Mad_Dr_Modo

BACKGROUND

Born into sheer poverty I set myself to thrive in the busy streets as the ultimate seller of all things that one may find use of in the moment! Such an inspired street urchin was I that I was able to sell rocks to passers-by!!

Let it be known that I continued to succeed (as well as skip having to pay for the occasional meal~) at selling whatever I needed to, then dabbling in some alchemy until!! Tada! Here we all are the future of the past’s present!! I have grown up and now adorn myself with the clothes and lifestyle I coveted so solidly during my child-life, do not crowd! As I have a few tissues here if you are feeling particularly moved.

((Born into desperate poverty in a large town, Creta was a thin, weak but conscientious and curious boy. He felt undeserving and guilty that his parents would half-starve themselves so he could eat and so went about trying to sell small things to fellow children and adults alike (he still sells pet rocks, his first successful pitch).

This didn't prove enough and abusive bullying began to start due to Creta's lacking family income, his attempts at enterprise and his already strange yet harmless mannerisms. Eventually young Creta found a way to sate his constant hunger and guilt, 'they were only bullies,' he reasoned, 'they wriggle so much but they'll be put to a good use; my parents won't have to work so hard I don't see them or starve themselves...'

Thus Creta lost his innocence after being hurt and pushed too hard into the mud, though he was already tarnished from some of the more desperate ways he had tried to make money for his parents, events he would never share but often remembers.

Creta began to make up for lost meals, even managing to down the occasional fully grown adult. His hunger grew larger and more complex as he aged, his feeding most likely being the reason he ended up so very tall.

Eventually talk started, disgraced and fearful, Creta's parents left the town without his knowledge. He's been alone ever since, trying to amass money, skip having to pay for meals, attempting to find the ultimate sales pitch and working with the alchemical for fun, profit and possibly to turn lead to gold.

Dr Modo doesn't speak about his past or parents with any clarity and any instance or example of family throws him off his train of thought, though he hides it (and the subsequent hardships he faced) well.


Whether or not Modo even remembers or knows why he does what he does is questionable, the deep longing sadness remains buried and his work acts as a constant distraction, it is unknown if he has seen his family since or would recognize them. ))

PHYSIQUE

Underneath my stunning attire is a supple and athletic countenance, covered by a warm, white and especially fluffy demeanour of fur, complete with the wonderful phizog of my angled and majestic face!

My feet and tail are always in pristine condition and are as fine as they are good at manipulation, do not be surprised if you find yourself being held aloft by my mighty (but adorably soft and fluffy-so I’m told) tail!

Neither should you fret if for some reason find your chubby little cheek stroked by one of the many razor sharp taloned toes of mine on one my glorious foots! I am dextrous enough to be a successful alchemist and seller of all things despite my shape claws, have absolutely zero fears as it is under control!*

Be also sure too to mind my sharp pointy teeth, they are sharp and pointy. I shall point to them, do you see? You need not have sharp eyes to spy these teethes, some say my grin takes up almost the entirety of my striking lower face?? Even with my mouth closed you can admire my teeth as I can’t ever seem to get these ones to stay within my lips, care to peer closer? Perhaps I can help you examine my mine figure closer! My lovely thick tail can probably pick you up, be weary you don’t get to investigate my figure too close or you may just end up adding to it?~

If you like what you see/hear then you may of course add to it...!**

*If customer has not got exactly zero (naught, nadda, zilch, 0) fears when in close proximity of the Great Dr Creta Modo then they accept that it was their pathetic shivering in his presence that lead them to becoming scratched.
**for a nominal fee

ATTIRE

I am a fine gentleman that wearith upon my bonce (‘head’ to you heathens) a luxurious top hat, outfitted with an Official Steampunk Doodad™ and time piece. The time piece is meant to run depending on the marvelousness of its wearer, though mine must be defected as it insists on only going backwards!

My well-appointed yet defective hat does allow my Gawkers™ to sit upon the rim, with science!

Under my mysterious and tincture-laden jacket (as well as adorned with one fabulous bowtie) is one of my many custom made waistcoats. I’ve yet to find a tailor good enough at their craft to make a waistcoat capable of withholding a new struggling meal and believe me I test each waistcoat for this as SOON as I receive it!! This may also be why I’m finding it harder and harder to find tailors around here though.

Past my snapper snappy (and rather tight and fetching~) trousers are no socks or shoes whatsoever! While I could very well get a... non-waistcoat-button-tested shoe maker to make me some I rather enjoy using my feet for things, especially in relation to customers* and/or potential meals! Besides, I have a toering with a decently accurate watch on it, I believe it is accurate, why not take a close look for me?

*Being a customer does not affect the likelihood of becoming a potential meal

MUZIKO!

In which I plagurize other's work to help define myself to the insolant masses! *Twirls cane*

FEATS!

I met a most delicious morsel known as Jen_Sutter! She seemed rather adament about not being a snack for the good doctor but at the size a potion of mine made her she had little choice~

I may have walked in on the young Prince_Veshrian and an 'associate' of his, caught unaware with a flung shrink potion I think that we shall have a lot of fun!! Being so much bigger than them I must be quite the crowd!

Ahh, the self proclaimed goddess, Asherah_Marina!! A shark after my own heart, perhaps literally now! She had the pleasure of testing a special potion for curious ladies~
Along with the help of one Storms to plum her new... shall we say, "depths" and make sure her new equipment was working, lovely Ms Marina gave me the spoils of it, rather roughly I must add but none the less an enjoyable success!