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@Alou_Vero 8 months ago
What's your character's full name?
Emerson Truth Cleverly
What's your favorite quote from you're character?
“Oh do calm down, all I asked was that you help me reattach my head.”
What do they look like and what's their personality like?
Emerson is trapped inside a large doll he’d designed to be a vessel of sorts for his now deceased daughter. The doll’s basic design was meant to resemble a young child, with a rounded face and. Emerson had painted it himself, meaning it's comprised of very simple shapes like the rosy pink circles on each of the dolls cheeks. The dolls overall expression remains what Emerson had aimed to be neutral, though it might appear downright eerie to some. The vessel’s clothing is all handmade, with Emerson’s favorite outfit being a three piece suit he’d tailored himself from some of his old clothing. Its hair is a wig with dark colored hair hastily cut to varying lengths at chin level and is held in place by small indents behind the sculpted ears and on the front and back of the vessels head.
Emerson's personality is, overall, rather quiet. He makes an effort to seem as polite and courteous as he can, and he is especially friendly if he feels as though someone is off put by his appearance. Truthfully, he loathes conversation. He prefers to spend time alone, or perhaps working or reading in the silent company of somebody else. Despite he occurrences leading him to his current state, Emerson is not the sort of man to act on a whim. What actually tends to happen is that he grows too passionate, his vision narrows, and he often loses sight of the things he actually cares about after setting upon a certain goal.
What's their backstory before they came to the society?
Once just a simple toymaker, Emerson’s life took a devastating turn when his young daughter became suddenly and deathly ill. In an attempt to cheat death, he set about constructing a machine capable of capturing his child's soul and sealing it into a porcelain vessel he’d made much like the dolls his daughter had adored. It took a long time for him to get his machine in what he’d believed was working order, so long that his daughter passed before it was finished. Not one to give up however, he still tried to move his daughter’s soul from where he believed it to be tied (her corpse) to the doll vessel, but his machine malfunctioned. When the dust settled, Emerson found himself trapped in the porcelain vessel and his old body laying still and cold on the floor. 
With the machine no longer working, Emerson had no choice but to adapt to his new form. He mended his old clothing to fit the small body, packed up what supplies he could carry, and set out after finding a way to alert officials of the two bodies in his home.
Do you have any pictures of them that you drew or found?
I have a concept I made real quick using the app Pastel Girl, does that count?
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Tairais, my incredible friend who I would gladly give my life for, also drew an amazing picture of him.
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Do they have any nicknames?
Someone he used to care deeply for enjoyed calling him ‘Em’, ‘Emmy’, and sometimes ‘Merry’ to tease him. He never told her, but he was actually very fond of those nicknames.
What do they study at the society?
A mixture of soul physics and basic mechanics. Though he’ll take an interest in anything he can tie back to his current state.
Do they have any jobs?
He used to be a toymaker. He still sells the occasionally doll or stuffed animal to try and make ends meet but its not his primary focus anymore.
What is their age?
23, his birthday on the 12th of November.
Are they human? If not what are they?
He definitely used to be human, but he’s sure what to consider anymore. What with the whole body made of ceramic and all. He doesn’t really know what to call himself.
Are they single, dating someone, or married?
He’s single now, and that's all he wishes to reveal on that subject at this time.
What's their height?
42 inches or 3.5 feet in the doll. He stood at nearly 5’9” before the incident.
What's their weight?
With the added weight of some interior machinery that makes it easier for him to move, he's about 25-30 pounds.
Anything else I should know about this character?
He enjoys sewing and sculpting and still spends his free time designing and making toys to sell. He doesn’t miss his human body all that much, but he is working on a larger, or at least more articulated vessel to try and move his soul into. Just for the sake of convenience.
Back when he still had a body, he adored citrus flavored teas and desserts.
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Alou_Vero • 8 months ago
The London street was relatively quiet, with the clocks between the hours 4 and 5 in the morning. It’d taken Emerson nearly the whole night to discreetly drag his suitcase all through town then finally up to the front door of The Society for Arcane Sciences. 
It wasn’t that Emerson fancied himself a scientist- he may have done extensive amounts of research on topics like machinery and various aspects of a soul, but it had all been for a particular cause, a goal he’d been working towards. 
Regardless of how he might label himself, the fact remained that he needed help.
In the eyes of the law, Emerson was dead: his house had been sold, and all he had left were the clothes on his porcelain back and the supplies he’d crammed into his suitcase when he’d fled his home. 
A suitcase that he accidentally knocked over once he’d gotten it up to the door. It fell against the wood of the door, resulting in a resounding 'thud'.
Panicked about how rude it would be for his first impression here to be a single, decidedly too loud knock, he darted forward to follow it up with a few soft clicks of his fragile hands against the door. Hopeful that someone might hear.
