Dr_Ambrose_Pyke

“Come in, I think I can squeeze you in for a later appointment... if that does not work for you, we can schedule something... the good Doctor does make house calls after all.” You hastily accept, in a hurry and jotting down a number and time to call you to make this happen, waving to the young secretary as you leave the office. Hours pass and your errands are taken care of, now sitting on the couch lazily watching TV. Commercial time comes and your phone begins to ring. Curious and almost forgetting you gave the Doctors office your number you answer the call only to hear a smooth voice on the other end. “Hello, this is Doctor Pyke... Sorry we could not get to you today...” Instantly, the slight irritation of the call leaves. Moments pass and words are exchanged and a schedule was made for the next day, a house call. “Great... see you then.”

The next day arrives quickly and you are simply drained of energy by the end of it. You almost forget you had an appointment scheduled! Quickly, you dress up a bit and quickly clean up, after all, you wouldn't want to appear a mess! It was strange, to put so much effort into pleasing a man you never met. Then there it was. ((knock)). Two firm wraps against the door are heard, the sound echoing through your home. You almost drop your drink in hand in surprise on how sudden it was, you did not even see a car pull up! You move quickly, setting down the glass and approaching the door. After checking through the peep hole, you move to open the door. A figure stood in the archway, his long coat casting large shadows with the setting sun behind him. Then the voice was heard. “Hello, I am Doctor Pyke... may I come in?” That voice... that silky voice. You nod and wave him in, the light from the outside shadowing his face as he steps past. The door is closed now and you offer a drink, anything for him to become more comfortable. You notice how smoothly he walks, his shoes a brown leather, followed by his trousers and suspenders, covering and old fashioned button down. It was almost like he was going for the stereotypical doctor scene! His hat was placed gently on the sofa arm... he stood to full height. My he is tall! Turning to face you, he gives a soft smile, white teeth shining behind those lips, his face tight, stubble lining the contours of his jawline and lips. His eyes were the most noticeable thing. It was the damnedest thing but you never saw such azure eyes before. Very captivating!

“Should we begin?” He asked... rummaging in his bag for a stethoscope and a blood pressure casp. You nod, taking a seat in one of the chairs, keeping your back high and straight, after all, you didn't want to seem like a sloucher! You take a quick glance to his doctors bag, a simple side shoulder bag, very worn, but sturdy... it was like he was going for the civil war look! You also notice a small black book on his bag, most likely a data note. Wow... hasn't he heard of Ipads and Kindles to do that? You chuckle to yourself, all worry leaving and filled with ease. The doctor steps to you, closing the distance fast as he begins his procedure, standard checkup, breathing and heart rate was checked, reflexes were taken... the same sort. This was convenient! Why would anyone leave the house for a checkup when the doctor can come to you?

“Seems we are almost done here... say, you are rather healthy, that is good... good build, good breathing, and great posture, I have no idea why I had to do this! Haha!” He chuckled a little, causing you to follow suit, bring in facts that you eat right and just wanted to get a daily checkup to make sure things were still good. “Everything is fine with you...” His blue eyes seems to follow your every movement, staring through you, unflinching. With business done, he began to pack up, putting his tools away, humming something under his breathe as you looked and saw small cases within the bag, a flash of a scalpel, a container for a saw of sort. Odd... he would have no need for that here! The humming stopped as he closed the bag, putting on his coat and hat before moving to the door. “It was nice to see someone so healthy, makes my job easier. Have a good evening!” You followed him to the door, grinning ear to ear as the compliments filled you with this odd joy. It was weird to describe... and did he walk here? Your eyes follow his shape as he walks to the night, following the streetlights back to the small town. A small sigh escapes you as you close the door and lock it, turning in for the night after a glass of wine... after all, what could it hurt?

It was a peaceful night of sleep... the best in a long time. And the night after. You felt well rested and stronger, more motivated and fulfilled. It was a wonderful feeling flowing through you. Each night you slept sound... so sound you did not hear the screams.

You wake in the morning to find the police around your neighbors house. A feeling of dread hovers over you, seeping into your being. All of that joy and fulfillment left within seconds. The area was taped off as you move closer to your neighbors house, joining the curious people in the community. “What happened?” People ask. “What is going on?” No word was released, but only the sound of police cars wailing to join the fray, pushing people back. Your neighbor is now missing, a thin trail of blood was discovered coming from the front porch, vanishing soon after. The sinking feeling returned. No forced entry.

The doctor worked in the kitchen that night, he had a small feast he was preparing for his peers, after all, they deserved something for their hard work, and it just so happened he came unto some good pork recently...

