[Mau] Clive Eversby

Personal Information
Name: Clive Eversby
Alias(es): Chimera, Bio-Punk, Dr. Eversby
Age: 36
Gender: Male
Race: Human (Mostly)
Pitch: A rough and tumble black sheep of a noble family, who uses his scientific genius to do vigilante work after forfeiting his inheritance to his twin sister in a fit of rebellion. Marvel as he bio-engineers himself into an amalgamation of different animals in a self-made “Beastboy” manner. To try and find some sort of moral anchor, he decided to take up teaching.
Genre:
Mystery and Crime
Tech and Sci-Fi
School and Slice of Life

Affiliations:
Head of the Science Department at Buster City High School
Biology teacher at Buster City High School
The Noble House of Eversby
Vigil (Formerly)


Background:


Though he’s technically the ‘older’ twin between himself and his sister Evelyn, Clive was always the younger brother in the pair. From a young age the twins had a very clear split on which parent they took after. Clive, the explorative free spirit who loved to learn more and more about the natural world around him, loving to roam the family gardens with his mother Isabella, showing an aptitude for science at a very young age, it was unsurprising that the children of Archibald and Isabella would be remarkable in some way or another. Archibald, the ace fighter pilot who was a hero for Queen and Country and back home in time for tea. Isabella, genius chemist and microbiologist, bringing advances in her fields to better all of mankind. Clive and Evelyn had big shoes to fill, and for Clive it would be a rocky road to find the courage to do so, he had little interest in expectations or the family name.

Growing up, Clive often shirked his duties, ignoring lessons, sneaking out of the house, etc. General mischief and tomfoolery. In stark contrast, his sister was the golden child who did her duties to their fullest, acting much more like an heiress than Clive who wanted nothing of inheritance. The only person who was ever really able to get through to the boy was his mother, she had a way with him that no one else seemed to be able to figure out, letting him think that they were his ideas instead of telling him what to do. The little rebel didn’t stand a chance against the cleverness of the common woman who stole Archibald Eversby’s heart.

As the twins found themselves, Clive coming into his own in the sciences, his mother’s nudges pushing him to explore and do as his heart bid him to. This led him to study biology, and he took to it like a fish to water, the boy’s scientific mind bringing him more and more attention from labs across the nation. Evelyn however was the standout child once more, where her father was the master pilot in the Queen’s Airforce, Evelyn was shaping up to be quite the sharpshooter. At a young age taking home 1st place medals in competitions the world over, Evelyn Eversby was quite the commodity for the Queen’s Country to have. It was then, in the prime of their youth when tragedy struck in the form of war. They were scarcely through their teen years when the sirens started, this was not a normal war, there was chaos happening across the planet in ways no one ever expected. Sea-Monsters rose and besieged the islands at the bidding of the Fisher King, the Wild King spurned on the Fae of the world to revolt in a bloodlust, and the Reaper King walked alone, cleaving all in his path. The Three Kings wrought death and chaos that no one had ever thought to fear. It was a short war, but a war nonetheless. By the end of it the Eversby family received the news that Archibald had been killed in the line of duty.

Life was a lot colder after that. Clive left home from the funeral, having packed and made arrangements with a very up and coming company with an amazing sciences department, giving him full run of his research into this Blank gene he was developing. Months later he received news that his sister had taken up work with a multi-national military (The MN) that had formed in the wake of the Three Kings, it seemed like they were both running away from home.



Now in his mid twenties, life has not gone the way Clive expected. He had fallen hard from his position at the lab, a few moral misconduct suits against him for his testing methods sent him right out, the papers calling him a modern day Frankenstein when he was caught testing on illegally acquired corpses. Clive took what assets he still had and purchased a small warehouse to keep working out of, keeping an income flow by manufacturing psychedelics and other interesting substances for the local street scum to enjoy. The research mattered more than other people’s wellbeing. At this point, let me describe our….wayward ex-noble. His hair is often greasy and matted, looking simply uncared for, which really fits most of his description at this time in his life. A mess of patchy facial hair, eyes glazed over and sunken with dark circles around them. Far cry from his later physique, he’s unhealthily skinny, his right arm looking utterly alien as it has been replaced with the earliest working prototype of a Blank limb, his skin looking more like white plastic, slightly like a mannequin arm. Cive kept his ratty lab coat on, plus a glove over the hand, to keep people less freaked out….made a decent intimidation tactic though. Needless to say, he looked rough, and a lot more like a homeless madman than someone of noble birth, but he had chosen this life. He could’ve gone home at any time, he chose not to, he didn’t want to have the responsibility of his name.

