Doc Anderson

“The forces that shaped you — and me, and anyone else you care to mention — were ultimately mindless ones. Blind, manipulative biological drives that led a sperm and an egg to collide. Add in a roll of the dice and a dash of Mendelian genetics and here you are. The natural processes of evolution and sexual selection guide the development of our species through trial and error. Throw a few billion darts at the wall and see what sticks. In the future that I foresee, this process will be reined in. Guided by our own controlling intellects. To co-opt an antiquated phrase, the myth of ‘intelligent design’ will become a reality, but we will be our own gods, reshaping ourselves as we see fit.”
-Doc Anderson
== History ==
“You're very determined, aren't you? No amount of determination will get you out of my world. We'll be here for a very long time.” 
-Doc Anderson
Weak and brilliant, foolish but feared, Frederick Anderson enjoyed a fairly privileged and unremarkable childhood studying medicine with a series of private tutors. What distinguished him from banality was his amorality and creative spark. Dr. Anderson inherited a great deal of money from his father and went into private practice, where he distinguished himself not so much for good works but for a willingness to push boundaries. He spent vast sums of money to access half-forgotten research, and even more on a veritable army of bodyguards and lawyers to keep outraged clients and family members away. These hirelings, along with his many research assistants, formed the nascent core of his petty empire. Dr. Anderson was successful enough to build a great hospital and workshop, and had powerful friends in other districts willing to fund his deranged pet projects. Dragonsmouth, it turned out, was packed with wealthy individuals eager to outsource their curiosity. Dr. Anderson’s reputation for impunity spread to his underlings, who began to take liberties with his authority, citing “Doc’s orders” as justification for whatever corrupt or outrageous action they wished to undertake. When the reigning warlord of the Warehouse District, a powerful shipping magnate named Wetzel Waxweiler, willingly retired, the power vacuum was large enough and long enough for “Doc Anderson’s” men to fill the void. By virtue of having only made enemies with individuals rather then institutions, the doctor found his newfound (and unsought) status as warlord of the Warehouse District almost completely uncontested. Already aging, it seemed to some as if Doc Anderson, as he became called, was possibly unaware of his status. 
== Personality ==
“Such determination. If only I had some when it mattered. Ah well, that's fate, I suppose.”
-Doc Anderson
In the modern day, this is not strictly true. Doc Anderson simply does not care about his status, for he is not ambitious, merely unscrupulous, and content to pursue his mad experiments in comfortable seclusion. If he must be in a position of power to do so, then so be it. 
Category:Warlord
Category:Dragonsmouth
Category:Mages
Category:Alchemist
Category:Chaotic Evil