things," Francis muttered only to himself.

Left? Seventeen doors down? Is that what he said? Crombie shook his head, the headaches beginning to really get to him. He thanked Connor once more before the small man left. The blind man could almost make out Connor's shape in his mind.

Was that...a shadow?

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Varin followed close behind the group, his head aching as he rubbed the left side of the head on the temple. Slight dizziness, he could feel it, but stood his ground. He was fairly used to little things like this, lack of sunlight most of the time and nothing more than a bit of sun bathing wouldn't fix.

Then again, nothing in this place made him feel at ease with life. Not at the moment anyway. "If I may ask, what is everyone's names?" He mused as he followed, his arms crossed in front of him. His curiosity of this bled onto the people here, at least his fellow members of this rag-tag group that he not walked with. At the very least he could get to know them before going back to his normal exclusive ways.

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Kyle stood off to one side, watching intently as the scientist, Connor, led Crombie around by the hand. He made no move to interfere. Crombie's condition worried him, and in truth, he did not know how to help the man.

Nagging doubt tugged at his mind. Everything here seemed too surreal, too contrived. It was like something out of a B-list horror movie: the corny plot, his fellow cast of characters--nobody seemed quite... human, more like caricatures than anything. Could it be real? Or was this all some kind of elaborate psychological experiment?

Crombie seemed alright, but there was no telling who might be in on the act. Whatever the case, he was sure that he wouldn't be anyone's fool. He'd play along, biding his time to strike, and then he'd... what, exactly? Escape? Break out? Contact the FBI, the CIA, the FDA? He had to admit that he didn't know exactly how to proceed.

A voice cut through his thoughts. The long-haired man had asked his name.

"Kyle Ruck," he answered duly, "but you can call me confused..."

He straightened up as Connor returned, moving to block the man's exodus.

"Hold up, buddy," he said sternly, resting his pipe-weapon on his shoulder. "You're the closest thing we've got to a bargaining chip at this point. I'm not sure I'm ready just to let you go." He moved to position himself in the nearest camera's line of sight, blocking the shorter man from view. "I'm not going to hold you hostage, but I'm going to ask you to cooperate. Could you turn out your pockets for me, please? Got a phone or anything?"

His hand flexed unconsciously on the shaft of his weapon. If the man was armed, he wanted to know about it sooner rather than later.

"Anybody have any questions for the man?"

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"Wait a second. I'm confused now. Why are you threatening Conner, Kyle? What's really going on here?"
Violet begins to realize the situation is not what she thought at all.

"I was told I could see and meet creatures unlike anything I ever seen before. And that's saying something, I've been all over the world studying the evolving interaction between animals and their environment. Conner, what is this place? What's being done here?" Violet doesn't like or fully understand what's going on but her tendency to simply cooperate prevents her from acting beyond asking questions. Violet slumps against the wall beginning to suspect her fuzziness is not just a hangover.

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Varin's patience was starting to wear thin. Then again, it was already stretched tightly when he found himself here. "I would like to know how I even got here if the first place. And Kyle, don't be stupid. If the minotaur is something from this place, who knows that they could sick on us for something like this." He said, closing his eyes again in an effort to relive the pain be was feeling. He shook his head, making his shaggy hair shake around like a wet dog before leaning on the wall opposite of them. He yawned slightly, trying to calm himself as he thought about how he would have gotten here from his...perdiciment.

"That and also tell me where the door is to get outside. I'd like to make like a lizard and get some sun." He sighed, knowing if he didn't get some time to himself, someone was gonna die or at the very least find themselves dealing with a very angry man with a penchant for subtle insults.

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Connor was startled at the mention of using him as a bargaining chip. Technically a hostage no matter how it was worded. He pulled off the satchel he had been wearing and emptied the pockets of his white lab coat and simple black slacks. He glanced over at Violet then turned back to Kyle. "I'm only a scientist what weapons do you expect me to have? I'm not even supposed to be in direct contact with any of you."

It was only partially the truth. On the first day of his arrival on the island he had an orientation explaining his job description in detail. Thy had a summary on the 'subjects' and though it was all theoretical at the time possible hostile situations where discussed. Since then he kept a can of Mace pepper spray hidden in a hand sewn patch in the fabric of his satchel. It was located near the bottom, under all of his personal items. There was a binder of hand-written chemical equations and theories he was working on that had nothing to do with the experiment. Books on chemistry, biology, and genetics. A picture of him and his older brothers, one of which had him in a playful headlock. They where bigger and appeared much stronger than he was but shared his light hair and vibrant eyes. The oldest one was dressed in a military uniform, symbols of his low rank visible but with a much more mature and stern look to his eyes. There was also a tube of strange liquid. A mixture he'd created himself. It resembled a tiny lava lamp in the way that some of the liquid was of lighter mass than the other and always separated gradually but not without briefly mixing and emitting strange psychedelic colors and faint neon luminescence. It was beautiful and easy to stare at as you swirl the small tube in your fingers. Aside from that there was also a hand full of personal letters addressed to a PO. box in Connor's name. The return address was to a Robert James Talbot.

Connor looked to Violet. "You where misinformed. There are unique creatures here but they're not of nature's design. They're the result of an experiment, an experiment in which you are a part of now. As for the door all you need is to take that elevator over there. You'll find yourself in the lobby."

