vetoedmartyr

[vetoedmartyr]

∬thє unívєrѕє íѕ ѕhαpєd єхαctlч líkє thє єαrth. íf чσu gσ ѕtrαíght lσng єnσugh чσu'll єnd up whєrє чσu wєrє.∬

✰

“I’m a Neuroscientist, not a surgeon. I couldn’t do that even if I wanted to.”

Mordecai scanned the file in his hands, brows lightly furrowing as he read every word more than once. Gathering what it was they were trying to do and say in this special case. It wasn’t like anything he had seen before and all of it was like it was some type of project. It literally made Mordecai forget that what he was reading was about a person. The terminology made it sound like they were referring to some type of machine. Using terms like “modifications” and “upgrading material”, hard to believe they were using those to describe a person. But they were, and by now Mordecai was used to it.

Shaking his head slightly he looked up from the file again and closed the folder on his hands.

“I couldn’t do any of this nor do I want to.”

“Your brother had successfully erased and modified forty-seven agents. You haven’t even come close to one.”

“I know, but...”

“It is your job as a neuroscientist to take these agents and create weapons. You have no choice.”

Mordecai simply stood still as he watched the room empty. Waiting for each higher-up to exit before heaving out a long sigh and dropping his head. Closing his eyes a moment as he stood still.

Forty-seven.

The number didn’t seem high but in that circumstance, it was too high. That was forty-seven people. People with lives, memories, hobbies, careers, and loved ones. People who innocently woke up and forgot everything except what they were programmed to do. It broke Mordecai’s heart and scared him to the core that he was left to be the one to do that job. He didn’t want to do that job, and all he wished right then was to not be dragged into this corrupt mess of an organization. Thinking back on things, Mordecai wished that he didn’t even open his front door that night Elric came knocking.

Slowly lifting his head back up, Mordecai opened his eyes and flinched.

“Elric!”

He reflexively called out as he saw the sight of his older brother. Elric always made Mordecai nervous, due to their upbringing. The two weren’t remotely close and never really got along whenever they did speak. That made things even more confusing when Elric came and dragged Mordecai into this mess.

Brown eyes widened a bit as he looked up at his brother’s eyes. His eyes were so dark they were almost black. In that case, it made things even more unsettling, Elric’s eyes really reflected his personality. Mordecai flinched again as Elric spoke out in his deep-toned booming voice.

“Pick up the pace scrap! I brought you here for a reason didn’t I?”

“I... well... I mean... y-you dragged me here...”

“For a reason. You learned this, didn’t you? Now is your chance to show them what you’re capable of.”

“But...”

Just like that Elric was gone. Mentally kicking himself, Mordecai hated that he couldn’t stand up to Elric. Rolling his eyes he wandered out of the room and down the hall. Slowing his pace as he reached the lab. Reluctantly entering the room he looked around and went over to one of the monitors seeing a CT-scan pulled up on the screen. Getting taken aback, it was /his/ scan. But he didn’t remember any of that happening at all. Slowly stepping away from the screen he stopped as he felt presence enter the room. Turning around he was greeted by the appearance of the higher-ups yet no sign of Elric anywhere.

“One choice Mordecai Quintel. Become a weapon maker or a weapon yourself.”

Snapping his eyes open, Mordecai jerked straight up. Looking around he raised a hand and rubbed one of his eyes. Squinting them a bit in the now daylight. Feeling his heart ram against the inside of his chest as tried to settle down and take a deep breath.

He was nowhere near the HQ anymore but still was miles away from what he called his home.

Outstretching his arms forward he yawned and shook his head a bit. Trying to release himself from the fog and doing all he could to forget that dream. Which wasn’t all that far from reality. Except for the fact that Elric wasn’t alive anymore, and seeing him in his dreams was chilling, to say the least. It had been a full six months since he lost his only brother and it was still messing with him. But he had no time to dwell on that, it was an odd situation anyway. The more time he spent overthinking about it, the weirder it felt so he dropped it.