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Tairais  Alou_Vero • 8 months ago
The muffled sound of two voices arguing in some rasping foreign language could be heard for a few moments before the door creaked open.
A tall statue of a man leaned his weight on a cane with the visage of a toucan, a mess of curly auburn hair only just tamed by the hat upon his head and the band of a strange, somewhat crystalline-like eye patch that covered his right eye.
The rest of his clothes were more mundane than the eye patch: a shirt and pair of trousers that were both black with thin, silver stripes, a forest green scarf tucked around his neck, and leather gloves with an apron to match that suggested a metalworking background.
"Hello?" A yellow-green eye scanned his surroundings for a person closer to his level in height, glittering in the burgeoning morning sun like light upon aspen leaves.
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Alou_Vero  Tairais • 8 months ago
In the few moments the stranger spent looking for a more conventional sort of visitor, Emerson climbed on top of his suitcase to wave and offer one of his hands for a handshake. 
“Er, yes, hello, my name is Emerson Cleverly. Sorry to disturb you at such an hour.”
His voice sounded tinny and robotic, coming from a contraption in the vessels chest Emerson had fashioned from spare music box parts. It definitely didn’t help him appear any more human, but it was perhaps a bit fitting given the void expression on the dolls face.
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Tairais  Alou_Vero • 8 months ago
Richard didn't startle so much as he gave a very owlish blink with his one visible eye, his face going almost as blank as the doll's before him for a moment that stretched just shy of being unsettling.
The stir back into motion was equally as jarring, like a machine jolting to life.
"A pleasure to meet you, Signore Cleverly. You have my apologies for not noticing you sooner, as it was terribly rude of me. Doctor Richard Prince--might I be of service to you?"
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Alou_Vero  Tairais • 8 months ago
There were no visible signs of Emerson’s nervousness apart from a slight flinch as Doctor Richard Prince’s reply caught him off guard. 
“It’s a pleasure to meet you as well. There’s no need to apologize, I’m aware of my oddities... That’s actually why I’ve come here. I was hoping I might be able to find a space to work on righting myself, and I’ve heard a bit about this society and how accepting it is of well.. oddities.”
Despite the borderline robotic quality to his voice, there was clear emotion in parts of the vessels speech. Namely embarrassment. 
“I’m afraid I’m not quite sure how these sort of things work. But I have some money, I don’t mind working, and to be blunt sir- I have no other place to go.”
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Tairais  Alou_Vero • 8 months ago
Richard gave Emerson a reassuring smile, the corner of his eye crinkling merrily as he waved a hand.
"It is far from a problem, signore- we have plenty of room, as far as I am aware, and the Society is always looking for those who push the boundaries of science, both arcane and mundane. I have no doubt that someone within these walls will be able to assist you with your research, or to have you assist them in exchange."
He glanced down at the bag he could only assume belonged to the curious doll before him, shifting his cane to the other hand as he gestured to it.
"Would you wish for me to carry that for you? I am uncertain if either of the co-founders are presently awake, but I am certain we can at least provide temporary lodgings for you until such a time comes that you can present yourself to one of them."
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Alou_Vero  Tairais • 8 months ago
The others kind look did wonders to soothe Emersons nerves, even if one couldn’t tell by looking at his emotionless face. 
At the mention of his bag, the vessels head tilted downwards with an audible squeak. 
“If you don’t mind, I would very much appreciate the help.”
Emerson climbed off of the suitcase and hurried tried to pull it back so that it’s handle was facing upwards. Quite a feat considering Emersons luggage was nearly the same size he was. 
“As long as I’m out of the street I’ll be right as rain. Thank you very much, Doctor Prince.”
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Tairais  Alou_Vero • 8 months ago
"But of course."
Richard took the luggage in hand and, if he found the whole situation strange, did not comment as such.
"Come with me--I believe I know of a room on the first floor that will be adequate."
He held the rather large door open for his newfound companion with a small bow at the waist, inviting him inside.
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Alou_Vero  Tairais • 7 months ago
Emerson quietly thanked Richard again as he entered through the held door. Truly it was a relief for him to be out of the streets, and to think he'd made it all this way without a single person noticing him or being put off by his appearance.
Judging by the other man's lack of surprise, except for that brief pause when he'd opened the door. It wasn't too outlandish for someone in a predicament like Emerson's to come to this society. Well, that, or just this doctor has seen stranger in his lifetime.
"That sounds absolutely splendid." Emerson said, a hint of a smile in his machine generated voice.
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Tairais  Alou_Vero • 7 months ago
Richard gave Emerson a smile in response to the one he could half-hear in his voice.
When they had gotten to and then within the room in question- sparse, but livable, with a single bed, desk, and chest of drawers that he doubted Emerson would truly use- Richard paused.
