Character Blog for Dr. Vincent Dracone
Inspiration comes from the Fallout universe, but not restricted within that space. I can be found in-game on Fallout 76 as username Dr.VincentDracone.
Does madness make the man?
Dr. Vincent Dracone's imagination had no limits. Bending ethics and all the rules, he ran a lucrative chemical and pharmaceutical corporation before the bombs fell. This was mostly a cover for his true passion: brain transplantation.
His young wife mirrored this interest when they met at a science conference. Determined to be the first expert, Vincent hid most his experimentation from oversight and regulation boards. Admiring Vincent's scientific mind and wanting to support his science, Helen was the first to bring him a human subject for experimentation. It was unsuccessful sending Vincent into deep depression and guilt. Helen refused to let him give up.
She always found more for them to experiment on, dodging his questions about how she was getting these human 'volunteers'. Finally finding his limit, he argued he was done with her unethical approach right before they found out she had a malignant cancer. Horrified, she promised she would never die and Vincent promised he would find her a new body to complete a full brain transplant to save her.
War was simmering and it was inevitable they were running out of time. Frustrated with Vault-Tec's suspicious business practices, he became obsessed with creating cryogenic pods that would open automatically when sensors outside indicated the air was breathable and radiation manageable. Being stuck with a bunch of people in an underground vault like a prison sounded like a nightmare. Putting them down for a nap was far more agreeable. He'd try to perform the transplant once they both woke in the future.
They prepared an elaborate underground bunker and sealed themselves in with radioactive barrels to prevent looting or raids. Two-hundred years later, their pods opened but she was unresponsive. Panicked but not unprepared, Vincent suspended her body in a life-giving tank until he could find a replacement.
Shocked with the state of the world, Vincent found the wasteland a chaotic amplification of the worst and best of humanity. It was clear there was no society in place to support his science or survival. Managing what he could and already prepared with an arsenal of weaponry, Vincent fought and hustled his way into the apocalypse becoming a prominent supplier of chems for caps and medical procedures for anyone, including ghouls.
His first murder post-war was accidental. A woman came to him for a standard appendix removal but she was so irradiated it triggered a mutation which caused her to bleed out and die. Realizing she was already brain-dead on revival, Vincent used her body as his first attempt to bring his wife back to life. The sensitive surgery did not work and Vincent quickly transplanted Helen's brain into a jar.
Hardened by the cruelty of this lawless new world, Vincent fell into a few more dubious encounters which initiated more unethical attempts to transplant his dead wife's brain. Each failure honed his obsession and drive to complete his mad task. As he slowly changed while living a life without her, Vincent's goal was less out of love and more about control. Control for a world he refused to believe was all gone, a life he would never have. Guilt that they could have possibly lived happily in a Vault gnawed at him. Only exposure now to the truths behind Vault Tec is starting to clear his vision that the entire world was rigged for monsters.
Warming up to more insidious ways of finding another body for his wife, Vincent became stunned meeting a beautiful, mysterious stranger named Scarlet. As the dark part of his mind initially coveted to steal her flesh, he found himself simultaneously charmed by her nostalgic obsession for a world she never experienced and her addictive, sparking personality.
She is now the new bomb into his life forcing him to question everything, battling himself for his own soul and a chance at real love.
Will Vincent succumb to inhuman promises to the past or find his heart letting go of his guilt-driven evil scientific experiments?
This blog will contain writing and aesthetics answering this dangerous question... with @wastelandscarlet
