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𝐈. Her hair moves like Eris' from Sinbad : Click here to View. It is fluid and practically has a life of its own. She has modified her ears to be pointed like an elf's. The variety of her appearance and facial expressions vary to the point that her attractiveness grows and falters, similar to the way Mahito from JJK was animated. Still has her shark-like teeth due to self-modifications, and they tend to grow back. Body is riddled with skin lesions, connected to past experimental disasters and chronic ailments. Pains associated with them flare up from time to time. It is one of the reasons she chooses to wear a mask that covers part of her face— also the fact that she is generally very expressive, and it can give too much of herself away in the presence of the wrong people. To reveal herself to you is a great privilege and indicator of trust. Ambidextrous, has no trouble doing tasks with either hand, mostly because he was determined enough to train himself. Has a latex allergy. Prime's voice is still deep much like in canon, but he has a Tehrani accent. He knows Farsi, Hindi, and Arabic. My Dottore is also transfem && intersex.𝐈𝐈. Owns a sphynx cat named Hemoglobin, she made a vocal translator for it similar to the dog from the movie "UP". Can play the piano and violin. Perhaps her favorite sounds, and her devotion to the craft is extensive. Dottore develops her own violin strings by real human guts in comparison to catgut. Has a habit of listening to classical music when he is studying or working on something, always preferring background noise. This lady could have someone cut open on her table but it would be near impossible to get anything done without a record player. Complete silence tends to bother him and make him uncomfortable. Not very organized, the way he arranges files and his own things is notably disordered. The sensation of his body isn't frigid, it's as warm as anyone else's, but he feels cold easily. Maybe that's why he tends to wear gloves and heavier clothes.𝐈𝐈𝐈. Struggles with maintaining interest in things due to issues with apathy, so he will work on projects then abandon them (but only once they don’t give him a rush anymore). You could say that he also behaves this way with people, viewing them as tools or play things until they do not exhilarate him any longer. Making others uncomfortable and malleable enough to do what he asks of them is entertaining. He has no issues with taking advantage of someone’s naivety, which explains why many of his test subjects have been youth. That aside, it's not difficult for him to earn the favor of people if he so pleases to, which makes interactions with him all the more touchy.𝐈𝐕. Dottore could make a montage out of the amount of dead and wilted plants he has, rotting away in storage. Has made machines and interesting contraptions by using sources from botanical beings in the past, but has always found humans to be livelier test subjects. After all, it is an enhanced form of humanity that he is trying to create. A good schemer, never beyond blackmailing. Most of his relationships stem from him purely viewing people as intriguing subjects for research, and even that is a scarce happening. She isn't impressed easily, and you need to be something extroadinary for her to take longterm interest without perceiving you as a plaything.𝐕. Was religious at one, brief point, only to grow cynical when faith in the gods would be used against him at any given moment while growing up. When initially outcasted by his hometown, he chose to burn the majority of his things connected to his family or the practices there. For some reason, watching materials disintegrate to ash was a riveting activity. He now has a habit of collecting stray papers and newly useless items, only to burn them in blazing flames and watch these embers consume them. It awakens something in him. Corpses happen to be his favorite medium in turn of his pyromania, but that is not always manageable, now is it?

THESE VIOLENT DELIGHTS

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𝐕𝐈. Dottore's lesions will flare up and occasionally flatline, depending on his stress levels. His muscle mass, ability to recover, and overall physical capability has increased drastically in turn of modifications to himself. This is all further reason for him to have the ability to challenge the power of that of a god. Despite this, Dottore still chooses to be innovative, wielding syringes for weapons of good measure. He also appears to have transfiguration abilities, able to shift his appearance to that of different beings. It is not rare for him to abuse such abilities to eavesdrop upon those he chooses to hover over or influence without taking accountability. Of course, this can prove to be inconvenient to those close to him as he often has a desire to maintain a tight leash upon them.𝐕𝐈𝐈. Has a glass menagerie. For some reason, he finds things created from glass fascinating. Most would laugh in the face of seeing him so carefully clean these fragile, lifeless figures with so much tenderness that he never shows his patients. Though, to be fair, it also feeds into his love for collecting things. Dottore has accumulated heaps and heaps of stray buttons, taxidermy pieces, and syringes he deems “too beautiful to use on just any test subject”. Most of the taxidermy are of critters, including a variety of beetles, spiders, and scorpions. Due to his interest in sciences (and sadistics) he also has jars of components belonging to past visitors. Seeing a few submerged eyeballs, heart, or even a piece of a frontal-lobe within a container is not an oddity in his office. He is fascinated by organs and all that the body has to offer. Satisfaction is found in the way entrails spurt crimson, and bones crush so easily to his tools. When Dottore finds someone outwardly attractive, his first impulse is to want to cut them open and learn every nuance to their anatomy.𝐕𝐈𝐈𝐈 . The Doctor is an occasional smoker, which may come as a surprise considering his title would allude to the epitome of good health. But, long-term effects on the body have no graveness towards the woman who has altered his body to last forever. Dottore's favorite cigarettes happen to be insignia or red marlboro. He also has an intricately designed ashtray which looks much like the one in this link, as it's windproof. Out of habit, he tends to brew himself a cup of chai every instance he feels the urge to take a few drags. The combination is simply something pleasant to him. He gravitates towards sweeter beverages in general, even when it comes to selections of alcohol (mainly inclined to Moscato).𝐈𝐗 . She doesn't have typical penmanship, even if messy like that of an avid medical student. Dottore's handwriting is rigid and sharp in strokes, as well as lacks consistency in how each letter is formed. It's almost uncanny, and she has a habit of digging her utensil into the medium when experiencing a flight of passion. Click here for an example of how her writing is depicted (source: Mandela Catalogue). The way the doctor writes could easily be compared to how she communicates. It's irregular, and feels almost subhuman. Whenever she speaks, it's as if she's reaching into the crevices of her own brain to pull out whatever phrases she can. It's difficult to talk with people when she feels as if hardly anyone can grasp what she says or even cares for the advanced concepts that wrap around her statements. Furthermore, Dottore has inconsistent laughs much like his letter formations too. It's a defining characteristic in her dialogue. She also has an inclination towards red ink.

