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Character name: Dorian Ainsley


Character age: around 27-28


Nationality: English


Background/History: Raised in London, the only son of a wealthy family, Dorian took an interest in science at a young age. While his mother wanted him to marry into another wealthy family and settle comfortably in the life of high society, Dorian appealed to his father to let him attend a university and study to become a doctor. Afterall, he had sisters who could follow his mother's wishes.

He was in his third year of university when he began studying the different experimental proceedures and took an interest. He decided to travel to other countries to study these proceedures first-hand, hoping to learn things of interest that would be put to good use in the medical field.


Personality: Dorian is, despite his upbringing, a gentle soul. His interest in becoming a doctor is due to wanting to help others. He can be, at times, arrogant, but never thinks himself above his betters. Having a thirst for knowledge, particularly science and medicine, Dorian studies hard when learning, be it new techniques in caring for patients or more mundane activities. While having a strong appreciation for life and treating all of God's creatures with respect, Dorian is also a man of science and has learned that neccessary sacrifices must be made to further the advance of medicine.

Not one really for vices, Dorian does enjoy smoking tobacco, having picked up the habit along his travels. Occasionally he can become frantic as well, especially when he feels he's on the verge of a breakthrough in his research and work. While not outright mean, he will be short with people he's not fond of and take to avoiding them.


Short physical description: Tall and of a slim build, Dorian can be described as more beautiful than handsome. His pale skin is a nice contrast to long dark hair that he wears pulled back and gathered at the nape of his neck. His large blue eyes hold a look to them that might be thought of as inquisitive and open. A small pinkish scar marrs his left temple from where he took a fall on a ship during one of his voyages.

His style of dress is fashionable and current with popular styles, or at least he tries, anyway. Sometimes it's hard to keep up with fashion on one's travels.


How did they find out about Moreau and what brought them to interact with him? Dorian has only vaguely heard of Moreau, having been given one of the Moreau's Horrors! pamphlets while attending university. His curiousity on the proceedures the man was working on has been part of the drive to travel and research alternate and experimental science and medicine, hoping to find the exiled scientist and learn from him.

Character name: Cristoval Sebastian Ramos Jiverez
or, simply, Cristoval Ramos...
or Cris if you want to tick him off.
Character age: 38
Nationality: Spaniard

Background/History: Cristoval Sebastian Ramos Garcia (my character’s father) was a navigator for the Santa Ana 30, a flag ship for the Spanish Armada which was captained by Juan Martínez de Recalde.

Cristoval Jr. never knew him.

Cristoval Jr. was born in Barcelona Spain a few days before word reached Mary Anna Jiverez Vasquez that Cristoval Sr. had died at sea. Because of this, Cris was named after his father. Cristoval’s mother died soon after of consumption. (It may seem contrived to me or you, but such things happened every day in the Spanish Empire.) Cristoval was raised by his uncle Carlos Jóse Ramos Garcia, who was a lumberjack, the traditional trade of the Ramos family. It was from him that Cristoval learned to live modestly despite one’s resources.

After an above average childhood, Cristoval used some of his newly inherited money to enter into an academy that had medical facilities. (the kind that was built next to a undertaker’s home if you know what I mean) Unfortunately he was roomed with a dreamer. Before the end of his training, Cristoval left Barcelona... Spain... Europe, and the entire eastern world for ‘Tobacco Island,’ employed as the medical aid on a bedraggled ship called the Infanta Sueño.

Leaving with several hundred men and a healthy herd of livestock... eighty men and two hundred head of livestock were still alive when they landed on a desolate, marshy peninsula. It was not that Cristoval had failed in his job, rather, the hired Doctor died of dementia. Cristoval learned more on that boat than he ever could have by poking at corpses. He was also already becoming known for his strange approach to medicine, which stemmed from the fact that he cared for both the crew and their varied livestock. It was also here that Cristoval became interested in medicinal drugs. When they landed, the whittled crew found a small encampment and was at least lucky enough to survive.

