♜~ “Home? I have no home. Hunted, despised, living like an animal. The jungle is my home. But I will show the world that I can be its master. I will perfect my own race of people, a race of atomic supermen, which will conquer the world.” -Edward D. Wood Jr. NSFW 18+ Multimuse Independent RP blog for Dr. Turnus Void Triggers abundant; tread lightly. The doctor is: In [X] Out []
“Home? I have no home. Hunted, despised, living like an animal. The jungle is my home. But I will show the world that I can be its master. I will perfect my own race of people, a race of atomic supermen, which will conquer the world.”
-Edward D. Wood Jr.
Deep in the heart of the haunted Ballyboley forest in Northern Ireland, the locals will warn travelers against wandering the woods alone. Due to multiple disappearances in the forest from the 15th century to the 17th, and a recent uptick in missing persons in modern day, the forest is believed to be a gateway to the Celtic Otherworld. They say that you can hear tortured screams throughout the night, and catch inhuman shadows out of the corners of your eyes.
But the true monster of this forest is a man.
Take the risk, if you want. But remember, curiosity killed the cat—or rather, in this case, it Vivisected it and turned it into a patchwork creature of human and animal parts. One way or another, you’ll belong to Dr. Turnus Void, whether that be as one of his precious “pets” or as spare parts.
♜ Selective multi-muse blog for Dr. Turnus Void and his experiments. Please read all rules before interacting, NO minors, 18+ with NO exceptions.
If there are any Arthur Harrow, The Grabber, or Ernst Toller roleplayers out there, I’d be more than happy to collaborate on something (dark or light-hearted; I lean more dark generally, but am fine with both).
That vivisection is dehumanising and makes the doctor, who practises it, unworthy of trust as a doctor is known to the older medicos. The younger medicos, who have taken part in this kind of work, cannot resist the temptation to use their own patients, unknown to them, as guinea pigs for their experiments.
Practical Nature-Cure (9th Ed.) by K. Lakshmana Sarma, 1956
Chapter: III Disease Prevention - Pasteurian Prophylactics
(via stay-natural)
Donovan stared straight ahead at the tile wall, gazing out as though there were a window embedded there. “I used to love this part of Ireland. So beautiful and quiet...Giacinta loved the sound of rain. It put her right to sleep. She would lie on my lap on the couch, and just listen to it. Just...listen. It was her favorite thing. So with all the storms around here, she was in Paradiso.”
Without warning, he turned from the wall and removed the steaks from the pan, setting them aside. “Now? This place is hell, and every single time it rains, I hate the sound.” He proceeded to retrieve some mixed salad greens and sliced prosciutto from the fridge, his demeanor tense, shoulders rigid. “Chop some more garlic, please? A pine nut salad will go well with this dish.”
His heart sagged in his chest, now more of a dull, weighted rock than anything living. In the rarest of times, you could still hear the piteous thud of its beat as it weakly carried on, too tired to do much else.
When she nudged him, he froze momentarily, eyeing her sidelong with the bag of mixed greens clutched in his mottled hands. In a gesture no one would have guessed from him, he winked. “Don’t tell the others. Our secret?”
Donovan craned his head back, a burdened sigh falling forth. “It is not you, piccola cucciolo. You did not take the life of my beloved.” He gripped one of the butter knives too hard in his grip, and had it been any sharper, his palm would have run red.
“You spoke of London, Isabelle. You meant no ill will to me, but, ah...” Donovan collected the rest of the silverware, busying his hands with setting them out at the proper spots. “I do not know how I think of Miss O’Dempsey,” he murmured, filling a pitcher of steaming water to polish the silver, “but I would appreciate your...discretion, if you will. Would it still be beating, my Giacinta’s heart would surely break, for her to see me offer my love to another...”
The doctor considered the man before him, serpentine eyes frosted over as he weighed Richie’s words over in his mind, processing them. Then a smirk quivered at the tip of his lips.
“Cheeky,” he commented, lightly slapping the man’s cheek with the back of his gloved hand. “Cheeky, cheeky, cheeky...But I’ve had my fair share of your types on my table,” he continued, prodding at the needle tip as he investigated the issue further, “and I can’t promise you I didn’t slice their cheeks off...Bit like pears, actually. Do you like pears, Richie? You’d be surprised how much cutting into a cheek feels like peeling a pear...”