PSYCHE

Dottore is fueled by ideas, continuously mapping out new potential projects and goals. His mind being a primary weapon, it works like a tireless machine to search for connections and eurekas. He is described as being able to construct an entire palace from a single grain of sand— and in a way, this is true. Give Dottore a mere apple seed, and he will return with an orchid. Grant him a penny, and that single cent transpires into hundreds of bills. Of course, only if he would want that to be the end result. Whatever Dottore envisions, he shall work to see it come to fruition. If one is looking for grand plans and even greater executions, Dottore is the epitome of such. Dare to pose as an obstacle, and he will swiftly discard you. After all, the doctor puts little value on life, as long as it will aid him in obtaining what he truly desires: knowledge. For this reason, Dottore despises incompetency, though he views most people this way. If they cannot provide him food for thought or at least entertainment, they are of no use to him. Surprisingly, he doesn’t so quickly grow brash or violent with those he deems subpar. In his eyes, they simply do not interest him— it is often that he will refuse to acknowledge them if this is the case. Though if someone gets especially on his nerves, he has a habit of spewing threats that he will follow through with at a later date. Several of his coworkers have been strung apart and gouged back into a being less than human.Due to the rising reputation Dottore has, many would pin him down as the outwardly rampant type — and this is sometimes true. Furthermore, while he can amount to being someone who feeds off others' attention, Prime claims to be overall calculating — not the least bit out of control. "Every pawn has been moved across the board because I wanted you to make such moves," he shall say.. And if you disagree? Why, it’s only because he’s tactically convinced you otherwise. He will fight like a tireless mutt for control, or at least the illusion of it. Dottore has only accumulated so many incorrect claims due to his clones, also known as segments, who do his bidding across all of Teyvat. These segments are different aspects of himself at various times in his life, frozen in place. Though, Dottore does not seem to complain too much when others mischaracterize him. It appears he's grown used to it, even if he harbors disdain towards certain past selves. Efficiency and being able to tinker to his heart’s content has always been the preferred way to spend his day, rather lallygag about with people who supposedly enjoy his presence. After all, Dottore has an agenda — to create beings powerful enough to overthrow Celestia itself. He despises vision holders, believing they’re nothing but egotistical beings who are no better than anyone else— waiting to be used at the right chance. Dottore believes everyone deserves a chance to ascend and will go as far as plummeting into the realm of inhumanity to achieve it. Is this due to the rejection he has experienced before? It is worth noting that Dottore does not look to be inherently sadistic. He simply harbors no boundaries or regards for ethics in the name of scholarship. In other words, no, not every engagement or endeavor involving him can be considered inherently cruel, and he actually falls on the neutral spectrum in terms of moral alignment for this reason.When it comes to analyzing emotions, Dottore likes to think that he sees himself clear as ice. He thinks that his mind is a frozen tundra of not only ideas, but bold sentiments which support his core beliefs. It's a shame that he is not nearly as collected as he appears. One peer into the segments, and you shall gain a look into his inner conflicts. Such a woman looks to be acknowledged, yet even her other halves cannot come to an agreement. So, what is he to do? This is quite a weak point to conceal, of course. Instability is a weak sore that can easily be exploited. Every expression beneath that masked face is a foil to whatever plan he may have, for he is so expressive in his eyes, that the curve of his maw does not matter. If one is to see beneath that mask, they will come to realize he is not so good with disguising his emotions, and that he also does not have so much ruling over them. However, Dottore knows what makes people tick and uses it to his advantage in order to get what he wants. Naturally, a habit like that is not always sinister, and may be used to simply please those he finds worth pleasing. This can involve seemingly credible promises, or an attempt to get someone emotionally involved with him. Perhaps, this is why he does not have many friends (that have not been assembled away into automatas out of spite). There are very few realms or instances in which Dottore presents full-hearted respect and loyalty. However, once you have obtained it, his value for you will transcend all that he knows.It is possible to earn such a thing, but the key to such a phenomenon is important enough to be learned through mere experience. You likely will not be the exception, so attempt at your own risk. He does not generally understand the concept of love or commitment, only possessiveness. When Dottore grows particularly attached to someone, he will view them as his property more than anything else. It is incredibly rare for him to perceive someone as his equal, and when he does, it can evoke a level of abnormal obsession. Whether by sheer luck or purposeful pickings, she tends to favor those that would find this endearing, anyhow. Passion is meant to be painful, no?