After a few years, a few homes, and a few wives, Cristoval grew tired of Florida. Actually... Florida more or less grew tired of him. Either way, he ended up hoping a ship to Cuba. Then in his late twenties, the now self-appointed Dr. Ramos picked out a small group of plantations and worked as a Doctor. A year and six unexplained disappearances later, he was also Governor Ramos. Records of the county grew vague as it was suspected to be plagued with a native disease, or angry spirits, or a massive patchwork beast, or some demented surgeon... the next that was heard from Gov. Cristoval Sebastian Ramos Jiverez MD., he was also a captain. He captained a small merchant ship that took erratic trips between Spain and Africa, and he was said to be missing an eye. A few illustrated books of anatomy were published.

Now Cristoval, on the brink of "old age" has gotten word of a man with similar interests, and more experience...

Personality: Cristoval is a Spaniard. Arrogant, proud, lustful, wrathful, but in the end, not a bad guy. He is a good man who does bad things for selfish reasons. With seven wives and countless lovers left overseas, he’s quite a lady’s man, and he is in constant competition with any male he interacts with. If a question is asked he has an answer, whether it’s right or not, he’ll defend it to his last breath, for his word has, at one point in his life, actually been law. His secrets are his, and yours will be sooner or later. These, however, are his natural tendencies, now he must be subordinate, for it is in his interest to learn from Moreu. He will have to suppress his base nature and, more importantly, hide his shady past in order to be trusted as an employee... in his opinion anyway.

Cristoval considers humans as an ignorant form of animal. He has taken close care of many diverse species, and is frustratingly familiar with the complexities of fatally invasive body modification, though to him Moreu seems a miracle worker, or perhaps a god.

Short physical description: For his age, Cristoval appears young, attribute to his strict regiment of exercise and a protein-heavy diet. He has various scars on his rough, tanned skin. Many of the scars are clean and feint, though most around his joints have not healed as well. He is relatively short and thin. His sun bleached brown hair is cut with the same blade he uses to shave, so it’s ragged looking. He stays cleaner than most, which for the times means he bathes once a week, but he’ll wash his hair every morning along with his hands and face. His face is round but his features are angular, accented appreciatively by a small eye patch. No scars surround the patch, so one can only assume the eye was gouged out. He wears a mismatch of Spanish, colonial and Native American clothes in a manner that is mysterious and alien to most of traditional European upbringing. Also, since he’s spent a good amount of his life on boats, he has a bit of a sway.

How did they find out about Moreau and what brought them to interact with him? Cristoval got word of Moreu through hearsay during a trip to Africa. He was then 34. Because of his resources, it only took a year to track down a solid lead to an actual person. At that point it was only a matter of seduction and intimidation before he knew where to go to find a guy who might now where the guy who knows a guy who sees a guy leave for a nameless place with resources that he doesn’t come back with. The first time he got this far... it was a dead end... as were his second, third, fourth and fifth attempt, starting from square one... and many people wound up missing.

At 38, Cristoval’s search took him to England, where he literally found an ad in a newspaper.

Character name: Edwin Kortig

Character age: 34

Nationality: German

Physical description: Edwin is taller than most men, standing with broad shoulders and a body that time his started to tax. While formerly fit and trim in his prime, his time spent in the laboratories back home has started to soften him. His blue eyes seem cold and stern under a firm brow and his squared nose harden his expressions. He has a strong jaw line, and a trendy handle bar mustache that, despite his blonde hair, is a medium shade of brown. His hair, often covered by his white military hat, is cut short, with sideburns growing down to the base of his ears, hairline ever creeping up his forehead, and is often uncombed, necessitating the hat. Over one eye he sports a monocle for purely aesthetic reasons. He feels it makes him appear more intelligent and sophisticated.

He generally can be found in a white military long coat, preferring it to the lighter lab coats many of his colleagues wear. Beneath it, he wears a like-colored military shirt, and sand-colored pants tucked neatly into his boots. While he brought other clothes to the island, he is seldom seen in them raising a question of his laundry habits.

