Charvis

Charvis is a sad man, and that much is determined just by looking at him. He has a squarish jaw that's covered in stubble. His cheeks and eyebrows are sunken slightly, giving the impression of a constant frown. His skin wrinkles in all the telltale spots, showing his middle age. He has green eyes and black, slightly graying hair. His hair is short and messy. He's 5'9 and 44 years old. His skin is slightly tan. He has an additional pair of arms that stretch out from his shoulders, as well as a fleshy tentacle, which twists and contracts like a flexible spine.

He wears a long dark coat, wrinkled white button-up shirt, dark brown pants, suspenders, and a sturdy black boot. His coat has been modified to allow his additional arms and tentacle  Seen at the bottom of his right leg is a mechanical foot sticking out from his pant leg. He wears a backpack, and also has a greatsword strapped to his back. At his belt are three additional shortswords. His left arm has been replaced with a mechanical prosthetic as well. 

My Research

I've improved what other alchemists call "mutagen" to become even more useful. Most alchemists rely on their mutagen only once injected, and it's a complicated process to make. My infusion stores the latent reaction components somewhere inside the heart and stomach, the two organs with the most relation to blood and muscle. This way I can draw upon it's power whenever I need it. The only way to do so is by conjuring strong emotions in the mind, which then increases heart rate, which then activates the reaction. Furthermore, I can imbibe an accelerant to further add to it's effects. So far the only noted drawback to these improvements is that I progressively lose mental control as more reactions are done. I have not done experiments with this to others due to the fact that it has been carefully catered to my own body, and doing it to another could prove to be fatal and also a waste of resources.

Wife wants me to quit drinking, and also to be a better person.  I will do it, because I love her.

My Family

Wife: Fien (gnome): She's about 40 in gnome years (113 years), but that doesn't stop her from being very excitable. She is interested in new and very strange things, hence her interest in Charvis' profession. She had been married at 21 in gnome years (59 years), but her gnome husband died when she was 34 in gnome years (96 years). She met and married Charvis at 36 (102 years). They have been married for 11 (human) years. After Charvis left his job, he began to get depressed and start drinking a lot. Fien was saddened by this, because Charvis used to be a lot more excitable back when he was an alchemist. Because of how he had changed, Fien challenged him to do some soul searching, to see if he could go back to how he was or else she would leave him. It hurt her as much as it hurt Charvis to make such a challenge, but the pain was not as much as the pain she felt when she saw what he had become. In a moment of absolute despair, Charvis accepted the challenge. Fien bid her husband farewell with a reluctant, uneasy goodbye. Despite her gnomish optimism, she's unsure if Charvis will ever return, much less return a better man, but she is still has a small burning confidence.

Daughter: Orloh (gnome) Orloh is 13 gnome years old (37 years). She was born to Fien's first husband. She's shy, but her burning curiosity can sometimes overpower that. She prefers to stay inside for the most part, reading books and even performing minor experiments. She seems to be following in Charvis' footsteps as an alchemist, though she doesn't follow the same self-experimentation that Charvis practices.

(1 gnome year is approximately 2.84 human years)

Charvis, Full Potential

What was once a small, eerie but unassuming man, has shifted drastically in shape. He has increased in mass drastically, standing at 32 feet tall. What's left of his black coat sit in messy tatters at his multiple sets of shoulder. His body has reddened all over, muscles and veins becoming grossly defined and visible. His body has contorted and shifted, taking on horse-like and crow-like features. His face has shifted to a disgustingly long, fleshy beak. Bits of hair still exist on his head, but some have moved down his neck from his skin being stretched. Scant jet black feathers pepper his body, but are thicker near the head.  His legs are lengthened with slender muscles, bending with additional joints like a horse's leg. His left leg is still long, but is a bit shorter at the knee, it's length restricted by the prosthetic. All of his arms are elongated to the point where they can scrape against the ground, but are reinforced with dense muscle. Three arms brandish shortswords, while two grip onto a greatsword which looks tiny next to the rest of his form. His tentacle has lengthened and grips another sword, which it whips around like a needle on a string. Thick bushes of tangled hair sprout from various places, namely elbows, armpits, and groin. His stomach glows and throbs with the effects of constant alchemical reactions.