Dr. Angus Kinsley

Son of Dian Cecht, and follower in his father's footsteps; healer and prostheticist

Description:

Attributes: Strength 4, Dexterity 4, Stamina 3; Charisma 3, Manipulation 2, Appearance 2; Perception 2, Intelligence 4, Wits 3

Virtues: Courage 2, Expression 2, Intellect 3, Piety 2

Abilities: Academics 3, Athletics 2, Awareness 1, Brawl 2, Control (Car) 1, Craft (Blacksmithing) 4, Craft (Cybernetics) 4, Empathy 1, Fortitude 2, Integrity 1, Marksmanship 2, Medicine 4, Melee 2, Science (Biology) 3, Survival 1, Thrown 2

Birthrights: Relic 2 (Goggles – Water, Darkness), Relic 1 (Wristwatch – Moon), Relic 1 (Heavy Work Glove(L) – Chaos), Relic 1 (Titanium Arm)(R)

Supernatural Powers:

Epic Attributes: Epic Dexterity 2 (Untouchable Opponent, Microscopic Precision), Epic Stamina 1 (Self Healing), Epic Perception 1 (Subliminal Warning), Epic Intelligence 1 (Perfect Memory), Epic Wits 1 (Rabbit Reflexes)

Boons: Eye of the Storm (Chaos 1), Night Eyes (Dark 1), Smoking Mirror (Moon 1), Water Breathing (Water 1)

Join Battle: 4

Attacks:

Titanium Arm, Light: Accuracy 7, Damage 5L, Parry DV 6, Speed 4

Titanium Arm, Heavy: Accuracy 5, Damage 8L, Parry DV 4, Speed 5

Soak: 4B/3L/1A

Health Levels: -0/-1/-1/-2/-2/-4/Incap

Dodge DV: 7 Willpower: 6 Legend: 3 Legend Points: 9

Notes: Angus’ prosthetic arm allows him to parry armed attacks even when he is unarmed. In addition, his unarmed damage is Lethal instead of Bashing. His goggles allow access to both the Water and Darkness purviews, while his wristwatch grants him access to the Moon purview. Finally, his one heavy glove grants him access to the Chaos purview.

Bio:

Age: 36 (at time of story)

Location: Britain (Current)

Angus Kinsley had spent most of his earlier life with one main goal, becoming a doctor. While most people realize early on that the path to becoming any sort of medical practitioner is expansive and filled with years of strenuous work, Angus was not deterred. He always focused on his goal and continued to study hard, keeping his grades high and he sights set on his chosen career. All his hard work payed off as he became one of the most skilled doctor/surgeons that had ever been seen in the medical field. And for a time, life was good for Angus—he was helping people every day doing a job that he loved, his skill was in the highest percentage and he had finally achieved his long sought after goal. At least is was…before the accident.

As he was driving home from work, Angus’ car was hit by a drunk driver, t-boning his car and crushing his right arm on impact as well as knocking him unconscious. He was quickly taken to the hospital to have his injuries treated; he survived, but his arm had been injured beyond any hope of repair. They were forced to amputate the arm; they did this while Angus remained in his comma-like state, which he remained for three days. During this time, his mind was filled with images, blueprints and designs of a metallic arm; having no understanding of its purpose, he did his best to pass it off as some random hallucination. However, these images became ingrained in his subconscious, implanted in his head for a later time.

Angus woke up on the third day after the accident, feeling a slight pain in his arm that had been dulled by medication. Not feeling his arm reacting to him, he looked to see that his whole arm was gone. Howling in frustration and rage, he had to be strapped down to keep his wounds from opening up; he had lost his arm, he would never be able to be the same again, his skill and work as a surgeon would have to be relearned—if not come to a complete halt. As the days and weeks passed, he was inconsolable, slipping into a deep depression as he distanced himself from all that he knew, hate and rage filling him as it would slip back into misery. After being able to leave the hospital, Angus was offered to come back to work for the hospital as they were sympathetic to his situation, offering him a teaching position. Angus agreed, his character faded and dead as he went through each day at the hospital, with little reaction to anything, a cold, emotionless wall dressed in a white coat.

After many months of recovery, Angus decided that he needed his arm back, or at least to have a prosthetic one added in its place. After being fitted with his new arm, he felt slightly more alive and less constrained by his disability, though he did have issues with how limited the abilities of the prosthetic arm were. He then began to remember his visions of the metal arm from the time of the accident, the designs becoming clear in his mind as he focused on them. It was far more advanced than anything he had seen in any sort of prosthetic limb, and yet he could see it so clearly in his mind; every servo and joint so vivid, he knew he could make it if he tried. And so Angus set to work on this new arm, his spirits renewed and his excitement and skill rising to the task.

