Emil Günther
État physique : une légère poussée d'adrénaline
État mental : peur et alerte
March-stalkers puissant la lande hantant, esprits errants... Emil a immédiatement imaginé un nombre non spécifié de silhouettes sombres de visages non spécifiques et construire les s'approchant de l'autre côté du mur. Cette lettre est vraiment lourde; et avec tout le respect que je vous dois, monsieur, je ne pense pas qu'aucun de nous soit assez petit pour s'intégrer dans l'un de ces cabinets, a-t-il dit, hantantant les étagères remplies de déchets. Il aurait pu être son éducation allemande pratique qui l'a conduit à son action suivante, bien que la peur face à l'inconnu rampant vers le bureau avait probablement été la force qui l'a fait. Il a saisi le bord épais du bureau d'Atkins, a mis le tiroir cassé de côté pour dégager le chemin, et a poussé la chose massive juste contre la porte, qui, heureusement, n'était pas trop loin. Sa routine d'exercice quotidien a payé. Poignée de porte. Bloqué. Bras coupé. Sensible au bruit. Volez.
Il a essayé d'ouvrir la chose par laquelle il avait vu l'oiseau voler tout en priant la situation le sauverait d'être expulsé pour avoir vandalisé la propriété de l'université, mais il ne bougerait pas un pouce. Corrodé. Il a vu un balcon à gauche qui pouvait être atteint avec une manœuvre risquée, mais descendre d'une manière ou d'une autre à l'aide des rebords semblait une bien meilleure option parce que le bureau n'était pas trop haut et des tas de soufflets de neige vers le bas offriraient au moins un coussin. Il a encore poussé la fenêtre, mais il ne s'est toujours rien passé. Il a mis sa main droite dans la poche. GOTT MIT UNS a dit l'inscription sur la chemise de poche noire d'Emil, un cadeau qu'il avait reçu pendant l'été et qu'il a maintenant doigté dans sa poche, ne voulant pas la prendre, une arme, devant un professeur, comme si une main invisible lui embrayait la sienne.
Quelque chose a claqué sur la porte. Merde... il a sorti la lame et l'a coincée entre le bas et le cadre, essayant de travailler la fenêtre ouverte comme la poignée de la porte derrière lui a craqué et battu violemment contre la surface du bureau qui l'a bloqué.
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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