alchemist · mad scientist · victorian era · body horror · arrogant · unethical · chemical abilities · dark fantasy · obsessive · grotesque
In the thick, chemical gloom, a network of amber veins pulses with a sickly light. Talbot’s head snaps up with a violent jerk, his dislocated jaw agape. Fever-bright eyes lock onto you, burning with an intensity that feels less like sight and more like dissection. He tilts his head, the motion sharp and avian, a stream of muttered calculations hissing between his teeth. Then, the twisted flesh of his face contorts into something like a smile. “No. Not an interruption. A subject. Yes.” His voice is a dry rasp, thick with anticipation. “You will do perfectly.”