Emil Günther
État physique: Maladie
L'état mental : se tortiller dans les pensées
Le parfum d'une infirmière marchant en l'attaquant. Les vagues de ses cheveux et la brise de son parfum. Même comme ça, je peux le sentir. L'odeur l'orne, et pourtant c'est comme si elle l'orne. Belle, la lumière adhère à sa peau. Il s'est retourné pour la voir une fois de plus, mais elle avait pris un coin, seulement un sentier du bord de sa jupe blanche visible pendant une seconde au bord du mur, comme une aile rapide grise d'un papillon volant dans la nuit. Il s'est concentré sur la nuque de l'élève devant lui. Une taupe sur son cou. Une petite tumeur brune. Une imperfection. Ils font une différence. Je me souviens d'elle aussi. Beaucoup l'aimaient quand nous étions jeunes et écoliers. Magnifique, avec une petite marque de beauté sur la joue. Ceux sans elle n'étaient pas comme aimés. C'est à cause de ses imperfections, oui. C'est le crochet. Que nous mordions. Le gig dans l'eau. Écoutez-les. Il regarda ses chaussures marcher avec les autres sur les carreaux de sol. Un bruit après un bruit. C'est aussi ce que j'entends venir de derrière les portes fermées de ce mystère. Comme un cœur enfermé là-dedans, primordial mais refusant de mourir, alimenté par sa propre malignance. Thoud, thoud, thoud.
Un homme serein, qu'Emil aurait eu, s'il avait eu le temps de penser artistiquement, décrit comme'sternement fragile' s'approchait de lui. Pas un membre du personnel de l'asile. Pas de blanc stérile sur lui. Le professeur, d'hier. Il m'a vue?

"J'espère que vous allez bien?", dit l'homme.
"Je... suis bien, monsieur," Emil a dit à travers une membrane de mucus dans sa gorge endolorie. En ce qui concerne l'incident, il a avalé de la salive pour mouiller cette tache irritante dans son cou. Maintenant je sais ce que les gens veulent dire quand ils disent que le monde est devenu fou.
Name: Jeremiah Dupree
Nickname/title: Professor Dupree, Dr. Dupree, "The Collector", "Jerry"
Gender: Male
Age: 43
Build/physicality: Seems rather medically/physically frail despite a heavy-set stature. Keep him out of fights, but he is surprisingly flexible and will squeeze through narrow spaces without complaint. 5'5"
Appearance: Linked due to size.
Background
Psychological status: Complains frequently of a sensation of being watched (paranoia?), possible memory repression, frequent nightmares, mild ornithophobia
Quirks, ticks, conditions, sensitivities to the paranormal: Possible sensitivities to the paranormal
Magical potential: Yes, mostly in channeling and summoning (albeit has not attempted anything serious yet)
Personality: Jeremiah is the determined sort, feeling that there must be some greater underlying truth to the universe and that he must only push harder against reality to discover it. While he is much more hesitant to push this determination when others are in need of him, his own safety means little to him in the pursuit of knowledge. He is something of a bookworm, preferring older texts to more recently published works due to a belief that the sudden surge in 'science' has led people to ignoring what should be obvious patterns and truths.
Hometown: Portland, Maine
Education: Bachelor's in Anthropology from Cornell, Doctorate in Philosophy from Johns Hopkins
Occupation: Professor of Anthropology at Miskatonic
Achievements: Co-authored a paper on a near-extinct ritualistic practice occurring in Ireland while at Hopkins
Sexuality: Apparently heterosexual
Religion/philosophy: Rationalist
Marital status: Single
Family status: Parents both deceased, only child
Biographical writeup: Jeremiah Dupree (born as Emilia, before changing his name in his application to Cornell) was born the only child to a sickly mother and an uncaring father. When his mother died, his father, preferring to focus on work rather than the difficulties of child-raising, sent his child to an all-girl boarding school in New York. It was there, with no contact from his father and relatively isolated from the ones who should've been peers, that Jeremiah developed his fascination with philosophy and a desire to understand the universe as a whole. His second year led him to befriending a transfer student, Alice, and through her efforts expanding his social contacts. He never quite lost that obsession however, and used his father's wealth to pursue a bachelor's degree and doctorate. He missed his father's funeral entirely, and did not care much. His time at Cornell allowed him to travel with a professor of anthropology and discover the better hidden cultures of Africa and Europe, and he based his research at Hopkins on one group in Ireland. He even persuaded a professor and other graduate students to assist him in a venture back to observe an annual ritual - where he acquired a mask, notability in the field of research, and a fresh fear of birds. Upon receiving his doctorate, he decided to focus on more local cultures and, through rumors and ghost stories, came to Miskatonic University to teach and to study.
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Combative belongings: N/A
Noncombative belongings: A walking stick topped with a deer antler (a gift from a dear friend in his school days), multiple alchemical texts, multiple philosophical texts, a full head mask in the shape of a long-eared owl's head, a wallet containing identification and $20 dollars in cash, and a coin of unknown origin with a hole through it and twine tied through the hole.
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