Personality: A gruff and uptight man, openly dissenting to the opposite sex and other races and religions, he is simply put, a bigot, and consequently disliked by many. He believes in the superiority of people like him, and in his superiority over that group and often will drift off into megalomaniacal monologues or other seemingly prepared speeches. He has equally been known to lapse into his mother tongue when particularly frustrated as a way to both vent his anger and at the very least hamper the understanding of such sudden, violent outbursts.

He was once perfectly sane, and at least slightly more tolerant of others but his time alone in the labs left him with the delusions of grandeur from which he now suffers. Deep down, he genuinely cares for those around him, but it is so buried beneath his home-bred bigotry few have the chance to see it.

Adversely, he cares for the animals lovingly. Unconditional of sex or origin, he seems to relate more to them than others of his own species and the few times anyone has seen him smile are always in the presence of one of his animal “friends”.

Background/History: Edwin was born in a small town far from modern cities and large buildings. His father was from one of those places but moved to the countryside with his wife at her request. She practiced natural medicine in the town she was born and raised in, learning what her father could teach her, and earning the trust of the townsfolk while he was still alive. In the secluded town few knew much about medicine and as such only she could treat the farm animals and family pets. His father spent much of his time at home, not doing anything, having lost his spark for life not long after moving to what he thought was such a desolate place. Edwin couldn’t relate well to his father and spent many of his early years with his mother, learning her trade and playing with the neighbors’ animals. He had once even nursed a raccoon caught in a crude snare back to health. His father thought boys should play sports and often made half-hearted attempts to get Edwin interested. His father never truly cared, though and what most perceived as an attempt at father-son bonding Edwin knew was not so innocent.

He was most unaware of the situation his family was in. His parents had only married to avoid the repercussions of bearing a child before marriage and they often fought over petty things. Edwin often was sent to a neighbors house “for the night” to protect him from the shouting matches that followed. As such, hen grew up ignorant of this and was happy for many years until his tenth year when his world fell apart. His mother had been exposed to a rare flu found mainly in birds and was struck ill. Her death took Edwin’s innocence with it, and he was left with his father as sole care-giver.

They moved back to the city with little notice only two days after her funeral and Edwin never saw his friends or any wild animals for many years. Now father knew best and the bitterness festering within him soon spread to the naïve and impressionable boy. His father could only get a low-wage factory job and they lived in terrible conditions. The city didn’t remove his father’s edge and Edwin often found himself in a place he realized his mother had been all too often, the doctor must have thought him a klutz, falling down the stairs so often. When Edwin was old enough, he was enlisted in the army, against his will, but he had been hardened by this point and was ready to leave his father behind. He knew as he boarded that train to camp that neither of them would ever write but he didn’t care and looked ahead with grim certainty. They would never see each other again; Edwin would make sure.

More years of hard conditioning followed, though he never saw a war. After camp he stayed in the military, his new family, and it gave him direction. He took test after test, studied for hours on end and slowly earned higher and higher ranks, working his way up the chain of command. It was here, in his twenty-sixth year that he had been given access to the restricted science lab. They were always developing some new weapon or chemical though he didn’t know for what ends. He spent many hours overseeing the researchers though he commanded little authority over them. He was more of an enforcer, reminding the scientists where their loyalties lie.

Edwin soon began to feel something small in him growing. Science reminded him of his mother and with her, all the painful memories of his past. He spent many nights alone, crying himself to sleep, all the weakness having finally caught up with him, but in time, the tears passed and he awoke one morning with a new passion. He began to ask the researcher’s questions, and they initially took it in stride, perhaps it was part of his job, but eventually, they realized he was probing solely for himself. The head researcher, an aging man and well respected in the science community, admired his spark and took Edwin under his wing, giving him access to many of his university notes or old papers and text books to sate his appetite for knowledge. Eventually, he began doing his own work in the lab at his request, and he soon ceased all military duties though his officer attitude remained.