After many months of securing the needed parts and components, Angus had constructed his new arm. After surgically attaching it to himself, connecting his nerves and mounting it on his shoulder, he was proud to find that he had created such an incredible prosthetic arm all on his own. He also realized that he had gained the knowledge of how it all worked as he had assembled the metallic limb, now feeling that his skills could be used elsewhere to help others that knew the pain and frustration of losing something as precious as an arm. Angus then spent the next few years in working through his hospital, designing and creating new advanced prosthetic limbs. The public took note of his achievement, his notoriety and skill becoming well known once more; he was the one man to come to in prosthetics, often times doing so at no charge for those who could not afford it.

Although his prosthetics were advanced, he never created anything as unique and advanced as his own arm, not wanting the technology to be stolen and recreated, as many had already tried to do with the pieced that he had created for countless subjects. Angus also continued to upgrade his arm: adding components like compartments for his tools, a miniature blow torch, and other advancements that would help him as he worked. He also continued to increase the strength of the steel with which it was made, making it stronger and more able to help him work with tougher alloys. This did make the arm heavier in its own right, forcing Angus to stay in top shape so that he would be able to continue to carry the arm with little to no effort.

— Current Setting

One day, a man named Mr. Johnson came to Angus with a custom order for a prosthetic arm, which was not uncommon for many of his customers to request. Upon their meeting to discuss the arm in question, they sat in his flat having coffee and chatting before getting down to business. Angus couldn’t quite put his finger on it, but the man seemed quite familiar; however he took it as just his imagination as the man pulled out the blueprints of his request, laying them out on the table. Angus looked over the plans for a moment, his eyes widening as he scanned his eyes over the paper, confused and shocked at what he saw.

“Where did you get this?” he asked in a low voice, keeping his rising anger at bay as he eyed the man before him. What he saw was almost the exact same blueprints as his own arm, the technological advancement even surpassing his own, but still obviously coming from the same source of bio-electrical power and micro-cybernetics. How had this man come across this? How could he have known how to create such blueprints? This was impossible.

“I created it,” the man replied simply, a slight smirk upon his lips.

“Liar. This is impossible. These are almost the exact same blueprints for my own arm. I’ve never revealed those to anyone, nor have I written them down at any point,” he spat back. Clearly this man was after something, perhaps hoping to blackmail him, no less.

“Of course you haven’t. Why would you need to if they’re so easily accessible in your very mind?” Mr. Johnson replied as-a-matter-of-factly, ignoring Angus’ accusation outright as he continued his wide, yet unmocking grin. Angus stared at the man, mouth hanging open as he tried to process what he had just said. How could he possibly have known that?! He had never told anyone, they would have no doubt thought him crazy! And yet this man knew more about him than he had ever let anyone know!

“Just who are you, Mr. Johnson? How do you know all this?” Angus asked as calmly as he could, wondering if the odd sensation of familiarity was possibly something of value to his character.

“As you might have guessed, my name is not Johnson; such an obviously fake moniker and yet you held no suspicion..no matter. I am Dian Cecht. I am a god and have come to you in this form to speak with you. I am the one that implanted those designs in your mind all those years ago, as am I the one that have watched over you all your life,” the man smiled, his skin casting a slightly glowing countenance as he rose from his chair, looking down at Angus who watched him, confused and baffled by his words. “Most importantly, you Angus, are my son,” he added, offering out his hand to Angus as he spoke. He helped the shocked and confused man to his feet, giving him a firm handshake as he eyes him over with a proud grin. Angus could feel a surge of power coursing through him, as if his very existence acknowledged the truth to the man’s words. “But..why have you come to me now?” Angus found himself saying as he stared at the figure before him.

“Well, I’ve been keeping watch for some time, waiting for the opportunity to reveal the truth. I would have waited some time longer, but circumstances have pushed my hand so to speak, and I feel it’s best if you know the truth now,” Dian Cecht remarked, his face growing more serious before once again smiling. “I also come bearing gifts, or birthrights to be more specific. As the son of a god, you at least deserve some power to bear proof to that fact,” he said with a wave of his hand, light rippling from it as it passed. On the table appeared a watch, a glove and a pair of goggles. At this Angus eyes them before looking back at him in confusion. “Don’t worry, I’ll explain everything about their importance. However there is one last relic that I must bestow upon you..This,” he said, pointing to the blueprints on the table. “I suppose I could just give you your new arm, but I’ve seen your skill and I think it’s much more fitting for you to build it yourself. Never underestimate the power of hard work!” he chuckled as he waved his hand once more, causing a bin of parts, components and the raw materials needed to create the arm appeared at his work station a few feet away.

“Besides, it’ll give us some time to catch up, talk about what’s going on in this world, as well as to explain why I’ve come to you now,” he said patting Angus heartily on the back as he lead the overwhelmed man over to the work table, the blueprints appearing there as well. “Trust me kid, you’re going to want to sit down for this one…”

Dr. Angus Kinsley

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