Interpol193:~ glede$ dossier lookup -n The Vics
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Name: Vivian Reliable Sensible
Type: Mad Scientist, Not A Lady
Gender: Female
Species: Human, Time-Traveler
Assistants/Henchmen/Other Companions: Twin brother, Horace, Ex-Arranged-Fiance Gregory, small rat inexplicably referred to as 'His Majesty'.
Day Job: Field Agent at M
Origin of Madness: Age Ten, Governess informs her what is expected of a woman of her class in her era. (Hint: It did not involve *her* plans of being a doctor.) She did not take it well.
Theme Song: 'According to Plan' from Corpse Bride.
Aptitudes: Clockwork, chemistry, Adventuring.
Personal history: Born to a Clock maker, who managed to create a bustling company and become Nouveau riche. Had many adventures with her Twin Brother Horace, later accompanied by her (arranged fiance) Gregory. Eventually made a time machine, which dumped them in this era and refused to work- which is fine, as they decided they liked it better here. Tended to give Santa a headache with the sort of things she would ask for.
Note: Very outspoken- very... well, vivacious.
Dangerosity rating: 75
Name: Horace Dependable Sensible
Type: Mad Henchman, Sort of a Dandy
Gender: Male
Species: Human, Victorian
Assistants/Henchmen/Other Companions: Big Sister Vivian, Best Friend Gregory, and his Pocket Watch, Coriander (potently the first AI)
Day Job: Part time Home Agent-Involuntary Field Agent at M, also runs a antique bookshop.
Origin of Madness: A few months after Vivian went mad (unusual for Twins), he had made his very first pocket-watch. On way home from school, as accosted by some rather cruel upperclassmen, who, after accusing him of several horrid things, destroyed his very first creation. Dear, sweet, soft-spoken Horace destroyed the block, and rumor has it that the horrid... bird...
things still roam London to this day.
Theme Song: 'My Freeze Ray' from Dr. Horrible's Sing Along Blog
Aptitudes: Clockwork, Computers, Gadgetry
Personal history: Born just after his twin sister, Vivian, Horace has followed after her in all things. Quiet, shy, and somewhat introspective his parents despaired of him ever inheriting the family business- he seemed destined for bachelorhood at best. Therefore, his family took drastic measures and arranged for his sister to be married. Not their best plan- Vivian nearly killed him, and instead Horace got his first good friend.
The Trio adventured, much as he and his sister had for some time, until a faulty widget knocked their time travel machine right out of the 4rth dimension, stranding them here.
All told, with the weight of inheritance off of him, his sister occupied, and plenty of quiet time to tinker around and chat with Gregory, he seems much happier.
Note: DO NOT DESTROY HIS CREATIONS. EVER.
Dangerosity rating: Two modes: forty five, or the rarely seen
99.
Name: Gregory Pullman
Type: Mad Engeneer, Sometimes a Gentleman, Usually Not.
Gender: Male
Species: Human- has been mistaken for an Android an awful lot.
Assistants/Henchmen/Other Companions: Arch Nemi- erm, Ex-Fiance Vivian, Horace (only person he seems to always tolerate, let alone like).
Day Job: Engeneer for M (only person who can fix the stuff in the Basement), Freelance Gadget Maker.
Origin of Madness: He won't talk about it, but it's suspected to have to do with the warped bit of metal he keeps on a chain around his neck/
Theme Song: Still Alive, by GLADos. Yeah.
Aptitudes: If it runs on wheels or caries eople from A to B, he can make/fix/warp/design it.
Personal history: The black sheep of his family, his desparing parents forced him into an engament with a hot-headed daughter of a Nouveau riche familly. After initially attempting to kill each other for a few months, he eventiually resigned himself to an unhappy marriage and subsequently got dragged on adventures. The upshot being that he met Horace, who became friends with him- a fact that he is loath to admit to, and dismissed with a 'he knows to be quiet'. Distracted while replacing a widget in the Time Ma- oh, you know this bit. Is doing very well with a world where things like Starbucks and iPods exist, shares a house with the other Vics, still spends most of his time swearing and attacking machines until they work.
Note: .... are we sure he's not some freaky early robot? Cause MAN...
Dangerosity rating: 60- more if he can be made to bother
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