Innkeeper
You've come this far; you might as well go for the gold.
You agree to help Dr. Kovas, and continue to "aquire" subjects for him, which you've become frighteningly good at. Time goes by and you even indulge in some of the actual killing. You certainly learn just as much from him as you do in "regular class." In your spare time you do a few experiments of your own on victims you capture. Dr. Kovas doesn't really approve since its taking time away from what he wants you to be helping him with, and he feels you're just bumbling around and engaging in sadistic torture for your own twisted pleasure. (To be fair he's partially right at this point)
As for his experiments, you still don't see him making any more progress. He has managed to get the zombies to be relatively docile with training, but they're still relatively mindless. He's a scientifically minded necromancer at this point, but he's not even doing anything that useful with it. He keeps saying that he WILL succeed in bringing a being back to life fully intact without the zombification element, but it doesn't seem possible. Not even the old school magicians of legend could do that. Once the brain is completely dead, it's dead! Even through his verbal abuse you still used to respect Dr. Kovas for his dedication and his knowledge, but lately he's just been looking like a crazy old fool.
"Argh grah!"
"Well that's another one for the cages, or are we going to dispose of this one?" you ask in a bored tone as Dr. Kovas fails to completely "resurrect" another one.
"Damn! I strengthened the dose to compensate for her vegetarian diet! She shouldn't be trying to bite me!"
"Y'know we've been doing this for about a year now and we've still made a lot of progress."
"I'VE made a lot of progress, but what is your point?"
"My point is, maybe this just isn't in the cards. Maybe we can't bring someone back, well not in a good way at least."
"Hmmm, what is this? A moment of conscience? Some sort of introspective that we're not supposed to play diety? You losing your passion for this work?" Dr. Kovas says with a sneer.
"Ha ha ha ha! No, perish the thought." You laugh
"Oh? Then what is it?"
"Well I've been thinking "
"Ha ha ha ha! Oh this SHOULD be amusing."
You make a slight facial tic at this insult, but then continue hoping that your "mentor" will listen to you.
"What I was going to say is we've got the medical knowledge and equipment to run a good body legging business. Lots of demand for body parts on the black market. And with the advances we have made with incitathol we could even sell some of the tamer zombies to wannabe necromancers or even for pit fights. It certainly would put our skills to better use."
Dr. Kovas sighs and shakes his head at you.
"Oh my dear boy, you have learned NOTHING while serving under me! First of all, what's this we business? I'M the only real doctor here; you haven't even finished medical school yet! You think you can dare put yourself on my level just because I've allowed you to aid me and you cut up a few bubble headed co-eds? Hah! Not bloody likely! Second, you still don't get it do you? Science is not supposed to be for profit! It's about the challenges and over coming them! You want to make money why don't you go reopen that little inn you used to have and serve swill to the other low lives? Now grab that mallet over there, smash this zombie's head in and dispose of it. Menial labor is about all you're good for anyway."
You grab the mallet, but you don't smash the zombie's head in, you smash Dr. Kovas head in instead. His arrogance and complacency allows you to get in a good shot without him expecting it and he falls to the floor bleeding profusely from the head. You kneel down to finish him off.
"YOU (WHAM!) FUCKING (WHAM!) PIECE OF (WHAM!) FUCKING (WHAM!) SHIT!" you shout at the top of your lungs while you beat the good doctor's brains into pulp.
After you've satisfied your bloodlust, you sit back and think about your next move. The tied up zombie girl on the table is disturbing your concentration with her growling so you shove some of Kovas' brains in her mouth while you plan
Your major obstacle is explaining Doctor Kovas' disappearance. This actually isn't that much of a problem though. The man wasn't well liked at all by his peers so nobody really goes looking for him. You are eventually asked questions by the Klyton militia, but you simply say one day you showed up to assist him and he was gone with no warning. They also ask if you know much about any of the disappearance of young girls around the university, but you say you don't know much except that it's pretty horrible. Again there is some suspicion, but not really on you and more on him.
It probably helped that the first thing you did was completely clean his lab, and left vague incriminating evidence pointing to him if suspicion should ever come up about anything. The second thing you did was clean out his savings (Lucky for you the old bastard didn't believe in keeping it at a bank) but live frugally in a cheap apartment again.
By the time you finish up medical school you're in the clear and Dr. Kovas' disappearance is chalked up to him doing something illegal and then fleeing the city. You on the other hand are now a fully-fledged doctor with access to all that entails
It doesn't need to be said that your time with Dr. Kovas warped you and while you managed to lay low when necessary, you now feel more freedom to engage in all those ideas you tried to suggest to Kovas a few years ago.
The rest of your life is basically a mask of sanity hiding a very immoral person. Your crimes are vast, routine and you could care less. Your parents failed you, the inn failed you, even your "mentor" failed you and as far as you're concerned you only managed to achieve your goals because YOU took charge of the situations that presented themselves and thrived.
This outlook on life never changes. You take what you want and you use people as you see fit. You never regret your decisions and feel only a weak fool would suffer any sort of guilt or remorse.
And thanks to your intelligence, you mange to avoid punishment and you experience a death not granted to any of your many victims: Namely, you die as an old man peacefully in your bed.