At age thirty he was the youngest researcher there, no official degree in science but he did know enough to keep up. The other researchers simply saw him as a child and gave him their busy work to keep him occupied and out of their way. He spent many long years and hours there, alone after dark sometimes not sleeping for days. He worked hard, but never commanded any respect. At least not any more but he was sure of his path. His friend at the top of the chain gave him some more meaningful tasks, but only he seemed to care much for the man. In time, he began to worry that Edwin was losing his grip on sanity and often urged him to take some time off, or go home, but it was to no avail.

Three years later Edwin had an adult Pygmy Hippopotamus imported to the lab. He named her Odelia, for his mother and she was often the brunt of many jokes concerning Edwin and his lack of another female friend. He got his own area sectioned off thanks to his friend up top, and went along conducting his own private research after hours, often infringing on normal working hours. The other researchers took it in stride, preferring the young man to stay clear of them. He often heard them refer to him as ”Eine Moreau” and he asked his friend what that meant. Possessing a strong sense of tact, he simply explained who Doctor Moreau was and what he did. He also reminded Edwin to pay the others little heed; they just thought he was a little too young for this.

Edwin went along to research anything he could find with sparse results. Another year went by and Edwin began talking about Doctor Moreau to the others in the lab. They took it in stride, none of them taking the good doctor seriously, and went about their business until one day Edwin came in looking rather excited. He was holding a torn-out page of newspaper and going on about “leaving for the island”. He made the request to his friend, and with much deliberation, he allowed it, having heard numerous requests from the other workers to have Edwin removed from the facility. It was with much reluctance that he sent Edwin away, but ultimately, it was for the best and Edwin left Germany for the remote Island of Doctor Moreau with Odelia in tow.

Finding Moreau: Dr. Moreau was a well known scientist in Edwin’s circle of colleagues, the term “Eine Moreau” being often used a derogatory for any scientist that was perceived to be insane. Edwin for many years heard this muttered quietly behind his back and began to research the scientist, finding only a few newspaper articles and a thesis by the good doctor. Years passed and finally, his obsession became too much that he couldn’t contain it anymore. He shared his views and ideas with his colleagues, and met only skepticism and ridicule. Time passed and he found an advertisement requesting help on Dr. Moreau’s private island and he showed it to the colleagues. It was getting to be too much, so they elected to send Edwin to the island to both “appease the nut” and rid them of his stupidity. “He’d be a genius if he wasn’t such a nut…” With him, they sent the Hippo he had had imported. They hated its smell and knew it was part of his research, besides.

Character name: Bridgit (O'Rourke) Pemberton
Character age: 27
Nationality: Ireland
Background/History:
It had all happened in Bridgit's 11th year. A strange couple rolled into town, unlike anything Bridgit had ever seen. The woman was elegant and the man handsome, and neither of them were dirty or had raggedy clothes and Bridgit knew they had never known a day of hunger in their life.

Her mother was pregnant again, with what would be the 8th child in their family. It would be the 8th girl, considering Molly's record. Bridgit had watched from behind a door as the couple offered to "adopt" the unborn child and give her a good home, proper education, and anything a person could ever want.

She watched as her parents signed away her unborn sister.

Three months later the child was born, and to Bridgit's (and everyone else's) surprise, the child was a boy. The O'Rourke's were still, however, contractually bound to send a child, a female child. To her even greater surprise, it took her parents all of a half hour to decide to send their youngest: Bridgit. After all, the contract hadn't said a baby girl, had it? And Thomas O'Rourke was not about to let his first and only son go to some rich English snobs.

Bridgit did the only thing she could think of. She ran. Unfortunately, her father was too quick for her. He caught her and locked her in her room. The next morning when her parents opened her door, they found a beaming Bridgit, her bright red hair shorn off and lying around her on the floor. What perfect British couple would want such an ugly little girl now?

Thomas was furious and beat Bridgit, and then put her on the boat with one small bag of clothing.

Imagine the surprise of the British couple to find on their doorsteps, not the sweet moldable baby girl they had thought they were getting, but a black and blue, short haired, 11 year old girl. She was everything they had planned their baby not to be. Her cockney accent was strong, she was as stubborn as her hair was red, she was uneducated, but to their relief, not unintelligent.

