Thread: Welcome to the Island... ((Closed to Cheshire)

What is life...What's beyond? Those questions had haunted humanity since the beginning of sentient thought. How many years had it been since the excommunication? Fifty? Sixty? Seventy. It'd been seventy years since a young but brilliant mind, hungry for the secrets that god kept close to his breast had wantonly abandoned the proper moral and ethical mindset of good science. Good science? Pleh. Where were those who practiced good science now? Dead. Dead or withered and awaiting their end. By the time the scientific community had mustered the gall and proper legal documents to stifle a mind so far ahead of it's time this man had already purchased his own private island and paid contractors with enough sense to not ask questions to build a compound to his exact specifications. Medical facility, laboratory and prison this small tract of land far out in international waters was his own little slice of heaven...Or hell, depending on the day. With a long sigh the man known to many as nothing save Doctor lifted his gaze from the work bench he'd been cleaning. The litling tones of his newest creation had succeeded in pulling the Doctor away from his brooding. Two vivid topaz eyes, pupils mangled Or surgically altered if you asked him into tight swirls rather than unbroken pools of black looked back at the Doctor, reflected to him in the cold stainless steel of his favorite work station. The Doctor stood at a formidable 6'3, his frame slender but well muscled. Creator, Warden and Master of this domain he knew the only way to survive amongst some of his creations was to remind him that he was certainly the fittest, smartest and most dangerous creature on this island. Silken black hair hung down around his throat, throwing stark contrast to the ivory tone of his skin. Strong jawline and high cheek bones, the Doctor could certainly be called handsome. However behind those charming good looks lurked a callous heart and a mind unfettered by the trifle whims of morality. It was hard to believe that by calendar years he was approaching his 93rd birthday. Years of research and experimentation with cellular degradation had allowed the Doctor to extend his own longevity considerably and reverse and then almost completely halt the effects of aging. If a person were to guess his age, most with any sense would swear this man could not be a day past 24. Those sharp eyes glanced upwards to a set of plaques on the wall. One doctorate for marine biology, one for general biology and another for organic chemistry. Each plaque bore the same name Arzale D'Arkarn. Those three plaques were the only thing on the entire island that bore his true name, and they often served as the only thing to remind him that such a name had ever existed. Enough self reflection, it was time to go see what trivial needs his newest creation had discovered. After several previous attempts to simply ignore her random disruptions he'd realized that she would call out like a lost kitten until he physically went to see her. Arzale climbed the stairs out of the small laboratory he'd set up in the basement of his domestic compound at a leisurely pace, eventually ending up by Mora's side without a word.