About me:
Being an alchemist in a modern world was difficult, especially with how easy it was to unveil a person’s true nature, what with all the fancy surveillance technology and such. But by some gargantuan gesture of Lady Luck herself, throughout his whole life he somehow managed to hide his abilities from both the masses, and the government. Honestly the odds of him being caught were so high that he could be considered a statistical improbability. Some people of his caliber might want to parse the secrets of immortality, or transmute lead into gold. Not him though, he much preferred doing idle research and lazying about like a strung out slob. He could afford to do so, so why not take advantage of the little things in life? Unfortunately, his simple dream of relaxation often finds itself tossed out a window and onto oncoming traffic as problem after problem presents itself like an infestation of rats. Between avoiding shady organizations or brewing designer drugs for monstrous creatures who hid in plain sight, the young alchemist usually ends much more busy than he’d like.
ooc;; Heyo! Thanks for the add! I know you're profile is under construction seems like, but whenever you're free/willing I'd love to hear about your muse's lore! Maybe we can brainstorm sometime soon and get to writing! If brainstorming sparks your interest, I just ask a reply via messages. (Better for my memory recollection and I won't have to pester you to remind me of things!)
