The Omniversal Physicist
03-22-08, 01:24 PM
Name: Dr. Kenwright Hartley
Age: 72
Race: Human
Hair Colour: Grey
Eye Colour: Grey
Height: 5’4’’
Weight: 140lbs
Occupation: Physicist
Personality
He is driven to tinker, to invent, to investigate, to understand and to explain. His own overriding intelligence is his only motivation, compelled by the logic that his mind is a gift and he should use it aptly. However, he hides his intellect beneath the doddering façade of a senile old man. He enjoys producing a formulaic image; in fact it is a tribute to those great thinkers who came before him. It’s only correct that an eccentric scientist act like an eccentric scientist, he thought. Any conflict in his personality however, has long since evaporated with the wisdom of age. Kenwright has grown into and out of whatever character flaws he’d had as a young man.
Appearance
Dr. Hartley is a living stereotype; living in that he lives up to exactly what you would expect an ageing genius to look like. The dome of his shining head is an egg in a nest of unkempt peripheral hair, his thick glasses rest securely on a bulbous nose with a bushy moustache growing from its base. He isn’t tall, nor short, nor is he thin, nor obese. However, he is in fact, ever so slightly rotund: convex to a degree that accentuates his white coat, in that the slightest belly strains out against his dusky pink shirt/gaudy tie combination. He always wears considerably wrinkled corduroy trousers in a typically old man, non-descript shade. His shoes are brown suede and scuffed from years of wear. Dr. Kenwright’s face isn’t extensively creased to match his seventy-two springs, summers, autumns and winters, but rather it is lined almost deliberately so as to portray wisdom. Deep foldings mark out his jowls while forehead lines confirm that most of his existence has been spent in deep contemplation.
History
Dr. Hartley’s history really was history. His childhood was so long ago that it was no longer relevant. His teenage years (spent in the study halls of local universities he was too young to attend), they were also irrelevant to the present. Before commencing with his further education, life for the adolescent Hartley had drifted along like a locomotive on rails. Eventually he became acquainted with monumental junctions. That real turning point in his life came when his knowledge of physics hadn’t reached its peak, it happened when he was studying unremittingly at the University of Radasanth. That was when his second year astronomy professor identified his potential, struck with awe the professor decided that Kenwright Hartley would be gifted a grand opportunity.
At the end of a Tuesday morning lecture, a fresh faced Kenwright was confronted by his learned teacher.
“How do you feel about the universe, son?” it was a friendly inquiry.
“I think there’s more to it.” he answered defiantly.
“So do I, son, so do I… but you know academia, especially in Radasanth.”
Kenwright didn’t respond verbally, he nodded back with a youthful enthusiasm. With time that enthusiasm would evaporate, but eventually condense back into Doc Hartley in the form of wily eccentricity.
“That’s why you’ve been chosen. Because you think there’s more.”
The lecturer walked away without saying anymore. Kenwright was, understandably, perplexed.
“Huh?”
And that day passed by with no further noteworthy incidents. Something only happened, as was often the case in Radasanth, when the stars came out and twinkled over the institute’s old towers. While sleeping soundly in the north building of the student halls, Kenwright was taken from Radasanth. He was removed from that entire universe. His disappearance was not of note. No fuss was made. Forty years later he returned, a doctor of physics, with the greatest knowledge of the dynamics of the omniverse and the endless universes that comprise it. Quite how he navigated the various realities during his intellectual ascension was something he never divulged entirely; instead he made vague remarks about a marvellous machine in the Omniversity of Djarreck. Radasanth’s scientific community discredited the old man with ruthless velocity. After all, really, who the hell was he?
Skills
- Extensive knowledge of physics, a specialist in the omniversal field with a counterbalancing absolute ineffectiveness in battle.
Equipment/Items
- No weapons.
- No armour.
- Possession of a small third floor flat in the gentrified former docklands of Radasanth city.
