Post by The Fiend on Dec 13, 2010 20:50:46 GMT -5
Your Information
Your Username: Ouroboros General
Your Display Name: Ouroboros General
Your Characters: Walt R Grimmlock
Character Profile Information
Full Name: Dr Walter R Grimlock
Alias: Mad Doc Grimlock. Walt to friends
Alchemist Name: The Psychopomp Alchemist
Race: Human
Age:[30
Height:6’6
Weight:280 Lbs
Sex:Male
Appearance: At first glance Grimlock doesn’t appear that intimidating, especially if he’s working the day shift. He’s tall with, scruffy red hair, kind and gentle green eyes, and often wears a small little half smile when amused. He usually wears a long white doctor’s coat and a stethoscope around his neck. It’s almost enough to make you forget the fact that he has two automail arms. When the sun sets and his real job starts though, one would hardly believe that Kindly Dr. Walt Grimlock and the Psychopomp Alchemist were really one and the same. He slicks his hair back into a scalp lock, wears a pair of blue tinted goggles to cover his eyes, and the half smile becomes a full on psychopathic grin that shows more teeth than it does emotion. The Doc’s modified surgeon’s gloves hide the fact that his auto mail arms are now outfitted with small retractable syringes on each finger and his white doctors coat has been replaced with a much longer full body version covered in blood. At the Night The Doc is literally dressed to kill.
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Weapon: 6 pairs of Six inch silver scalpels with transmutation circles etched into the blades hidden within his longcoat. 9 syringes containing a specially modified anesthetic that paralyze the subject, but still keep them conscious, and an extra syringe loaded with sodium pentothal for those rare times where the Doc wants his subject to speak, all of which are loaded into the fingers of his automail arms. He also hides a retractable machete in his right arm, and finally a military standard issue handgun.
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Character Abilities[/size]
Alchemic Ability: The Doc has modified his scalpels with alchemy to alter whatever living tissue the blades cut he does this by drawing part of the other half of his transmutation circle, an arrow which ordinarlly would be inside the circle with each cut on the skin. Once he makes three cuts the arrow is complete and he is able to activate his ability with the empty circles engraved on his scalpels. Specifically, his scalpels can stop blood clotting from wherever his blades caused the wound, and also put any pain receptors in the vicinity of the wound into overdrive. So If he slices a person’s arm, the wound will continue to bleed endlessly and hurt far more than it reasonably should, also the size of the cut directly affects how long it takes to heal and stop the flow, a smaller cut can take up to five minutes, a larger one thirty.
Homunculus Ability: (Keep in mind the plot when creating Homunculus. As a homunculus you are vulnerable to pain, are susceptible to death if you are decapitated or if your philosopher stone is destroyed. Also remember your ability as a homunculus should tie in with your personality and former alchemic abilities.)
Ouroboros Location:
Chimera Transformation:
Physical Fighting Abilities: Skilled Knife Fighter, Decent marksman
Character Background[/u][/size]
Personality: During the day Walt Grimlock is a pleasant individual. He’s soft spoken, kind to his patients, plays golf on the weekends, and has a snarky sense of humor. Most people have never heard of Doctor Walt raising his voice, let alone actively starting a confrontation. He’s generally considered one of West City’s best military surgeons and his dedication to the job never goes unnoticed. However when the sun goes down The Doc turns into a Class A sadist. He enjoys hunting for victims in the dead of night, cutting them open while enhancing their pain, and stalking them throughout the city, giving them the illusion of possible escape when really he just wants to accentuate their agony before sneaking up on them to inflict that last surgical strike. He then brings the remains home for experimentation and dissection. Whereas Doctor Walt is quiet and thoughtful, Mad Doc Grimlock is loud and abrasive. He talks to himself, laughs for no reason, shouts at inanimate objects, is sometimes completely unaware of other people around him, and generally acts likes he’s not playing with a full deck. He also loses his dedication to the “job” preferring to toy with his targets before outright killing them out of a twisted sense of fair play. Despite these massive differences between day and night, there are a couple of things about the Doctor that always hold true. First, that he believes Homunculi lose what makes them Human during the process because they essentially also lose the ability to create. This is especially offensive to the Doctor because he views creation as a sacred pillar of alchemy, science, the arts, and civilization in general. Second, his loyalty to his country never wavers; no matter if he’s the kindly doctor or the state sanctioned serial killer. Finally, he believes in equality in both of his incarnations. Doesn’t matter if your rich, poor, man, woman, child, or even enemy combatant. If you show up at his hospital he will do everything he can to ensure your survival. Likewise The Mad Doc doesn’t care about any of this either, just that if he’s been ordered to kill you, he will.