Gaining a bit of infamy on the street, he knew it wouldn’t be long before the law would poke around, what he didn’t expect at all was a vigilante to get him first. At the time he would’ve sworn the guy was like 7ft tall, a musclebound maniac with a club! But he wasn’t conscious long enough to get a good look, what he woke up to was a coltish teenager with a pair of...cyberpunk baseball bats? She had a pink cowl over her face, looking like a halloween express wanna be superhero, but it was the other one who spoke to him first. Sliding out of the dark back corner of the smoky room like a shadow was the most amazingly stereotypical private eye that Clive had ever had the pleasure of meeting. Miles was his name, he was grizzled, had dark features and hair, wore a long leather coat, always had a cigarette lit, and kept a massive hand cannon at his side. Besides that, he also sported a pair of robot arms, a funny contrast to Clive’s bio-engineered one. What the man had was a job offer, saw that Clive had some...talent, just seemed misguided. The other option was to have Thumper give him a few more beats over the head till he saw sense, the pink masked girl gave a twirl of a baseball bat and shot Clive a glare. Having better sense than that, Clive eagerly said he’d join up as long as the maniac kept her bats put away. That was how Clive got onto the path that would eventually make him a hero.

Before he could be a hero, first he had to work with this Miles fellow and the girl was his….sidekick? Her name was Judy, she liked to be called Thumper. She was a tiny barbarian. The job they “hired” him for was to help them find the missing wife of a local philanthropist, the pay was good and it seemed like there was definitely foul play afoot. Miles was the investigator, Clive was just backup muscle for the little tasmanian devil, and hopefully he could be of help with science stuff? Who knows. So they hit the streets and started hunting, it was pretty uneventful until they found out that the man they worked for was actually a mob boss, and a rival group had kidnapped his wife, leading them right into a room full of gangsters. Oh boy. The details are fuzzy, but for sure they got out with the wife in tow, Clive had a bullet in his shoulder, and probably broke a rib. But, they did the job and got paid. Taking a bit of a raise when Miles smooth talked through the fact that information had been withheld, he was always better at that than Clive, who usually told people to go fuck themselves. That first job got them enough rep on the streets that more work started piling up, but it wasn’t the incoming work that interested the trio at that point, it was more rumors on the street that there was a man who created some sort of….mind control collar. Not only that, but the word on the street was that the MN military was interested in the rumor as well, and that they were sending their newly promoted Colonel to handle the work. One Evelyn Eversby.

At this point, it had been at least three years since Clive had seen his twin sister, and it wasn’t like he could hide his surname from Miles and Judy, Eversby wasn’t the most common name in the world. Maybe they wouldn’t believe him? It was pretty reasonable to think he was making up that he was related to the renowned sniper, let alone being her twin, just look at him! No one who looked like him could possibly be a noble. It would be no wonder that the noblesse would distance themselves from him. All that aside, maybe they wouldn’t run into her? Clive’s luck had been turning up so far right?

The trio began their work looking into this Derrick fella who was supposedly the inventor of these mind control collars. As it turned out, he was a disgruntled ex-employee of the same labs that Clive used to work for, Clay Labs. The team began their work, with Clive using most of his time to fully relocate his lab setup to the office space that they had purchased with the revenue from their other job, he even had time to make a few adjustments to his Blank gene, starting the framework for creating legs one day. As with any good detective type story, things went awry from the get go due to any number of problems, such as being sold out. What they thought would be a trap for Derrick ended up being flipped on them, he ended up in the wind and Clive ended up losing his legs when a massive metal door shut on them as he was trying to escape.

They lived, but Clive was out of the game until he could fix himself. Thankfully, he was a genius who had nothing better to do. In the process of making his new legs he decided to tinker around with his eye, it was a messy job and he couldn’t make it look like it was any sort of normal eye (enter the eye patch, yarr).


Finally back on his feet, Clive decided it was time that he do something with himself in his free time besides fight crime….maybe the school was hiring? It wasn’t likely they’d turn down a noble right? Okay, Ex-noble. But he did have multiple doctorates! So it was that he applied to teach at BCHS to be the head of their science department, as well as be the biology teacher. Maybe this would be the key to fixing his relationship with his family, maybe he could be who he was supposed to? Fuck that second one, the first bit sounded neat though.





Appearance
Profile:

Description: There aren't many like Clive Eversby, well okay at first glance you'd think there are plenty like him, what with his blonde hair, his deep green eyes, squared jaw, broad shoulders, and cocky grin. He looks just like you'd expect a noble heir to look. Once upon a time, you'd have been right. The Clive that we know today has all the above things, he stands around 6'3", filling out his height with 180ish lbs of cut muscle from years of fighting, a multitude of scars each with their own story. Let’s dive into a bit more detail on our young ex-noble, shall we?

