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Mr. Fortwick

"I feel this is going to be rather riveting."

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a character in “Welcome to Fortwick University”, as played by Aramay

Description

Name: Mr. Fortwick (The Dean)
Age: ?
Race: Human
Height: 5'0"
Weight: 110lbs
Curse/ailment: Being such an elderly gentleman its no surprise that he needs a cane to get around. His skin looks dry and leathery making him somewhat resemble a body in the process of being mummified. Many people say he's as old as the original building that Fortwick is built on.
Special Needs: He has a hard time getting around the campus so he often requires help when it comes to traveling long distances. He always makes sure he has an assistant or a form of transportation close at hand.
Major: He's the Dean. For heavens sakes...well if you want to know. He majored in social sciences.
Career: He is the Dean and founder of Fortwick University.
New or Returning student: Neither
Appearance: There's not a day that he doesn't look dapper in his old fashioned but well kept suits. He will always adorn himself with a hat as well. Be it a bowler or top hat. His skin looks aged and dry and his hands are very bony. No surprise since his entire body looks thin and rather frail. His hair looks rather thin and scraggly but its slicked back and out of the way. A cane finishes his attire which he carries with him almost everywhere.
Weapons: He always has something up his sleeve.
Personality: A complete and total gentlemen. He acts very "old fashioned" with a bit of a smile always adorning his face. Because of his age he can't participate in the same activities he used to do when he was younger. Therefore he can't help but become giddy when something exciting happens within the university. However he is quick with his temper whenever there is a threat to the safety of any of his students. He doesn't mind them having a little fun but heads will roll if anything were to happen to any students under his care.
History: As explained before. He is the founder and Dean of Fortwick university. Not much is known about his past other than that. Though the fact that the institution has been open since before the 1900's means that Mr. Fortwick probably really is as old as he looks.

So begins...

Mr. Fortwick's Story

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#, as written by Aramay
(Boy you guys kept posting before I could read all of it by the time I caught up I usually had to run to work and then other things got in the way. I'm glad that you guys are keeping this place active but I don't want you guys to post yourselves into a corner either. OOC chat is here roleplay/welcome-to-fortwick-university#ooc Please post here if you guys are stuck or are thinking of trying something in particular. And David I'll post for you in a day or so. I need some stinking sleep right now.)

Both Calli's and Shadonna's conversation were cut short when they heard a motorized chair whirr towards their direction. A frail looking elderly gentleman in a rather dapper looking outfit. He appeared to still be learning how to use the wheel chair's controller as it was veering every few seconds after he would straighten out its orientation towards a more linear path. Nearly tripping students who attempted to walk past him. He would continuously apologize for his 'clumsiness' and then proceed to do the exact same thing a few seconds later. Its when he finally reaches the group of antsy students that he seems to have a slight better handle on stopping as opposed to barreling straight through them. Up close he looked as though a good sneeze would be more than enough to do the poor man's heart in. Be it from a student or himself didn't seem to matter providing that either gave him a good enough jostle.

Despite everything he still makes an effort to stand up; using his cane to support himself "I'm terribly sorry for the inconvenience. The new signs were supposed to go up today but there seems to have been a miscommunication. For those who still need to attend the orientation or at least stretch more than their arms and legs-" He gives them a wink to let the students who needed to hide more than a couple anomalies attention. "-I would like you to head towards the older sections of the campus which is over this way. Don't worry about getting lost, just follow the stones and you will be able to find where you need to be." It was at that moments that more than a few students would recognize that the old coot was Mr. Fortwick himself. He lived up to his name by going around and checking on the students himself. It didn't seem to matter how much work he had piled up at his office, he would be sure to step out, or wheel out in this case to greet the new students as well as check on the returning ones. He was also open to answering just about any and every question that any of them asked though sometimes his words would leave them with more questions than answers.

