Halfling in the Playground
Join Date: Feb 2007
Re: ACRONYM Character Registry.
Creation. Creations are one of Professor Affidavit's greatest pieces of work, living creatures created entirely from metals with a fanatical devotion to their master, the Professor. Without a body of his own, the Prof has been forced to inhabit or "possess" his creations.
47 (although the bodies of the creations he now possesses are all in the single figures in terms of age, with a life span of a few centuries)
2-6. It varies significantly depending on what creation he's currently possessing, and how many others are around to assist him.
The mind of a mad scientist, arrogant and ignorant beyond belief, spread across the hundreds of creations that serve him without question. The creations are all humanoids of varying heights, all except one type created entirely from metal, and all eerily similar in appearance, making it difficult to ever apart. However, the shapeshifting creations, without fail, always take the appearance of Affidavit himself when possessed.
Affidavit's appearance was that of a young-looking man (despite being in his mid-forties) with blond hair and one blue eye, the other having been taken out and replaced with an artificial one. His right hand is permanently covered in a thick leather glove, and despite the relative ease with which he could repair this fault in his appearance, he has never desired to. One other habit that remains to this day, is his ever present walking stick, with a large ruby as the handle. Again, uneccessary now, Affidavit still insists on carrying it about when using his own form. It seems that, despite the complete lack of need for a weak, fleshy body, he cannot completely abandon it. He desires to remain the same way he has always looked.
A miniature army of creations, enough tools, devices and parts to create pretty much anything he desires, and countless inventions designed to inflict pain, misery and terror into the hearts of anyone unfortunate enough to become part of his experiments.
Professor has lived a long and complicated life...
In his early life, he was quickly recognised as a prodigy, with incredible intelligence. His continued rise through the ranks of society was fast, and remarkable. However, it became too much for him. The degree to which he outclassed all others came back to haunt him. He made huge advances in multiple fields of science, he brought an age of peace to his land and all was happy.
But people demanded more. Unsatisfied, expecting him to continue to produce the kind of results that had come before, they demanded more...and more...and more. It drove him mad. Unable to bear the pressure put on him by the ungrateful people that surrounded him, he cracked. His creations turned on everyone, slaughtering tens of thousands of people who had come to rely on him so much. The world ran red with blood, and all that was left by the end was a barren wasteland with a single, vast laboratory in place, so he could continue his work.
However the Professor is never satisfied. His lust for power was insatiable, and so he left his home and ended up in the Nexus, back in the days of the old Town. He joined KNAVES, using them as a place to work away quietly, and safely, while acting like he supported their goals totally. Numerous attempts to take over the town took place, the police were engaged in a near-constant war with them, and Affidavit produced some of his finest work there including the infamous liquid agony.
However, nothing lasts. Eventually KNAVES fell apart. Their leader left, and without him, the fragile bonds that held all the members together were shattered. Very little blood was spilled, but continued co-operation was impossible. They all went their separate ways, and Affidavit found himself lost without the security that KNAVES had provided for so long. He wandered, joining several organisations briefly but never lasting, finding them all to be lacking the same appeal that KNAVES had.
Then, in enupnion town, Affidavit briefly joined forces with Magtok. It turned out to be his first serious mistake. Magtok's plans and inventions were treated with disgust by Affidavit, and he openly claimed that Magtok was not a proper scientist, and unworthy of being leader of any organisation of any sort. After several arguments he was kicked out, and shortly afterwards Magtok sent out an assassin to kill him.
Hannah, as she is now known, slit the Professor's throat and killed him within moments. However, Affidavit is one of the most paranoid people around. He had made plans, even for his own death, and his mind, his thoughts, his consciousness was split among the hundreds of creations in his service. Driven mad by the sudden rush of power (as has happened further in the past once or twice) he initially tried to get his revenge on Magtok, before calming down and simply resuming his normal work.
Nothing, however, has ever given Affidavit the same thrill as his time in KNAVES. He still treats his KNAVES uniform with respect, and still thinks of himself as the second in command of one of the greatest organisations ever to terrorise the Nexus. That's what he remembers KNAVES as anyway. More to the point though, his continued searches for something to replace KNAVES all proved futile, and so, he planned a return to the castle.
Now, he's back, at the KNAVES castle once more. The deserted, hollow, damaged remains of the KNAVES castle anyway. He dreams of making it great again, a goal that is both foolish and unachievable. However, at the very least the KNAVES castle is the perfect site to live out his fantasies, to let himself feel like he's part of the long dead organisation once more.
And now that he's back, his experiments can begin properly once more. Some of them may well be repeats though as his travels have resulted in the loss of the odd creation before he could withdraw from its mind, and as a result several of his memories have been lost.
Affidavit used to be a cannibal, and still enjoys the taste of flesh and blood.
Although the details are fuzzy, Affidavit remembers enough to know Magtok is responsible for his death, and still desires vengeance.
I will, at some point, be posting a list of the many kinds of creation he possesses
Before you criticise someone, walk a mile in their shoes. That way, when you criticise them, you'll be a mile away and you'll have their shoes.
Strangers passing in the street,
By chance two separate glances meet.
And I am you, and what I see is me.
Ithuriel the angel by Gulaghar
Last edited by Gnrlshrimp : 11-30-2009 at 07:03 PM.