Dr. Pyke is a well respected Surgeon, one of the best in the country in fact, becoming one of the most powerful and admired doctors in the world. Despite his fame, he leads a humble life, a cozy house in the city, styled with hints of Victorian influence. His style reflects that as well, almost dressing like the surgeons of old, keeping a theme with his practice. His usual garb being black pants with black overalls, complete with a white button down a a black bandana on his arm. His coat is long and black as well, with a large brim hat to go with it. Most of the time he is seen, he is hardly without his brown doctors bag, made with old tanned leather, containing many instruments of the trade. People wonder why he dresses like an antique doctor, he says he just likes the style. There is more to that.

He began as a med student, treating wounded soldiers with old fashion whiskey and saws, amputation taking the forefront to anything worthy at the time. It was there when he was trying to save an older gentlemen from blood poisoning. At the time, he did all he could, but the man died. He noticed something odd about the man, namely a book belonging on his person. The rich red ink on the front caught his attention, and without others seeing, snagged it. It was an odd feeling, feeling drawn to such a thing, but he had to have it, it intrigued him. After he left the hospital, he went straight home, closing the windows, pouring himself a glass of scotch before opening the book. What he saw he hardly believed. It was simply filled with symbols and recipes, bunch of gibberish and hastily scrawn notes. He let out a small chuckle as he placed the book down, “Man was insane...”. After he finished his glass, he went to sleep. Something moved in his mind that night, his sleep restless as that book flashed in his mind, over and over he saw the symbols. He awoke more tired then ever and rushed to work, forgetting about it for the time being. Returning home in the evening, he poured himself another glass and tried to read the paper, only for his eyes to catch the book again, still on the desk as he left it last. Placing the paper down, the doctor moved to the book and picked it up, only to sit back down and began to read it, smiling to himself, “Its all nonsense.” Something prodded the back of his mind as he read it, looking at the ingredients for one page, he knew he had them all. “If they could see me they would call me childish for trying this...” Before long, he drew a small circular shape on a piece of paper on his kitchen table, moving the ingredients onto it. “Let us see... a little bit of this... here is a pound of that... a cup of this... there...” He looked back to the book and his work, smirking as he chanted the latin words, chuckling to himself as he looked on. As he stopped and looked around, laughing. “I knew it was hogwash...”. Tired, he left the ritual on the table and moved to his bed, falling asleep. Little did he know what he started within himself.

As he awoke, he noticed a strange smell coming from the kitchen. “Shit! I knew I should have cleaned up... “ He rushed to the table, the smell similar to sulfur as he reached an ashen pile on the table. The ingredients were gone, and on the table laid ash with a power scent of sulfur and brimstone. Perplexed and slightly afraid, he approached the pile and used a spoon to sift through it. The color was a deep blood red and still remained hot to the touch. “This is impossible...” In the back of his mind he knew it was probable... what he did last night made this. “None of those ingredients should have made something... this stuff cannot be what I think it is...” In fact, he crafted hellish brimstone. He knew it, somehow he knew that he made it. A slight chuckle escaped him, madness overtaking him for a moment before reforming himself. “This is a joke... has to be, I just have to redo the experiment, and watch it fully, yes! This is a trick of someone.” It was no trick. He locked the doors and brushed the burning ashes away, putting them in a pail full of water, watching as they burned for a very long time, to a point the water boiled before stopping. His heart fell, knowing he was messing with the wrong things, that he should throw the book out... but he had to continue.

Doctor Ambrose Pyke is an extremely intelligent man, knowing many things through history, especially anything regarding the human body. He knows many points of weakness in the body, to a scary degree of being able to block and injure certain points to cripple someone. He also became famous for his skill, being able to heal others that were almost a lost cause. He has surgical precision being able to find exact points of the body, truly a master surgeon.

Despite being a man of healing, he has a very dark side. Ever since falling into the dangerous dance with alchemy, he became a 'true' man of science, doing all he could in order to perfect the human body, even if that meant being unethical, because after all... the suffering of the few to help the many. As he perfected these rituals and experiments, he figured a way to prolong his life, a way to keep himself young. This of course resulted in very horrific experiments that took place to figure a decent way for this to work, many test subjects dying by his hands as he drifted into a madness, an obsession. By the time he was nearing the age of 50, he figured out a temporary fix. The result was a combination of capturing the human soul and the body. Basically... he began to feed. The first couple of times were rather... messy, a hunger taking over as he bit and chewed, blood flowing from his lips, but in time, he became more... sophisticated. With the soul he figured out a way to capture it using several circles and almost turn it into some sort of elixir to drink. The first time he figured this out, his age halted and went back a couple years. His hair went from grey to brown and his body swelled in power.

With this newfound power, he stayed alive long after he should have been, his body at a firm age of 20. Of course, he changed his name and with other rituals that he created, his face. He was a new man, and all he had to do would live his life further. He went back into medical schools, learning another part of the body, and using his prior knowledge, aced classes and graduated, becoming a 'doctor'. He smiled whenever this happened, repeating his youth in college, using the money from his former life to fuel his new one, growing wealthier and more intelligent.