Dr. Void leaned down, aligning his face with Richie’s as his voice dropped an octave. “Why can’t I cut into your skin, boy? You’d best answer truthfully, because I’ll get my answer one way or another, and if I have to work for it, I won’t be nice. Might even put my theory to the test,” he added, tapping his lips as he ran a thumb across Richie’s cheekbone. “I think I have a fruit peeler upstairs. We could always have a bit of fun along the way, what say you?”
Heey! Just wanted to drop you a note. I hope you’re well and doing alright. :)
I had so much fun writing with you on sugartrashmouth way back when, and I just wanted to let you know that if you feel up to writing rp again, all of my muses are available for anything from plotted threads to casual interactions. :)
Have a lovely day ahead!
Hi! I am returning for some very limited threads, but I'm willing to hear out some ideas. I had fun writing with you as well, and am willing to engage again (:
Cut beneath a read more for the sake of not taking up space on the dashboard. Thanks!
Smack!
London O’Dempsey jerked upright, startled.
A loose keyboard piece stuck to her cheek indicated she had once again nodded off at her desk, well beyond normal working hours. She cast a bleary-eyed gaze around the darkened office, finding no sign of human life, her computer serving as the only light source available.
What a fine way to spend a Friday night.
In hindsight, she should have just bit the bullet and gone out with her coworkers for cocktails, but she was determined to plow through the rest of her work and have it polished up by Monday. As an intern at The Denver Post, London faced primarily grunt work for the first few months, and had only just begun to turn a corner this past week, after Mr. Brentley had her conduct some of the interviews on the latest “Grabber” kidnapping.
Frankly, Mr. Brentley more than likely provided her with the project because no one else wanted the task of interrogating mourning loved ones about their vanished kids. Still, London was determined to not let him down, and felt this could make or break getting her foot in the door in U.S. journalism.
At her mother’s insistence, she had completed her Master’s in Literary Studies at the University of Toulon, but had jumped at the first opportunity for some work back in the United States, refusing to let her mother guilt-trip her into staying in Nice, France after graduation.
Against great protest from her mother, she had spent most of her young life in Ohio with her father, and wasn’t about to let her squabbling parents continue to curtail her passions. That said, as soon as she got word that she was accepted to complete an internship through The Denver Post, she snapped up the first flight available to Denver, Colorado.
London stifled a yawn and checked her watch. 2:33AM. “Shit,” she mumbled, pushing her hair out of her face. Maybe she really should have gone out for a drink—at least then, she would’ve had a safe ride home.
White lightning cracked outside the nearest window, startling London to her feet. Maybe her coworker Matthew was right...she was jumpier than usual.
Earlier that afternoon, Matthew had damn near given her a heart-attack, springing up behind her and yanking her office chair backward to make her think she was falling.
“Oh, take a joke, O’Dempsey,” he had cackled as she slapped at his arms. “You’re so uptight lately. What’re you worried about? The Grabber?” He had snatched the newspaper from her desk, waggling it in her face. “He takes kids, Lo. I know you’re ‘fun size’ and all, but I don’t think that counts.”
“Shut up!” London had lunged for the article, which he held high above her head. “I’m just tired. And you’re—“ she jumped to swipe at the newspaper, “—making it—” her fingertips had grazed the paper, “—worse! I’m...I’m going to stab you with my pen if you don’t put it back!”
“All right, all right, pipe down, blondie,” he had jeered, setting the newspaper atop her head. “But seriously, go easy on yourself, will you? At this rate, you’re going to burn yourself out in a week.”
London now staggered on her feet, sighing reluctantly as her fatigued limbs actually agreed with Matthew. What was making her so anxious? Maybe now was a good time to cut back on her caffeine intake.
Locking up, London trotted down the empty stairwell, shutting off lights as she went. She hadn’t thought to bring an umbrella, but her apartment complex was only a few blocks away, and she planned to shower anyway. Her primary concern was the lack of streetlights in this part of town, and a frisson of fear ran the course of her spine as she hugged her trench coat closer around her shoulders.
It’s fine, you’re just exhausted, she reminded herself as she exited the building, the rain making quick work of soaking through her hair and coat. We’ll go home, have some of that cheap wine that’d make Mum cry if she knew you were drinking it, and go to bed. It’s fine.
This is going to be a whole lot of information at once, so I’m going to put it under a Keep Reading so it doesn’t clog up your dashboards!
Overall Summary:
Years ago, Dr. Turnus Void was a well-renowned scientist and doctor in Manhattan. He specialized as a Neurosurgeon, in addition to being a Cytologist. He was seen as an inspiration, a hard young worker and a man who would do and did great things. He had a lot going for him and was applauded constantly for his work.