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Crombie pulled his legs onto the bed and held his face in his hands. His eyes still burned faintly, he wondered how long the burning would last, or if it would ever stop. If it was some part or stage to all of this "experimenting." The cool air rolled over the skin on the back of his neck. His palms were clammy, presumably from the stress. Crombie laid back entirely, the sheets had grown cold, and now his whole back side infested with the bitter cold.

His arms fell above his head, running his finger through his hair. The thin metallic air mixed with the smell of food, and he managed to forget about the stinging in his head and the situation at hand. He could almost feel the artificial light on his skin. He could almost imagine it in his mind...

Crombie stared at what he saw, obviously, in his mind. The light seemed so vivid. He sat up, shaking his head. After nearly ten years without sight, he still kept his eyes open as though he could see. Pointless. He repeated, closing his eyes for a brief moment, but he just didn't want to close them. He forced himself back down on the bed, staring blankly at his hands, holding them in front of his face, trying to picture what they looked like, but all he could make out was the dark outlining. Crombie tried to color the image, but he couldn't. He moved his fingers symmetrically, able to make out the movements as well with the same dark outlining, but this was it.

It seemed so...authentic. There was no way -- could he really be seeing his own hands? A ridiculous thought. The memory of his diagnoses flashed through his head. The day Francis was pronounced legally blind. It seemed like his eyes were against him, then. First poor eyesight as a child and from there it was if his they were trying to blind themselves. One disorder after the next. It was a great surprise he managed to live on his own at such a late age.

He rested his arms once more. Don't worry. He told himself.

Crombie was not hungry, if anything he felt sick. He rolled to his side staring towards the wall which had the small desk and chair, the one he'd tripped over. Focusing, he amused himself by trying to picture the furniture too, as he did with his hands. Was he even sure this was the wall with the chair? He stretched to point towards the desk, only to jump when he saw to outlining of his arm faintly through the veil of his vision. Did he really just see himself? Could he see the desk, and the chair, and his hands as he saw Connor?

Don't be silly.

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Connor looked to Violet. "You where misinformed. There are unique creatures here but they're not of nature's design. They're the result of an experiment, an experiment in which you are a part of now. As for the door all you need is to take that elevator over there. You'll find yourself in the lobby."

Conner's words hit Violet like a ton of bricks. 'Not of nature's design'? They're creating new species on purpose? How? Genetics, radiation, crossbreeding? 'An experiment in which you are a part of now'? Did 'they' do something to her? If so what? How long had it really been? Was she on the boat yesterday or had it been several days since?

Suddenly feeling claustrophobic and trapped, she 'needs' to get out of here. Get some space and air. Violet smacks the elevator buttons and slumps in the corner of the elevator waiting for it to arrive in the lobby.

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Kyle ground his teeth together with enamel-shattering force.

"Part of an experiment? There's no way you can do this! I don't know what you're pushing, man, but I'm not buying it." He glanced around in frustration at the blank and vapid faces around him. "Don't any of you care? Look at this place! This is twisted!"

He glowered at Connor, hands flexing as though trying to decide whether or not to throttle the man. Finally, he spat on the tile and turned his back.

"Whatever. You assholes can toady around with Mengele if you want. See how far it gets you. I'm getting out of here." Shooting the scientist a withering look, he marched to Crombie's door and leaned into the room, resting against the doorframe.

"Hey, Crombie! You okay, man?" Seeing him laying on his bed, one arm outstretched, he moved to the his bedside, leaning over him in concern. "Crombie?"

He waved his hand awkwardly, and immediately felt foolish, remembering his condition. Seeing him like this wasn't good. He sensed the other's moods turning hostile and he needed somebody on his side. Crombie seemed the only one with a good head on his shoulders, disability notwithstanding.

"C'mon, man. We're getting out of here." He had a mind to find someone in charge or a phone or something, to get the whole mess unraveled by tonight. Obviously there'd been some kind of mistake. He'd never signed up for any kind of psychological experiment, as this had to be.

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Crombie still lay for many moments, focusing and trying to figure if what he thought he saw was real or fiction his mind had created to distract him. Every other sense in his body seemed to shut down. Kyle had approached and yet Crombie still tried to see, even going to the point where his eyes felt strained. When he realized there was a voice speaking to him, he jumped again, flustered, his cheeks swelling with heat.

Crombie had propped himself up on his arms, looking towards the voice, which had grown uncomfortably close. "Kyle?" He asked slowly, placing a name to the man. Crombie was again reminded of the present event and his heart dropped, but his expression hadn't changed. It had been one of grim patience, but looking at him, probably worry as well.

"Getting out of here?" It took him a second to allow the words to register completely. Crombie went paler than before, blood draining from his face. He kept his mouth shut while trying to think of what to say. "I don't think I should leave the room," he said quickly, "I - I have awful balance and I don't have my cane yet. Conner said I should wait..." The words came out mixed up, he struggled for excuses to stay, ending up with surprisingly valid ones. His hands trembled softly.

How the hell did he end up in this dreadful mess? And how would he get out? Maybe Kyle was his best option, but Crombie would remain skeptical and uncertain. All of this mess left him unable to focus and the vague sickness just grew larger. He was frightened, and so was everyone else, the stress only adding to his resistance to leave.

Francis paused. "I really just don't know what I should do," he added on a more honest note.