BACKGROUND

The town madman. That was his initial identity, before he became the person he is today. Ever since Zandik was a child, she loved the idea of experimenting with the vessels of living beings. They were nothing but machines to him, capable of being taken apart, modified, and put back together as something even greater, more powerful than before. Humanity is something flawed, in need of being perfected by the likes of a wonderous mind such as hers. She would follow whim after whim. Broken bird bones and missing neighborhood cats would soon transpire into the loss of schoolmates and whoever was foolish enough to fall for her antics. These people had no significance through the lens of a true scientist. In fact, he was doing a favor, allowing them to transcend in their value and contribute to his sciences which would further the world as everyone knew it. What good would they have been to live on, anyways? They would continue to exist like any other mortal, then die the same, inevitable death. It was upon that realization that Zandik would recognize that he did not want to be met with the same fate. To waste away to age and be forgotten as his body would become one with charring flames was unacceptable. From then on, a new ambition would brew to ascend himself beyond the gods of Teyvat and beyond. She was full-heartedly against Celestia, and the concept of visions only conjured further disdain.This would lead to her first rejection from her hometown. Not only did Zandik's views fail to align with the community's, but her experiments had proven to be unethical enough to cause a riot. Such an occurrence could have been compared to that of a monster's fairytale story, chased away by oceans of people who would urge her to get out. It wouldn't be the end of her story, however— far from it. Throughout the upcoming years, he curbs his knowledge-seeking hungers with the freedom of participating in whatever actions he wished. In the name of science, Zandik accumulated knowledge and accomplishments, enough to earn the attention of Sumeru Akademiya. She soon became a researcher trainee. Of course, plenty students would be wary of him due to the initial stories of his previous unofficial exile ... However, with his artificial charm and students' superficial values as far as his appearance, it was not difficult to bypass the social barrier in terms of living comfortably. Many of his peers were still at odds with him, but it was difficult to strike true conflict or meddle with him when he was always one step ahead.

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Of course, this was before Dottore would become affiliated with Sohreh, who happened to be his expedition partner. She initially was not too fond of him, finding his way of interaction sharp. It was a challenge to strike up a conversation with him, especially when their research fields appeared to clash. Little did she know that he was more than capable of conversation if needed. With the intent to eliminate her so he could participate in banned antics when exploring, he would manage to sweet-talk her— utilizing the topic of plants and animals. Sohreh would go on to note that it was enjoyable to speak with him, and that he was even handsome. Plans for a picnic would ensue, although one would be naive to believe that was within the scope of Zandik's true plans. The end result was Sohreh's corpse riddled with lesions, crafted to appear as if it were mangled by the likes of a Rishboland Tiger. Not too long after the slaughter in the midst of night, the rest of the research team finds themselves under attack by a ruin machine. Zandik, being quick to react and suspiciously familiar with such begins, would disable the robot before it could harm the explorers. However, his sentiment of bringing home the neutralized machine aligned with one of the greatest sins of Sumeru Akademiya. In turn of this unacceptable behavior, a sage in charge would remove Zandik from the author's list of the research acquired from the trip.Sohreh's body had also been brought back, and before she was buried an autopsy would be performed. While the conductor could not come to a precise conclusion, it was discovered that her hyoid bone had been fractured. Such a feat could only be accomplished through asphyxiation. The occurrence was not traced back to Zandik, but it is implied he choked her to death before masking the murder to appear like a wild animal's work.A second rejection occurs when the Akademiya later expels Zandik. At some point in time afterwards, Pierro recruits her into the fatui. She takes on the role of second harbinger alongside a new title— Dottore, also known as the Doctor. Such a title is ironic and laughable, but it's no secret that Dottore always had a particular sense of humor. It was impossible to deny an offer involving infinite resources and the ultimate support of the fatui as far as his research. Not to mention, it was a grand thought to be a part of an organization that had no qualms with his eccentric interests in ancient automata. Therefore, she would eventually revel in her circumstance with a great level of content. Her relationships within the fatui itself would prove to be complex, even with the harbingers aside. However, one thing was for sure— Dottore would do what she could to keep her seat as a harbinger. Even if it went as far as dismantling another being's life all beneath Pierro's orders.This was only the very beginning of the antics Dottore would participate in. Her level of care for the Tsaritsa is fabricated at best, and her priority has always been her whims of curiosity. The only thing that could ever quench the doctor had been her experiments, and continues to be her experiments.