Likes and Dislikes: As Kindly Doctor Walt Grimlock: Likes Golf, Classical Music, Mystery Novels, Philosophy, Puzzles, driving in his old girlfriend’s black Volkswagen, and saving lives. He dislikes Violence, Alcohol, Suicide, large messes caused by surgery, and the Movies. As the Mad Doc: Likes whiskey, blood, hunting, cigars, The Blues, dissection, Pulp Fiction, experimentation, knives, the movies and sadism. Dislikes Squeamishness, Driving, Bad Moods, The Pain from his automaill arms, Homunculi, and Golf.
Birth Place: Rush Valley
Current Location: West City
History: Once upon a time there was an eccentric doctor who lived in Rush Valley. He was a kind man, if somewhat vulgar, and shared his office with an automail clinic run by his girlfriend Persephone Franz. He aspired to create, to take the field of surgery to brand new heights by applying alchemy to his craft. The Doctor’s name was Walt Grimlock and he earned the nickname Herr Doktor Psychopomp, called so because the citizens liked to joke that he had somehow escorted the souls of the people whose lives he had saved out of the underworld. All was fine and good, until his girlfriend and her two friends got into a car accident and were brutally mauled.
Grimlock, in his grief, locked himself in his laboratory for weeks, never coming out except to silently pick up orders of food. Eventually one of his neighbors mustered up the courage to venture inside, only to find something truly horrific. The Doctor had taken Persephone’s mangled body fixed it by grafting parts of her two friends’ vital organs and automail parts to her. She now was strapped to a cold metal table which had a complex alchemic transmutation circle on it, which continued through tattoos on her own body. When the neighbor asked what he was doing, Grimlock just laughed as he touched Persephone’s shoulder and said “Merely taking back what belongs here. Is that not my job?”
The Doctor soon found himself in front of the Truth. “Playing Doctor are we?” said the enigmatic smiling figure as the large gate behind him pulled Grimlock in, “Well today’s the day you get to see exactly why the fundamentals of creation, are something an ordinary human like you can never fully comprehend.” One psychedelic trip through ultimate knowledge later, and the doctor emerged on the other side, knowing things he never knew before. “Let me see it again.” The truth laughed “Sorry, but that would require more payment. And I’d say that with losing your right arm…” Grimlocks arm vanished into the ether “your left…” The left arm as well “And the ability to dream…any more collateral and you wouldn’t even be able to sculpt with your teeth, much less create anything of value.” Grimlock screamed as he saw truth grow his two arms, and he slipped into unconsciousness.
Grimlock woke up in a hospital bed a day later, and to say that his neighbors were angry is an understatement. Good thing the military is always in need of talent or the townspeople might have their beloved Herr Doctor out with stakes and torches. Seeing as he had given up on human transmutation, the Doc had no better options than to become a State Alchemist/surgeon the military provided Grimlock with two automail arms, but soon realized that the Doc was damaged goods in more than just one way. Because Grimlock had lost his ability to sleep, his mind had needed to find a way to cope with this loss. Two separate but distinct personalities had been born. One of these personalities represented his ego, Kindly Surgeon Doc Walt, which operated only during the day, who always followed orders, never complained, and generally acted like a fine intelligent upstanding citizen. And then there was the personality that only comes out at night, Mad Doc Grimlock, who represents the Doctor’s Id. He is an insane, incoherent compulsive killer, who only lives for self gratification and pleasure. The Doctor’s Superego, which would normally have compromised both of these aspects, had been lost with the ability to sleep. These personalities are completely unaware of each other, regarding the other’s existence as strange dreams. The military hadn’t exactly shied away from using psycho’s for hire before and with a war brewing they certainly saw no reason to not utilize both of Grimlock’s “Unique” talents to their advantage. The fact that both personalities had expressed deep loyalty to the military helped too. So now Doctor Walter Grimlock acts as a true Psychopomp, saving lives during the day, taking them away at night. Whether or not this story has a happy ending or a tragic one remains to be seen.
