Robert Watson

General

Name: Robert Darrell Watson 

Age: 14

Gender/Sex: Male, prefers he/him but uses all pronouns

Sexuality: Demi/pan

Height: 5’2”

Weight: 113 lbs.

Birthday: March 12th, 2001

Personal

Personality:

Analytical: Robert never lets emotions override the truth.

Open-minded. His solution may not be the only or the best one, and he knows what it’s like to be unfairly shut down.

Cold. He prefers working with others to talking with them.

Arrogant. He isn’t afraid to remind others of his skill.

Likes: 

Science. So much mystery to explore, and all you have to do to solve it is get some lab results and analyze them.

Word puzzles. Only for time off, of course. They have a bit of variability based on regional dialects and time when created, but they can still be solved by someone who has never left Oregon in the 2010s.

Dislikes:  

Nicknames, at least for him. Bobby, Robbie, Bob…they all sound stupid and it’s hard to imagine other names having it much better.

Electronic music. It used to be wonderful, but now it has become repetitious. Why not experiment with sound again, like when the first synthesizer was invented?

Backstory: Robert always considered himself something of a prodigy. It was hard to tell whether he did so well in his classes because of some nebulous measure of intellect or his relatively much higher enthusiasm, but it didn’t matter why he performed so well, just that the results were good. Good enough to get him into Haslen, in fact.

Despite a bit of shock at just how much higher tuition rates were, the Watsons proudly let their son attend. Robert was euphoric (and perhaps a little proud) of getting to experience a higher level of scientific education.

When he got there, his first stop was the science club. Nearly overawed by all the resources this high school had on hand (middle school barely had more than baking soda and vinegar), he forgot he was still a freshman.

His clubmates kept passing over his ideas, sometimes even interrupting him as he spoke. Maybe it was because he was young or because he hadn’t paid his way in, it didn’t matter. The results were the same.

Only one thing needed to change, and Robert didn’t have to waste time figuring out how to gain the esteem of his peers after a strange catlike being showed up, talking of a wish and a contract.

School: 9th grade, Haslen 

Magi

Wish: “I wish they’d give me a chance to show them how great I can be.”

Class: Medic (Scientist)

Level: 5

Incubator: Eb

Weapon: 

Conditional toxin infuser. It’s a bit difficult to explain in the heat of battle, but it tests the composition of the enemy and then synthesizes a poison specifically calibrated towards their weak points. A true victory of science.

Flask. Comes with attached pipette. It can be used to hold samples for testing, formulate new chemical mixtures, or both at once (in smaller quantities).

Bunsen burner. It's unique in that it's collapsible, allowing the platform over it to be folded below it. In this configuration, it makes a suitable blowtorch.

Scalpel. Simple enough, even with the hooked protrusion on the hilt.

Microscope. It is indeed a weapon: its intended use in battle is to speed up the creation of status-effecting poisons and medicines as well as analyze magical residue, but it also has wickedly jagged edges.

Attacks:

Stats:

HP: 60

Magic: 9

Defence: 7

Attack: 0

Speed: 3

Special: 5

Stamina: 5

Bonuses: Members of the science club won’t shut him down when he tries to speak or propose something. 

Level/Upgrade Tracking:

Lv. 1: +1 to Special (now 4), added Stat Poison

Lv. 2: +1 to Magic (now 8)

Lv. 3: +1 to Stamina (now 5), +4 weapons (now 5)

Lv. 4: +1 to Special (now 5)

Lv. 5: +1 to Magic (now 9), +1 move slot (now 4), added Geas