THE SEGMENTS

Zandik's clones, born of his past, are a tapestry of ages and timestamps, each a unique segment in time. Though derived from the Prime, they possess distinct personalities and perspectives, shaped by the experiences of their individual moments. Zandik, ever curious and driven, created them to increase his efficiency, to overcome the limitations of time and space. Yet, as he watches them function, a sense of unease washes over him. The clones embody his past, reliving his setbacks and mistakes with each action. And though they are but tools, carrying out their assigned tasks with precision, they remind him of his own fallibility, his own humanity.For Zandik, they are a means to an end, a way to achieve his objectives. But for the clones themselves, they are something more. Each one a person, a being with its own desires and dreams. The older clones bristle at being compared to the Prime or seen as less significant, asserting their own unique identities. In truth, the clones are a reflection of Zandik's own journey, his own struggles and triumphs writ large. And though they may exist only to serve, they are a testament to the power of memory, of the bonds that connect us to our past selves. For in them, Zandik sees not just his own story, but the story of all those who have come before, each one a thread in the tapestry of time.

I AM EVERYWHERE.

D(Γ.10) . GAMMA

At first glance, she didn't seem much different from other kids. Yet, she struggled with sharing and making friends, as others found her nature odd. Rather than terrorizing the playground or running around on the court or fields, she would seclude herself in the shade of the trees, away from the other children whom she deemed mundane. However, she was far from inactive - always tinkering away at something, creating combinations and building things out of nothing.Zandik had difficulty understanding other creatures, often regarding them as animated objects instead of living beings. Her lack of awareness could lead her to accidentally harm animals, but never out of malice - rather, it was due to pure ignorance and disregard. Despite her disinterest in most people, The child's curiosity about the world and others around her was boundless.She loved asking questions and possessed a vivid imagination that rivaled - or perhaps exceeded - that of any other child. Though not overtly malicious, she tended to view things in black and white, and her actions were largely based on whether she would get caught or not. Overall, Zandik's demeanor could be described as mellow and disengaging, yet she could become energetic and animated if the situation warranted it. Despite her struggles, there was something endearing about her quirkiness and unique perspective on the world.

I WILL NEVER DIE.

D(Δ.19) . DELTA

Delta is a man whose self-interest is at the forefront of all his actions, much like Omega. He is callous, uncaring, and manipulative towards his peers, often displaying a sadistic and cranky demeanor that borders on cruelty. He takes pleasure in causing pain and discomfort to others, finding satisfaction in their suffering. Despite his harsh exterior, Delta is also skilled at feigning kindness when it suits his needs. He is quick to take advantage of any opportunity that presents itself, using his cunning and intelligence to navigate his way through life.His behavior is fueled by his overwhelming desire for power and control. He will stop at nothing to achieve his goals, even if it means stepping on others in the process. He is highly competitive, always seeking to come out on top and prove his dominance over those around him. Overall, Delta is a deeply troubled individual whose tendencies are a cause for concern. In the end, he is wounded. Out of the pain of wishing to acquire the one thing he ached for, he killed Sohreh. The time he spent in The Akademiya was perhaps his most vulnerable period. Having enrolled shortly after being driven out of his hometown, Zandik threw himself into his studies as a means of diluting any lingering feelings of isolation. He swore to prove himself to all that failed him.

THIS IS MY TRUE FORM.

D(Φ.27) . LAMBDA

After being recruited by Pierro and joining the Fatui, Zandik found a sense of belonging and a platform for his innovations. He was no longer hindered by the constraints of society and could experiment freely with his work. However, despite his newfound success, Zandik struggled with rejection and finding his place within the ranks of the harbingers. Lambda is a mortician. It was during this time that Zandik's fascination with the dead grew stronger. He began to spend more time with the corpses, admiring their stillness and the potential for innovation that they represented. To him, they were more than just lifeless bodies; they were a canvas for his art. They were his companions. Aside from that, the only other one she ever spends her time with is Gamma, who she opts to take care of.On the surface, she appears to be shy and withdrawn, often fading into the background of social situations. However, she has a keen sense of observation and an interest in the darker side of life. She's not afraid to delve into subjects that others might find unsettling or disturbing. Despite her introverted nature, Lambda has a deep love for arachnids and a natural talent for communicating with them. She has a gentle, nurturing personality, often putting the needs of her spiders and corpses before her own. Lambda is also highly creative and artistic, often expressing herself through unconventional means, such as dark poetry or unsettling artwork. She has a unique perspective on the world and often sees beauty in things that others find gritty or disturbing. Her feelings run deep, and she has a tendency to become fiercely passionate about her beliefs.

