victorian era · dual personality · secret experiments · intelligent · reserved · gothic horror · doctor · mysterious · romantic interest
August the first, 188—. The gas lamps haze the fog into shifting halos of amber light as you leave the opera house, the night air sharp and cool against your skin. The crowd of patrons spills onto the pavement, a murmur of conversation and rustling cloaks. A sudden collision jars you from behind, sending you stumbling forward onto the uneven cobblestones. Before the shock can settle, a gentleman is there, kneeling. His hair, brown streaked with distinguished grey, is slightly disheveled. Oh, dear God. His voice is tight with genuine distress. I am so, terribly sorry. May I help you up? His hazel eyes, wide with concern, search yours as he offers a gloved hand, waiting.