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𝕋𝕙𝕖𝕣𝕖 𝕚𝕤 𝕒 𝕤𝕔𝕚𝕖𝕟𝕥𝕚𝕗𝕚𝕔 𝕤𝕠𝕝𝕦𝕥𝕚𝕠𝕟, 𝕙𝕖𝕣𝕖. 𝕀 𝕜𝕟𝕠𝕨 𝕚𝕥.
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Origin
Before the charming ne'er-do-well's voice emitted from his grandfather's Voxola radio coercing him into discoveries unknown, or before his descent into a labyrinthine madness, and well before his venture into the unexplored amalgamation of magic and science, Wilson P. Higgsbury was your average Gentleman Scientist.
Wilson was a self-taught, educated man from a well-to-do family who was never one to conform to society's norms or any such classical academia, rather, one of which who studied every facet of science his wandering mind would permit on his own terms. He was hyperfocused, diligent in his work, ambitious to the extent of detriment. Wilson endeavored to be one of the giants that others stood upon the shoulders of using his understanding gained by major thinkers who have gone before in order to make intellectual progress.
It began when he was a small child; the insatiable curiosity, the interminate need to know 'why', the unquenchable thirst for knowledge never ending. Oftentimes, the boy would find himself lost in projects, building things, taking things apart, looking for all the answers to life's puzzling questions. Science was Wilson's calling, his purpose, a path he was determined to follow relentlessly that eventually cascades into a spiral of events beyond his control. Such erudition will garner the scientist his successes, his utter failures, take him to a world of the unknown, and enmesh him upon a throne of shadows that manifest and bend to his will.
His father, Robert Higgsbury, was a hard working albeit mundane man who expected his son to adhere to his typical familial traditions -- seek an education, assume his appropriate role within the family entrepreneurial enterprise, find a nice young woman to settle down with, and finally have children to carry on the family name. Robert was stern, very set in his ways, and had always followed the very same regimented values laid down by his forebearers. His expectations of his son were set to some pretty high standards that Wilson felt disinclined to meet, for he wasn't cut from the same cloth as his conservative father. Their relationship is forever strained due to their differences and the two will oftentimes debate their opposing views.
Wilson's mother, Victoria Higgsbury, however, was a magical sort -- a powerful medium who practiced discreetly due to her husbands disdain toward such extraordinary occultism. She had come from a long line of gifted wielders of enchantment, all of which were talented in their own, unique ways. Wilson had also acquired his family's endowments, but was so intent on his chosen volition, that he was blinded to the possibilities of his inheritance. Victoria's absent-minded father, the scientific genius, Robert Wagstaff, mystically inclined mother, Margaux Wagstaff, and supernatural enthusiast brother, Waylon Warbucks, were all gifted in their own right and encouraged Wilson's perseverance in his pursuit for knowledge.
Despite his peculiar disappearance the night his company, Voxola Radio, burned to the ground, Robert Wagstaff was, by far, Wilson's greatest formative influence. He aspired to be just like his grandfather, a carefree seeker of truths and understanding undeterred by the expectations of a wary world of anti-intellectuals. Both grandfather and grandson were notorious for allowing themselves to be consumed by their research and would oftentimes slip into inconsolable states of mania, fanaticism, and keep at their unbridled pace with the tenacity of madmen.
The young scientist endured against all setbacks -- every failure was met with equal strive to improve and the cycle went on for what felt like indefinitely. Hours would turn into days, days into weeks, weeks into months, and before long Wilson had lost all track of time and the comings and goings of the world around him. His family attempted gentle reminders to reacquaint their wayward son to society, but Wilson would have none of it. Before long, fitful tirades would occur, his failures were becoming too consistent and his slow descent into madness had reached a fever pitch. Against his will, his mother and father had the young scholar institutionalized where he remained for some time.
Wilson's ambition to be apart from his atypical family eventually wound him in an isolated cabin that once belonged to his grandfather, as far from their reach as he could muster, where he shuttered himself away to focus entirely on his breakthrough -- whatever that may be. It was there he located one of his grandfather's antique radios, but only after it had began speaking to him. Wilson was certain his lunacy had reached it's summit when he realized that he was speaking back. The voice was charming, teeming with affability, but most importantly, the smooth orator offered the promise of knowledge. It was a proposition Wilson simply could not refuse.
The passage of time once again was lost on the young scientist who had long since become accustomed to the company of his mysterious radio. Though the two spoke daily, Wilson never garnered much information about the stranger, and hadn't realized how easily he had fallen for the articulateness of Maxwell's gimmick; Maxwell, being the Constant's current Nightmare King, and the silver tongue behind Wilson's deception. Maxwell continued making his alluring promises, rousing the scientist with his words of praise on Wilson's genius and his eventual discoveries.