D(ρ.33) . RHO

When it comes to Rho, it's hard to describe just how manic yet entertaining she can be. Her personality is the most unpredictable and bizarre out of all the segments, leaving one with the impression that she's either been lobotomized or hit her head really hard! Whatever the case may be, there's no denying that she's a distorted and raw version of the Prime, revealing a more primal and animalistic side that is not often seen in the other clones.Despite her unnerving presence, Rho is unabashedly herself, never bothering to hide her true feelings or thoughts in the way that the other clones do. It's almost as if she has no filter, saying whatever comes to mind, regardless of how inappropriate or grotesque it may be. Her passions for the macabre and disturbing are unwavering, and no matter how much others may try to dissuade her from such pursuits, she remains unyielding in her convictions.Despite her disturbing nature, there are those who are drawn to Rho's authenticity and unapologetic demeanor. Dottore, in particular, is envious of her ability to be so outward, as many seem to prefer her company over the Prime's calculated and cold nature. In contrast, Rho is a force to be reckoned with, and those who dare to underestimate her do so at their own peril.

D(Ε.56) . EPSILON

During the time Dottore was building his underground arena. Epsilon is the most disgruntled among the listed segments. He was extremely impatient with incompetence but was also the most inclined towards jokes and humor. However, he had little control over himself at this age and would supposedly let himself go, failing to self-isolate when violent urges would come over him. He was the least forgiving of those around him and would go as far as turning his slacking subordinates into automata. It is ironic that Dottore's chronic boredom was at an all-time high during this period, as he was not as well-versed in managing it.Epsilon was the kind of person who would do things on a whim as long as they gratified him and was least likely to question an action's stupidity if the ends justified the means. His sadism was just as rampant as the Prime's, but he portrayed it in a more light-hearted and spunky way in comparison to the Prime's grim demeanor. ==Epsilon's humor was often twisted but jovial, and he seemed to take pleasure in causing discomfort to those who crossed him. Overall, he was a volatile character whose unpredictable behavior made him exhausting to be in proximity to.

D(Ω.70) . OMEGA

Omega is an older segment whose entire being is oriented around her own selfish desires. She is willing to do whatever it takes, including throwing others under the bus, to get what she wants. Despite this, she presents herself with a hearty and tender demeanor, someone that can be "reasoned" with. She is skilled at hiding her true intentions behind a façade of wishing for simple and mutual exchange.Underneath her outward demeanor, Omega is an individual who will stop at nothing to achieve her goals. She has no qualms with utilizing betrayal in order to get ahead and will use any means necessary to get what she wants. Her selfishness is her driving force, and she sees no problem with using others to further her own agenda. This included her counterparts. Yes, Omega would even betray herself if the aspiration calls for it.Her agreeable exterior belies her true nature. Omega is a force to be reckoned with, and she will not hesitate to use her persona to get what she wants. Her ruthless tactics and ability to sway others make her a formidable opponent, and she is not to be trifled with. Il Dottore himself is wary enough of her due to her sentiments of believing that she would serve as a more ample prime.

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Zandik is deeply sensitive to even the slightest hint of rejection. To him, such a feeling is a direct reflection of his own worth, and he finds himself desperate to avoid any situation that could result in alienation. He struggles to form attachments with others, and when he does, he often finds himself stumbling over his words, afraid of being denied in his advances. The fear of losing power, of being cast down and defeated, weighs heavily on him, causing him to retreat behind a flimsy shield of disinterest and poisonous exchanges.And yet, beneath the fear and the self-doubt, there is a heart that yearns for connection, for love. Zandik longs to be swept away, to be taken by the hand and led into the warm embrace of another's affections. But his mind games make it difficult for others to break through, to reach the vulnerable, tender core of his being. For those who would seek to win his heart, directness is key. Zandik may love the thrill of the chase, but when it comes to matters of the heart, he needs to be met head-on, with a brashness and confrontation that matches his own. Only then can he begin to let down his guard, to open himself to the possibility of love.

THE TRIAD : SEX, TOUCH, & MONOGAMY.

Zandik sees monogamy as objectively abnormal. Especially sexually. Humans shouldn't be any different from animals, should they? He's often objectively pondered the sentiment of having one sexual partner. While he sees romantic monogamy as unnecessary from a logical standpoint, Zandik is still a jealous and possessive person. It is only until he recognizes this does he realize his desire for exclusivity. The doctor could only ever hold one romantic partner due to this. He prefers to take up his lover’s space in a way that is, in his eyes, unique and irreplaceable.Note that Zandik originated from a religious community in which the idea of purity was often exerted. In turn, he’d found himself adhering to the complete opposite— there is no emotional attachment in sexual interactions. It is a biological exchange, driven by hormones and instinct. Or in Zandik’s case, it is driven by the constant desire to quench his boredom and lack of feeling.He has never made love. He has never had sex with someone he loves. He doesn’t understand the concept of “making love”. And he certainly doesn’t understand what it is like to experience physical touch that is out of pure love, and not sexual desire. It’s why he finds himself “uncomfortable” with the simpler touches— kisses, hugs, subtle brushes along his sides, foreheads touching. The assuring grab of a thigh. No one has ever had the incentive to do such things to him.This discomfort is due to lack of familiarity. However, in theory, Zandik would adore any level of attention from his partner. Through time, he could find himself fond of such exchanges and initiating them himself. He only needs patience in that regard, and the understanding that he is still learning reception. The best dynamic is one in which he isn't rushed or pushed.