Whether Calli and Shadonna would stay behind for a bit or take Mr. Fortwick's advice to head towards the older area, they would inevitably have to go for the orientation. The further they walked the older the bricks became and eventually they would find themselves completely indoors with old masonry surrounding them. Occasionally a lumbering S.L.O.B would be standing motionless in its place, only to lift an arm when someone approached them; pointing in the direction where they were supposed to go. This, of course, made it difficult for some students to travel passed the suited giants out of fear even though they would do nothing but wheeze and made occasional churning noises. Its not until they reach an area that looks like a courtyard that's been built over. All of the lights were artificial in a sense of the term. There were no openings to the outside making it safe from prying eyes but there were no signs of electricity flowing to the orbs that hung from the ceiling and walls. The areas where plants were supposed to be were somewhat different from the normal terrestrial plants. They lacked the familiar green color that their above ground cousin's sported to help absorb light. Instead these were more a pale blue, red, purple or simply lacked color altogether. Then again it would be hard to pay attention to such details when the first thing all new students would notice was that many who wore more clothes than necessary previously, were now disrobing to relieve themselves of overly heavy, hot or cramped disguises to pass themselves off as normal.

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Madam Nabuscu

A voice comes out from behind Issac. The thick New Orleans accent can be heard projecting from Nabuscu's hefty chest. "What on earth are ya' doin' boy? What if a visitor sees yer hissin' mutt? It's still orientation day if ya don't remember." The woman approaches him till she's almost eye to eye with him. Not that she was as tall as him but that she was perched on top of her giant pet crab. She was quite the substitute teacher. More often than not she would assign herself any odd job around camp. It was more fitting to guess that she didn't have much better to do with her time. Her arms are folded with a scowl on her face. With the way she was posturing and with her expression she looked like she had her anger aimed more towards preschoolers rather than college students. Wesley is not far from where Nabuscu is located so he can clearly hear every word that she speaks.

"Miss Naba I can't help but notice the irony that you are placing on display in front of the students." A softer, raspy voice calls out from none other than the dean Mr. Fortwick. He stands with his wait resting mostly on his cane which is placed in front of himself. "The last day this place was open to visitors was yesterday. Be glad that I don't write you up for misinforming students as well as negligence to the rules." He didn't have a mean bone in his body. His words sounded professional as if he rehearsed them in front of a mirror. Clean cut words to go with his mostly clean cut look. He looks to Issac and then his pet. He's unafraid to stroll up and pat the chimera gently on the head. "Though I would appreciate it that you give him a collar. Something bright, so that any greenhorn hunters don't mistake him for a wild beast. The last thing we need is-"

The dean is cut short with a loud droning bellow echo through the campus. A S.L.O.B. recklessly tromps haphazardly past students who barely have enough time to dodge away from its path. Its large gloved hands cover its helmet defensively and shaking its upper body while making what best can be described as fearful droning. Something is on top of the S.L.O.B.s back. Its head is large and nearly blends with the neck and back making it difficult for it to turn its head. Its claws dig at the back of the S.L.O.B. where tubing connects causing neon green fluid to ooze out. The S.L.O.B. doesn't see that its headed right for Wes.

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Wesley had only just begun to head down the hall, hearing the thick accent of a women nearby, but then a new sound came from around the corner. A bellowing cry of something so different. He had never heard anything like it. He stood up straight turning around only to see the S.L.O.B coming straight towards him. He had never necessarily seen one. The bumbling beast was fast and is seemed almost panicked. Wes wasn't sure what to do.

Wesley saw the fluid leak from it, and the odd creature that dug into its back. For some reason Wesley could not will himself to move, he just watched in awe. It was not like he could make any exclamations or scream, so he just stood there like a dear in the head lights. The thing hit him before he could do anything about it, but he wasn't scared as much as dizzy.

The creature had passed right through him, leaving him spinning for a moment, then falling on his bum. Finally the large hallway stopped spinning and he could see straight again, moving a bit of his hair from his face. He still couldn't stand, but he just sort of sat there, hoping the S.L.O.B wouldn't come back around and trample him unprepared.

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Issac could hear the clinking of crab legs on the ground before he heard Madam Nabuscu's words. Pausing mid-step, he puts his foot down then turns to face the woman, giving her a small smile. He was just about to say hello and compliment her on her outfit when he hears another voice, and turns slightly to watch as Mr. Fortwick approaches as well. He gives a slight bow in greeting to the headmaster of the school, then looks to Absente when the collar is mentioned.