Looking around Mordecai quickly scrambled to get up and grab his things again. Taking his tablet he opened it and checked the time and everything a moment. Luckily, he wasn’t being tracked by HQ or anything so he breathed easier on that note. Still, he quickly gathered what little he had, set it aside and picked out some clothes to wear. Right before heading into the bathroom and showering for a good fifteen minutes. Taking advantage of that time alone with his thoughts, he tried on gathering what to do and where to go next. Once he was all washed up for the day he got out and got himself dressed. Running a towel through his thick waves, he grabbed his shoes. Tossing the towel on the bed he bent down and slipped on his shoes and tied them up tight.

Taking his collared jacket, he zipped it up three-fourths the way up and cleaned up the room a bit. Grabbing the keycard, as well as his messenger bag and tablet. Mordecai exited the room and checked out of the hotel he was staying at.

Once he was out in the real world again, he looked all around before picking a random location and heading down that path. He had managed to get out of Maine completely and make it back to his home in New York. Making it back into the heart of the city, he wanted to make it back to Brooklynn but was worried the HQ might try to fond him again. He didn’t want to place his father in that situation at all so he had no choice but to stay in Manhattan. He found out that the main base in Manhattan had been pretty much taken down, so he felt alright staying there.

In all honesty in the back of his mind, Mordecai wanted to head to California. But that, of course, was seeming impossible. However, it was a plan, maybe the last resort of a plan, yet a plan nonetheless. After many years of being in New York, he still called California his true home. New York just no longer felt like home nor a safe haven anymore. Maine was a nightmare, and New York had too many hardships to be known as “home” anymore.

Mordecai wandered aimlessly for what felt like hours on end before finally stumbling upon a place to settle for a bit. One right outside one of his favorite buildings to ever lay his coffee-brown eyes on.

The library.

Adjusting the strap across his torso, Mordecai stepped inside and headed straight for the science section. Grabbing a few books, he gathered them up and checked them out. Once he had done that, he stepped back outside and found a picnic table. Setting the books down he looped his long legs into the picnic table and opened up one of the books. Looking through it Mordecai let his busy mind wander again. Thinking about how complex the human brain was, and how he knew how to destroy it. All of the memories and knowledge it could hold onto and withstand and how he could erase all of that. A chill shot down his spine as he thought about that again. Mordecai was wretched with guilt and he didn’t even do it himself. Knowing just how to do it was more than enough and he hated it. He didn’t want to be known as a monster for creating them, that was why he left.

That number popped into his mind again. It didn’t seem like a large number but in that sense, it was too large. Reliving that same mentality he had in his dream, it was still too much. He knew them, their names, where they came from, all of that. Knowing that they were now all running around having no knowledge of who they are and to be “triggered to turn on” at any given moment. Was terrifying and made Mordecai guilty. None of it was even his own doing. Elric did it, he did all of it while Mordecai’s back was turned. Elric was the creator yet it was Mordecai left with the guilt and weight of what his brother left behind in his life.

Closing the book, Mordecai reached in his bag and pulled out his tablet. Turning it on, he grabbed his stylus and scrolled through the tablet. He still had all of the codings from the HQ so he went over to their files and scrolled through the names.

The ones his brother did, the ones from the Virginia base, all of them. They only saw scores, numbers, and weapons when they saw those names. But Mordecai saw people. People who deserved much better and shouldn’t have gone through any of that. Seeing that they were all different, had personalities and of course, lives of their own. Seeing that now they were walking science projects, causing danger to themselves and others without any realization.

Looking through their brain scans and the “before and afters” which was another chilling sight all on its own. The guilty feeling crept back up on Mordecai and he quickly slammed the tablet case shut. Shoving it back in his bag, he groaned to himself and dropping his head onto the edge of the table.

Feeling lost and confused, he wasn’t sure what to do. All he felt like doing was running away from the guilt. Guilt he didn’t even have to have but was there regardless. Like a black shadow that followed him around wherever he went, even though he did nothing wrong. It wasn’t /his/ fault his brother turned out the way he did. But he’d be lying if he said he didn’t feel like he could have prevented it. He could have told his brother to stop, or at least try. By that time Mordecai gave up on trying with Elric, knowing very well that it wouldn’t’ve worked. They never got along when growing up, and Mordecai always felt like he was reaching out in an abyss.

