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 “No, not really, just taking a break.  But you sound like you could use some lavishing yourself,” Lain casually deflected the bitterness in her words, turning around to face her.  “Hungry?” He offered the heel of bread he was holding, unbitten but some of the crust was already picked off by the alchemist’s restless fingers.  He chuckled at her accusation, “Fuck! You caught me.  But its too late, they’re already poisoned.” He hoped the morbid joke landed, getting shot would certainly delay his research.

“Got bored of being lavished, then?” Her tone was dry as she stopped behind the other. Calla was on her way back from a rather boring patrol. The one perk of this detail was the fact that mostly everyone in the compound was busy gorging themselves and not wandering about, and that wasn’t even a true perk, was it? Because here she was thankful for the pit stop, even if she couldn’t see their face. “Or plotting while everyone else is distracted?” Perhaps the joke was in poor taste considering how very possible that situation could be, but she smiled anyway. 

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(JUDE LAW / 43 / HE/HIM ) – (Dr. Lain Solus) has been spotted in the castle. they said to originally be from Royston, Hertfordshire (UK)  and is often seen to be (stubborn) but seemingly (innovative). After being in Wolfenstein for (5 years), they’ve come to be (hesitant of the council) in their own way. They work as a (pharmacist) and are known around these parts as (the alchemist). better watch your back with that one around.

A LIST OF (AT LEAST) 6 AESTHETICS FOR THIS CHARACTER: 1. A wet specimen of a Rhesus Monkey fetus preserved in a dusty old jar. 2. A grimy lab coat stained with blood and various reagents. 3. A round bottom flask bubbling over with fluorescent aqueous mixture. 4. A book of anatomical illustrations, all pages yellowed from age. 5. Broken mirrors. 6. Equations and calculations haphazardly written on walls. 7. Liquid mercury. 8. Two hands, palms open and then superimposed on each other, a visual representation of a chiral molecule. 9.  Bio-luminescent E.coli pumped through a series of clear tubes to light up a room.

Hey yall my name’s Chloe and I’m here to fuck shit up.

THE SONG YOU SEE AS THIS CHARACTERS THEME: Yellow Box - The Neighbourhood

I'm dying to live again I'm doing my best

I got a feeling And it ain't leaving, no, it ain't leaving Hard time believing if I don't see it Like a secret, you lie to keep it, oh

(AT LEAST) THREE HEADCANON: (character headcanons) TW: ILLNESS, TW: DEATH, TW: OVERDOSE, TW: DRUG USE

An early infatuation with comprehending how things work has been the primary drive over the course of Lain’s life. He was adopted when he was a year old by an older couple that were unable to have children. He was fortunate enough to grow up in a household that encouraged his desire to seek to understand the environment around him. Being considered gifted in the areas of math and science came with additional pressure to succeed, to not let such a gift go to waste.  His mother and father did their best to ensure that Lain received only the best education, sending him to a private STEM based boarding school when he was eight.  Living away from home was incredibly difficult, but making friends was easy considering he was now surrounded by other nerds with similar interests.  He went on to attend Cambridge University, seeking an undergraduate degree in nuclear engineering.  But the second semester of his freshman year, his picture perfect life burst into flames.  His mother was diagnosed with ALS, a terminal disease with no known cure.  A brilliant mind, trapped in a rapidly failing body.  The doctors gave her a year to live; she made it six months.  Lain nearly flunked out of school, he turned to drugs and alcohol as a means to escape the suffering that was reality.  After waking up in the hospital after an intentional overdose, he was given an ultimatum by his father: go to rehab and get clean, or he would no longer be paying for his education. During his rehabilitation, he began to heavily question the path he was taking in his life, why everything seemed to spiraling out of control.  He switched majors when he returned to his studies, instead choosing to pursue organic chemistry. He made it through undergrad and went on to attend pharmacy school, obtaining a doctorate in pharmacology from Cardiff University.  Lain went on to conduct pharmaceutical research at a private lab in Ireland for the next decade.

He was at a conference at the World Health Organization in Geneva, Switzerland when the lines of transportation were cut. Some of the world’s greatest minds gathered to compile their discoveries in desperation that someone knew how to stop the virus. When the announcement came that everyone in the complex was now stranded, panic and chaos soon followed.  Riots broke out, data was stolen, many died fighting to defend their discoveries from the hands of thieves.  Weeks had passed before the first helicopters arrived, rations and moral at an all time low.  An offer was extended to Dr. Solus, come to Austria and continue to research a compound that would halt the extinction event in its tracks.  With his back against the wall, Lain made his choice.  So he carefully packed the few items he could salvage from the ransacked laboratory into a suitcase and came to Wolfenstein.

Carrying what feels like the weight of the world is beginning to take its toll on the pharmacist. A castle full of survivors in need of medications, some of which are impossible to manufacture given Lain’s rudimentary laboratory.  Meanwhile, beyond the stone fortress, the infection continues to spread like wildfire from host to host.  With every precious second that slips away, humanity drifts closer and closer to imminent extinction looming on the horizon. Every minute breakthrough the pharmacist makes raises many more questions than actual answers.  He is constantly experimenting with both organic and synthetic compounds to try to formulate a vaccine to halt the spread of the virus. As he searches frantically for a cure, Lain cannot help but feel as though he’s aboard a sinking ship.  If a solution is even possible, is there anyone left outside the stronghold worth saving?

A pharmaceutical researcher turned clandestine biochemist, Lain can usually be found in his laboratory when he’s not assisting at the hospital.  Since he’s been at Wolfenstein, he has been able to craft a handful of drugs (most of which were synthesized from plants and fungi) that are capable of easing pain and stopping the spread of some infections.  But the cure for the virus continues to exceed his grasp.

He is fully aware of the expectations laid upon him, yet strives to exceed far beyond them.  He treats his body like a damn machine, often forgetting to take well earned breaks and will continue to push onward until he is physically unable to do so.  He’s always going and going and going, because once he’s idle the self-doubt and intrusive thoughts come creeping in.  Talkative, driven, obsessive and selfless are all words that can be used to describe Dr. Solus.

He is distrustful of the council, but understands that it is a necessary evil.  While he appreciates that they would try to keep democracy alive (or at least the facade of it) by allowing a select few to aid in decision making, however, he thinks that is unfair that voting rights are not extended to all members of the compound.

He is currently in the process of training an apprentice (hello wanted connection) in case something happens to him.

He can probably put your character to sleep just with his excessive talking, but if that doesn’t work, there’s always morphine!

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tag dump

-- your greatest fears manifesting as the mirror image of your soul ; visage

-- once there was an explosion that gave birth to life & space ; character study

--  hold infinity in the palm of your hand & eternity in an hour ; musings

--  this object is me; ask 

--  god’s in his heaven & all is right in the world ; headcanons

--  ashes & wine burn out brighter ; music

-- i feel the presence of someone who is not me ; connections