Four Months Ago: Fenrir Queen || 17 || Male || Straight || Mother/ Unknown. Father/ Zeus || Black hair, lightning blue eyes, white skin and a flashy smile || Biker, Chill || Electricity || Secluded, sarcastic, dark || Fencing || none || none yet || DINOSAURS || Now: Dr. Henry Jekyll "Prometheus" Frankenstein ⧖ 23 ⧖ Male, He/Him ⧖ Currently AroAce. ⧖ Early Victorian Time Realm ⧖ Henry, from a young age, has fought the insanity and unrighteousness living inside himself. A man of his profession and civility wasn't meant to act in such a way as the evil inside him requested to act. The urge had been a part of him as long as he could remember- instinct, he'd assumed. Desperate to rid himself of the unholiness inside of him, Dr. Frankenstein spent endless days of study and toil on a dr^g- one crafted to rid his soul from it entirely. In his attempts to mask his evil with the elixir, Dr. Frankenstein doesn't get rid of his problem but increases its danger tenfold. Upon taking the serum, Henry was transformed- not too much physically, but entirely mentally. Henry is said to be a calm, kind man. However, once transformed, his personality is mysterious and merciless. The only difference between each form are his eyes and his skin, luckily, along with his manner of carrying himself. Henry's eyes- often a lovely icy blue- glow in an unearthly manner once transformed, and his skin pales inhumanly. His teeth sharpen- though not as sharp a vampire's would. Normally, Henry carries himself with refinity and dignity, always polite to others, albeit a bit.. dark. The impurity, however, causes him to carry himself stiffly and with beastly posturing. Henry doesn't have many acquaintances, and is often mocked by others for his studies and beliefs. Henry's t0rt^r3 only grew as he continued to take the serum- as he felt it helped him- though, he only lost more and more control and gained more and more addiction. Henry was on the brink of insanity by the third year of taking this elixir. Henry spent all of his time alone- locked away in his mansion (his family was quite wealthy). He was obsessed with his studies. He began to look more and more ill-fallen daily, dark bags residing under his eyes from sleep deprivation. He'd earned his doctorate at an incredibly young age- fifteen, to be exact- in psychiatry and human analogy. He strived to find another solution- another alternative. A way to escape the beast of man within himself, itching to escape at any moment. After many restless nights, starvation, and even attempts at s(form of death- ends with an 'e'), Henry had come across an old book of his- electrical studies. The chemical structures... bonded nearly perfectly with human flesh. That, he guessed, was why man could be electrocuted. Finally motivated, Henry dove into his studies- and further into his obsession to rid himself of the pain. His obsession for revenge upon those who'd begun to mock him. And proof against those who thought him mental for his studies. Perhaps if he could find another vessel for the unholiness... no. He couldn't place that burden upon another soul. Then it came to him: what if there was no soul for the evil to t0rt^r3? The next of his deeds... was quite unholy. Henry unearthed the c0rps3 of his recently deceased brother from his grave. Henry had barely noticed his older brother, whom of which had gone to travel when he was a lad. But he'd come back, just that last year. And he'd been so caught up in his studies.... he felt horrible. Responsible for his death. But, he wouldn't be harming a lifeless thing, right? ...That's what Henry convinced himself. Under the cloak of darkness, Dr. Frankenstein dragged his brother- Victor, by name- back to his mansion's lab. Henry poured all that remained of him into the corpse before him. Its new host. Perhaps, if he'd managed to bring back his brother with this evil... he could save others as well. Maybe death didn't have to be permanent. Dr. Frankenstein spent the next hour studying the organs- almost perfectly preserved, to his fortune. Removing the organs- along with them, the rest of the parts, he worked on each and every one until it was perfect. Flawless. Precise. The most perfect human in all of creation. For the next few days, he hid his project under a sheet atop a hospital bed in his lab. He knew his fellow townsfolk would have him h^ng if they knew of such manners. But if he could show them he was right- they were sure to listen. Over the course of these days, he worked on the body like a puzzle. Each and every part was placed intricately (I won't get into detail, you're welcome), and lastly, the organs were put back in their proper places. Though... not the heart. That, he injected the elixir he'd crafted for himself into, in hopes of it transfering the evil from himself to this... creature. Making his way back to it and unveiling his creation, Henry looked down at it with pride.
