Emil
La pierre bleue profonde semblait un trou dans sa paume à Emil. Il l'a regardé, plutôt que lui, mais pouvait sentir son poids sur la peau et savait que c'était un véritable objet tangible. Se concentrant sur ses yeux, il observa l'étrange chose de plus près le long des bords et de la surface de la pierre. Une sorte de fétichisme? Ou une clé? Ce n'était en aucun cas un objet de conception extraordinaire. En fait, c'était assez simple, comme un des vendeurs de rue de bibelots vendre en Orient. Mais la simplicité est ce qui l'a rendu convaincant, comme il arrive souvent quand un homme attend dans son esprit quelque chose d'important d'être fantaisiste, seulement d'être donné le contraire.
Est-ce qu'on va utiliser un sous-marin? Un équipage de dames et de gentleman le plus mystérieux et le plus diversifié en expédition? Alors que le maintenant tendre Faye terminait le discours de leur quête prochaine, son esprit joua des images, et sa voix se mêla avec et fut finalement remplacée par des visions de la marque de son imagination: murmurer des vagues, broncher et se briser l'une sur l'autre; une mousse pâle sur des sables noirs lunaires et des bardeaux; la surface frémissante de l'océan sans fin; des profondeurs ébènes; des chasmes dans le sol de l'océan où les Krakens dorment, en remuant des coquilles et des os; des piliers ruinés et des runes antiques sculptées en eux; des citadelles creuses de villes englouties et de leurs flèches; un appel d'un leviathan solitaire faisant écho d'une statue d'un dieu bizarre à l'autre. Et la chanson d'une sirène la plus sonore. 
Quel peut être le but de cet article? » Emil n'a rien demandé comment l'expression de Faye a en effet été changée: plus douce maintenant et... humaine, souriante. Il s'est tourné vers le professeur comme un enfant timide devant une dame. J'ai encore plus mal à la gorge. Et mes yeux me font mal. Attendez, quelqu'un arrive! Je peux entendre des pas sans la cellule. Quelqu'un vient.
Il a donné un autre regard à Faye et a rapidement mis l'amulette dans la poche. Je n'ai nulle part où courir, Steiner.
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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