After some time, his co-workers (who’d always noticed something off about him) found Turnus to have a particular interest in Mythology and Vivisection (or experimenting on live organisms). He dismissed their concerns on it, but some years later, he was arrested and administered to a mental hospital after being caught attempting to operate and experiment on a live patient.
Barely a month passed before his escape from the institution. His case became one of the most widely-known in the United States at the time, and he was never caught. Most assumed him to have died, given his mental health.
However, Turnus was very much alive, shamed and filled with rage. The accusations of insanity and sadism put toward him shamed him, driving him to the brink. Determined to show the world his talents (and get back at all those who did him wrong), the doctor built himself back up, using the inheritance from his wealthy parents (both deceased, reasons “unknown”), and money from his previous profession to make and buy a mansion deep in the woods of Ireland.
There, in secret, Turnus began to kidnap those who came into his home, luring to his laboratory in the basement, where he tortured his victims by using Vivisection on them, turning them essentially into mythological creatures of his choosing, or simply morphing them with animal characteristics to make his own.
He continues with this today, keeping his victims hostage as “servants” in the household. He has even experimented on himself, using various methods to enhance himself into a “superior being” of inhuman strength and agility. If he doesn’t trust someone in his home (whether it be an FBI agent or simply intuition at play), he goes by the name of “Henry Clark.”
Turnus sells equipment and vials of his “potions” and such of his own design on the black market, to keep up his lavish lifestyle. He is also not beneath thievery, and has several illegal means of income. In these exchanges, he goes by his alias of Henry Clark, and his fake I.D.s and paperwork to back him up.
Turnus believes that, one day, the world will see his accomplishments for what they are, truly seeing what he is doing as a positive thing, an advancement for humanity. He is determined to prove all those who doubted him wrong and go down in the history books as the “savior of his generation, and those to come.”
The Muses:
Full name: Dr. L. Turnus Void (alias: Henry Clark)
Age: Early to mid 30’s
Eye color: Light emerald green, sometimes black
Hair color: Black, neatly trimmed
Height: 6”6
Other physical traits: Turnus is slim and lean-figured. He has inhumanly pale skin, thin lips, and sharp, nearly hollow cheekbones. He has a few faint scars all over himself—along his jawline, on his wrists, his forehead, and chest—most from experiments done to himself. There is a cut along his throat where Violette once tried to kill him.
Sexual Interest: Undefined. Possibly asexual; he has never found someone he likes enough to determine if he has a sex drive.
Personality: Incredibly selfish and highly sadistic, cruel, egotistical, callous, critical. He has occasional mood swings and bouts of uncontrollable rage.
Experimentation: Adora was made into a mermaid. She has a red-pink, Beta Fish-like tail and gills (when immersed in/underwater). Her tail encompasses her legs, and when she is fully dry, it will unwrap like a flower, becoming almost like a scaled skirt around her legs (when others are around, she wears a long silk skirt to cover it up). This makes it difficult for her to walk. She also has fangs that grow in when she’s threatened. She mostly eats fish, which she wasn’t very fond of before her mutation, but now craves.
Background: Adora was born in Killarney, Ireland, where she spent most of her life. She grew up in a poor family, and never graduated high school. She worked in a pub near her childhood home for several years, until she decided to “leave the nest” and seek out work elsewhere. Unfortunately, with her limited education, she found herself unable to get anything other than another waitressing job at a pub in Milbrook, Ireland for a brief amount of time.
Dr. Void frequented the bar a couple of times before “amicably” offering her a ride home after work one day. She was wary about the offer, since the man made her uneasy, but the co-worker who usually gave her a ride was out sick, so she agreed. Void then kidnapped her, and she became the first of his successful experiments. Terrified and alone, she prayed that one of her co-workers or neighbors would find her, but since she had only recently begun her waitressing job there, not many locals knew her very well.
Adora’s mother and younger sister, her only living relatives, never found her, and Adora gave up hope of ever returning home. She was already introverted and quiet prior to her kidnapping, but she ended up drawing even farther into herself. Trust is difficult to earn from her, apart from her fellow “hostages,” who have all been through the same horrors that she has endured.
Creation 102
Name: Russell Vestine
Age: Mid-20s
Eye color: Green-blue
Hair color: Blonde
Height: 6”1
Personality: Flirty, upbeat, positive, playful, kind-hearted, outgoing, bubbly, and open.