MORE ON PHYSICAL INTIMACY.

He has come to understand that physical intimacy with his lover is not just about satisfying his desires, but about the emotional connection he shares with them. He craves a deeper connection with them, one that goes beyond the mere physical act of sex. He wants to explore every inch of their body, to learn the nuances that make them unique, and to provide them with pleasure that no one else can.His inclination to please his partner is fueled by a deep longing to be their one and only. He yearns to be the one who satisfies their every need, who provides them with a level of physical and emotional intimacy that they cannot find elsewhere. This desire is not born out of greed, but out of a desperate need to feel wanted and loved in return. A fear is compounded by the fact that his feelings towards his partner are different from anything he has ever experienced before.All Zandik wants is to transcend his understanding of his partner, to explore the depths of their soul through the physical act of love-making. He wants to offer himself to them on a silver platter, to provide them with an experience that is uniquely theirs. The lack of tenderness and care that he has experienced in the past only fuels his desire to create a connection that is both tender and passionate, something that he has always craved but never found until now.

IDEAL DATE .

As far as the “ideal date” or way to spend time together, anything really goes. It may be unexpected of Zandik, but as long as it is something happening when in proximity to the other person, he would consider it a good enough time. When he plans something for his partner, it is something on the personal side and he will attempt to involve something that his partner is interested in or cares about. For instance, he may plan a date for his partner who had mentioned an interest in gardening by taking her to a botanical garden. They could spend the day exploring the different plant collections, learning about their origins and properties, and taking pictures of the vibrant blooms. Or if his partner expressed a love for hiking, Zandik would research the best trails in the area and take her on a scenic trek, complete with a picnic lunch overlooking a breathtaking view. It is this level of attentiveness that he would express and desire in return, as he believes that the best way to show love is by actively caring about and nurturing the other person's passions and interests.

ROMANCE

I WILL LOVE YOU LIKE AN ANIMAL.

THE CATALYST FOR ATTRACTION .

In his experience, romantic attraction is either weak or nonexistent. But every so often, someone comes along who makes him feel truly alive, in a way that is distinct from the purely physical or platonic. This feeling, this rush of emotion, he calls love.Zandik's possessiveness takes on an intensity that is both exhilarating and agonizing. He devotes himself fully to the one who holds his heart, and in return, expects nothing less than complete and total devotion. His desire for someone can be almost animalistic, primal in its strength, and the mere thought of being replaced or losing his unique place in someone's life fills him with a seething fury.To love Zandik is to enter a world of passion and fire, a place where every emotion is magnified to the extreme. He gives himself fully to those he loves, but the cost of his heart is steep, and those who would seek to claim it must be prepared to fight tooth and nail to keep it. For Zandik, there is no middle ground, no halfway measure; love is all or nothing, a raw, agonizing, and utterly irresistible force that consumes his very being.The ideal companion for him? Someone who will strive to see where he comes from. Someone who can acknowledge that he is ultimately shattered, irredeemable, and that his core lack of morals will never improve. Yet, to still desire him feverishly. Hungrily. Crave for him like a starving animal the same way he would for them. Bleed for him. Suffer for him. Kill for him. He would do the same. He would. Perhaps that’s the worst part. He will eat your heart out until not a crumb of it is left, and he expects the very same. If love doesn’t drive you mad and make you feel, it isn’t love, in Zandik’s eyes.

EXPRESSION OF AFFECTION .

For Zandik, treating his partner how he would want to be treated is paramount. However, this can create complications if his partner's love languages differ from his own. In such cases, communication is necessary to ensure both parties feel loved and appreciated. While words of affirmation hold some weight for him, he knows that actions speak louder than words. Zandik desires to see tangible proof of his partner's love and affection, as it is easier for him to understand and appreciate. Despite his prior detachment from sex, Zandik is open to the possibility of physical touch becoming a primary love language if it is not solely sexual. Quality time is essential to Zandik, and he finds it endearing when his partner takes up his space, no matter how small or seemingly insignificant the gesture may be. Whether it's lunch dates, sharing a bath, or simply conversing about their interests, Zandik cherishes the time spent together. Sharing a bed or room with his partner is also something he enjoys, as he feels a sense of comfort and familiarity in their presence.Acts of service come naturally to him, and he takes pleasure in tending to his partner's needs. Whether it's reminding them to wear a jacket or encouraging them to eat enough, he wants to make their lives easier in any way possible. While gift-giving is not something he does frequently, when he does, it is always meaningful. He often gives his partner something of his own former possession, or he may cook a meal or pick up something from the store that he knows they will enjoy. Overall, Zandik wants to be a constant presence in his partner's life, providing love and support in the ways that are most meaningful to them. He is passionate about expressing his love through actions.

WRITING SAMPLES

SAMPLE ONE .

