Character Concept: The Scientist
Felston had always been a tinkerer. From his birth his parents had left him toys, and they were promptly torn apart, dissected, their inner workings (be they fluff or cogs) pulled out, set down, and cataloged. Indeed, he had always held a curiosity for how things functioned, and this curiosity developed into a passionate hobby.
There were very few limits on what he would pull apart, especially if was something he'd never encountered. He learned his lesson though, that not all things should be torn apart immediately after he found a certain ticking box in his mother's closet. Traumatic memories aside, he knew from that day onward that he would be a doctor.
Not the boring kind that doles out medicines and allays concerns over bumps and strange rashes, no no, a doctor of the sciences! Anatomies, chemistry, alchemy, machinery, histories, yes yes, all these things were mere systems that begged to be torn apart, cataloged, and then put back together (this was something he is still working on) as something new, something BETTER than what it had been.
Yes yes, Felston Glittereye was a doctor of sciences, and today was his grandest day yet: a working cog machine, designed, fashioned, and built by he himself, and no one else to steal his glory. Granted the cogs were made of wood, and the machine itself was simple, but it was his! He absently stroked his mustache, pulled it into a thin line where it stayed affixed like a needle. He debated now, as had become tradition upon completion of his innovations, how to best use this contraption. In some distant part of his mind, Felston knew he had made this for SOME reason, but, he reasoned, if that reason had been so important, why had he now forgotten it? In any case, the sun was beginning to rise, the first rays of morning piercing into the dust-ridden workshop Feslton called home. He squinted angrily at his window, cursing their opacity and had a flash of inspiration.
Pushing his newest invention up to the window sill and grabbing some nearby drapery that was set out on his counter top for some reason, Felston threaded it onto the long, spring-loaded pole that sat atop his new machine. Once in place, he turned the crank and the whirring of cogs asserted their existence. The shaft stuck into the top of the machine rotated on its pivot 90 degrees, placing the spring pole horizontal to the top of the windowsill. With the press of a button, the spring was sprung and the pole whooshed into place: the drapery was now blocking out all but the barest hint of sun that crept through the edges of the opaque curtains. "Yes yes, perfect..." he muttered to himself, still wondering what exactly he had made this particular invention for. As it was, it functioned perfectly as a sun-blocking device, with the drapes attached and all, but he couldn't shake the feeling it wasn't quite what he had in mind originally. The more he thought about it, the more he felt like he was mad at the sun itself and wanted to block it out permanently... but he couldn't think of where his train of thought had gone afterwards. No no, best not to ponder too long, lest he lose the thought of a better invention. Yes yes, that was what he needed to do now, now that the sun was being blocked with his newest creation. Yes yes, back to work.
There were very few limits on what he would pull apart, especially if was something he'd never encountered. He learned his lesson though, that not all things should be torn apart immediately after he found a certain ticking box in his mother's closet. Traumatic memories aside, he knew from that day onward that he would be a doctor.
Not the boring kind that doles out medicines and allays concerns over bumps and strange rashes, no no, a doctor of the sciences! Anatomies, chemistry, alchemy, machinery, histories, yes yes, all these things were mere systems that begged to be torn apart, cataloged, and then put back together (this was something he is still working on) as something new, something BETTER than what it had been.
Yes yes, Felston Glittereye was a doctor of sciences, and today was his grandest day yet: a working cog machine, designed, fashioned, and built by he himself, and no one else to steal his glory. Granted the cogs were made of wood, and the machine itself was simple, but it was his! He absently stroked his mustache, pulled it into a thin line where it stayed affixed like a needle. He debated now, as had become tradition upon completion of his innovations, how to best use this contraption. In some distant part of his mind, Felston knew he had made this for SOME reason, but, he reasoned, if that reason had been so important, why had he now forgotten it? In any case, the sun was beginning to rise, the first rays of morning piercing into the dust-ridden workshop Feslton called home. He squinted angrily at his window, cursing their opacity and had a flash of inspiration.
Pushing his newest invention up to the window sill and grabbing some nearby drapery that was set out on his counter top for some reason, Felston threaded it onto the long, spring-loaded pole that sat atop his new machine. Once in place, he turned the crank and the whirring of cogs asserted their existence. The shaft stuck into the top of the machine rotated on its pivot 90 degrees, placing the spring pole horizontal to the top of the windowsill. With the press of a button, the spring was sprung and the pole whooshed into place: the drapery was now blocking out all but the barest hint of sun that crept through the edges of the opaque curtains. "Yes yes, perfect..." he muttered to himself, still wondering what exactly he had made this particular invention for. As it was, it functioned perfectly as a sun-blocking device, with the drapes attached and all, but he couldn't shake the feeling it wasn't quite what he had in mind originally. The more he thought about it, the more he felt like he was mad at the sun itself and wanted to block it out permanently... but he couldn't think of where his train of thought had gone afterwards. No no, best not to ponder too long, lest he lose the thought of a better invention. Yes yes, that was what he needed to do now, now that the sun was being blocked with his newest creation. Yes yes, back to work.
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