Brainwash
Charming - Sadistic - Narcissistic
BRAINWASH
Pet Name: Brainwash
Owner: unicorn
Theme / Type: Phantom Ahbruis
Born: February 25, 2010
Gender: Male
Mood: Mad
MisticPal Name: Ambition
MisticPal Age: 5140 Days
Battle Portal Stats
Hit Points: 5 / 5
Strength: 5
Defense: 4
Speed: 3
Intellect: 4
Misticpower: 1
Battles Won: 0
Battles Lost: 0
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Books Read
Books Read: None
Exotic Foods Eaten
Foods Eaten: 0/1254 [ View Foods ]
RECORDS
A monster?
Oh no dear. I'm just very, very brilliant.
Name; Bryan Yves Welshky
Age; 29
Occupation; Retired Pharmacologist
SO; Pan, not interested
Lover; edit
Personality; Arrogant, self-absorbed, blunt, smug
"Ah, yes. I see. Please, do come in." A handsome blonde man in a white lab coat opens the door for you and nods his head in the direction of a low steel table in his... office. Well, he would call it an office but it looked more like the laboratory of a mad scientist. The room is awfully small to start with. The walls are painted with a light shade of gray, which would normally give off a intense eerie feeling if it weren't for the considerable amount of sunlight shining through the barred window in the back of the room. Which, you notice as the man closes the door, is the only significant source of light in the room.
You reluctantly prop yourself up on the table. You try your best to ignore the rust-colored stains (stains on stainless steel? What's going on here?!) on the table and look up at the male before you.
He's leaned back on his elbows against a steel table, not much cleaner then the one you're sitting on. It's covered with stacks of books that have been opened so many times the spines are falling off with random papers protruding out of each of them. Neon green tabs are stuck out like a full flowing skirt on each of the books. A desk lamp with no light bulb sits at the very back, watching over a black coffee mug filled with cap-chewed red pens. A shelf above his desk is lined with jars you hope are filled with innocent substances.
Your attention is quickly returned to the man in the lab coat. He's not shockingly good-looking but he's far from ugly. Shamelessly, the first three buttons on his tucked-in shirt are undone, revealing smooth fair skin. His neck is long, but not scrawny, which goes for the rest of his body, down to his long legs, which currently had their ankles crossed. A sudden tap of his foot almost makes you flinch as you look back up to his face, where a co cky grin and amused eyes point in your direction.
Crap. You were caught checking him out.
He was still grinning when he pulled out a pair of thick-rimmed glasses from his pocket and reached for a clip board on the desk behind him.
"Right..." his brown eyes skimmed through the sheet on the clip board before tossing it in some random direction, thankfully for you, happened to be a wall to his left. "So. Mrs... Miss? Mr.? Whatever. You're here for that, aren't you?"
You give him a questioning look.
"Oh please don't tell me," he placed a palm on his forehead and glared at you from the corner of his eye, "you've never heard of it? Geez, I thought you looked stupid but I just assumed it was an attempt to be cute." He threw his hands up. "What's wrong with kids these days?"
Before you know it, he's leaned into your face, your nose barely a centimeter apart from his. He stares into your eyes for a moment before turning on his heel.
"Quick History lesson. Back when people had to cut their toenails with their own two hands, when Italy was shaped like a boot instead of a seahorse like it is now, and before you could buy cars that could run on jello there was this program installed in every human. Now it is considered obsolete, but I agree not!" the doctor's brow furrowed.
"This program... was called LOVE."
You cringe at the sound of a Forbidden Word. You couldn't help but notice how the man smiles ear-to-ear at your reaction.
"I'm sorry, I'm getting a little ahead of myself," he twirls around to face you and clears his throat. "My name is Bryan Yves Welshky. Doctor Bryan Yves Welshky if you want to get technical." He winks at you.
"I'm the father of the infamous drug known as Love. Named after the amazing program from our past, my drug can practically recreate the original program's aspects and have the user's body react at it's will, preforming a wonderful and endless pleasure for him or her."
"Sadly," his smile fades and his eyes turn cold and serious, "the government found out about my research and had me retire and all of my work destroyed," he looks up at the ceiling, smirking, and holds his arms out to his side, as if expecting some sort of blessing from the heavens. "well, not all of it. I still have quite a bit of the prototype stuff. Minus some... minor side effects the stuff works like a charm. Thanks to the Man hitting me upside the head with the illegal hammer, my drug is now the best thing in the underworld. They did a good thing for me with all of that court justice crap; got my stuff plenty of public eye. For a good reason too." He sighs deeply and a content look appears on his face.
"But they don't know that it's my stuff going around." as if snapping back to reality, the content look from a moment ago disappears and the doctor is covered with a shadow of seriousness.
He put a finger to his lips. "Let's keep it that way."
You nod almost a little to rapidly, giving away your nervousness. He leans into you eagerly. Scary.
His hands slam onto the table on both sides, trapping you. He leans in once again, but this time is different. You lean an inch back for very inch he dives in, and God, is he persistent. You're practically all the way on your back and he's still right in your face. So close you can taste his breath as he speaks...
"Since I spend my good time on you," there's that annoying smirk again, "how about a taste?"
Some say love it is a river,
That drowns the tender reed.
Some say love it is a razor,
That leaves your heart to bleed.
Some say love it is a hunger,
An endless aching need.
I say love it is a flower,
And you its only seed
by repose
SCOFFINGS
| Syringe says Helping is a relative term. You can help individuals, but in doing so, end up hurting the world. Or, you can help only the certain ones who actually need it and will use good health for the world's benefit, all the while tossing away the others. It's not my goal to wipe out all imperfection; I'm just doing what I can. What reason is there? As long as children are born, there will be those who cannot be contained. |
| Syringe says The anti-venom is their lack of existence. It's always been out there, even before the creation of the earliest medicine. Death has wiped out plenty of people that would otherwise waste the earth and air we breathe. |
| Syringe says Everything's already figured out. It's a personal choice whether or not someone would like to be ignorant about it. Some people are like poison, and will only contaminate the world further if they continue their way of living. Guilt plays no role in my life. |
| Syringe says If you've gone so far as to delve into my profession and history, I think you know that I've already defined my way of 'living'. There's no need to complicate what I already have set out for myself...unless you have some hidden purpose. |
| Syringe says Stick together? I'm not one to form business partnerships...especially if your background may not exactly be the best thing to have. |
| says Something like that. -takes a seat- |
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says ((Oh, it's totally fine. I just thought it might be fun to have her interact with him~)) -bl |
| says -pauses- ... I know. {Cupid: -.- And this is why you can never get a proper date.} ((Fffft. Stop her! Don't just let a perfect victim who's been hopelessly searching for love and failing constantly get away! STOP HER. -smacked- |D Btw, Cupid is a figment of her imagination, so only she can see/hear him.)) |
| says -swallows- I... I, um... No... I found my way here on accident. I-I'm sorry. I'll just... be going? -moving towards exit- |
| says -stumbles in- o.o ... -looks around cautiously- |
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