Conclusion[/u][/size]
Roleplay Sample: A dark cold lonely in West City. Down in a warehouse at a quarter to three. The Mad Doc Grimmlock was dressed to kill and his scalpels were twice as sharp as his white coat, sitting at a stool and organizing the tools on his workbench. Too bad for the poor Woman chained to the wall. A pretty young thing dressed in black velvet with auburn hair, pale skin, and green eyes. and As he pulled his surgical gloves over his claw tipped Automail arms she whimpered “Why are you doing this?” A smile that showed far more teeth than it did emotion transfixed his face as he pulled his goggles low over his eyes “Three reasons.”
He threw a scalpel at the young woman’s arm, hitting her in the right shoulder blade, causing her to scream in agony. The Doc merrily skipped over to to where she was chained and said “Save your screams for when it counts my dear, I want to savor them before they stop forever, now what were those reasons ah yes, ONE!” He pulled the scalpel down in a straight line causing it to glow slightly as the cut trailed down her arm. ”I’m highly paid of course. Two!” A sharp zigzag was made connecting the cut on her arm to her hand. “You’re a homunculus, and I can’t say I’m at all fond of that. Not one little bit. And of course Three!” He embellished the arrow with a few artistic touches, particularly a zig zag line that reached the veins near the elbow. A small ecstatic sigh escaped the Doc’s lips. “Cause I can.”
The blank circles on the scalpels and the makeshift arrow wound glowed red in unison. And then blood started to flow like a river out of the woman’s arm. Terror and realization escaped the woman’s face. A scream like no other erupted from her mouth before the Doctor placed two fingers over her lip. “Shhh, your ruining the moment. Just relax and take it all in. This is YOUR pain, revel in it, in the superiority of your perception. Trust me my dear I’m a Doctor!” Grimlock gently traced her lips down to the curves of her neck. “And I have prescribed you just the right medicine to make you feel all better.” A sharp needle poked out of the tip of the Doc’s index finger. And an instant later, the woman’s whimpering stopped, and her muscles went limp. The Doc laughed “Just something to help lighten the mood my dear. No more talking, or annoying little jerky movements, but you’ll still be able to feel everything! Doesn’t that sound wonderful?”
A machete emerged from the Doctor’s right arm “You know why I love cutting homunculi so much? It’s because I can do it over and over and you’ll still be alive! It’s such an exquisite feeling, bringing my patients to the verge of death, bringing them back, and then sending them right back to the tender care of the Grim Reaper. Trust me darling there really is nothing quite like it in the entire world.” He quickly cut through the woman’s belly. The woman was unable to react, save for the intense agony and guttural fear in her eyes. “That’s another thing you homunculi really must learn, that just because you have a philosopher’s stone where your heart used to be, doesn’t mean youll never die. You know?” Throughout the rest of the night The Mad Doc began the process of dissecting the homunculus all while gleefully singing No one beats him at his game
For very long but just the same Who cares, there's no place safe to hide Nowhere to run--no time to cry So celebrate while you still can 'Cause any second it may end. And when it's all been said and done . . . Better that you had some fun Instead of hiding in a shell-Why make your life a living hell? So have a toast, and down the cup And drink to bones that turn to dust ('cause) . . .
No one, no one, no one, no one No one lives forever!!
The next morning Doctor Walt awoke on his couch in a sweat. “Oh wow, what a crazy dream.” A look at the clock told the Doctor that it was almost time for Mrs. Robinson’s weekly checkup. “Heh, fifth time this week. How many times do I have to tell that woman that she’s perfectly healthy before it sinks in?” Walt calmly reached inside for his white coat, not quite noticing the one in the back drenched in blood with a million scalpel blades sticking out of the pockets, and whistled his way off to work.