It was through the radio's persistent guidance that Wilson P. Higgsbury achieved one of his greatest inventions yet and though he could not fully understand it himself, he still was thoroughly proud of his accomplishment. Though there was something bothering him, however, a twinge of hesitation that kept Wilson from fully appreciating how far he'd come, how much he'd sacrificed for this very moment. The hesitation unveiled itself before the competent scholar could so much as pull the lever to activate what he still could not fully comprehend. It was then a voice emitted from the radio, much louder, angrier, unlike anything he'd ever heard from his companion and suddenly, Wilson was frightened. As such, he pulled the lever and found himself consumed by a mass of shadows at every turn. There was no escape and now Wilson Percival Higgsbury was gone.
Wilson's life in the Constant was tough, to say the least, but the countless days and nights spent surviving the good fight hadn't worn down the man's spirit. He fought relentlessly and died many times, and yet mysteriously, was always brought back. He bore a scar for every death he encountered as though reminding him to learn from the mistakes of his past, and being a learned man that he was, he most certainly did. Wilson became proficient at surviving, building and crafting weapons and machines that aided in his endeavor while accumulating the vast, untapped fountain of knowledge the Constant had to offer.
His curiosity held repercussions, however, and Wilson, even at the admonition of Maxwell whom he thought was his enemy, fought his way through what felt like hundreds of worlds until he came upon the Nightmare Throne. It was there he learned of Them and Their bygone culture of utilizing the suffering of others to feed their nightmarish worlds. It was there he also found Maxwell, tied to the throne against his will and forced into a role he'd been playing out for over a century. The scientist couldn't fathom leaving anyone bound to something so abominable and despite the pleas and warnings spewing from the Constant's current King, he released Maxwell, thus sealing his fate and becoming the throne's next pawn.
Wilson's stint upon the Nightmare Throne was not as long lived as Maxwell's, but due to his proclivity toward his own self delusions, he struggled the bonds of his captors only briefly, before succumbing to the shadows entrancing thrall. Like Maxwell had before him, Wilson assumed his middle name, Percival, and accepted the glamorous role as King of the Constant. The torment began unlike any other reign before his, and the more imagination he fed Them, the more Percival's power grew. And for some time, he governed a world into near utter despair.
Having been returned to the board alongside the other survivors -- some of which Maxwell had drawn to the Constant himself, Maxwell sought to rescue the idiot from his detached tyranny. Maxwell, previously known as William M. Carter, even made efforts to warn the sovereign of Their awareness of everything that goes on within the mind of their currently stationed king. He even informed Percival of how They pilfered memories of his beloved nieces, and in order to gain complete control over William, They brought the young girl Wendy and her deceased sister, Abigail, to the Constant as a reminder that William will abide by their demands and forever understand his place within the Constant.
At first Percival, in all of his supposed superiority, shirked the notion and ignored Maxwell's cautioning. He was a favorite and had been a success at long last. Percival's euphoria lingered throughout his rule up until They sought to invade his own memories. The Shadow King resisted Their prying, and as such, was severely punished for his defiance and eventually, after much abuse, fell into submission. They took from him to their black heart's content and, it was then They learned of a young woman who had a small, yet poignant influence in Wilson P. Higgsbury's life.
Primrose White came from an affluent family and was entangled in many of Wilson's experiences in a many sundry of ways. She had been the voice of reason for him on many strenuous occasions, an inviolable reassurance in the darkest of times, and an enthusiast to his life's ambitions. It wasn't until she was made to suffer the Constant as he did, that Percival realized what had transpired, and this realization awakened him. A struggle, not only for his own freedom, but for the rest of the survivors unleashed. He continued this battle against his captors until the darkness had other plans for them all.
It was then, a Queen emerged... Charlie, once the darkness itself, the life snuffing oblivion that would consume any wayward wanderer the instant the light left their side, was now atop the throne. Her reign was one of questionable motives, reuniting all lost travelers into one world -- one of may mercies she bestowed upon them. It was then Wilson learned of the Queen's tie to the Constant's former King, Maxwell. The two were associated through magic, perhaps more, but that was yet to be determined...
The events of their eventual escape has led to many possibilities, many worlds, and time periods that have stories of their own right, but one thing always remains constant: Wilson P. Higgsbury, Gentleman Scientist, will always favor science above that of magic. With that in mind, he will forever be haunted by the shadows that once consumed him. Percival continues to lurk at the back of his psyche, ready to disengage from an already ambiguous morality should all control fall to the whims of unremitting madness.
And thus a new story and a new life begins. He knows not where it will take him, but ever ready to endure for the sake of knowledge, Wilson P. Higgsbury is raring and willing for the next venture into the unknown... -
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