Parth Misra (A) (Parth Misra (C))

Multiverse theory dictates that there are infinite universes exactly like ours. Every universe contains a change; from the tiniest detail to the biggest mistakes. If you can imagine it, it exists somewhere... This affects some of us more than others.

 Parth Misra is the entire gauntlet of human morality explored in a single man. There's a Parth that's a saint and one who's an absolute monster, of course, but those two aren't very interesting. Our stories revolve around the Parths that occupy the space in-between. They do their best... for better or worse.

He's basically the same person in every universe, but this isn't about nature vs. nurture. This is about choices.

Some constants:

• Parth is always brilliant in some form. His intelligence type varies.
• No matter how humble his beginnings, he will find a way to the top. The people he crushes to get there varies.
• He always has a daughter. She's always beautiful and innocent. She always dies.
• (she doesn't always stay dead.)
• (this won't be the story you think it will be)

 

  This was a Parth with vast ambitions. He wanted to be a household name. He wanted to be celebrated and remembered for all times. He wanted respect, even at the cost of fear. All a little selfish, but so utterly human, motivations. He was a little awkward, a little nerdy, with a little too much potential and not enough empathy. He so easily lied to himself about the humanity of others and, despite the small amount of conscience he had, he let bad things happen to innocent people for his goals.

 After university, all paid for in scholarships, he was headhunted by the government. They were desperate to have them in their weapon's programme after he caught their eye. It was an excellent opportunity with excellent pay. He couldn't agree fast enough; he was finally on his way to getting his due.

  The lab was a collection of everything unexplained in their world. Strange monsters, spacial anomalies, and even civilians with devastating powers. The unexplained and those trying to explain them. He worked with those with more... volatile powers. Creatures that put out enough nuclear energy to power an entire country or put an atom bomb to shame. Parth's research focused mainly on the latter point, no matter what the subjects would have preferred.

  The lab subjected Parth to horrors. He became a horror to his test subjects. He buried his ambitions under guilt and brutal, bloody work. Viola, his daughter, was the light of his life. She kept him sane after his wife, her mother, had died. He could almost convince himself he was doing it to protect her. He told himself that these were dangerous creatures and that he was learning how to stop them.

  It almost worked too, until she died. Illness; the most mundane way for a Viola to go. Parth descended into sickness himself. Good, he thought, let him join her.

  That almost worked too, until he found out about the multiverse. A theory, some would say, but he'd seen it. He had subjects who'd flickered between worlds, that he'd ran tests on, that he kept in comas so they couldn't escape. How could he have been so blind?

  Parth had some splicing to do. He just wanted his daughter back.

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