Bridgit laid on a small servants mat in front of the kitchen fire the first night as she listened to Margaret and George Pemberton argue about what to do with 'that girl'. Margaret, already, had taken a liking to her and wanted to keep her. George wanted to sell her and try again, with a new couple. Maybe not even Irish, he suggested. Why not try the orphanage in the next town? Margaret would hear none of it, and George loved his wife dearly, and agreed to take in the child, for his wife's sake.

The red-haired girl’s education began the very next day. She was eager to learn, and worked hard to correct her cockney accent, as she saw her new father cringe every time she spoke. She learned to read, write, sing, play the harp and even speak a little Italian.

She never once tried to run. Who would? Her real parents had sold her, and she was wanted there. Margaret showered her with presents and clothing and finery. When Bridgit turned 18, her mother became ill and died 7 months later. Her father was heartbroken, and clung to Bridgit with all his might. The Irish child that had turned up on his step 7 years earlier was now the apple of his eye. Her hair had grown out long ago to beautiful, perfect curls. She spoke, walked, and acted perfect. After her adoptive mother died, she took on the Pemberton last name permently and dropped out her old name.

She had many suitors, but Mr. Pemberton would find fault with each one and sheltered her.

Even though she was rarely allowed out, there was plenty to do inside the Pemberton's huge manor. Bridgit chose to pour through the volumes and volumes of huge tomes in her father’s library. Her favorites were studying human and animal anatomy. She noticed similarities in the cats and human's bone structure and became fascinated with finding more similarities among other animals.

Then one day she read an article about the (in)famous Dr. Alphonse Moreau.

Personality: In appearance, Bridgit is the model of how a Victorian gentlewoman should act. She displayed innocence, virtue, being dutiful to her father, and ignorant of intellectual opinion. She was the perfect facade of a delicate flower.

In actuality, she is anything but. Although she tries to obey her father, her downfall is her brash, Irish background, which flares quite frequently. She has a short temper and is quick to lash out. She is well read in current events, always reading the newspaper, as her father could never say no to her after his wife passed away. She laughs often and easily, and is amiable with anyone.

Short physical description: Bridgit is your typical Irish girl. She has bright red hair, curls aplenty and a face of freckles. She's a bit taller then the rest of her sisters were, being 5' 9''. She also filled out more then her sisters, with a slightly curvy body. Her eyes are a bright green, but hidden behind large round glasses.

Her father allowed her to wear loose fitting dresses that she had been used to in Ireland inside the house, but when she went out (or if company was expected) she would wear the fancy dresses (corset and all), appropriate for her status.

How did they find out about Moreau and what brought them to interact with him?
Bridgit saw Dr. Moreau’s name long ago while going through her fathers books, and as of late had been seeing the name again and again in the papers that she read, all of them denouncing him and calling him a crackpot, madman and inhumane. While she could understand his fascination with changing the animals shape to be more like a human’s (she had often wondered what it would take to do that in her comparisons of human and animal bone structure), she was disgusted with what he was doing.

She decided to try to become one of his assistants, writing a letter to the Doctor, telling about her interest in bone structure and in his work. In her letter she took on her father’s name, George Pemberton and added Jr., saying she was his son. She had stolen a few of her father’s letters and studied them carefully, changing her looping letters to tight scrawling, hoping to make the writing look less feminine.

Some time later, when an acceptance letter came, she took a deep breath and chopped off all of her beautiful curls, bound her chest under her shirt (taken from her fathers wardrobe), her feminine eyes were hidden by her glasses, and stole away in the middle of the night, leaving a note saying she was off to study across the world (she had decided this would make her father less angry then saying she had eloped).

Her only goal when she stepped onto the shores of the island was to convince Moreau what he was doing was wrong, or short of that, sabotage his work.

