Jamie
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Description
Appearance
A rather tall, bald-headed figure with brilliant green eyes and a bright red robe. Their skin is a translucent grey, flickering in and out of existence as a complex mass of wires, tubes and canisters churn around their body to keep it stable and operating sufficiently.
Personality
If one had to pick a word to describe Jamie, it would be: “Driven”. Since the death of their long-term partner they’ve been hard at work to bring him back, whatever the cost. To others, this makes them look like one hell of a closed-off and cold individual. Ultimately they are the epitome of a mad scientist - albeit a good deal more sedate and laconic.
History
Much of Jamie’s past is unknown even to them. As a petitioner from the ‘Holiday Resort’ plane, they were trapped in a life of nothingness ‘till the plane consumed them.
Then along came a man called O - no further nomenclature given. He was a sarcastic clone with a love of invention - leading the charge on arcane prosthetics and integration. For Jamie, it was love at first sight, which was quickly reciprocated. They were quite content to sit in their little island, alone together for time immemorial.
Thing is, O wasn’t dead. He believed he was, that’s for sure. The Plane on which he was bound however, was a tricky one. A plane of relaxation and indulgence, Celebro had the unfortunate effect of convincing those who stayed along its shores for too long that they were, in fact, dead. The dead cannot leave, and as such, O believed he could not either… but he could.
When a band of adventurers - including O’s siblings - swooped in and borrowed him for an epic throwdown with their lich of a father, the illusion was broken. O kissed Jamie goodbye, and left with the adventurers.
He never returned.
A simple sending one day later shattered Jamie’s heart and set in forth a chain of events that would lead to the birth of a faction: “O is dead. Sorry.”
Jamie set to work, determined to find out what had happened to O and, if possible, undo it. They entered into O’s workshop, and set to work trying to figure out a way off their plane. A way to Sigil.
Turns out they had a knack for artificing. They learned the ropes in no time at all, and were rapidly pushing forth with ground-breaking research and technology, all alone on their volcanic beach paradise. They managed to synthesise a substance known as Mythyllar - belief and power of mind made solid and captured within fragile green glass. They wove the strands of molten glass about their body, encasing themselves in the most fragile phylactery of pulsating machinery, and stepped through the portal to Sigil.
They knew the risks - that doing so would likely consign themselves to oblivion in the end. That it was the purest expression of dissent and chaos there was.
They did it anyway.
Now, years later, they have their answers.
And they're so close to getting him back.