Post by The Mad Chemist on Jan 7, 2013 23:48:12 GMT -5
(Wanted to try my hand at how would Singed and up being the Singed we know and hate.
And this is how it’s shaping up any comments or feedback will be appreciated
This is only the first part is there is some interest I will write the rest.)
Start of madness.
What would draw a man to go to such heights? Why would he do that to himself?
Is science and knowledge more important to him than his own humanity? More so than life and goodness?
Those are some of the questions that usually come to mind after meeting The Mad Chemist.
His demeanor usually does not let out the madness and ruthless ness that were already legendary on Ionia.
Only after losing on the fields he let out some the sheer aggression and insanity that were already legendary on places like Ionia and Zaun.
But what would push any human into becoming something so twisted and toxic.
It is said that madness is like gravity and we are all just one little push to fall into it, but that would be an underestimation. After all one’s life is not only one event, and never just one decision. Of course that there are life changing events but…the path after that event is dictated from our past experiences and from the results of those decisions.
This is how it started, the beginning the history of one of the most wicked and brilliant scientist of all times.
Many say that the first memory of an infant is a song. For Singed it was the melodic sound of many different experiments being realized at unison, it was hypnotizing and melodic.
He remembers the handling of the test tubes, the combination of the chemicals and their magical counterparts.
It was the work of a genius he could still remember the faction of that person.
The incredible concentration that was reflected on her face, an almost ethereal detachment to the world while her whole existence was dedicated at the task in front of her.
In front of Singed was his mother the current latest addition to the Cypher family. She had married the last heir of the state in order to access the connections and his father had married her because of her beauty. Because he was a failure of a chemist so in order for the house not to fall into disgrace or something worse they sometimes pretended that some of her discoveries were from him.
Singed does not remembers her anything else than her laboratory coat, always got up earlier than anybody and got to sleep later than no one , always working on some new project, always brewing some new concoction.
Singed grow until he was 7 years old observing and admiring that woman’s work always reading some chemistry or alchemy book in order to get close to her world.
Hearing the sounds of the instruments and reactions as it were some short of music…and the closest thing he heard to a lullaby from her.
Then one of those days when he was observing her work on a new way to process the meat that was going to be canned when she committed one mistake.
All it took was one mistake the whole weight of the life he revered was just that, one mistake.
The compound exploded in front of her melting her face and part of her hands.
Singed saw her fall to the floor and tried to help but it was too late shed died without being able to say one word to her one son.
Singed tried to lift her from the floor but the compound burned his hand and the once beautiful face of his mother was now being eaten away by the chemicals.
He saw has the face of the person he admired the most being melted away as her life faded on the most agonizing of ways, all for one mistake.
And this is how it’s shaping up any comments or feedback will be appreciated
This is only the first part is there is some interest I will write the rest.)
Start of madness.
What would draw a man to go to such heights? Why would he do that to himself?
Is science and knowledge more important to him than his own humanity? More so than life and goodness?
Those are some of the questions that usually come to mind after meeting The Mad Chemist.
His demeanor usually does not let out the madness and ruthless ness that were already legendary on Ionia.
Only after losing on the fields he let out some the sheer aggression and insanity that were already legendary on places like Ionia and Zaun.
But what would push any human into becoming something so twisted and toxic.
It is said that madness is like gravity and we are all just one little push to fall into it, but that would be an underestimation. After all one’s life is not only one event, and never just one decision. Of course that there are life changing events but…the path after that event is dictated from our past experiences and from the results of those decisions.
This is how it started, the beginning the history of one of the most wicked and brilliant scientist of all times.
Many say that the first memory of an infant is a song. For Singed it was the melodic sound of many different experiments being realized at unison, it was hypnotizing and melodic.
He remembers the handling of the test tubes, the combination of the chemicals and their magical counterparts.
It was the work of a genius he could still remember the faction of that person.
The incredible concentration that was reflected on her face, an almost ethereal detachment to the world while her whole existence was dedicated at the task in front of her.
In front of Singed was his mother the current latest addition to the Cypher family. She had married the last heir of the state in order to access the connections and his father had married her because of her beauty. Because he was a failure of a chemist so in order for the house not to fall into disgrace or something worse they sometimes pretended that some of her discoveries were from him.
Singed does not remembers her anything else than her laboratory coat, always got up earlier than anybody and got to sleep later than no one , always working on some new project, always brewing some new concoction.
Singed grow until he was 7 years old observing and admiring that woman’s work always reading some chemistry or alchemy book in order to get close to her world.
Hearing the sounds of the instruments and reactions as it were some short of music…and the closest thing he heard to a lullaby from her.
Then one of those days when he was observing her work on a new way to process the meat that was going to be canned when she committed one mistake.
All it took was one mistake the whole weight of the life he revered was just that, one mistake.
The compound exploded in front of her melting her face and part of her hands.
Singed saw her fall to the floor and tried to help but it was too late shed died without being able to say one word to her one son.
Singed tried to lift her from the floor but the compound burned his hand and the once beautiful face of his mother was now being eaten away by the chemicals.
He saw has the face of the person he admired the most being melted away as her life faded on the most agonizing of ways, all for one mistake.