Your Username: Ouroboros General
Your Display Name: Ouroboros General
Your Characters: Walt R Grimmlock
Character Profile Information
Full Name: Dr Walter R Grimlock
Alias: Mad Doc Grimlock. Walt to friends
Alchemist Name: The Psychopomp Alchemist
Race: Human
Age:[30
Height:6’6
Weight:280 Lbs
Sex:Male
Appearance: At first glance Grimlock doesn’t appear that intimidating, especially if he’s working the day shift. He’s tall with, scruffy red hair, kind and gentle green eyes, and often wears a small little half smile when amused. He usually wears a long white doctor’s coat and a stethoscope around his neck. It’s almost enough to make you forget the fact that he has two automail arms. When the sun sets and his real job starts though, one would hardly believe that Kindly Dr. Walt Grimlock and the Psychopomp Alchemist were really one and the same. He slicks his hair back into a scalp lock, wears a pair of blue tinted goggles to cover his eyes, and the half smile becomes a full on psychopathic grin that shows more teeth than it does emotion. The Doc’s modified surgeon’s gloves hide the fact that his auto mail arms are now outfitted with small retractable syringes on each finger and his white doctors coat has been replaced with a much longer full body version covered in blood. At the Night The Doc is literally dressed to kill.
Pic:(Optional. Please do not expand the page.)
Weapon: 6 pairs of Six inch silver scalpels with transmutation circles etched into the blades hidden within his longcoat. 9 syringes containing a specially modified anesthetic that paralyze the subject, but still keep them conscious, and an extra syringe loaded with sodium pentothal for those rare times where the Doc wants his subject to speak, all of which are loaded into the fingers of his automail arms. He also hides a retractable machete in his right arm, and finally a military standard issue handgun.
Pic:
Character Abilities[/size]
Alchemic Ability: The Doc has modified his scalpels with alchemy to alter whatever living tissue the blades cut he does this by drawing part of the other half of his transmutation circle, an arrow which ordinarlly would be inside the circle with each cut on the skin. Once he makes three cuts the arrow is complete and he is able to activate his ability with the empty circles engraved on his scalpels. Specifically, his scalpels can stop blood clotting from wherever his blades caused the wound, and also put any pain receptors in the vicinity of the wound into overdrive. So If he slices a person’s arm, the wound will continue to bleed endlessly and hurt far more than it reasonably should, also the size of the cut directly affects how long it takes to heal and stop the flow, a smaller cut can take up to five minutes, a larger one thirty.
Homunculus Ability: (Keep in mind the plot when creating Homunculus. As a homunculus you are vulnerable to pain, are susceptible to death if you are decapitated or if your philosopher stone is destroyed. Also remember your ability as a homunculus should tie in with your personality and former alchemic abilities.)
Ouroboros Location:
Chimera Transformation:
Physical Fighting Abilities: Skilled Knife Fighter, Decent marksman
Character Background[/u][/size]
Personality: During the day Walt Grimlock is a pleasant individual. He’s soft spoken, kind to his patients, plays golf on the weekends, and has a snarky sense of humor. Most people have never heard of Doctor Walt raising his voice, let alone actively starting a confrontation. He’s generally considered one of West City’s best military surgeons and his dedication to the job never goes unnoticed. However when the sun goes down The Doc turns into a Class A sadist. He enjoys hunting for victims in the dead of night, cutting them open while enhancing their pain, and stalking them throughout the city, giving them the illusion of possible escape when really he just wants to accentuate their agony before sneaking up on them to inflict that last surgical strike. He then brings the remains home for experimentation and dissection. Whereas Doctor Walt is quiet and thoughtful, Mad Doc Grimlock is loud and abrasive. He talks to himself, laughs for no reason, shouts at inanimate objects, is sometimes completely unaware of other people around him, and generally acts likes he’s not playing with a full deck. He also loses his dedication to the “job” preferring to toy with his targets before outright killing them out of a twisted sense of fair play. Despite these massive differences between day and night, there are a couple of things about the Doctor that always hold true. First, that he believes Homunculi lose what makes them Human during the process because they essentially also lose the ability to create. This is especially offensive to the Doctor because he views creation as a sacred pillar of alchemy, science, the arts, and civilization in general. Second, his loyalty to his country never wavers; no matter if he’s the kindly doctor or the state sanctioned serial killer. Finally, he believes in equality in both of his incarnations. Doesn’t matter if your rich, poor, man, woman, child, or even enemy combatant. If you show up at his hospital he will do everything he can to ensure your survival. Likewise The Mad Doc doesn’t care about any of this either, just that if he’s been ordered to kill you, he will.