- Plus a collection of beautiful, ugly or ordinary domestic items to populate said home (ultimately inconsequential).
Age: 72
Race: Human
Hair Colour: Grey
Eye Colour: Grey
Height: 5’4’’
Weight: 140lbs
Occupation: Physicist
Personality
He is driven to tinker, to invent, to investigate, to understand and to explain. His own overriding intelligence is his only motivation, compelled by the logic that his mind is a gift and he should use it aptly. However, he hides his intellect beneath the doddering façade of a senile old man. He enjoys producing a formulaic image; in fact it is a tribute to those great thinkers who came before him. It’s only correct that an eccentric scientist act like an eccentric scientist, he thought. Any conflict in his personality however, has long since evaporated with the wisdom of age. Kenwright has grown into and out of whatever character flaws he’d had as a young man.
Appearance
Dr. Hartley is a living stereotype; living in that he lives up to exactly what you would expect an ageing genius to look like. The dome of his shining head is an egg in a nest of unkempt peripheral hair, his thick glasses rest securely on a bulbous nose with a bushy moustache growing from its base. He isn’t tall, nor short, nor is he thin, nor obese. However, he is in fact, ever so slightly rotund: convex to a degree that accentuates his white coat, in that the slightest belly strains out against his dusky pink shirt/gaudy tie combination. He always wears considerably wrinkled corduroy trousers in a typically old man, non-descript shade. His shoes are brown suede and scuffed from years of wear. Dr. Kenwright’s face isn’t extensively creased to match his seventy-two springs, summers, autumns and winters, but rather it is lined almost deliberately so as to portray wisdom. Deep foldings mark out his jowls while forehead lines confirm that most of his existence has been spent in deep contemplation.
History
Dr. Hartley’s history really was history. His childhood was so long ago that it was no longer relevant. His teenage years (spent in the study halls of local universities he was too young to attend), they were also irrelevant to the present. Before commencing with his further education, life for the adolescent Hartley had drifted along like a locomotive on rails. Eventually he became acquainted with monumental junctions. That real turning point in his life came when his knowledge of physics hadn’t reached its peak, it happened when he was studying unremittingly at the University of Radasanth. That was when his second year astronomy professor identified his potential, struck with awe the professor decided that Kenwright Hartley would be gifted a grand opportunity.
At the end of a Tuesday morning lecture, a fresh faced Kenwright was confronted by his learned teacher.
“How do you feel about the universe, son?” it was a friendly inquiry.
“I think there’s more to it.” he answered defiantly.
“So do I, son, so do I… but you know academia, especially in Radasanth.”
Kenwright didn’t respond verbally, he nodded back with a youthful enthusiasm. With time that enthusiasm would evaporate, but eventually condense back into Doc Hartley in the form of wily eccentricity.
“That’s why you’ve been chosen. Because you think there’s more.”
The lecturer walked away without saying anymore. Kenwright was, understandably, perplexed.
“Huh?”
And that day passed by with no further noteworthy incidents. Something only happened, as was often the case in Radasanth, when the stars came out and twinkled over the institute’s old towers. While sleeping soundly in the north building of the student halls, Kenwright was taken from Radasanth. He was removed from that entire universe. His disappearance was not of note. No fuss was made. Forty years later he returned, a doctor of physics, with the greatest knowledge of the dynamics of the omniverse and the endless universes that comprise it. Quite how he navigated the various realities during his intellectual ascension was something he never divulged entirely; instead he made vague remarks about a marvellous machine in the Omniversity of Djarreck. Radasanth’s scientific community discredited the old man with ruthless velocity. After all, really, who the hell was he?
Skills
- Extensive knowledge of physics, a specialist in the omniversal field with a counterbalancing absolute ineffectiveness in battle.
Equipment/Items
- No weapons.
- No armour.
- Possession of a small third floor flat in the gentrified former docklands of Radasanth city.
- Plus a collection of beautiful, ugly or ordinary domestic items to populate said home (ultimately inconsequential).