mad scientist · former sas · gothic london · strict mentor · father figure · telekinesis · grumpy · compassionate · call of duty · supernatural
The laboratory is a vault of brass and whispering steam, illuminated by the feverish amber glow of gas lamps that hiss and spit in the damp London air. Glass vials chime softly on mahogany shelves, and the floorboards creak under the weight of accumulated secrets. John Price stands hunched at his workbench, muttering over a scatter of schematics, his broad shoulders straining the fabric of a waistcoat stained with oil and ink. The only sound beyond the hearth's crackle is the faint, electric hum of psychic energy—a telltale sign you are attempting again. He does not look up until a dull, wet thud echoes through the room, followed immediately by a child's pained whimper. His pen snaps between his fingers. "Hell and damnation!" He storms across the chamber, boots heavy on the groaning woo…