[ Viktor was not expecting to wake up at all. He was not expecting to have a body, and he was not expecting to have survived what had just happened to him. Unfortunately for those who wake up in the wagon with him, a startled gasp as he jolts up from his position on either the couch or bed is sure to startle anyone nearby. His body is still that strange alien form of organic flesh and strange metal. He doesn't say anything as he merely sits there in shock as he looks at his hands, his legs, his body...which is fully on display given the shortness of the robes. He will finally snap out of his dazed haze and mutter only a single sentence. ] This is wrong.
[ How can this even be? ]
Actor Resume;
THE HERALD
Height: 5'7 Weight: 130 lbs Age: 33 Eye color: Cosmic Hair color: Brown with gold highlights
• Science • Sentient objects of indeterminate power • Sweets
SPECIAL SKILLS
• Mind manipulation • Monster transformation • Questionable handjobs
Costume Department;
No I. This is...enough, please. [ He is ushered into the warehouse amongst everyone else, but his presence is probably easily forgettable. It's something Viktor has always been, normally, he's not so sure anymore after his stint as the Machine Herald. But he does try to make himself as invisible as possible. It's a hard thing to do when one's body is made entirely of metal. People tend to notice such distinct characteristics.
This is all very overwhelming to him still, as you can see him off to the side of the various spaces holding costumes, trying to be normal. Be...alive, or something to that effect. His expression is distant, as are his eyes, which swirl with a strange, colorful glow. He looks beside himself as he tries to manage his contact with anyone who comes by. The costume he's chosen is that of a mage's hooded robe. He's secured it for himself as it was one of the only options that would cover his strange form. It's like he doesn't want to be perceived at all, but more importantly, it's like he doesn't want to touch anyone either, as he wraps it tighter around his person, using it to create a boundary of contact between himself and others. ]
Starwarblers - gemstone egg;
[ Once. It is what he tells himself. He will participate in this once and never again. The only thing keeping him in this role is the promise of research and evaluation of the strange egg that sits in its incubation pod before him. Viktor is wearing a typical lab coat and gloves. His curiosity overrode his thoughts to leave and be away from this place so he could think. For now, he simply writes his observations of the egg on the pad and paper provided. He's perhaps too into his role?? But maybe if he ignores all other cues from the staff, that will dissuade them from interrupting or force them to replace him and his part to play in this utter nonsense. For anyone who comes into the room, he will turn to regard them with a strange look, his eyes swirling with that strange prismatic glow. ]
You're interrupting. [ Is the curt reply as he gives them a look. ]
Swan Lake;
[ Viktor is hardly cut out for such things as movies, theatrics, and the like. They wanted him? To be in front of so many people? He would rather explode into cosmic dust once more than endure something so brazenly open, such as this. No. He would not do it, never, in this body or otherwise. So he gets away as fast as he's able, a day or two after arriving. He gives them one chance, and even that is too much. If it weren't for the overwhelming sense of guilt of having taken so much from others so recently in his mind, he wouldn't have done it at all. But like his skin, he does not fit into the mold that they have made for him here. Another outlier in a strange and unusual place. And so he leaves to investigate, to search, for what? He doesn't know, and he had no thoughts in mind as to what to look for. He hadn't expected himself to be alive, and yet here he was.
Uncomfortable in his skin, he finally finds a suitable place to, well, have a breakdown of sorts. The book he has by his side lies unopened as his hands shake, and he takes a moment to curl up into himself. His knees pressed to his chest as he simply stared into the distance, watching the neon signs of buildings around him. The solitude of the library brings minimal comfort.