"...Now for the final piece..." He murmured, placing the heart back into its chest cavity and slowly stitching the hole. At last, the time had come to shock life into it. He'd be the first man to create life- the Modern Prometheus. Like Prometheus, he was willing to take the consequences to rid himself of the t0rt^r3 humanities beast brought, to unlock the key to life itself- to reanimate the dead themselves. Thunder boomed outside, lightning breaking through the clouds and lighting the dark room for quick, jagged moments. The storm's zenith was at hand. Watching the window carefully, Henry flipped the switch- falling to the floor and wrapping his hands around his neck in a ch0k3d manner. It was as if he'd ripped his soul from his body, rather than transferred the evil. It was holding on. With grit teeth, he fought- and won. Gasping and releasing his neck, Henry coughed upon the ground. He... couldn't stay down there much longer. Sprinting as much as his body would allow him at such a state, Henry stopped inside his room, panting in front of his mirror. Had it... worked. Placing his hands against his face, he laughed at it. At it all. It had /worked/. He'd done the impossible. He'd rid himself. Forever. Another laugh. That... that one wasn't his. Turning his head, horror came across his features. There it was: the stitched up vision of his brother. "...V-victor?" His eyes widened. The creature... only repeated it. Of course it couldn't be Victor. The monster before him possessed no soul- no essence of Victor. Only unholiness. Angered, he growled, waving his hand to the side for the beast to leave. But... it only again reflected his movements. The creature was massive- perhaps the electricity had heightened the corpse? Its muscle was thick and an odd, sickly looking gray-green. Across its neck, two bolts which he'd never gotten the chance to remove. Its eyes were lifeless, though it clearly moved and breathed. After a moment of staring up at it- it simply... took his neck. Just like that. With a shout, he attempted to free himself from the creatures sudden and impossibly strong grasp. As it touched him, however, their flesh started to... collide? No! No, this couldn't be! It was...-- not impossible. He didn't have time to think about that. No, his mind went to the unbearable pain spreading through his body. The screams escaping his lungs. And the way he passed out when the pain overtook his senses. ⧖ Human-ish? Basically a self-made monster rn lmao- told you it was confusing ⧖ Dr. Frankenstein possesses a muscular and thin body with a tall, lean form. His shoulders are slightly broadened, though with a downwards slope that give them an oddly attractive curve- though his shoulders square towards the ends. His body is invertedly triangular. His chest is broadened, while his waist is thin and often corseted tightly. Frankenstein's jaw is elegantly squared with a distinctively manly sort of length to the chin. His sirened and lovely icy blue eyes retain an angular shaping, often described as regal. His features are seen as "princely", with a well-sculpted and outwardly pointed straight nose, a flashy and pearly-white smile, and a perfectly sloped forehead. Henry does not appear to be fused with a monster- however, in moments of anger, or sometimes even simply at random, his eyes will glow eerily, his teeth sharpen, and his back arches slightly. He loses all civil manner and human thoughts, along with his overall memories of these times. Dr. Frankenstein's skin is peachy, and slightly paled. He possesses thick and dark brows, complimenting his rare smile. Henry's hair is a medium-length raven-black, reaching his shoulders in length. Its mostly straight, however it waves downwards messily in a few places. Henry almost always wears his hair up, however- preferably in messy or lazy buns, but sometimes on more formal occasions in a styled ponytail. His hands are strong and muscled, along with his neck. His lips are full, thick, and rich though natural and still possessing a masculinity to them. His lashes are long, and his eyelids are naturally a glossy purple- often causing him to appear as if he'd used makeup. ⧖ As earlier mentioned, hes a psychiatrist and a human anatomy doctor, with a doctorate in each. He basically studies human bodies, fear, mentality, and disorders/how the human mind develops them. ⧖ Henry doesn't use weaponry much- but when and if he does, its a simple- yet sharp- steel leather-hilted dagger he's found to his liking. In his beastly form, Dr. Frankenstein possesses incredibly enhanced strength. Otherwise, Henry is perfectly comfortable with using his fists to fight. After all, he'd fought his way out of a n00$3. ((I even had to cut off some parts--))