Character name: Pindari, often called "Peter"
Character age: Early forties, exact unknown
Nationality: Australian, Aboriginal
Background/History: Pindari was born near the western coast of Australia in the late 1840s, precise year is a mystery, to a medicine man and a teenage village girl in a Wagiman tribe. His mother died shortly after his birth from complications that were attributed to bad thoughts on her part. He was raised within the community, with no real preference from his father as many of the other children were his half siblings. As he grew older it was realized that he shared his father's intelligence, and when the old man eventually died, it was announced that Pindari was to take his place. From his late teens, he spent his time exploring the land and learning about the plants and animals that inhabited the outback. Though he was skilled in natural medicines and identification, he had also developed a knack for navigation. As the years went on and as the Northern Gold Rush brought more and more British mamin (white men) onto the land, there were less and less places that remained untouched. Women and children were being abducted by the settlers, some sent on ships to the mainland, others kept as wives and workers. Eventually, only a few people remained in his tribe. Pindari was the next to be captured, though the men that captured him saw his skills. Instead of being put to work cleaning or repairing ships, he was placed with an inland expedition, alongside a few not so trustworthy convicts and Aborigines like himself. They were all prisoners, and though he hadn't committed any crime, he considered himself just as bad as the rest. The expedition was led by a rather vain man named Bartley, though Pindari could never really tell what made him so sure of himself as he fumbled through the bush. Under his command were two younger scientists, Hiser and Cobbs.

Bartley, Hiser, and Cobbs all had specific jobs in the group, the rest being a basic "catch-all" team to tie up the loose ends. A few of the others had knowledge of biology, one of the convicts even being a former classmate of Hiser, but Pindari was the best suited for the region despite his lack of a formal education. The other Aborigines with the group were young men captured as children, and lacked respect for most things, more concerned about the daily hunt for food and proving themselves to Bartley. The two scientists often bickered about which objective they should pursue, mostly relating to their own career advancement. Hiser was a zoologist, and Cobbs a botanist, and the reasons for their different choices showed in their personalities. Hiser was a bit of a crook, having nearly lost his credibility on several occasions, and hadn't been Bartley's first choice for the mission. In fact, he had been one of the last, but he would never admit to it. Cobbs on the other hand, had strong moral values, and whenever given the chance, would pull out his Bible to try and save the "poor heathens". No one really ever listened to him though, just nodded often enough to keep him from going off on even more intense chattering. Bartley was a self-proclaimed "Born Leader", though more often than not he would leave the decisions up to a coin toss. By his crooked compass the team had headed due south, taking the long way across the continent. A few months into the expedition, it became a little clear that he, unlike a few of the "inferior" members of the team, was lost. Far be it from the great William Bartley IV to admit to such a thing! His father and his father's father had all been great explorers, and he was no different.

And then there was Pindari himself. Objectiveless, destinationless, and for all his knowledge, still expendable. He knew his place in this chain of command. He was the clasp that held them together. Useful, but easily replaced should he break. The expedition led the group at first along the western coast, but as the days went on, it became clearer that they had ended up heading inland. After nearly four years, they had reached the west coast again. The expedition was supposed to end there, a ship was stationed in Shark Bay for them, ready to take both the team and their findings back to Britain. But by that point, their group had grown considerably. Not so much in people, they had only picked up a few willing Aborigines along the way, but in animals.

Hiser hadn't just been content with his notes, after all Cobbs got to bring samples with him, and had instructed the catch-alls of the team to go on a hunt. They had ended up finding and bringing with them a few new species, mostly small enough for the cages they had built. They were mostly of a curious sort, mammals but not quite. They had fur, warm blood, and they seemed to produce milk, but they had pouches of all things! Some looked rather like rodents, but one, it stood out. It was bigger than the rest, and certainly didn't fit in any of the carrying cages. Bartley called it a monster, Cobbs thought it was mutant hare, and Hiser, he thought it should be named after himself. But Pindari, he had another name entirely, and older name, and in his mind, the only name. Wayi-tjjalbu gangaman. Little kangaroo.