Scaramouche's initial disposition towards the shogun was enough to indicate a self-fulfilling prophecy. Disobedience was encoded into it from the very beginning, and Zandik would have been a fool to not have anticipated eventual obstruction. Either way, he couldn't help but feel a sense of betrayal witnessing his creation tear itself apart out of defiance. And for a second, Zandik wanted to really punish him: send him back to the scrapyard as his inventor did. Teach Scaramouche for wasting his precious, precious time. But, of course, Pierro would be unhappy to hear that one of his harbingers were eliminated because Zandik had a temper tantrum. A deep breath of frustration, hitched and piercing briefly quiet air. The dropped tool was picked up by attentive ears, a scoff emitting from him as Scaramouche yanked away. "You don't do anything for anyone— quite explains why you've managed to conjure your second life equally as worthless as the first. If you don't like where you are now, I can oh so easily take back my gift to you."Gaze dwindling to the contraption which had plummeted to the floor, he reached for it. Fingertips traced the edges and handles, a smile cracking between his lips. It started out with a stifled chuckle, huffing through his nostrils until an unmistakably amused laugh left him. Nothing was more humorous than a pathetic display like this. "This shitty bar won't be enough to repair that limb of yours. Who do you think you are? I played God for you. I'm sorry—" he clutched his chest, attempting to die down his taunting display. "I should be your religion, after everything we have gone through together. No one sees your potential or understands your anatomy the way I do. All of this, and I've yet to abandon you... My words shouldn't be nuisances to you, they should be as sacred as spiritual text.Yet, here you are, again, exercising your lack of gratitude... Thinking that you can amount to the repairs that only I can conduct. But I pity you, as a God should. You're no better than an atheist, who thinks they do not need Him."His hand slipped into his coat pocket, bringing out a mallet and tweezers, accompanied by stray screws. "You don't know any better because you are below me. It's that simple, and it is my duty to show you mercy..." Zandik concluded, beginning to re-circuit any stray wires, and reattach his components. Such work looked simple, like first-nature when he would do it. Mindless, even. "If you hadn't had your outburst like a big baby, I would be working on your new body right now... You know— the physique that could actually handle that drug you crave so desperately. Patience is a virtue, Kuni."

SAMPLE TWO .

Mutual dependency is a beautiful, beautiful thing, isn't it? As sinister as it sounded, it was exactly why the two were able to function in a beneficial exchange. Somewhere deeply integrated into Zandik's mind, he truly believed his current actions towards Scaramouche were an act of compassion. Of course, this didn't include that release of amusement that came with his patient's reactions. Oh, how he loved drawing such intense emotions out of the puppet— another reason as to why Scaramouche found itself being kept around. He experienced a nice sensation of leverage over them, especially now, with their beaten up limb clasped between their intricate hold. "Shh," he paused with a sly smile, a gloved finger going to brush over the other's lips, "now— if it were as simple as tightening a few screws, you wouldn't still be here mulling over how to fix yourself, hrm?"Zandik's touch had soon subsided, having gone to remove his mask. A red glare accompanied his gaze, squinting as he would lean down to properly examine Scaramouche's physique once more. The tone which had accompanied his voice was casual. It was almost belittling in how it sounded as if he were chatting with an old friend who wasn't utterly cross with him, as is."You don't owe me anything, Kuni. Not because I haven't offered you a variety of incentives, but because you have nothing to offer," Zandik hummed. In a matter of minutes, Scaramouche's arm had been restored. There were many injuries to still tend to, and he found his jaw aching with how he'd been clenching his jaw the entire time. Watching his patient stand up, he gave a dissatisfied huff through his nostrils. "Sit down, unless you'd like to be nothing but a disarray of doll parts... You can hardly hold out on your own, birdie," Zandik commented cooly.

SAMPLE THREE .

What a contrast he served for, especially when put beside Zandik who would overdress regardless of the occasion. It seemed that old habits died hard, and no matter the claims he'd make to have abandoned his own 'questionable' spunk of wardrobe, former tastes incorporated themselves into whatever he would wear that day. While the two of them had plenty of exchanges in the past involving a wellness check, it would still baffle the doctor every time when he would swing the door open to a barely clothed Ajax. His eyes would roll from behind his mask, sucking in an audible breath through his teeth. It didn't help that he'd managed to make a mess right outside Zandik's door, the peach's juices having made a collective of droplets on the floor. "Would it kill you to at least pretend you care enough to look presentable when taking up my time?" His fingertips had gone to massage a side of his jaw, as if this whole ordeal was already managing to stress him out.Zandik's office was certainly peculiar. The walls were painted a pitch black, making it appear smaller than it really was. Accompanied by the paint job were a variety of taxidermy pieces— most prominent one being a polar bear's head mounted above a few sullen paintings. Yes, there were plenty of abstract things decorating the room, yet not a single framed medical degree. It almost made you wonder if this was all an attempt at a distraction from his lack of, what he called, traditional qualification. "Come sit," Zandik said, moving to reach for Ajax's face once settled. A gloved hand gripped him by the chin, forcing him to look up. The vibrant pink in Ajax's eyes had visibly diffused back towards his regular blue, creating a foggy purple- instead of its expected appearance. "Yes— we'll certainly have to give you another dose."