Likes and Dislikes: As Kindly Doctor Walt Grimlock: Likes Golf, Classical Music, Mystery Novels, Philosophy, Puzzles, driving in his old girlfriend’s black Volkswagen, and saving lives. He dislikes Violence, Alcohol, Suicide, large messes caused by surgery, and the Movies. As the Mad Doc: Likes whiskey, blood, hunting, cigars, The Blues, dissection, Pulp Fiction, experimentation, knives, the movies and sadism. Dislikes Squeamishness, Driving, Bad Moods, The Pain from his automaill arms, Homunculi, and Golf.
Birth Place: Rush Valley
Current Location: West City
History: Once upon a time there was an eccentric doctor who lived in Rush Valley. He was a kind man, if somewhat vulgar, and shared his office with an automail clinic run by his girlfriend Persephone Franz. He aspired to create, to take the field of surgery to brand new heights by applying alchemy to his craft. The Doctor’s name was Walt Grimlock and he earned the nickname Herr Doktor Psychopomp, called so because the citizens liked to joke that he had somehow escorted the souls of the people whose lives he had saved out of the underworld. All was fine and good, until his girlfriend and her two friends got into a car accident and were brutally mauled.
Grimlock, in his grief, locked himself in his laboratory for weeks, never coming out except to silently pick up orders of food. Eventually one of his neighbors mustered up the courage to venture inside, only to find something truly horrific. The Doctor had taken Persephone’s mangled body fixed it by grafting parts of her two friends’ vital organs and automail parts to her. She now was strapped to a cold metal table which had a complex alchemic transmutation circle on it, which continued through tattoos on her own body. When the neighbor asked what he was doing, Grimlock just laughed as he touched Persephone’s shoulder and said “Merely taking back what belongs here. Is that not my job?”
The Doctor soon found himself in front of the Truth. “Playing Doctor are we?” said the enigmatic smiling figure as the large gate behind him pulled Grimlock in, “Well today’s the day you get to see exactly why the fundamentals of creation, are something an ordinary human like you can never fully comprehend.” One psychedelic trip through ultimate knowledge later, and the doctor emerged on the other side, knowing things he never knew before. “Let me see it again.” The truth laughed “Sorry, but that would require more payment. And I’d say that with losing your right arm…” Grimlocks arm vanished into the ether “your left…” The left arm as well “And the ability to dream…any more collateral and you wouldn’t even be able to sculpt with your teeth, much less create anything of value.” Grimlock screamed as he saw truth grow his two arms, and he slipped into unconsciousness.
Grimlock woke up in a hospital bed a day later, and to say that his neighbors were angry is an understatement. Good thing the military is always in need of talent or the townspeople might have their beloved Herr Doctor out with stakes and torches. Seeing as he had given up on human transmutation, the Doc had no better options than to become a State Alchemist/surgeon the military provided Grimlock with two automail arms, but soon realized that the Doc was damaged goods in more than just one way. Because Grimlock had lost his ability to sleep, his mind had needed to find a way to cope with this loss. Two separate but distinct personalities had been born. One of these personalities represented his ego, Kindly Surgeon Doc Walt, which operated only during the day, who always followed orders, never complained, and generally acted like a fine intelligent upstanding citizen. And then there was the personality that only comes out at night, Mad Doc Grimlock, who represents the Doctor’s Id. He is an insane, incoherent compulsive killer, who only lives for self gratification and pleasure. The Doctor’s Superego, which would normally have compromised both of these aspects, had been lost with the ability to sleep. These personalities are completely unaware of each other, regarding the other’s existence as strange dreams. The military hadn’t exactly shied away from using psycho’s for hire before and with a war brewing they certainly saw no reason to not utilize both of Grimlock’s “Unique” talents to their advantage. The fact that both personalities had expressed deep loyalty to the military helped too. So now Doctor Walter Grimlock acts as a true Psychopomp, saving lives during the day, taking them away at night. Whether or not this story has a happy ending or a tragic one remains to be seen.
