“He’s the most scientifically interesting thing on two legs! We’d be doing the title ‘mad scientist’ a disservice if we didn’t see what makes him tick!” Circe hissed moments before opening the door to the man who had somehow set all their instruments off from outside the building. She had a sickly sweet smile and the words ‘come in you poor thing’ on her lips. However, before she could speak Nervous disappeared and reappeared behind them with a quick ‘pop’.
“You’re too kind,” He said, somehow already snacking on a pack of cookies from Circe’s private stash.
Since then, life at the Beaker house has been… hard. Nervous is perfectly happy to live in their ‘lab cage’ but they can’t run tests on a man who can seemingly alter reality at will. At every turn Nervous thwarts either their attempts to study him or their attempts to escape him. When asked why he even came here if he knew of their evil intentions, Nervous only replies with the strangely ominous “My father told me to”. Those who would strive beyond their reach and attempt to take the secrets of higher powers for themselves must be punished. If the Beakers want to learn about The Elder Ones, they can have a first-hand experience.
Nervous Subject
Personality: Aquarius, 0/0/10/0/0, Sports Hobby (Changed to Nature)
Aspiration: Family
LTW: Reach Golden Anniversary
Degree: Reaping (okay not really but Loki looks unnerved when he says it)
“Why art thou so small?” Several mouths with one presence asked around many mouthfuls of many burgers. The beast was thin, impossibly thin, almost skeletal. But not in the same way Death was, oh no. Death was very obviously a skeleton, he was almost comforting. This creature’s skeleton seemed desperate to burst from it’s own skin.
“‘S not small,” Death, who did not have even one mouth and resented Famine’s many, muttered. He waved his hand and an outrageously plush cushion was suddenly propping up the slouching toddler. “Just human. Half-human I mean.” Famine’s many mouths, hundreds of mouths, an impossible amount of mouths, continued to chew thoughtfully. Somebody else walked up to Death’s throne, or rather scuttled up. Chew. Skitter. Chew. Skitter. Chew.
“We have not been asked to gather in The Pit for many centuries. Existence is too close to the physicality of the mortal realm here. Where is thy true form? Assume it so we may return to the boundless void,” Pestilence hissed, bending down to speak to the child. Death rolled his non-existent eyes. This was what he got for being the only one constantly meeting with mortals. He was the only one who didn’t talk with a stick up his non-existent ass, the only one with quaint nicknames for the others like ‘famine’. “We are all thy confidantes here. Thou may share.”
“Stop that,” Death complained, kicking Pestilence and his mouthful of plague away. Ugh. Siblings.
Nervous is a child of two worlds and regarded as something of a recklessly conceived abomination in both. Apart from a brief time after his birth that he can no longer recall, Nervous had spent all his life in his father’s realm before arriving at the Beaker house. He’s not sure exactly why he’s here, other than to teach the Beakers a lesson about meddling with The Higher Realms that he’s pretty certain they’ve learnt by now. But maybe he does get a little joy out of viewing this as ‘punishment’ for the tortured souls of former test subjects he can feel in this place. Regardless of the reason for it, harassing the Beakers is a part-time day job. Nervous is far more concerned with the recent odd, unpredictable behaviour of his powers, the lack of contact from his father since arriving in this place, and the urge to visit Pascal Curious that sits in the stomach of this weak human form (expected) and calls to his essence, his soul, his true form (highly unexpected). Oh, and his wrestling match with the moral question: Can he truly be ‘good’ or is he naturally predisposed to be evil? Can’t forget that one.

Circe Beaker
Personality: Capricorn, 10/5/10/0/0, Science Hobby
Aspiration / Secondary: Fortune / Knowledge
LTW: Earn 100,000
Degree: Biology
Circe only wanted an itsy bitsy little bit of torture, a few measly little sobs of anguish, maybe one teeny tiny piece of someone begging for the escape of death. Oh, and, uh, the scientific thrill of making a major discovery about the forces of life and death of course! Yes the ethical, wholesome, thrill of scientific discovery. Now someone- no, something is living in her house and it is angry at her. All attempts to experiment on Nervous fail in some ridiculous fashion that wouldn’t be out of place in a cartoon. Look, Mr Reaper, she’s sorry okay. You kill enough people in the name of science and you start to wonder where they’re going. And maybe that kind of research doesn’t get a lot of funding so you have to resort to experimenting on anyone and anything to find that connection to a higher plane of knowledge. A place where your body cannot limit you. Not even the terror Nervous can instill is enough to douse the fire of her curiosity, if anything it only makes her angry and more determined.

Loki Beaker
Personality: Capricorn, 10/7/8/0/0, Science Hobby
Aspiration / Secondary: Knowledge / Fortune
LTW: Become Mad Scientist
Degree: Physics
Loki loves science, Circe, and robots. In that order. Fortunately Circe loves science, Loki, and robots in that same order. They had a good life. They were regarded as rising stars in their respective careers. Mad Scientist Weekly had named them This Decade’s Couple To Watch Out For (Seriously, Lock Your Doors). Then that…. thing arrived. Sometimes Nervous walks across a room and Loki swears he hears… squelching. Like a fish flopping it’s way over stone tiles. Sometimes he can’t look at Nervous, literally, his eyes refuse to co-operate. Sometimes all he can do is look at Nervous, some force refusing to let him look away from a sight too gruesome and inhuman to describe or properly recall when he is finally allowed to recoil. Loki refuses to be conquered and he fears nothing, really! He just… thinks it would be good for everyone if he came home from work one day and Nervous happened to not be there anymore. He’s tried to turn his attention to robotics, in the hope Nervous will leave him alone if he stops meddling with death and focuses on making killbots instead. Normal mad scientist stuff, none of this borderline satanist mess.
Fat chance.