For a moment, the kindly smile flickered into something equal parts avidly curious and sincerely apologetic.
"I beg you forgive me and my curiosity for prying, but I happen to have once had a friend with a similar situation as yours, only he was unable to move. I noted the sound of your voice and so I wondered if you might have... assembled some mechanism to aid in both speech and finer motor function, or if it is a product of the... incident that caused your condition?"
From the tone of voice, it very much seemed as if Richard had seemed stranger in his lifetime.
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Alou_Vero  Tairais • 7 months ago
Once inside the sparse room, one may have noticed Emerson's physical form almost relaxing a bit. The vessel's arms hung looser, swinging a bit as he moved.
The vessel's head turned in Richards direction as he spoke. It took a few seconds for Emerson to come up with a proper reply.
"Oh please, no need to apologize for that. I hardly consider it prying. There are a few unseen mechanisms I threw together.. Erm.. If you'd mind opening up my bag I could try to show you what I did with some of the spare parts I brought with me... Would you mind telling me a bit more about your friend's situation sometime though? I wasn't aware that there were many others in situations like this."
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Tairais  Alou_Vero • 7 months ago
"It seems only to be a fair trade, so no, I would not mind--I thank you for indulging me."
Richard did as Emerson asked of him and opened the bag, standing aside and picking at a loose thread on his scarf as he did his best to recall the information he was seeking.
"While my friend is no longer with us due to an entirely unrelated accident, he had been... I believe the correct term is 'cursed', making his soul, as I understand it- though it is far from my field of study- subject to splintering. The incident in question had part of him trapped in a tea kettle of sorts, while the rest of his body fell into a catatonic state. The entire story is a long and, frankly, disturbing ordeal, one I wish not to impart on you so soon after your journey," he said with an apologetic smile.
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Alou_Vero  Tairais • 7 months ago
"You're truthfully the one indulging me, I haven't had a chance to tell many people about the things I've made lately..
Once his bag was opened, Emerson knelt next to it and began taking out several odd items including several small gears, some cut lengths of copper wire, a torn apart music box with several metal cylinders inside, and a single spool-like device that looked as though it was used to reel in and roll out the lengths of malleable wire.
He tilted his head up to acknowledge Richard as the other continued speaking.
Guessing that if the idea was as disturbing as Richard was saying, then the doctor likely didn't want to talk about it. So he attempted to politely redirect the conversation.
"I'm very sorry for your loss... I'm afraid I wouldn't know much about curses, but splintering was a large concern of mine when building my machine. I am very grateful to the powers that be that my soul is at least whole. The structure I built wouldn't have worked otherwise.."
He started laying out the items out on the floor, the broken music box went in the middle, with the varying lengths of wire were set stretching out from the box in four different directions to mimic limbs.
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Tairais  Alou_Vero • 7 months ago
Richard gave a gentle smile as he looked at the assortment of objects before him.
"Do not be sorry. Rest assured, should there be an afterlife, he will be more glad there than here. I digress, however- your mechanism here is ingenious, truly. Tell me- how are you able to interact with the individual components of it? I confess to having an avid interest in the study myself, but I had never given thought to the soul as a means of powering artifice, should it be that."
He knelt on one knee to get a closer look, questions running a mile ahead of his mind as professional curiosity took over.
"Furthermore, how did you reinforce your machine so as to prevent said splintering? Perhaps it were more a matter of- ah, dear," he said as his smile morphed into something more sheepish, "You have bestowed me with kindness and tact regarding my friend, and I repaid you with further probing questions. I sincerely apologize for my lack of tact."
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Mz.Hyde Mod  Alou_Vero • 8 months ago
*A green eyed lady with two big blonde pigtails opened the door.* 
Hello! Can I help you?
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Alou_Vero  Mz.Hyde • 7 months ago
As the door opened, Emerson took a step back to stand behind his toppled suitcase. 
“Hello madam, so sorry to disturb you so early in the morning... My name is Emerson Cleverly.”
The porcelain figure seemed to fidget a moment before continuing. 
“I understand that this society deals well with abnormalities and I’m afraid I’m in need of a safe place to well- sort myself out. Do you happen to know if there’s any space here where I might be able to do that..?”
His voice sounded mechanical, coming from a device in the dolls chest, and his words also sounded a bit rehearsed. As if he’d practiced this sort of spiel in front of a mirror.
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Mz.Hyde Mod  Alou_Vero • 7 months ago
Of course! Come in! 
*When the man stepped into the light, Mz. Hyde noticed some of his features.*
Cool mask! You can take it off if you like.
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Alou_Vero  Mz.Hyde • 7 months ago
Emerson paused in trying to drag his suitcase through the doorway, a difficult but not impossible task given his small stature, he looked back up at the woman as she commented on his 'mask'.
