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Victor

(#35728154)

Head of Alpha-27 Lab

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Crazed Powermith

Energy: 48/50

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Length

20.03 m

Wingspan

19.15 m

Weight

5563.72 kg

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Hatchday

Sep 07, 2017
(6 years)

Breed

Adult
Ridgeback

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Water
Unusual

Level 1 Ridgeback

EXP: 0 / 245

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Victor

Council theme: X

Head of Alpha-27 laboratory
Victor is yet another scientist in this chaotic tangle of personalities. He operates with body modification experiments somewhat like Adore's and Pascal's, but he is very different from them - he is an open-minded, friendly Ridgeback who believes that it's immoral to be cruel to live subjects.
He treats his subjects like royalty, always listening to what they have to say. Because of this, he has earned a trustworthiness far stronger than any other.
He had always loved his daughter despite her open hostility. He does not approve of cruelty, but also has no enemies. Everyone just likes him. He is one of the oldest members of the Nexus alongside Winston, Blue, and Raymond.

Class: Great Council / Laboratory worker
Mate: Jayna
Other: Not for trade or replacement

Ethiera wrote:

Log 1

My name is Victor. Dr Victor, if you count my degree. I was the valedictorian student of my class in Storm’s Point Academy. It’s the most prestigious private engineering school in the Shifting Expanse. Well, at least, for now. Stormcatcher only knows how fast these things move…

0:16 of silence. Recording not paused.

I’m recording this for the education of future generations. Why, you ask? I don’t know. Dragons live for centuries, but technology endures even longer. Maybe I’m just speaking blind, in some futile hope that someone far into the future will discover this and glean some insight from my ramblings. And there I go again, rambling.

Recording paused for 2:43.

Alright, I think I’ve gathered my thoughts. When you’ve been staring at wires and metal for the better part of your life, it changes your thinking. You start seeing the world in numbers and formulae; everything systematic, logical. I spent so long surrounded by perfectly reasonable colleagues that I started to assume everyone else thought the same way. I thought all dragons strove for the same thing I did: The betterment of society. In other words, I think I believed the good in everyone. I think that was my downfall. She looked ever so innocent, you know. When the social worker placed her in my arms, I saw nothing but a sweet, orphaned Ridgeback in need of a father. Her name was Adore. At the time, I said it fit ever so well. In retrospect, it was cruel irony. I took her as my apprentice. I wasn’t just her father, I was also her teacher. I showed her my work, and taught her Draconic alongside robotics. So I’d be, say, screwing in a new part, and I’d point to it and say ‘axle’, ‘joint’, and she’d babble the words back at me. Sometimes I look back on those days and wonder: What went wrong? She started showing...darker signs, I think, around adolescence. I was a bit of an oddity in my team: Whenever I needed to test something, I always used a cadaver, or an artificial culture, instead of asking for a cheap fodder animal. Only on the rarest of incidents would I call for an intern. But when some exalted dragon crept in through the doors, I saw something in Adore’s eyes. They lit up. She sat up with sudden attention. It was like she’d been waiting for them to come. When I conducted my experiments, it was always as fast as I possibly could. I spoke to the subject, made sure they were comfortable, and had painkillers on claw. Once, I made the mistake of letting Adore try an incision. She took the knife with far too much glee, and made a quick slash. I snatched the knife away from her and apologised at once to the intern. Once I’d completed my experiment -- by myself -- I gave her a good long lecture about ethics in science. She apologised far too quickly, but what was I to do? She was my own child. I looked into her sweet eyes, and I found myself forgiving her...far too easily. If there’s one thing I know now, it’s this: Never let a madman know what they can get away with.

Recording paused for 0:38.

They grow up so fast, you know. Not two decades later, my little Adore was graduating from Storm’s Point with a degree in genetics. Her thesis: The Rationale for Integrating Electromagicism with the Living Being. Ah, I should probably elaborate on this. Electromagicism is the ‘in thing’ this century. It’s about combining natural dragon magic with artificial machinery to create new and extraordinary results. All these young scientists have been trying to become the next big name in electromagic engineering. I’ve seen more interns with golems and constructs than I could count. But my Adore wanted something more than a silly toy: She wanted to enhance a dragon’s physical and magical capabilities with steel and chrome. She said no one in the academy would teach her. ‘Fools, the lot of them,’ she said. ‘Can’t they see that it’d make Lightning the terror of Sornieth?’ ‘We don’t want to terrorise other flights,’ I told her. ‘We want to help them.’ I saw something cross her eyes, and oh, but I was such a fool back then. She caught me hook, line, and sinker in her pretend-remorse. ‘I know,’ she said, ‘I’m sorry. I just thought...couldn’t you at least show me your blueprints for that cyborg yesterday?’ My heart melted for her then. I took out my notes and taught her how I’d grafted a new arm onto the victim of a grievous war wound. Little did I know how she would take and twist my work for her own sick experiments.

5:00 of silence. Log automatically ended.

Log 2.

I could’ve stopped any time I wanted, you know. Adore was an adult now, not some naive youngster who didn’t understand why it was wrong to dissect a live croaker. She knew there were consequences to her actions; to every experiment, to every animal she tortured, to all the failed prototype cyborgs that she tossed aside like trash. She knew, and she revelled in her absolute absence of guilt. She needed funds. She needed a lab. She needed a steady stream of subjects. All of them came out of my own pocket. Why did I do it? I knew what she had become. In her quest for science, she had misplaced her morals. She was insane, and dangerous. Every time she came to me, I told her, through a choked-up throat, how much I believed she was better than this, but still I gave her everything she asked for. And now it’s too late, and she’s hurt so many dragons. She’s outgrown her old nag of a father, too. I can’t even recall the last time she spoke to me, be it face-to-face, or even holographically. Like one of her twisted experiments, I’ve been tossed aside like trash.

1:21 of silence. Recording not paused.

As a father, you love your child, no matter what. But sometimes...argh, they make it so bloody hard to.

End log.

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