Flesh Forger Bessi

WIP
A young thin man in a worn suit, a little blood has stained the collar of his undershirt. His eyes are silver, his arms covered in alchemic symbols.

The reason his eyes are silver isn’t clear but it’s been hinted that it’s a side affect of their magic. He is commonly seen with a briefcase within is the ingredients he needs for on the road alchemy, and ‘resource’ gathering.

Around his neck hangs a strange medallion, a silver dollar with what almost looks like a basic human figure with a teardrop head. For those unfamiliar with the study of homunculus this is considered by some to be the representation of the first homunculus and all after it.

His apartment serves as his business place, his home of course, and his workshop. He owns the entire apartment and has converted it into his base of operations. The outside is mundane trash littered about, ‘private property’ signs, and one sign right on the door reading ‘Do Not Enter With Out An Appointment Or Referral’ another sign hangs below the first reading, ‘no my brother is not a reference.’

The entrance is like any other apartment in Los Angeles, the room is nice and clean, the smell of bleach is faint, the stairs lead up to a closed door the hall leads to three different doors one marked basement and do not enter. The furthest door has a sign ‘Bessi’s Office, Knock Before Entering’

In his office it’s like a worn down business office mostly, on one wall is a row of shelves the other a wall of ingredients artifacts and elixirs. In the center a sturdy old desk with a laptop on it. At the very back is an iron door with several locks on it. Through this door is his laboratory and homunculus holding area, enters these at your own risk, this is where he works this is where his new unperfected homunculus reside. Entering here you can learn to much about a sacred practice his family guards very closely, he may not hesitate to kill you.

Upstairs is his room, his library, and his homunculus helpers quarters. None of these areas are very remarkable or significant.

When harvesting materials for his homunculus he wears a pair of ratty jeans a sleeveless shirt and a long blue butchers apron. His harvesting closet is on the south side of the basement, where the unneeded materials can be discarded into the sewers. One who had entered would never realize the rooms purpose, it honestly looked like a butchers kitchen, to one side a pair of freezers on the far door a counter with cutting knifes neatly payed across it. Next to the counter is three meat hooks. The room commonly smells of oranges unless Bessi hasn’t had the chance to clean up, and in that case let’s hope your brain just shuts off your sense of smell.