Hektor
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His additional XP is sourced from Hektor's pending SP. If necessary, I can relegate these skills as "pending" until that goes through, with his actual Starting XP being 100 XP in Chemistry.
Virgil Lapera
376’5”
Male
Human
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Alchemist, PhysicianFluent in Common
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Virgil is a large man; he is tall, broad shouldered and naturally strong. His visage evokes an austere sophistication– diamond face, prominent brow line, tired yet striking golden eyes, aquiline nose, and an omnipresent frown. These features framed in mid-length white hair create an elegant balance of beauty and masculinity. He is not very emotive, oftentimes coming across humorless and sometimes dour regardless of how he's actually feeling. These things combined, many find the Alchemist to be intimidating or overly serious at first blush.
In the past, he always dressed sharply, with business casual being considered on the border of disheveled per his tastes. But this has changed– ever since his acquisition of Nymheia, he has engaged far less in self care. He often appears exhausted and barely put together. And though he still dresses well by most standards, it is with simplicity and comfort in mind more so than anything else. -
Quiet and Introverted, Virgil has a tendency to keep to himself the overwhelming majority of the time. As a result, he spent the majority of his childhood buried in books which instilled into him a lifelong love of learning. Though he often comes across as academic and cold on the surface, this is not the case. Rather, he simply prefers to stifle his emotions and avoid displaying them.
Virgil is also something of a natural caretaker and protector towards that which he holds dear. By most, he is considered an amiable gentle giant. These things woven with a desire to help and heal led him down a path in the fields of chemistry and medicine where he is beloved by his patients for both his skill and temperament. -
Born in one of outer Dullahan's towns to a working class family, his childhood was relatively quiet. Bright, curious and kind, Virgil's thirst for knowledge began at a rather young age. As a result, he spent most of his youth studying various things that interested him from biology to Alchemistry. This inquisitive drive resulted in a love of experimentation that never waned even after the few incidents during which he injured himself, persisting even at the protest of worried parents.
Rather than seek to destroy, Virgil wished to restore, to heal. He adored the medicinal applications of Alchemy and wound up working his way to becoming a rather prominent doctor in the city during his early adulthood. And while he has always maintained a curiosity towards Malediction, he has been content simply to work alongside colleagues in that field as opposed to pursuing it himself.
People quite liked him for his creative problem solving, diagnostic ability, skills when working under pressure in addition to his kindness and generally soft demeanor. And by his thirties, Virgil was considered one the most eminent practitioners in his field; prodigal, almost. As such, not a single soul predicted his downward spiral.
It all started after a terrible accident. Something went awry and a spark from the fireplace resulted in his sister's home going ablaze in the middle of the night. Living nearby, he awoke to the commotion of the firefighters and quickly stumbled out to help as best he could. He was greeted by his sister, her husband and their child laid out as best the firefighters could while they attempted to control the building inferno.
Virgil's arrival at the scene was met with relief, as no other doctor was yet present on the scene. Attempting to triage them, he knew the situation dire– there were three patients, all loved ones suffering severe burns and smoke inhalation, and only one of him. And yet, miraculously, he managed to save them all. He would go on to downplay their injuries, claiming that Alchemical salves and mundane bandages had done the job, but in reality, he'd manifested Mimira's Pact and burned through Saol to stabilize them. For the moment, everyone believed his story; why wouldn't they? The scene was so chaotic, it wasn't as if anyone else was hovering over him.
It was only in the aftermath thereof that cracks started to show, for Virgil was lauded as a hero and lavished with nothing but praise and affection from kith and kin alike. He was able to rest on laurels for only about a week before the pain of Nymheia's hyper empathy had crept in to a point at which he could no longer ignore it, and so he turned to drink to cope. The amount was fairly normal the first month or so, though those close to him still found it strange given how little he drank prior. But he just kept drinking more and more; he was trapped in the agony of everyone's various ailments all at once and knew no other way to numb it.
After only a few months, Virgil was barely able to work. It made no sense at all! He'd saved the lives of his family and everyone loved him; why wasn't he happy? Those around him began to whisper– had he been cursed? Surely, it had to be magic. Nothing but the evils of the Arcane ought to cause such a noble man to stumble so. And, eventually, these rumors circulated to the wrong pair of ears.
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