Meet the Hell Priest as they used to be, back when they were... human.
Born 1561 into a wealthy family in what is now called the Czech Republic, the Alchemist was the fifth of seven siblings. Wealth or not, the constraint of their sex meant that they were barred from the education they yearned for. The expectations of their heavily religious family, of society and the church, drew arbitrary lines around them, enforced limitations too ridiculous to argue against.
A tragic accident occurred on New Years Eve 1575, when their estate burned to the ground with the family trapped inside. All children perished along with their parents, all except one: Mikulás, the fifteen year old son, miraculously escaped the flames.
The rise of the Alchemist
Mikulás began to show an unexpected interest in the sciences, and in alchemy in particular. He had an aptitude for it that his peers at the university found remarkable, and after scant years of study and research, Mikulás was invited to the court of Rudolf II at the tender age of 23(22) to join his small circle of trusted alchemists.
Science was everything to Mikulás. Alchemy and all its mysteries was everything. At the cost of a family of his own, and indeed all other affairs and relationships – which his colleagues were more enthusiastic with – he became, somewhat mockingly, known as the alchemist. A man of pure intellect, so smooth and clean shaven that he appeared like an immortal youth at the age of 26.
‘Are you accusing me of having discovered the very tincture itself, dear friend?’ He might say at that. ‘And selfishly kept the secret of immortality to myself?’
The notion of immortality became an obsession, and his downfall – or ascension, as he might describe it. Through an intriguing puzzle box, a gift from an admirer who wished to remain unknown…
After delivering his rivals to the cenobites’ care, and solving the puzzles with ease, Mikulás chose the Leviathan Configuration.
The Hell Priest does remember their human life. Vaguely, like a dream. Their humble beginnings, unimportant and unworthy. And yet they keep the memory of it with them. Bemused, as one might keep a baby tooth.
Back to basics
Gods only know how, but your muse (or some outside force or circumstance) turned the Priest back to their human form. Featuring a scientist from the late 1500s coping with modern technology, and the fact that they do not have to subscribe to any gender. How novel.
Do the time warp
How on earth did your muse end up in Prague in the late 1500s? The poor dear. At least they have one friend...
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