Zodiac: Libra
Experimentation: Russell was made into a Naga. He has a long, handsome green snake tail and retractable, poisonous fangs folded against his palate. They are usually non-lethal, depending on the amount injected into his victim. Unlike Adora, he cannot hide his tail as easily and must use a wheelchair when guests come to the mansion, coiling it up beneath him and covering it with blankets. He also has a pattern of scattered scales along his chest and neck.
Background: Russell was born in Beachwood, Ohio. He grew up in a large family of four brothers and two sisters. He was always a bit of a class clown, but got straight A’s and excelled in all of his classes. He attended college at Stanford University with a degree in Biology and a minor in Computer Science. While in college, he studied abroad in Ireland, and ended up enjoying it enough that he returned there to find work.
Not long after moving there, he was doing some personal work in Ballyboley forest, and ended up caught in a storm. He came across Turnus’ home, and was invited in to take shelter. Turnus drugged him, and for weeks, he was subjected to small doses of poison injections, until he became immune to his own toxins. It was an exceedingly painful procedure. He was the second successful experiment, and Adora was doting at his bedside, while he, in turn, took on a protective role over her.
Russell is an optimist, and he tries to maintain a positive outlook for the sake of the others, despite the situation. He acts as a “nurse” for the others (his mother was a nurse and taught him and his siblings what she knew growing up), tending to wounds Void inflicts upon them. He makes the best of a bad situation (which is a massive understatement), and uses humor to diffuse situations.
Creation 008
Name: Dani Modisette
Age: Early to mid-20′s
Eye color: Brown, occasionally pale gold
Hair color: Brown
Height: 5”3
Personality: Intelligent, quick-thinking, energetic, sassy, sarcastic, and bright.
Zodiac: Aquarius
Experimentation: She was made with the inspiration of a Cheetah. She as a pattern similar to Vitiligo on her skin—black blotches, almost like ink, in erratic patterns on various parts of her skin. She has sharpened teeth, semi-retractable claws, and can reach speeds of up to 122 kilometers per hour. She occasionally makes chirping, churring, or stuttering sounds inadvertently. Her eyes will sometimes change to a pale gold, usually when she feels threatened. Void sometimes lets her run around in the forest, to exercise and let out some excess energy.
Background: Dani was born in Boston, Massachusetts. She lived with her parents and two little brothers, and studied Criminal Justice at Boston University. She spent some time as a police officer, and then did work as a criminal investigator. At one point in her career, she was sent to Larne, Ireland on business, and ended up running into Violette in Ballyboley woods. She went to Void’s mansion to investigate, despite Violette’s warnings, and was drugged and knocked out.
Dani was the last of the current experiments, and is often scheming with Violette for an escape. She doesn’t voice this verbally like Violette, but rather keeps the thoughts to herself. She’s intelligent and constantly thinking on her feet, not yet able to accept her place in the household like the others (who have mostly given up on the possibility of an escape).
Experimentation: Donovan was made into a chameleon-like creature. His hands and feet are zygodactylus, tong-like in appearance, and they allow him to hang from walls. His eyes can pivot and focus independently of one another, and he can change colors. He often uses this to change his pigments and become essentially invisible to the naked eye.
Background: Donovan was born into a middle-class family in Como, Italy. He learned from his mother how to cook, and became certified in food prep and management at a small community college, and began working as a chef in a local restaurant. While there, he met a woman named Giacinta, fell in love, and became engaged to her.
Before their wedding, they took a trip together to Ireland, and ended up lost in the woods. Void captured them both, but ended up killing Donovan’s fiancée during the experimental procedure. Since then, Donovan has been in a permanent state of shock, keeping to himself in the household and rarely speaking. He remains invisible the vast majority of the time, ashamed of his appearance and the inability to help his fiancée, riddled with guilt. He’s been known to be volatile and outright rude, and feels hopeless with his situation, feeling that without his love, his life is not worth living. The only person he will ever really open up to is London.
Creation 009
Name: Violette LueElling.
Age: Mid to late 20s
Eye color: Blue
Hair color: Brown
Height: 5”6
Personality: Temperamental, easily set off, snarky, hostile, fiery, defensive, and bad-mouthed.
Zodiac: Aries
Experimentation: Violette was made to be a Phoenix. She has large crimson wings and can breathe fire and smoke. She occasionally molts, much to the amusement of the others. She folds her wings back and wears a jacket when strangers are in the house. She is occasionally allowed to fly around the mansion grounds, to stretch her wings, since they get sore very easily.