Before long, he had a nice balance in life. He kept his hunger in check, or at least kept it hidden better, and used one of his lifetimes to enter into the field of cooking. Of course, this only made things easier with him to hide his meals in plain site. And at this point, he loved the taste of flesh of humans, that he ate without performing a ritual... sinking deeper into cannibalistic urges. As times changed, he changed with them, and took advantage of the new technologies to keep himself ahead of the curve. However, he still maintained an old fashion sense with him, something he could not shake off, and with his own practice, the towns people considered it quaint. Which was perfect, it kept most attention off of him and was seen as the kindly doctor.

The doctor is a very well spoken man, and in the area he lived, spoke with a soft southern accent that most people would find charming. Does he feel bad about the atrocities he commits? He did, at one point, but his mind is far gone for that. He is in for himself. Sees himself as a predator, like a wolf among sheep. He has friends, keeping them on the outside of his life, and has had mates, keeping them a little while while keeping his secret before disposing of them, as if there is anything left to dispose.

Weapons of choice involve a scalpel, a bonesaw, and a needle. Despite these not looking like weapons, they can easily cut someone to ribbons, and in the case of a very talented surgeon, each hit will count, ribbing through arteries, to muscle, and right into the bone. With his trade, he also has access to main medicinal items. The needle he can use to inject his prey with anesthetic, knocking them out until he can tie them down, or restrain them. Even though he is extremely adept with alchemy and using 'black' magic rituals to gain power, he will not use them to battle, if anything, he uses them to take the soul from someone after he eats them, or to keep someone restrained as he prepares a meal.

In a way, look at Hannibal Lector, then the medic from TF2, as well The Doctor from Yu Yu Hakusho and blended them into one. This is who you would get. A charismatic sociopath with not regard for life that would further his own agenda and experiments.

A different slice of life

There are things of the world and not of the world, and many dimensions that have been tracked and explored, and others that have barely been touched. Dr. Pyke, a practicer of communing with the damned and having banquets with demons, may or may not have been touched by something through his myriad of parties, feeding moments and times to which he suckled down someones soul. What gave him enhanced power? What allowed him such a feat? Not what... but who... and who is a serious question. In certain moments, people could see something cling to the good doctor. Higher species in the order of things could swear they seen an aura resembling a monster that sometimes took his shadow. Celestials and Demons could see it for what it and certain times when bloodlust was high or he required that extra 'oomph' 'it' came out. Almost like a second suit over his body, a bird entity would take over. Feathers would form and a sharp bill takes place of the face, color dark and eyes like black voids. The voice is a bit harsh and sounds of two souls in one. Pyke remains in control of his mind, and the demon enjoys the ride, especially with a glass of soul to wash down into its belly

What brings such a man to this voracious nexus? A happy accident! certain rituals tend to be a bit... unpredictable, and he may or may have not been sucked into the park... but he can go back to his home at least! Plus, this park will at least allow him to let go of his human side a little bit

There are rules I like to follow, and I would hope you will respect me enough to follow them as well.

1. I like to try and have some depth to my roleplays. I just like to flesh out details and give a greater feel for the scene. That being said, if I type a paragraph and you return with a sentence, there will be an issue which I will address.
2. Speech. I know to some people, english is a second language, and I cannot vouch for being the best speaker, but I will try to be correct when I spell and when I use grammar. I can excuse a bit, but too much (and I will say something) I will lose all feel for the convo/rp and stop.
3. No underage. Not much more to be said
4. No godmodding. I hate this sorta thing. I know some characters are powerful wizards and such, but please, do not just be OP about everything, gets old fast and pisses me off a bit
5. No In Character introductions. I am not really into just rolling into an RP like that, I prefer fleshing out a scene first.
6. No Ponies. Just not interested.

Overall, that is it! I like to try and have fun and make sure you are having a good time as well!

There are some ideas that I tend to toy with in my RP's... Those include:

• Genetic Manipulation... CREATURE CREATION! Who doesn't want to make the best predator? It will just take some experimentation. Become modified and become the top of the food chain!
• Stuffing the bird, er... A phrase but he loves to stuff his meals, or just those he wants to toy with. He cooks a lot of food, and hates it to go to waste after a banquet, so he might need someone to dispose of it, whether they like it or not! (This can include overstuffing to point of discomfort, to see how large a belly can grow!)
• Banquets. Ah, how much fun it is to entertain guests, especially fellow predators! A lavish dinner is to be served, who is the main course, who is the guest of honor?
• Preperation. Fond of cooking, how about just being doused in sauces and sauteed on the stove for a light snack? Stuffed and glazed before being placed into an oven?
• Disposal. His secret at risk of being released due to nosy reporters/officers/rivals? They can always be disposed of by one of his many predatory pets (Which can be created for the occasion, will get to make a list eventually.)