The image of his brother was still vivid in his mind. When he closed his eyes he could see him. Seeing his tall stature, emotionless face, and near-black eyes. Always shoving Mordecai away no matter how hard Mordecai tried. Watching him turn corrupt was like a nightmare he was waiting on. Elric wasn’t a nice nor good person and wasn’t a brother to Mordecai at all. Growing up they were all each other had, and he missed out on that companionship. Elric simply wanted nothing to do with Mordecai, nothing expect to have him become like him in the HQ and be a “weapon maker”.

Lifting his head up again he stared forward a moment and just focused on the sight with a blank look in his eyes. Slowly blinking he snapped out of it and straightened his back.snaking his legs out of the table, he gathered the book and sent them through the drop off chute.

Trying to shake out the images from his mind as well as get rid of the guilty feeling at least for a little while. Mordecai once again picked a random direction and started walking again. Having no plan on where he was going or idea where he was going to end up. Right then none of that really mattered. All he wanted for himself right then was to shake off the guilty feeling and have his mind wander elsewhere for a while. Doing whatever he could to think of anything else other than the weapons project, or his brother, or anything about the CIA. Mordecai just wanted to forget all about that part of his life, at least momentarily so he could get himself through before settling somewhere again.

[vetoedmartyr]

Character Full Biography

Nᴀᴍᴇ: Mordecai Jace Quintel



Dᴀᴛᴇ Oғ Bɪʀᴛʜ: July 28th 1994



Aɢᴇ: 25



((FC: Brandon Calvillo))



Aᴘᴘᴇᴀʀᴀɴᴄᴇ:

Standing at 6’1” in height. Possessing medium brown wavy hair, and deep brown eyes. Well structured yet still youthful face shape. Full cheeks dimpled at the sides. Lengthy limbs and toned torso. Usually seen in causal-wear and sporting more neutral earthy and darker tones.


Fᴀᴍɪʟʏ: Stella O’Ryan{mother}

Ryder Quintel{father}

Elric Quintel{elder brother(deceased)}

Pᴇʀsᴏɴᴀ: Neuroscientist[Human]

Aʙɪʟɪᴛɪᴇs: Proficiency in Neuroscience, Psychology, and neurology. High intelligence in other sciences. Learned skills in basic computer technics, digital filing, as well as some skills in fighting techniques. All obtained from the C.I.A Organization. Has studied on memory alteration and slightly dabbled in the field of alterations and “resetting” of the human mind. 


Pᴇʀsᴏɴᴀʟɪᴛʏ: Mordecai used to be known as a charismatic personality. Someone who found a way to get along and charm pretty much anyone he met. Not taking long at all for the other to gain a liking toward Mordecai. Being open, gallant, and elegant to all. In time some things have changed but he still tries to remain being the kindest person anyone could meet. 


Sᴛᴀᴛᴜs(SV): Single and in no relationships

(No Preference)

Fᴜʟʟ Bɪᴏɢʀᴀᴘʜʏ: Born in San Francisco California as the second child to Stella and Ryder. Mordecai was only two years of age when his whole family packed up and moved across the country to Brooklyn New York City. Luckily the family had no trouble at all adjusting to the new environment. Especially Ryder, being a very intelligent neurosurgeon it was easy for the family to get by and to get well acquainted with others. However, the didn’t ease much strain on the family as Stella grew resentful toward her husband’s newfound “success” that one day she had enough. After thinking long and hard she had made the decision to leave her husband and two sons in the middle of the night.

Elric was only six and Mordecai was four.

Growing up with only one parent was harder at times as Ryder was a very busy man and on-call almost all the time. Spending days, nights, and holidays mostly at the hospital tending to the lives of others.