Conclusion[/u][/size]
Roleplay Sample: A dark cold lonely in West City. Down in a warehouse at a quarter to three. The Mad Doc Grimmlock was dressed to kill and his scalpels were twice as sharp as his white coat, sitting at a stool and organizing the tools on his workbench. Too bad for the poor Woman chained to the wall. A pretty young thing dressed in black velvet with auburn hair, pale skin, and green eyes. and As he pulled his surgical gloves over his claw tipped Automail arms she whimpered “Why are you doing this?” A smile that showed far more teeth than it did emotion transfixed his face as he pulled his goggles low over his eyes “Three reasons.”
He threw a scalpel at the young woman’s arm, hitting her in the right shoulder blade, causing her to scream in agony. The Doc merrily skipped over to to where she was chained and said “Save your screams for when it counts my dear, I want to savor them before they stop forever, now what were those reasons ah yes, ONE!” He pulled the scalpel down in a straight line causing it to glow slightly as the cut trailed down her arm. ”I’m highly paid of course. Two!” A sharp zigzag was made connecting the cut on her arm to her hand. “You’re a homunculus, and I can’t say I’m at all fond of that. Not one little bit. And of course Three!” He embellished the arrow with a few artistic touches, particularly a zig zag line that reached the veins near the elbow. A small ecstatic sigh escaped the Doc’s lips. “Cause I can.”
The blank circles on the scalpels and the makeshift arrow wound glowed red in unison. And then blood started to flow like a river out of the woman’s arm. Terror and realization escaped the woman’s face. A scream like no other erupted from her mouth before the Doctor placed two fingers over her lip. “Shhh, your ruining the moment. Just relax and take it all in. This is YOUR pain, revel in it, in the superiority of your perception. Trust me my dear I’m a Doctor!” Grimlock gently traced her lips down to the curves of her neck. “And I have prescribed you just the right medicine to make you feel all better.” A sharp needle poked out of the tip of the Doc’s index finger. And an instant later, the woman’s whimpering stopped, and her muscles went limp. The Doc laughed “Just something to help lighten the mood my dear. No more talking, or annoying little jerky movements, but you’ll still be able to feel everything! Doesn’t that sound wonderful?”
A machete emerged from the Doctor’s right arm “You know why I love cutting homunculi so much? It’s because I can do it over and over and you’ll still be alive! It’s such an exquisite feeling, bringing my patients to the verge of death, bringing them back, and then sending them right back to the tender care of the Grim Reaper. Trust me darling there really is nothing quite like it in the entire world.” He quickly cut through the woman’s belly. The woman was unable to react, save for the intense agony and guttural fear in her eyes. “That’s another thing you homunculi really must learn, that just because you have a philosopher’s stone where your heart used to be, doesn’t mean youll never die. You know?” Throughout the rest of the night The Mad Doc began the process of dissecting the homunculus all while gleefully singing No one beats him at his game
For very long but just the same Who cares, there's no place safe to hide Nowhere to run--no time to cry So celebrate while you still can 'Cause any second it may end. And when it's all been said and done . . . Better that you had some fun Instead of hiding in a shell-Why make your life a living hell? So have a toast, and down the cup And drink to bones that turn to dust ('cause) . . .
No one, no one, no one, no one No one lives forever!!
The next morning Doctor Walt awoke on his couch in a sweat. “Oh wow, what a crazy dream.” A look at the clock told the Doctor that it was almost time for Mrs. Robinson’s weekly checkup. “Heh, fifth time this week. How many times do I have to tell that woman that she’s perfectly healthy before it sinks in?” Walt calmly reached inside for his white coat, not quite noticing the one in the back drenched in blood with a million scalpel blades sticking out of the pockets, and whistled his way off to work.