The truth was that Issac had placed a bright orange collar on his pet earlier that morning, but apparently it was gone now. Absente had the bad habit of rubbing his neck against corners to scratch at the itch caused by the collar, and between the corner and his scales he wore through them rather quickly.

Before he can respond to either teacher, a S.L.O.B. comes barreling through, headed straight for one of the new students. Issac didn't have the time to warn the boy, but it seems he wouldn't have to, as the droning being passes right through him. Pausing for a moment to try and figure out what just happened, Issac shakes his head then hurries over to help the student up, never taking his eyes of the S.L.O.B. in case it were to turn around. More than that, he was trying to figure out what that was on his back, clawing at the tubes.

"You alright?" Issac asks, reaching a hand out to help Wesley up. Absente was nearby, softly growling at the S.L.O.B. "Let me guess, cursed?"

While he didn't know all that much about specters, Issac could spot a curse a mile away. Wesley had seemed solid enough just before the S.L.O.B. had been about to hit him, then it was as if he suddenly became as solid as a shaft of sunlight. It was interesting, yes, but now was not really the time. They needed to get back out into the open courtyard and away from the creature in case it decided to come back for a second pass.

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Wesley seemed even more surprised then he was when the S.L.O.B passed him, the guy that grabbed him seemed to have amazing strength. Celadon had pulled him up on his feet before Isaac could barely reach him. It took Wesley a moment to realize he was being held by a centaur, looking down at the horse legs.

All their voices were coming at him yet he could not find what he had done with his communicator, which didn't seem to be in his pocket anymore. He put up a finger in a gesture that usually meant "Give me a second." He would totally learn sign language, which he did know some, but barely anybody knew how to speak it... Er... Use it these days.

Wesley continued to dig around his pockets. Things like this always seemed to happen with him, all of a sudden objects would disappear off his person. He finally found it in his inside coat pocket, which he was extremely baffled, he had remember specifically putting it in his outside coat pocket, but no matter. He immediately began typing on the square metallic grey device that rested between both hands. The soft clicking of the keys he had always liked.

Eventually a robotic monotoned voice spoke up. "I'm fine, really." It was a female voice which Wesley quickly corrected to be male. "My name is Wesley," he added with another few taps of the keyboard, looking and smiling up at both the centaur and the young man at the same time, running his fingers through his dark hair again to remove it from his rounded glasses so he could get a better look at the two.

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Celadon's brows furrowed then raised as he took out the small metal box that then began to speak. "AH.....humans have alot of strange things don't they. A device that speaks....do you have a device to hunt for your families as well?"

He shook his head, making the ponytail at the back of his head sway and he frowned. He wasn't sure he liked all this technology. He looked to Issac whom apparently had full speaking capabilities and he wondered what was different about this Wesley boy. Finally it dawned on him that perhaps he was a mute and simply hadn't the ability to speak. He'd met one person long ago that was a mute it was a female a centaur like himself and he had been sure she was simply too shy to speak for herself. He studied Issac and smiled and bowed his head to the two. "I am Celadon of the wandering herd. I'm glad you where not harmed, Wesley."

Don had missed the instant where the S.L.O.B had literally went through him and was simply under the impression that Wesley had been knocked over. He looked over at Issac wondering what he meant going on about curses and specters. He looked like a normal human to him.

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Wesley listened to Don then smiled thoughtfully at the centaur a bit wider, then looked back down at the device, typing swiftly. It barely took him seconds before the message was done "Thank you," the little device replied. He looked back down at the device to type something else. "Nice to meet you Celedon."

Wesley straightened his black thick scarf, the air still cool from the many times the doors of the university had been opened. He was kind of excited never meeting a centaur before, definitely something to remember. Maybe they could be friends. Wesley smiled back at Isaac for the offer to help from before.

Wesley shook his head to move his overgrown hair out of his face again, though it persisted to get in the way. Wes eventually ignored it. Taking off his circular glasses and cleaning them off with the other end of the scarf, he noticed a small crack in them, but it probably wouldn't effect his line of vision all that much.

