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Created on 2006-04-22 05:42:03 (#10084370), last updated 2008-04-06

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Basic Info
Name:Dr. Octavian A. Hojo
Location:United States
Bio
OOC INFORMATION

Name: Kex
Age: 21
Personal Journal: [info]synthesize
Messenger/Email: AIM/scientifLc


IC INFORMATION

Character Name: Professor Hojo/Dr. Octavian Hojo
Original Series: Final Fantasy VII(original game canon only)
Age: mid-60s in canon/38 for AF
Profession: R&D/biochemist for a prominent pharmaceutical company, Rememdium Pharmaceuticals.
Weapon of Choice: Scalpels/syringes(I wonder if induced embolism works on the undead?)/acids/lab-type stuff. Has a pistol but, as it needs reloading and bullets are hard to come by, it's almost never used.

Appearance: Hojo is not an immediately imposing figure. He's rather tall, at a surprising 6'5", but abysmally thin and with a lankiness that he never seemed to leave behind in adolescence. He has a long face and spidery hands, and his hair is an oily black and often hangs in his face. His features are angular and harsh, and a pair of round, wire-rimmed glasses perch in front of his calculating black eyes, though they give him a rather owlish look considering the stringiness of the rest of him. While he can dress well if the situation calls for it, he normally prefers more simplistic clothing that's easy to replace should it get suddenly splashed with dangerous chemicals.

Personality: A deceivingly calm, methodical man, Hojo might be said to have the patience of a saint if there were anything at all saintly about him. In reality it simply takes a lot to get under his skin, and a lot more to get him to show that you've gotten to him(though if you do manage to irritate him, one can be assured that the consequences will be as dire as he can get away with). It is rare that he uses force or true intimidation to get what he wants; given his stringy form it would be unlikely to work. No, Hojo prefers to toy with you, to get you to give in before you realize you have. Of course, if he doesn't want anything specific from you, he may just toy with you for the fun of it.

If you get him on a topic he enjoys(or knows more than a little bit about) he does have a habit of going on long after the other party has lost interest. He's self-assured; being right is of utmost importance. Out of this need for correctness comes a somewhat dangerous hunger for knowledge, extending well past his most obvious field of expertise. If a bit of information is written down somewhere, chances are he's read it, and if he hasn't it's only for time constraints.

History/Bio: Hojo was the half-Japanese son of a wealthy family in upstate New York, and the product of what was an extremely scandalous marriage at the time(one of his father's favorite stories was about how his unwilling father-in-law showed up at the wedding with his lawyer and a clipboard, altering his will right in the middle of the ceremony). He wanted for very little as a child, although he was eventually not allowed to have pets after one too many times finding them in pieces around the house. Since all this was before modern psychiatric medicine he was simply considered troubled, and his mother's half of the family couldn't help but exude 'told you so' whenever they happened to be around.

In spite if, or maybe because of, his sociopathic tendencies, he was a very bright child; his parents began pushing him towards medicine and the sciences in an effort to channel his habits into more productive things, rather than simply antagonizing the neighborhood by making off with other peoples' cats, and he took to it not unlike helicase to an unwound chromosome. His antisocial tendencies were really only exacerbated by his newfound obsession, and for the most part his childhood was taken up with studying, lying low where(and when) applicable, and making a nuisance of himself whenever he felt he could get away with it.

Despite his excellent school record, it was mostly his family's money that got him accepted at the Massachusetts Institute of Technology at 17, not that he was going to complain. He finished his undergraduate work by the time he was 20 and then seemed to hit a roadblock. With global anxiety coming to a head and increased racial tension pretty much everywhere, his theses were rejected systematically until the end of World War II, when he was finally granted the PhD that he felt he'd already earned several times over.

A year later and he was hired onto the R&D department of a struggling pharmaceutical company, where he made himself very much at home and began to bring the company out of the financial pit it was in, mostly through flexibly moral research and a steady stream of scholastic papers, strengthening his credibility. He quickly came to sit at the head of the department and remains there now, with the company becoming a major presence in the industry despite occasional rumors of pollution, questionable ethics, and unforeseen problems with its medication -- such things were rather commonplace in the industry, after all.


RP SAMPLES:

First Person Sample:
[kssht]

In order to facilitate further understanding of these creatures that have begun to wander the streets, I will ask that any and all specimens or samples, living or dead, be delivered to the Pleasantville Clinic for further study.

[a short pause]

...And try not to damage them too terribly if it's at all possible.

[click]
Third Person Sample:
Hojo could already tell that he was going to dislike this little town, if it could be called a town instead of an exhibit. Identical little houses, identical little people, and more than likely a strict absence of anything even remotely different or interesting. It was beyond him how a place like this would produce a half-decent medical school, but apparently it had, and now he was here to investigate it, part recruitment and part collaboration on possible graduate student opportunities with Rememdium. How in the world he'd ended up being the one to do this sort of thing was beyond him(he had research he could have been doing!), but at least he didn't have to pay for the hotel room for however long he had to be there.

Ideally that would be less than a week, but Hojo had some serious doubts that things would be that easy. In a place like this the first thing to do would be to find out if there were any half-decent bars in the area. That would make the time pass much more quickly.

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