Ink Blood said
Ah. Alright then. Are we limited to any certain mythology?
Like I said before, absolute creative freedom when it comes to your monsters.
EDIT: Character sheet's done, so I'll put it here for you folks to read.
Name: Thomas Marborough
Age: 28
Race: Human
Gender: Male
Appearance: Thomas stands at an average height, close to six feet, and weighs average. He’s Caucasian, fair skin, but with a mangy blemish tucked away on the right side of his forehead due to his few years working in the Voldoan Underground. He has soft blue eyes, with a bit of a bag under each due to his work hours, and dirty blond hair that hasn’t been trimmed in some time. He doesn’t have a beard because he has trouble growing one in the first place. He dresses himself in the standard Tier II Engineer’s uniform, though the flesh coat is undone and his badge rests on his lapel. Beneath that, he wears a dark long-sleeved buttoned shirt, a little filthy, and a pair of black work trousers and boots. He carries all the work-necessary tools on his belt, ranging from toolshed contents to surgical appliances. All in all, standard look, save for the undone flesh coat.
Personality: Thomas is a soft, gentle, and often quiet kind of man. As one of the Engineers tasked with maintaining Voldoa’s Flesh Golems, he’s not as busy as the ones sent outside to collect supplies, so he has a lot of time to walk around the city and commute with the residents. He keeps to himself most of the time, save for when he sits down in one of the taverns to have a drink and talk with people, be they his fellow Engineers or the townsfolk. As with all Engineers, he keeps hush about certain aspects of his group’s work, such as where the surplus meat comes from or what goes on inside the Workhouses. Other than that, he’s kind, polite, and always in the mood to sit and talk before he has to fix a tripped Flesh Golem’s leg.
History: Thomas Marborough is one of the Tier II Engineers of Voldoa. He helped construct the Flesh Golems, and is tasked with maintaining them, and other machines, when they break down as all Tier II’s are. Tier I’s are the gatherers, spending most of their time outside of the city, procuring food, drink, and other supplies. Tier III’s are almost never seen outside of the Workhouses, the nature of their occupation a well-kept secret. Thomas himself is thankful he’s a Tier II, as it gives him the greatest amount of free time.
Thomas was born into the ranks of the Engineers before the three Tiers were established. Back then, the Flesh Golems were the main focus. At the young age of five, Thomas helped his mother Helena build one after another while his father Gregory acted as one of the resource procurators, as in bricks and mortar. After all, once the Flesh Golems were brought to life, they would still have to build an entire city with
something. Once the Flesh Golems were complete, Thomas watched as they built Voldoa to every single specification laid out by the leader of the Engineers, Hugo Tarblatt. Once the city was complete in a matter of years, Tarblatt devised the three Tiers for the Engineers to be separated between. Helena was put into Tier III, while Gregory resumed his collection service in Tier I. Thomas requested to join his father and travel with him, tired of working in the Voldoan Underground. His mother agreed to the decision wholeheartedly, not wanting to restrain her some from what he wanted.
Thomas and his father, plus a group of other Engineers, spent the next few years traveling all across Europe, tracking down monsters and spreading word of Voldoa, the newly erected safe haven. It was close call after close call, be it by the hands of the beings they were trying to help or the hunters attempting to interfere with their efforts. Either way, they always managed to pull through. Thomas was happy with this life; traveling the region, guiding monsters back to Voldoa. He felt helpful, like he was accomplishing something. All of it, however, soon came to an end. Gregory died on the third of March, 1877, at the hands of British soldiers turned monster hunters, calling themselves “the Silver Battalion”. It was an ambush planned ahead, with a mansion of dead vampires acting as bait. Gregory was shot first thing, badly. The Engineers took cover in the mansion, but the soldiers quickly laid siege. The group didn’t have anything that would save Gregory from his severe injuries in time, even if they all escaped, so he pleaded with them to leave him behind while he used his standard issue “Last Resort” grenade. An illusion wouldn’t cut it if he wasn’t going to survive at all. Thomas rebelled against the decision the whole time, having to be dragged away while his father used his Last Resort to set fire to the mansion. The rest of the group slipped away while the Silver Battalion soldiers searched through the rubble. Everything on Gregory was destroyed, burnt to a crisp, including his map to Voldoa, thus rendered useless. The Engineers were saved at the cost of Gregory’s life.
Upon Thomas’ return to Voldoa, he and his mother grieved for some time. Afterwards, he requested to be moved to a different Tier, and was given his choice of either. Helena asked him if he wanted to remain with her in the Voldoan Underground, as a Tier III. But he refused, instead taking up a topside role as a Tier II, to which she accepted. It took time but, after spending years working on the Flesh Golems, fixing and improving them, he settled into it, and came to terms with the night of the ambush. He feels comfortable within Voldoa’s walls, and doesn’t plan on leaving again anytime soon.
Other: Thomas likes to individualize every Flesh Golem he works on, to give them a little more personality. He carves names into their skin and, as a bit of an artist, some intricate drawings and designs as well. He keeps a list of them in his work journal, and always makes sure each of them are well maintained.