You agree to help Dr. Kovas, and continue to "aquire" subjects for him, which you've become frighteningly good at. Time goes by and you even indulge in some of the actual killing. You certainly learn just as much from him as you do in "regular class." In your spare time you do a few experiments of your own on victims you capture. Dr. Kovas doesn't really approve since its taking time away from what he wants you to be helping him with, and he feels you're just bumbling around and engaging in sadistic torture for your own twisted pleasure. (To be fair he's partially right at this point)
As for his experiments, you still don't see him making any more progress. He has managed to get the zombies to be relatively docile with training, but they're still relatively mindless. He's a scientifically minded necromancer at this point, but he's not even doing anything that useful with it. He keeps saying that he WILL succeed in bringing a being back to life fully intact without the zombification element, but it doesn't seem possible. Not even the old school magicians of legend could do that. Once the brain is completely dead, it's dead! Even through his verbal abuse you still used to respect Dr. Kovas for his dedication and his knowledge, but lately he's just been looking like a crazy old fool.
"Argh grah!"
"Well that's another one for the cages, or are we going to dispose of this one?" you ask in a bored tone as Dr. Kovas fails to completely "resurrect" another one.
"Damn! I strengthened the dose to compensate for her vegetarian diet! She shouldn't be trying to bite me!"
"Y'know we've been doing this for about a year now and we've still made a lot of progress."
"I'VE made a lot of progress, but what is your point?"
"My point is, maybe this just isn't in the cards. Maybe we can't bring someone back, well not in a good way at least."
"Hmmm, what is this? A moment of conscience? Some sort of introspective that we're not supposed to play diety? You losing your passion for this work?" Dr. Kovas says with a sneer.
"Ha ha ha ha! No, perish the thought." You laugh
"Oh? Then what is it?"
"Well I've been thinking "
"Ha ha ha ha! Oh this SHOULD be amusing."
You make a slight facial tic at this insult, but then continue hoping that your "mentor" will listen to you.
"What I was going to say is we've got the medical knowledge and equipment to run a good body legging business. Lots of demand for body parts on the black market. And with the advances we have made with incitathol we could even sell some of the tamer zombies to wannabe necromancers or even for pit fights. It certainly would put our skills to better use."
Dr. Kovas sighs and shakes his head at you.
"Oh my dear boy, you have learned NOTHING while serving under me! First of all, what's this we business? I'M the only real doctor here; you haven't even finished medical school yet! You think you can dare put yourself on my level just because I've allowed you to aid me and you cut up a few bubble headed co-eds? Hah! Not bloody likely! Second, you still don't get it do you? Science is not supposed to be for profit! It's about the challenges and over coming them! You want to make money why don't you go reopen that little inn you used to have and serve swill to the other low lives? Now grab that mallet over there, smash this zombie's head in and dispose of it. Menial labor is about all you're good for anyway."
You grab the mallet, but you don't smash the zombie's head in, you smash Dr. Kovas head in instead. His arrogance and complacency allows you to get in a good shot without him expecting it and he falls to the floor bleeding profusely from the head. You kneel down to finish him off.
"YOU (WHAM!) FUCKING (WHAM!) PIECE OF (WHAM!) FUCKING (WHAM!) SHIT!" you shout at the top of your lungs while you beat the good doctor's brains into pulp.
After you've satisfied your bloodlust, you sit back and think about your next move. The tied up zombie girl on the table is disturbing your concentration with her growling so you shove some of Kovas' brains in her mouth while you plan
Your major obstacle is explaining Doctor Kovas' disappearance. This actually isn't that much of a problem though. The man wasn't well liked at all by his peers so nobody really goes looking for him. You are eventually asked questions by the Klyton militia, but you simply say one day you showed up to assist him and he was gone with no warning. They also ask if you know much about any of the disappearance of young girls around the university, but you say you don't know much except that it's pretty horrible. Again there is some suspicion, but not really on you and more on him.
It probably helped that the first thing you did was completely clean his lab, and left vague incriminating evidence pointing to him if suspicion should ever come up about anything. The second thing you did was clean out his savings (Lucky for you the old bastard didn't believe in keeping it at a bank) but live frugally in a cheap apartment again.
By the time you finish up medical school you're in the clear and Dr. Kovas' disappearance is chalked up to him doing something illegal and then fleeing the city. You on the other hand are now a fully-fledged doctor with access to all that entails
It doesn't need to be said that your time with Dr. Kovas warped you and while you managed to lay low when necessary, you now feel more freedom to engage in all those ideas you tried to suggest to Kovas a few years ago.
The rest of your life is basically a mask of sanity hiding a very immoral person. Your crimes are vast, routine and you could care less. Your parents failed you, the inn failed you, even your "mentor" failed you and as far as you're concerned you only managed to achieve your goals because YOU took charge of the situations that presented themselves and thrived.
This outlook on life never changes. You take what you want and you use people as you see fit. You never regret your decisions and feel only a weak fool would suffer any sort of guilt or remorse.
And thanks to your intelligence, you mange to avoid punishment and you experience a death not granted to any of your many victims: Namely, you die as an old man peacefully in your bed.