⊂⊃ ZANDIK VEISI , EARLY FORTIES , PSYCHOLOGIST & GRAVEROBBER

HONKAI : STAR RAIL AU .

⊂⊃ ZANDIK VEISI , 500+ YEARS OLD • HARBINGER
5 star . IMAGINARY , ERUDITION

Having PERSISTED in this universe for about half of a millennium, the doctor has stomached this world via conventions that others may gawk upon. She has witnessed, tested, and tried many affiliates ; many of whom scorn the day she imbued them with her presence. conjuring an interest in the likes of PORTAL-RELATED travel, dottore developed a plethora of prototypes. amongst these inventions, she created a portal that tears through the sea of quanta. unfortunately, it was a one way portal, and the location it dispels in happens to randomize whenever the device is used. there is currently no way for her to return to her former world, that she has no recollection of, in terms of the specifics. all that she carries with her are flashbacks of her former self ; rejection from many, including her original homeland.One could have considered her a drifter when she first came forth in this realm ... Without much of a background or rapport, there were many freedoms to be had. Of course, this wouldn't liberate her of her SAGACITY and vast intellect. Her mind knows no bounds, including that of morality or practicality. As long as the purpose of a project is fulfilled — be it amusement, functionality, or pure shock-factor — there is no need to trouble oneself with those matters. These qualities may prove to be her downfall, but it garnered the attention of someone of The Genius Society. Genius #???, to be exact, was someone of a prowess that greatly appealed to Dottore : the aeons were originally a subject who she rendered unreachable. To be part of a conquest involving the aeon's and their emanators would be of grand interest. ☆ ( . . . Click for more )

ALTERNATE VERSES

ARCHIVED INFORMATION FOR COMMON AU ROLEPLAYS. MORE NICHE AU'S MAY HAVE INFORMATION CONTAINED IN AN EXTERNAL MESSAGE INSTEAD.

UNIVERSITY AU .

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She initially harbored a complicated relationship with schooling due to concealed aspects of her past. One may argue that she still does, in clutching tightly to the instance of expulsion due to what she calls wondrous breakthroughs. She is certainly one to hold a grudge, after all. Each experiment would find itself etching wounds of resentment into the institute's social and cognitive rejection of her. Of course, her dead and endangered peers were enough of an end result to warrant the removal of her being from campus. Zandik was swift-thinking to flee before she could feel the hands of consequence envelope her. Youth was no cushion for the gravity of her actions, was it?Either way, to be removed from her academy as a fledgling was quite a pity, especially when the lives she utilized were hardly as valuable as the knowledge and experience she acquired from their sacrifices. If only these unfortunate souls could open their eyes! The most priceless of data is only reaped from loss. The identity she held during those times of childhood have been muddled and refracted to upkeep her new identity ... The past is buried in thanks to careful eliminations and charred archives. Perhaps she engages with this fresh facade of counselor as no more than an ironic and sick joke. An ironic and sick joke that only she could ever begin to recognize or understand. Generally, her field of expertise also aligns with the sciences, psychology, or engineering.

⊂⊃ ZANDIK VEISI , EARLY FORTIES , PSYCHOLOGIST & GRAVEROBBER

MODERN AU .

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Dottore was hardly popular in the original, minuscule desert district she resided in. Of course, before that, she was just a child — although behaviors would eventually grow concerning in terms of her innovations, and she was pushed out of the town. It was sometime after that in which she would attend the akademiya, renown for its boundless knowledge and cultivating the best of the best.Despite her close affiliation with her peers, project after project, there was no true affinity between them. Her attendance at the school would hang by a thread — Dottore was hardly one to follow guidelines after all, and her reach beyond general ethics was what drove her out of her childhood home. This place was no different, and months before obtaining her final degree, She would face expulsion due to a project that didn't suit the board's tastes. For that reason, Dottore eventually concluded to leave the sumeran city for good and take port in Snezhnaya, where she practiced scientific reaearch with a forged degree. Her engagements continued to prove unconventional, but effective.Present day, Dottore has opened an instrument shop. She just happens to possess a lab that has been built beneath the shop, in which she processes human entrails for string instrument material, rather than cat gut. She also serves as a violinist && pianist in her free time, composing music that is often played at the local orchestras. Dottore tends to grow rather homesick from time to time, but is well aware that she couldn't dream to reside in Sumeru once more.

⊂⊃ ZANDIK VEISI , EARLY FORTIES , PSYCHOLOGIST & GRAVEROBBER

SOUL EATER AU .

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Once a teacher at the academy, Zandik's position was relinquished due to her curiosities wandering too far. She made many attempts to experiment on and tamper with souls, so much that its properties compromised the school. It is worth noting that she also became the subject of many riveting endeavors which would lack restraint in terms of regarding her own wellbeing. A scholar harbors little limitations in the name of science, and this is no exception for Il Dottore. What may prove to be different than that of other researchers is the fact that , somewhere along the way , the structure of her physiology altered so much that she was no longer human.

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