"I'm afraid I cannot, ma'am... This isn't a mask."
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Mz.Hyde Mod  Alou_Vero • 7 months ago
So that's your real face? Ok! Wait...
*She takes a good look at Emerson.* 
Is...is your whole body like that?
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Wizardblizzard  Alou_Vero • 7 months ago • edited
After a minute the sound of footsteps could be heard, the door opened and a young woman appeared with a candlestick in her hand. Despite the hour she was fully dressed, wearing an old blue dress, rather badly stained in places. She looked ghostly pale in the dim light and there were dark circles under her eyes. Her movements had the bright inaccuracy of someone whose body thought they should be in bed but, through choice or necessity, was simply being ignored. She looked down at the little figure on the doorstep.
"Can I h," she began, and froze.
After a few seconds she spoke again, carefully, trying to control the fear in her voice. "Good ev- - er - morning. What brings you here?"
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Alou_Vero  Wizardblizzard • 7 months ago
In the time between when the footsteps started and when the door opened, Emerson had manged to get his suitcase standing again. Though it had caused him to be back-to to the door as it opened. 
Even without turning around, he was able to notice the woman's obvious fear (a small perk of being a a disembodied soul attached to an object without real eyes).
He made it a point to turn around in as nonthreatening a manner as he could.
"Good morning it is indeed, so sorry to have disturbed you at such an early hour.. My name is Emerson Cleverly, and I really must apologize for my appearance as well. I know it can be a bit shocking. I assure you though, less than three days ago- I was still human!"
He'd meant his last statement as a bit of a joke, but quickly realized that it might've fallen flat.
"Ah so.. That is.. That's why I am here."
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Wizardblizzard  Alou_Vero • 7 months ago • edited
She began to collect herself, the instinctive horror of being faced with an animated doll giving way to thought, and then to concern and practicality. Far from attacking anyone, she realised, the little doll-person was talking, and making anxious efforts to be polite. And apparently was in trouble. Whatever its merits as a joke, Emerson's remark managed in thirteen words to get the gist of the position across. Pulling herself together as far as anyone, whatever their sleep schedule, can pull themselves together at five in the morning, she attempted to be polite likewise.
"Yes. Yes, I can see how you would be." Hopefully that made sense.
"You haven't disturbed me, as a matter of fact, I was working on some experiments that require - Do you want any help with that suitcase, Mr. Cleverly? (What an excellent name)."
And he told me it, without me even asking, she thought, which was one recommendation, assuming it was a real one.
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Wizardblizzard  Wizardblizzard • 7 months ago
(( Alou_Vero We appear to have stuck there. Did you miss my reply, or am I boring you? These intro threadscan get a bit silly when numerous people are going through pretty much the same conversations. I'm happy to negotiate. I'd really like my character to have met Emerson and be aware of what's going on, I like Emerson's story (and, no spoilers, but her field of study is such that she might be able to have something to contribute), but there's no need to limp through another identical intro. Perhaps she just looked in while he was talking to Richard and then looked out again?))
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Pyrogue  Alou_Vero • 7 months ago • edited
Oscar had been woken up by a “thud” coming from somewhere in the Society. At first he thought it was just another one of the lodgers doing some experiment at an ungodly hour as usual, before he realised it was coming from the front doors. He got up from his bed and blearily (yet excitedly) made his way through the building to the doors.
He opened the door a crack, peering out and seeing nothing at first. “Uh, hello—?” He began, before looking down to see a small figure at the steps.
“Oh. How can... how can I help you?”
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Alou_Vero  Pyrogue • 7 months ago
"Oh, ah, yes- down here, hello."
Emerson gave a small wave, feeling dreadful that he'd clearly roused this poor fellow from sleep.
"I'm awfully sorry about the hour sir, I'm afraid that coming any later than now wouldn't have been possible... Uh, My name is Emerson Cleverly. Its a pleasure to meet you. Do you know if it'd be alright if I came inside a moment? I was hoping I'd be able to speak to someone about staying here for a period of time.."
Even with the blatantly mechanical quality of his voice, Emerson's awkwardness was all too clear in his tone.
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Pyrogue  Alou_Vero • 7 months ago • edited
"Uh... sure, I s'pose you can come in..." He opened the door wider to allow them to enter. Although he seemed a little taken aback by the visitor's obvious physical... difference, he had learned to not be too surprised by anything at the Society.
"I can carry the suitcase if you'd like... Do you want to talk to a manager, or...?" he began before stopping. "Sorry, I didn't even introduce myself. I'm Oscar Keaton."
Oscar held out a hand for Emerson to shake.
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Jekyll1886 • 7 months ago
((I'd love to join in, but Lewis doesn't live at the Society and doesn't arrive until later in the morning. That said, I'm sure he and Emerson could run into each other sometime.))
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