The catch-alls were boarded onto the ship, with only Hiser and the ship's captain as their superiors. Barley and Cobbs stayed behind, planning to catch the next ship and head for America. The ship left port a few days after their arrival at the harbor, and despite the short handed crew, ran smoothly. Hiser took authority over the captain, knowledge was power in this world after all, and assigned many of the expedition's men to fill in for the missing crew. A few of the convicts complained about it, they had served their sentences just by working the expedition, but one never so much as asked for a break. And because of that, he caught Pindari's interest.

"Aye, Peter!" At the voice, Pindari snapped to attention. He was used to the nickname, ever since Bartley had decided that Pindari was too much of a pansy name for one of his own. "Help me with this sail!" The command had come from one of suspected mute of the group, Frances, but it didn't really come as much of a surprise to him. Grabbing hold of the rigging just over the man's hands, Pindari helped him haul the canvas into place. It took a while in silence to get the rigging secured, but once it was done, they had time to take a break. "So Peter, what does a gentleman like yourself have planned?" Frances asked, though he seemed to be paying more attention to the gulls in the sky. Pindari frowned, not quite understanding the word 'gentleman', "I... Wilh-ma danurrut-da..." Perhaps that wasn't the best way to phrase it. But still learning, he couldn't come up with the right way to phrase it. Frances shook his head, "I haven't got any idea what that means to you. But I believe, you don't know yourself. I've got a proposition for you mate, care to listen?"

"Yes, please tell." It wasn't so much that the man didn't know, it was more so that what he knew he wanted from his life was something he could never attain. And even if he could, it wouldn't last for long. He was growing old, and he knew it.

"Hiser up there, on his grand pedestal, he's not the worst of them."

That was a frightening thought on its own, that there may be more men like Hiser out there, but then, just a few years ago he hadn't even known there was the one. "There are more?"

"Many. Peter, I have seen the world twice over, and the things I have seen would reach beyond your wildest nightmares. Let me tell you a story about a man, a mad man, I once met, delivering somewhat. Illicit, goods..."

When the ship landed, he was allowed to take one of the animals he had bonded with as payment for his work on the ship. He chose the little kangaroo, which happened to be a female, and kept it in a horse stable the whole time he stayed on land.

Personality: Pindari is a hard worker, and rarely complains about a task, no matter how degrading. He firmly believes that people will give back the treatment he gives them, no matter how many times in his life it has been proven wrong. Being trained as a medicine man, he is fairly intelligent, and quick to pick up information. He spends his free time away from people, preferring the company of the trees, the air, and on occasion, the wildlife. Being an older man, he has passed through the phase of youthful rebellion, and settled into a calm, patient life. He has no fear of animals, big or small, no matter how often they bite. In a similar respect, he does not fear death.

Short physical description: Dark skinned and dark brown eyed, Pindari looks much like his father did. He stands a staggering 6'5, and with a large muscular frame from his work on the ship, can be quite intimidating. His facial features are sharp, cut square, and he sports a curly beard and crop of roughly cut black hair. Having only ever really taken to the clothing of his own and of Bartley's giving, his usual outfit consists of coarse tan trousers, worn black shoes, and an old off-white shirt. Occasionally, when he needs to calm down or remind himself of home, he dresses in his old traditional clothing and paints himself up, but rarely when anyone else can see him. He looks his age, even a bit older, with spots of grey in his hair and deep wrinkles on his face, the most noticeable of which being the crows feet around his eyes. Picking up an idea from the ship's normal crewmen, he often wears barely noticeable kohl underneath his eyes.

How did they find out about Moreau and what brought them to interact with him? Pindari learned about Moreau, the "mad man", from one of the convicts on the expedition, Frances. The man had been arrested for smuggling and human trafficking, and used the story of Moreau to show him that their supervising tyrant, Hiser, wasn't really all that bad. Pindari found the mad man's story interesting, and when they reached Britain, went about finding more information about him. Eventually, he boarded a ship of Frances's, and with the promise he'd help with the new crew and keep his mouth shut about the shipment, found passage to the island.