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(I'm waiting for a post from Davidthedemon before we continue further)

The Dean never let his eyes turn away from the thing on the back of the S.L.O.B. for one instant. By the way he stared it down with a nearly visible scowl made it apparent that this was not something he was wholly unfamiliar with. Moreover his stare was sharp enough to bore holes into stone. He didn't have to do anything. Crabb had been dismounted by Madam Nabuscu allowing it to go after the panicking S.L.O.B. as it somehow managed to double back. It doesn't get the chance to come close to the growing group. The crab used its body to trip the S.L.O.B. forcing it to cover the face of its helmet; shielding it from the hard ground. Just as the S.L.O.B. is about to hit the ground a claw snaps out and grasps the unruly creature by its neck. Crabb's eye stalks twitch watching the thing squirm and squeal something awful. Naba blows a cloud of powder into its face, possibly a sort of sleeping powder as it went limp within seconds. No exchange of words were needed. Nabuscu immediately ordered Crabb to follow her away and out of sight from the students.

Mr. Fortwick slowly shuffles towards the still downed S.L.O.B. who's having a hard time getting back up. It continuously oozed the neon green fluid despite its attempts to stop the 'bleeding'. "Ahhhh, and here I thought today would be a slow day. You're going to need to have that looked at. I wonder where that North fellow wandered off to, I wonder if he's arrived yet." Fortwick looks over the the group, almost forgetting that they were there. "Ah, carry on. Nothing to see here-" He looks at Don's hooves. "We're going to need something done about those. Please have them covered before you go indoors I just had the floors buffed."

He didn't forget what he had seen earlier. These students appeared to be handling themselves well this year while showing some unique characteristics from each other. It was nice to see such diversity coming together in one place that never would normally occur anywhere else. It was something that he could be proud of.

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Issac found that he was not in fact the first one to come to Wesley's aide. Before he had been able to clear the space between the two of them a centaur of all things came running up, stopping before Wesley and picking him up. Seeing that he was no longer needed, the alchemist retracts his hand and Absente moves to stand behind him, still growling slightly. Despite his looks, the chimera was a big baby when it came to things larger than he was. With a small laugh Issac reaches down to pat him on the head.

"Calm down boy, it's alright, no need to freak out." Issac says with a smile, though it quickly turns to a frown when he begins to feel a little sick at his stomach. It was due to his curse, but he was afraid the new arrival, Celedon he believed his name was if he had heard right, might think it had something to do with him. And he didn't want a centaur mad at him, so he refrains from covering his mouth as he straightens up again. "I'm glad to see you're alright Wesley, and it's nice to meet you as well Celedon. I have seen very few centaurs even at this academy. My name is Issac."

He was about to go on and say something about Absente and his being an alchemist, but just then the S.L.O.B. decided to turn around, but a glance at the professors told him they had it under control, so he just takes a step back and watches.

It always surprised him how fast Crabb could move, and how strong he seemed to be, but what didn't surprise him was that Madam Nabuscu hurried off with whatever it was on the S.L.O.B.'s back. Issac didn't have the chance to get a good look at it, but from what he had been able to glimpse it was nothing he had seen before. Turning back he looks down at the S.L.O.B. now lying on the ground, bleeding rather badly. With a frown the alchemist reaches into one of his various pouches and takes out a small red bag. From the bag he takes a powder which he sprinkles lightly on the wounds, then returns the bag and dusts his hands off.

"It's always interesting the first few days of school, huh Mr. Fortwick?" Issac says, still dusting off his hands as he turns to look at the headmaster. "I won't bother to ask what that was about. The powder I used should speed up the coagulation process and slow the bleeding down if nothing else. Hope the poor thing will be alright."

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Celadon shuffled slightly and looked down at his hooves. A big part of him wanted to refuse. First the University asks that he masks his true nature to the locals and now they ask he cover his hooves. However he shelved his pride for the time being. This small favor was likely to be paid back in the resources the school would need to use to house a centaur. Custom bedding that would have to be twice as long and strong to hold his weight. Thousands of pounds in food...and so on. He was sure he could fashion something out of the leather on his pack. He bowed his head towards the Dean to signify his agreement towards his request. "I will need some supplies, sir. A firm needle and some coarse thread."