He feels too much in that moment after not having had any emotions for several months. He doesn't know what this place has seen in him to think that he is capable or deserving of love of this sort. But it's a painful admission that he doesn't linger too much on. He's simply trying to collect his thoughts now that he's here. A hard thing to do when his head was filled with thousands of voices mere days ago. ]
Wildcard;
[ Feel free to hit me up with another prompt or hash something out with me via PM or over on plurk @ pathogenic! Viktor will be mostly at Ugly Duckling University, Cloud Dwelling Garden, and the Conservatory. He is also post canon so please let me know if you'd rather avoid spoilers, and I'll be sure to work around them! ]
Viktor | Arcane | new character
[ Viktor was not expecting to wake up at all. He was not expecting to have a body, and he was not expecting to have survived what had just happened to him. Unfortunately for those who wake up in the wagon with him, a startled gasp as he jolts up from his position on either the couch or bed is sure to startle anyone nearby. His body is still that strange alien form of organic flesh and strange metal. He doesn't say anything as he merely sits there in shock as he looks at his hands, his legs, his body...which is fully on display given the shortness of the robes. He will finally snap out of his dazed haze and mutter only a single sentence. ] This is wrong.
[ How can this even be? ]
Actor Resume;
Height: 5'7
Weight: 130 lbs
Age: 33
Eye color: Cosmic
Hair color: Brown with gold highlights
• Tragic yearning friend
• Cult leader
• Scientist
• Science
• Sentient objects of indeterminate power
• Sweets
• Mind manipulation
• Monster transformation
• Questionable handjobs
Costume Department;
No I. This is...enough, please. [ He is ushered into the warehouse amongst everyone else, but his presence is probably easily forgettable. It's something Viktor has always been, normally, he's not so sure anymore after his stint as the Machine Herald. But he does try to make himself as invisible as possible. It's a hard thing to do when one's body is made entirely of metal. People tend to notice such distinct characteristics.
This is all very overwhelming to him still, as you can see him off to the side of the various spaces holding costumes, trying to be normal. Be...alive, or something to that effect. His expression is distant, as are his eyes, which swirl with a strange, colorful glow. He looks beside himself as he tries to manage his contact with anyone who comes by. The costume he's chosen is that of a mage's hooded robe. He's secured it for himself as it was one of the only options that would cover his strange form. It's like he doesn't want to be perceived at all, but more importantly, it's like he doesn't want to touch anyone either, as he wraps it tighter around his person, using it to create a boundary of contact between himself and others. ]
Starwarblers - gemstone egg;
[ Once. It is what he tells himself. He will participate in this once and never again. The only thing keeping him in this role is the promise of research and evaluation of the strange egg that sits in its incubation pod before him. Viktor is wearing a typical lab coat and gloves. His curiosity overrode his thoughts to leave and be away from this place so he could think. For now, he simply writes his observations of the egg on the pad and paper provided. He's perhaps too into his role?? But maybe if he ignores all other cues from the staff, that will dissuade them from interrupting or force them to replace him and his part to play in this utter nonsense. For anyone who comes into the room, he will turn to regard them with a strange look, his eyes swirling with that strange prismatic glow. ]
You're interrupting. [ Is the curt reply as he gives them a look. ]
Swan Lake;
[ Viktor is hardly cut out for such things as movies, theatrics, and the like. They wanted him? To be in front of so many people? He would rather explode into cosmic dust once more than endure something so brazenly open, such as this. No. He would not do it, never, in this body or otherwise. So he gets away as fast as he's able, a day or two after arriving. He gives them one chance, and even that is too much. If it weren't for the overwhelming sense of guilt of having taken so much from others so recently in his mind, he wouldn't have done it at all. But like his skin, he does not fit into the mold that they have made for him here. Another outlier in a strange and unusual place. And so he leaves to investigate, to search, for what? He doesn't know, and he had no thoughts in mind as to what to look for. He hadn't expected himself to be alive, and yet here he was.
Uncomfortable in his skin, he finally finds a suitable place to, well, have a breakdown of sorts. The book he has by his side lies unopened as his hands shake, and he takes a moment to curl up into himself. His knees pressed to his chest as he simply stared into the distance, watching the neon signs of buildings around him. The solitude of the library brings minimal comfort.
He feels too much in that moment after not having had any emotions for several months. He doesn't know what this place has seen in him to think that he is capable or deserving of love of this sort. But it's a painful admission that he doesn't linger too much on. He's simply trying to collect his thoughts now that he's here. A hard thing to do when his head was filled with thousands of voices mere days ago. ]
Wildcard;
[ Feel free to hit me up with another prompt or hash something out with me via PM or over on plurk @