Regardless of that, he made sure his two sons were well taken care of and that they had one another to lean on whenever needed. While Mordecai was a kind and more outspoken child, Elric was very reserved. Wanting no part in his little brother’s “antics” keeping to himself and staying in his room. That didn’t stop Mordecai’s determination however, and he kept trying.

Mordecai wanted to be closer and friendlier toward his older brother, but would often get his offers dismissed. Resulting in the two having some silly petty argument and one or the other stomping away. Making friends was always seemingly effortless for Mordecai. Nevertheless he knew it was harder for Elric to make and keep friends, so Mordecai simply didn’t want his brother to feel lonely. He wanted to be there for him as much as he could, but alas in the end it never ended well.

The two brothers lived different lives while both remaining under the same roof. Still going at it time and time again although as they grew older. Mordecai learned to be more civil. Giving his brother his own space and respecting whatever wishes he had.

Deep down he was a little upset that Elric wasn’t a good big brother and never tried while Mordecai bent over backwards to try and make things work.

When both were old enough, Elric wanted to follow in his father’s footsteps and become a neurosurgeon himself. And that was the field he signed up for in university. A mere two years later, Mordecai jumped the gun and enrolled himself in the same school. He too shared the love of learning on how the mind worked so he took the chance. It wasn’t exactly “respecting his brother’s wishes” but he decided on bending his own rules.

In school, as usual the two brothers lived their own lives. Mordecai went into the Neuroscience field and ended up being on the opposite end of where his brother was in the building anyway.

As the years went on by, Mordecai focused a lot more on his schoolwork and did all he could on learning Neurology, as well as expanding out into psychology as well. He was always vastly fascinated by the human brain and discovering what all made it tick. Setting everything else mainly aside, his four years flew on by and Mordecai was graduated before he knew it.

Moving on with his life, Mordecai was greeted with an unsuspected turn when he got a random visit by his brother Elric one very early morning. Knocking on his door before sunrise, Elric burst in with surprising news. For once in his life Elric was open and honest with Mordecai. It made him excited so he listened to everything his older brother had to say. Despite how insane it sounded once it all came out.

Elric never finished his schooling and was presented by with a “special opportunity” instead.

Explaining that for the last couple of years, he was working alongside an organization. The organization was none other than the CIA and they had roped Elric in as one of their so-called Weapon Makers. Turning agents into living weapons by erasing their memories and basically placing them on “reset” mode.

Mordecai was completely taken aback when he learned all of that. Having no idea his brother turned out to be so corrupt.

Elric has left Mordecai no choice but to come along with him back to the HeadQuarters in Maine. Obviously Mordecai was reluctant on agreeing but being left with all of that information. He went along with Elric anyway. Being in the CIA HQ was very overwhelming and fast paced all of the time. He learned everything that his brother did and it only made him more and more uncomfortable. Never fully understanding why people would do that to other innocent people. What was the worst was that his own brother was one of them. Regardless he stayed and when they offered him a position alongside his brother, he refused. Mordecai wasn’t at all happy nor proud at all for what his brother did as a profession.

As days grew seemingly longer, things only went from bad to worse. While out on a different location for a mission. Things went completely haywire and Elric was killed out on the field. Mordecai grew devastated and had no idea how to grieve from the loss of his brother. Becoming beside himself, he spent months upset and in agonizing despair. Having lost his only brother, and having no way to contact his father. Stuck in the CIA HQ and having to deal with all of it on his own.

All his life Mordecai wanted to be there for his brother, he tried countless times all leading with no success. It shattered his heart that he wasn’t a good big brother. Yet there no longer was anything he could do.

Time became his healer but it wasn’t much as Mordecai was still stuck in the CIA. Having learned to do what his brother used to do. He wasn’t sure just how many people his brother “turned” but Mordecai never became a “weapon maker” himself.

Even though they had asked him if he would help in two major cases of the human weapons project. Mordecai didn’t even take any consideration in either case and once he learned a little more about the two, he was quick to deny it.

Having been threatened to take his own memory and one close call. Mordecai took no time at all to escape the organization altogether and never looked back.