His gaze turned to the Chimera as he heard it's nervous growling and his brow furrowed once more. "What is that?" He asked Issac. "It isn't natural...Nothing is natural here is it. What was that beast that barreled through a moment before?....And a giant crab..."

Celadon shook his head causing his beard to waggle back and foth. "This place....I have yet to understand a sliver of it. I am not even sure of the machines outside, they travel faster than a centaur's gallop and they don't even have legs. I fear this world has become too much for me."

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Wesley put the device away, deciding he probably wouldn't be asked anything for now. He shoved his hands into his pockets and stood behind the rest of them with a small smile spread across his face. Wesley was still excited, a part from nearly getting trampled. He fiddled with the edges of his coat and scarf, eventually pulling the jacket tighter over himself.

He watched as the ginormous crab left the room, then drew his attention back to the centaur.

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The Driver notices an angry gas station tenant cursing and making a scene. "Oh Frankie you rogue." He said with a smirk as the car puttered down the mountain road. Fifteen minutes of constantly changing gears of his rust bucket of a car went by before Frankie finally reach the campus of Fortwick University.

Franklin North a returning medical at Fortwick. Is now trying to navigate is way through the busy campus. "Ugh freshmen." he said as his car abruptly stops while a group of students cross in front of him. No honking of his horn even if it was justifiable. Frankie just moved along to a less populated area of the campus. As he drove to what he believed to be the quieter area. Frankie witness a cacophony of events and things happening in the distance. From a centaur to one of Madame N's crabs attacking some kind of creature trying to tear apart a S.L.O.B as Dean Fortwick and a group of students watches. "I don't believe this."

The bug stops at the nearest curb, Frankie popped open his car's trunk. Inside there is the common roadside emergency items. Aside from a baseball bag and a large black leather bag. He started to unzip the baseball bag to retrieve a wooden baseball bat. Frankie looks back to the situation at hand. The commotion seems to be under control by the hands of that giant crustacean. Frankie grabs the large leather bag with both hands and makes his way to the fallen S.L.O.B. As he gets closer he notice one of the other students pouring some kind powdery agent on the S.L.O.B. Which made Frankie a bit upset, but he didn't want to lose composer in front of the Dean. He walk past the centaur and the other two students to see what condition the S.L.O.B is in. Frankie notice the reaction the S.L.O.B's fluids is having with the unknown powder causing the green fluid to turn gelatinous. "It's contaminated." Frankie said a bit to loud. The S.L.O.B looks up at student looking over the damage, Frankie crouches down to look back at it. "Sorry number 29 your suits been compromised I have to shut you down."

Frankie opens his bag and pulls out a pair of thick gloves and some odd tools. He precedes to open back container of the S.L.O.B. First the fluid line is cut off to prevent further leakage. Second he locates the S.L.O.B's power core and turns it off. The S.L.O.B let out a loud ghastly yell before going limp and lifeless. Third Frankie pulls out a vile of blue preservative liquid agent and a syringe. He fills the syringe with the mystery liquid and locates an adapter to stick the syringe needle into. After he finish pumping the blue fluid into the S.L.O.B Frankie pats number 29's cold helmet before getting up and turning to Dean Fortwick and the group. For a moment Frankie glared at young man with the weird creature, then back to the Dean. "So this is a fine start for a new semester." He said in his normally composed tone.

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Wesley had watched the bug pull into the school parking lot, and a man head towards the door. Wesley wondered about the rest of his luggage in the trunk and if he should go get it, if it was safe. For now he'd leave it until they would have to head up to the dorms or wherever they were meant to say, because right now, Wes Salem was as confused as you could be. He had seen a large crab, met a centaur and just barely missed a slob. No matter, he'd catch up soon enough, I mean, this was only the first day, he'd have plenty of time to get situated.

Wesley stood with his fingers intertwined in front of him, he had always known himself as tall but not as tall as the centaur that towered over him. Hm. He watches the dean kneel beside the slob and flinching at the cry from the creature right before it... It died... Hm.. How sad. Wesley frowned faintly then turned back around, waiting for some sort of er, well he wasn't really altogether sure what he was waiting for.