The clock ticked, the teacher droned on about... Victor was pretty certain it was something about bones, but he had zoned out half an hour ago. His laptop was open in front to him, a document labelled notes open, with a single bullet point on the page, the cursor blinking in and out of existence beside the lone, short black line. His hopes that this would be a class worth taken seemed to have fallen flat once again.

He shifted, resting his chin on his hand, fingers rapidly tapping out the names of bones in morse code on the table with his other. The hope that this course would provide the intellectual stimulation he was desperately searching had proved fruitless and he wasn’t even surprised by that anymore It had been a year of the same. He had learned all of this a decade ago from his father’s old textbooks. Half the information that he was supposed to be learning, he had done on his own time years ago. The rest, he was already working on in the classes where he wasn’t falling apart.

The only reason he was even here was because he needed the credits, and a certain number of hours in class to pass. Victor cast a look around the class, the professor was lecturing at the front and most of his classmates were studiously taking notes. Oh to be so blissfully happy in their own mediocrity. 

Finally the class ended, and Victor closed the tab lazily, before standing and putting the computer back into his bag. His next class wasn’t for another three hours, and he would need to get lunch before that. He lifted the bag onto his shoulder, leaning against the wall of the lecture hall, as he waited for the row of peers to leave so he could get out without dropping anything. All the spare room in his bag was filled with notes about his nee Creation, and it wouldn’t do to lose them.

Victor: So... I know I want to bring back an create life... but what if I made it better?

Me: How...?

Victor: What if humans had knees like shoulders!? So they could bend in lots of different directions!?

Me: ... No.

Victor: But-!

you are greenyellow #ADFF2F

Your dominant hues are green and yellow. There's no doubt about the fact that you think with your head, but you don't want to be seen as boring and want people to know about your adventurous streak now and again. Your saturation level is higher than average - You know what you want, but sometimes know not to tell everyone. You value accomplishments and know you can get the job done, so don't be afraid to run out and make things happen. Your outlook on life is very bright. You are sunny and optimistic about life and others find it very encouraging, but remember to tone it down if you sense irritation.

Tagged by @eloquated

Sherlock: [observing the mould spores that have begun growing in the milk samples]

John: [working on the blog post for the latest case]

*Victor walks into the flat*

Victor: Ah Cousin! I heard you recently found yourself in possession of a plethora of mould samples? I need some if you don't mind, and even if you do I still need some.

Sherlock: *begins to grin* I have a collection of moulds.

Victor: Ooh. Do tell!

Victor’s handwriting is actually quite nice, considering the pages upon pages of scrawled, nearly illegible notes. 

René knows a decent amount of hand to hand combat, but it’s something that took them a while to perfect, because it was a matter of relearning where your centre of balance was, and just some of the subtle differences of being in a different body.

Michael wouldn’t know where to say ‘home’ was. He’s travelled around his whole life, never staying long in any given place. He spent a three months in france,a nd it’s where he started to learn French. 

Keevan, maybe it was a mistake on the part of the Founders to let the Vorta dream, maybe it was by design, but after the war, Keevan wakes up from nightmares more often than he ever had before. 

Kassim, like so many others that were children, or not yet born at the fall of the Empire, knows logically that out there in the galaxy, there’s his home planet. But he’ll never go back, because it doesn’t feel like one. He had been taken off world when he was only a few months old, and whatever remained was Republic.

AESTHETIC     HEADCANON     MUSIC     CHARACTER

• QUICK STATS •

NAME :: Victor Septimus Frankenstein NICKNAME :: n/a FANDOM :: Literature GENDER :: Male ORIENTATION :: demiromantic, demisexual BIRTHDAY :: September 16th, 1801 ZODIAC :: Virgo SHIPS :: /Doctor Henry Jekyll, chemistry

• BIOGRAPHY •

Brilliant, and somewhat mad, Victor Frankenstein was obsessed with finding the secrets of death; and in particular, reversing it, and creating life from it. Victor was pushed into the medical field by his father, and instead of following in his footsteps to become successful and respected, Victor found himself dropping out of school to pursue his obsession.

Victor isn't terribly personable, nor does he try to be. He's more concerned with his studies and in trying to succeed at making his monster. He has little regard for those he considers less intelligent. Victor spends most of his time assembling the monster, or finding the parts to build it with. (Not murder, possession of a corpse is not a crime, he buys them off grave robbers). He doesn't care for the morality of the situation, convinced that when he succeeds, the populace will honour him as a hero- as a God.

• PHYSICAL •

FACE CLAIM :: Benedict Cumberbatch HEIGHT :: 6′1″ BUILD :: Thin, usually bony from forgetting to eat for long days at a time VISUAL AGE :: 32 ACTUAL AGE :: 32 HAIR :: black EYES :: blue-green SPECIES :: Human HAND :: right GLASSES :: when he’s working, but that doesn’t mean he wears them. IDENTIFYING :: Victor looks quite normal, except for a handful of burns and scars. but there is a spot from his right hip up until his rib cage that has a slight outline of scars, like people who were hit by lightning. 

• MENTAL •