To start, one of the first things you might note about Clive is that he wears an eye-patch on his left eye most of the time, is this due to some accident that left him with only one? Perhaps in a fight? Maybe a lab accident? No, no this was a self inflicted change. Clive’s left eye has been replaced with a “blank” as he calls it, leaving it a pure white orb when not “activated” [This will be further explained in his gear/ability sections] so he prefers to keep the mystery as well as leaving others without having to see the odd sight. Under the eye is a jagged scar about an inch long, presumably from shoddy knife work when the surgery was done. His other eye, the regular one, is a vibrant emerald. More often than not, Clive looks a bit disheveled; his blonde hair often at wild angles like he just woke up, really only pushing it out of the way with his hand if he ever gets bothered by it. Unless he’s on a streak of no-sleep days, it usually looks clean, but that doesn’t mean there aren’t the errant greasy days. Most of the time, there’s a bit of stubble across his face, he probably shaved a few days ago, and will in a few days again, rarely does he have a real beard unless he’s feeling a bit cheeky. When that happens he likes to don a bit of a goatee, a bit of an homage to a bow wielding superhero he loved as a kid.

Despite what your conceptions of him as a lab dwelling nerd might be, Clive has actually seen a fair bit of action, and his physique reflects that nowadays. While he might not be extremely musclebound, under his clothes is a lean form of cut muscle from years of having to fight to survive. Similarly, you’d then see the scars that riddle his body; across his chest are eight nasty lines at various angles looking to be about 2-3 inches long, as well as what looks like a nearly perfect bullet wound over his heart, with a matching one parallel on his back. His abdomen is marked across with less nasty scars, most looking like long and shallow slashes. Next are the rings that mark where his arms were replaced at the shoulder, and his legs at the pelvis. The newly attached limbs look just like they should, if not a bit ‘new’ compared to the rest of him.

On most occasions he’ll be seen wearing very casual clothes, doing a lot of his work wearing jogger style sweatpants, some beaten up sneakers, probably a tee-shirt, and absolutely a lab coat! Outside of his working attire, the biggest difference is probably that he loses the lab coat in favor of a hoodie. If he’s ever heading into what could very well be a fight, he’ll don a set of military pants, and shoes that are usually easy to remove, a sleeveless shirt under a lightweight flak vest, and a zip up hoodie. The pants are made of an extremely flexible material that can stretch up to ten times the original size and still return to normal (necessary for some of his skill set).

Enzyme Rig: What at first looks like a cuff style bracelet is actually the means by which Clive achieves his transformations. It is mostly made of the same flexible material as his pants, however there are a series of nine metallic circles on the underside of the wrist, each one being a touch point that corresponds with one of the transformative enzymes that inject from the inside of the cuff into his wrist. Upon use of one it will eject the empty cartridge, each one having three uses before requiring a reload.

Reload Panel: As opposed to having to memorize what goes where on his rig, Clive had a simple reloading mechanism designed. It is a matching array of nine circles that is attached to the side of his belt, allowing him to press his wrist to it and it refills the empty zones on the rig. This holds up to 6 reloads for each of the zones on his rig. When expended Clive can eject the reload cartridge with another if he has one, though he rarely carries more than one reload unless he’s heading into a particularly hairy situation.

First Aid Kit: Situations often call for a simple first aid kit for all sorts of wounds, and he’s prepared for ‘em. Inside he has; Gauze, bandages, needle & thread for stitches, a splint, burn cream, pain killers, fever suppressant, iodine, tweezers, medical scissors, antiseptic, antibiotics, medical tape, and a small manual for various first aid situations.
Abilities:

Mad Scientist: Clive has always been both highly intelligent, and quite odd, the mix of the two producing a very creative mind that would change biology, and bio-engineering for his generation. As he understood that some of his experiments were….less than ethical, he often uses his own DNA to create the necessary human factor by growing clones of his own limbs and such as opposed to looking for willing test subjects. In his years of experience he had even had to surgically replace his own arm on one occasion.


Genius Biologist & Bio-Engineer: His methods may be questionable, but when Clive sets his mind to something, it is going to be quite difficult to sway him from his goal. One such goal was to be able to create a fast acting transformation in cells, the original project was supposed to be for a guerilla soldier platoon project to give them an edge in the wild. There are two main components of this key part of his arsenal.


Arms: His arms he can transform to mimic various animals, some made to scale for a human body, and even hybridized forms that utilize certain animal traits.




Legs: As with his arms, Clive has modified his legs with Blanks, though his pool of choices and abilities is not quite the same.



Eye: The final portion of his body that he’s modified is his left eye. Unlike his arms, and his legs, the eye is purely white and marbled until he finishes perfecting the process for the vastly different body part. Until then, he usually keeps an eyepatch on the eye, so as not to freak people out, he can see through the eye as normal however.