Background: Violette was born in Brooklyn, New York. She lived with abusive father and older brother in a cheap apartment, and she frequently ran away as an adolescent. When she turned 18, she officially left home, and pursued her passion for art. She was on the streets for a while, and was reckless and used illicit substances, until she moved in with her boyfriend. When he returned to Ireland, he took her with her, but they broke up a few months later.
She planned to eventually move back to the States. However, while doing a painting of Ballyboley woods, Void knocked her out cold and kidnapped her. She put up the biggest fight of all of the experiments, and even managed to actually hurt Void when he tried experimenting on her. She is hotheaded and constantly trying to escape from the mansion. She gets the most beatings from Void and is his least favorite “pet.” Although she has a horrible temper and “foul mouth,” she has an affectionate side as well, and will go to the ends of the earth to protect her fellow house residents.
Creation 224
Name: James Creekson
Age: Early 20’s.
Eye color: Blue
Hair color: Black
Height: 6”3
Personality: Guarded, a bit standoffish, gentle, sarcastic, helpful, thoughtful, understanding.
Zodiac: Virgo
Experimentation: James was made to be similar to a vampire. He has pallid skin, jagged fangs, and a constant thirst for blood, which is sated in small amounts. He is kept well-stocked on bags of fresh blood from Dr. Void, but if he is not given the proper amounts, he will begin to weaken and lash out. He is inhumanly strong, but not as much as Turnus. Sunlight irritates him, but strong sunblock can help ease the pain on his skin.
Background: James grew up in Chicago, Illinois. He lived with a workaholic father and busy mother, and attended School of the Art Institute of Chicago (SAIC), and landed a job with a corporation that had him traveling a lot. While doing some work in Larne, Ireland, he ran into Void while having car trouble in a city neighboring Ballyboley woods. Turnus fixed up the rental car, and offered him a place to stay for a few days, while he got his bearings. Void kidnapped him, and made him into his third successful experiment.
Like Russell, James’ first few weeks were rough, to put it lightly. Having to adjust to his new, ravenous appetite for blood, he ended up attacking Violette, who had arrived shortly after Russell. Though this has left an uncomfortable barrier between the two, they’ve actually grown extremely close, and may even have feelings for each other (though they’ll never admit it). James is ashamed of his beastly actions and tends to avoid the others as best he can, to keep himself under control.
Experimentation: She was made into a ‘Pixie’. Her ears are pointed at the tips and she has insect-like wings that shine rainbow in certain lighting. She can generate a glittery dust that can either send people into a dizzying state or knock them out (Void sometimes uses this ability to kidnap new “specimens”).
Background: London was born in Nice, France. She was the single child in a wealthy family, and graduated college at the University of Toulon with a Master’s in Literary Studies. She is fluent in French, German, and English, and wrote articles for a local newspaper.
She came to Ireland on a trip with her family. At her hotel, she went down one night for a drink at the bar, and was intercepted by a gentleman there, who drugged her beverage and kidnapped her. She woke up in Void’s mansion, miles and miles away from the hotel. Although her parents searched for years for her, she was never found. Even with all that has occurred, London is ever the optimist, like Russell, and is extremely affectionate and fun-loving.
//Long time no see! So I’ve gotten into The Black Phone recently and really want to engage in some good ol’ fashioned RP again. I don’t want to end up overwhelming myself like I did before, so unfortunately unless there’s something I’m really down for, I’ll only be engaging with those blogs for the time being.
//I’m still alive, just so all are aware. Not sure what to do with this blog, might archive it or something. I do miss the macabre fun I had on here, but tumblr’s rp community seems to have died out in recent years and moved to twitter (which I refuse to do).
Thinking about deleting this blog, but it’s nice to go back and re-read my old writing, even if it makes me cringe at times. Anyway, I figured I owed you all an answer after all these years, and to let you know that I’m still kickin’.
“‘I don’t wanna,’“ Void mocked him, eyes rolling skyward in a gesture of utmost annoyance. “There’s a reason I don’t deal in children. Don’t go acting like one now, unless you want me to up the ante.”
It truly tickled him, how they hoped Void would simply shoot them in the head and be done with it. Experimentation be damned! A quick, painless death was exactly what Void intended to do, obviously! He clearly went through all this trouble just so he could murder someone just for funsies!
“Idiotic. Your naivety amazes me, truly,” the doctor mused, rolling up Magnus’ sleeve before inspecting the skin, prodding here and there in search of a suitable vein. “Why would I want to waste a perfectly good body, when I have a full binder of ideas just waiting to be utilized? The very thought! How silly.”
