Through the Breach - S.P. Dossier File: Doktor Grym

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Dossier File

Trade Name: Doktor Grym

Common Name: Lutz Eizak

Born: August 6. 1827

Age: (Based on 1901) 74

Apparent Age: Early 40’s

An early study in mechanical engineering and assorted new sciences, Lutz finished his college studies just before his 18^th year. It was during his last few years of study he became very attached to the Bohemian lifestyle. The carefree attitude suited him and his thoughts marveled at its potential applications on humanity.

Within months of graduation he looked at assorted medical colleges and in short order earned himself a doktors license. Now so equipped, he took his knowledge and ran like a child through a penny candy store. After just a few years he had come up with chemicals and drugs that would allow someone to really feel free of mind and spirit.

While at the London World Expo in 1851 he had his first chance to examine a soul stone, though nearly exhausted of its essence he saw much pullulating below its surface. He knew at that time he must find a way to get his hands on some of them.

Being a Doktor afforded him many luxuries and when by chance he was taking care of a well off patient he saw his chance for gain. The patient was suffering from the cancer. Doktor Eizak pointly told the patient that the stones were the cause and that continued exposure would only quicken her death.

In days of having the soul stones he noted many wondrous effects and experimented on a number of them. He set to work at crafting devices from and distilling the soul stones.

He crafted lenses for a pair of unique spectacles that allowed him quickly judge the power still undecayed within them. He also found with fascination that he could see motes around those who might be able to wield them. From the distilled essence he crafted all kinds of alcohols, chemicals, drugs and medicines. He found all kinds of takers amongst his Bohemian friends, though at times the effects were encouraging at other times they were quite sinister.

After one sullen imbiber nearly beat the life out of him due to all his hair falling out, the Doktor woke in a hospital from coma a number of months later. His face and body were a wreck, his mind afire with tenebrous thoughts. He would never let his guard down again. At once he went to work crafting with recondite purpose; many a season went by with out a word from him to his old friends. Then the day came when Doktor Grym was born.

He strode out with top hat and cane, dressed in a fine suit. The body had been remade; a nose once smashed now lay straight and refined, as did a jaw and teeth that had been shattered. Black hair clipped short, a nicely pointed Royale and well manicured hands. His face carried an indifferent smile, though behind querulous musings rolled. His spectral specs astride his nose, abaft, his green eyes spied all those who would need redemption through the world of alchemy.

The man he sought out did not live very long, but his soul did provide sustenance, for the good Doktor needed fuel. This fuel could only be provided by consuming souls that ferment inside his specially altered soul stones. His Bohemian lifestyle had crossed the line and his return to the scene of his carefree former friends was met with preternatural awe and wonder, for the Doktor now had a magik touch. From then on the Doktor enjoyed the good life, at least in his eyes. He took to the dog races and high society, ever manipulating those who would give him what he wanted and needed to expose those to the carefree Bohemian lifestyle. He found solace in the dogs that ran the track for the spectators and whose owners’ whim let them live or die based on how they coursed. He selected two bitches set for death, renamed them Helen and Wanda, gave them the wonders of his magik and science.

Weeks later he brought them back to the track. To the naked eye they did not show any different than any other greyhound at the track save a little more definition. However below micro-stitched skin pulsed muscle that had been marinated in Doktor Grym’s marvelous tonics. The Doktor bet the whole house and walked away owning the track. A day later the Great Boundary reopened and the good Doktor felt it’s calling.

Doktor Grym stands 5’9” with a slim build, dark brown almost black hair, imperial or royale beard, green eyes, his skin is of nominal Caucasian tone, he bears no scars or blemishes. He carries an indifferent smile leading no one to suspect his dire joyful motives. His hands are clean and well manicured. He typically wears dark suits with top hats, always has his prismatic specs handy. His cane is a grandeur of alchemy, containing about 10 receptacles that contain assorted powders and extracts in concentrated forms. Two larger receptacles contain under pressure an oxidizer and liquefier that can be used to either create a jet, spray or cloud. They can also be used to inject a subject through either the handle or the end via hidden needles or spikes. He carries a number of extra receptacles and other kinds of dispensers on his person. His two girls are with him at all times and have been trained to respond to both vocal and hand signs as well as chemicals that the Doktor can release. He can also mark targets with these chemicals through assorted means that the girls can later track and follow or attack or guard. He also carries a silver letter opener and a simple selection of medical instruments in a roll-up tool holder. A gold pocket watch, note book and fountain pen. He is always kindly to portly old women who remind him of his mom, whose picture is on the inside of his watch.

Wanda has a blue coat and a white belly and nasal

Helen has a Brindle coat.

KSW

Comments welcome

Edited January 9, 2013 by GRYM