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Perspective character

Name: Brandon Westland
Age: 22
Gender: M
Race/Ethnicity: Caucasian (Irish)
Profession: Unemployed (Automaton Manufacturer)
Home Location: Outskirts Motel

Relationships:

Disposition:
Eccentric, Depressed

High concept:
An unlucky engineer, trying to salvage some definition of life


Special skills/abilities:
  • 3, Crafting/Engineering
  • 2, Investigating/Researching
  • 2, Perception/Awareness
  • 1, Firearms/Small weapons
  • 1, Deception/Lying/Bluffing
  • 1, Manipulation/Persuasion


Notable flaws/weaknesses:
  • Mood Swings
  • Depression
  • Robotic Left Arm (Forearm, Wrist, Hand, Fingers)


Memberships/Factions/Affiliations:
  • I.A.G. - Despised for percieved Sabotage incident during Young Adulthood
  • RAMI - Alumni

Basic appearance description (daily, avg):
  • Ragged Lab Coat
  • Short Unkempt Hair
  • Short Scraggly Beard
  • Pointed Noise
  • Brown Oval Glasses
  • Dirty Dress Shirt rolled up past the elblows
  • Khakis
  • Smudged Dress Shoes

Motivations:
Short-term motivation
Medium-term motivation
Long-term motivation
Fulfilling Sauer's Requests
Relieving himself of his debts
Rebuilding his life without Bloom


Narrative



Childhood ( 1899-1917 )
Brandon Westland, where to start. Dossier says criminal on the run, report any information. Mentors defend as misguided. Friends and family cannot say a word. He was born June 16th, 1899 to a James and Nora Westland, two Irish kids who had just arrived straight off the boat. Both now in their forty’s, his father still works at his own advertising agency, while his mother tends to homely affairs. Brandon’s early childhood was rather stale, no close relations to speak of outside of the one between him and his sister, Lucia. Lucia, who often called him Finn, a cute nickname she could never find a reason for imagining, spent the better portion of her life participating in Brandon’s childhood escapades, from exploring the city to assisting him with his early inkling for engineering. She was Brandon’s right hand, his dear little sister. Unfortunately on Brandon’s fourteenth birthday, she was diagnosed with pneumonia at the age of eleven, and died several weeks later. This was a shattering experience for the young Brandon, and only furthered his withdrawal. In these teenage years his mother attempted to persuade and sometimes forcibly involve him in social gatherings, while his father remained busy and absent.

Young Adulthood ( 1917-1921 )
Despite this turbulent childhood, Brandon still held his grades in school and pursued those early moments of inspiration found while building all manners of simple machinery with Lucia years before. He enrolled in RAMI and pursued an engineering degree. Almost immediately he came out of his shell, and formed a close group of friends. His mentor, Professor Robert LeFever, previously a leading inventor in steam-powered automaton, was his first friend. Westland would attentively listen to LeFever in-order to absorb as much of the Professor’s legacy as his could so that the two of them could discuss more innovative initiatives, such as possible improvements for future consideration. LeFever can be quoted as calling the boy “As natural at building, as steam is at rising”, and continues these meetings at his personal home, the LeFever Estate, well past Westland’s graduation. Outside of this Westland can also be found with his friend, William Becker, the son of a wealthy German Steam industrialist. Becker remains a steadfast associate and confidant to Westland, though their history is a bit rocky. Becker was at first a rival for LeFever’s attention, but his lust grew into apathy, and eventually he sought to be recognized by an “audience, rather than one sagging old man”. However he recognized Westland and decided to keep his expertise close-by.

Lastly, the most important person in Westland’s short life, his lover, Molly Bloom, an orphaned girl who drove herself despite public opinion to become a respected and local independent steam engineer. Westland first met her at the age of twenty at the inaugural “I.A.G. Science and Innovation” convention, an invitational event for local engineering students in Rochester, influential experts, and popular independent inventors in various fields to socialize, demonstrate, and show-off their work. Becker was there at the time, and commented that their connection was almost instant. Westland and Bloom both came to display their own work, and happened to be in booths across from one another. Westland amazed by Bloom’s Scrap Steam Engine, and Bloom fascinated by Westland’s swarming automaton, the AutoSwarm. However, even though Westland’s automaton malfunctioned and tore the convention down, garnering him banishment from the I.A.G. and the universal hatred by a myriad of its members, at Becker’s insistence Westland made a move for Bloom as they watched the smoldering wreckage of the event together. The two were inseparable ever since, moving into a shared space only a month after.

And while Bloom’s adoptive family at the I.A.G. grew distant from her due to her choice in men, so did Westland’s family for his choice in Bloom. Finding her standing less than ideal, his mother implored their son to find someone of higher standing, while his father weighed in no strong opinion. As such Westland did not hesitate to deliver his family an ultimatum, either accept Bloom as their soon to be daughter-in-law or refrain from contacting him. His mother chose the latter after weeks of arguing, and his father gave Westland the only gift he could give in the situation, a handshake and a whispered offer to provide help if his son should ever need it. And while the couple made ends meet as best they could without assistance from Westland’s father, their tough by happy life existed on borrowed time, as sadly Bloom passed on just before Westland’s graduation.
While working on a thrown away schematic by Westland as an early graduation present, Bloom failed the realize the origin of the schematic was that of one of Westland’s many musings with Professor LeFever regarding an improvement to an artillery focused automaton unit. Westland, understanding the security needs behind LeFever’s work had encrypted the schematic in such a manner as to make an engineer unfamiliar with Westland’s personal encryption technique believe it to be some sort of fireworks display. When Bloom was about to test the outlined propellant, known as Morrigan's Grunge, in the rear cannons Westland walked in with Becker, and he soon realized what was about to happen, attempting to reach out to pull Bloom away, he lost not only his left arm in the explosion but his soon-to-be wife. Mortified, and speechless he sat in his lab. Dismissing Becker with swears and rage, he sat in the darkness for a short time with that indescribable sight laying in front of him. With the money they had saved, he approached the nearest church carrying his late beloved’s corpse. Westland, begging for sympathy from the local priest, Father Gregory Sauer, asked for a plot of land to bury her in. Sauer feeling for the man’s situation while also seeing an opportunity raised him a deal in exchange for the difference in money he would owe the church for a plot, tombstone, and service.

Adulthood ( 1921 )
It has now been several months, and young Westland has made quite a name for himself, especially with the release of the DSR. Having since moved from his previous home, due to stress related nightmares about the explosion and his now infamous notoriety, to a more foreign and rural hideaway in tatters on the city’s edge, known to unsuspecting passing cars as Outskirts Motel. He now makes seldom trips with Becker to the market, and remains quiet and cold towards his old friend. And his visits with LeFever have suffered as well, with an air of professionalism that the Professor only remembers from his days working for the government now suffocating their exchanges. Becker comments that it comes from Westland’s latest attire, a ragged lab coat full of stains of the field, his short unkempt hair, and his scraggly beard. All well-known scars of sleepless nights, and too much work. The saddest part though, is that while both men attended the small service for Bloom with Westland, neither has yet to see Westland’s tears, presuming they dried up the same day, all they saw were soulless empty eyes as casket was lowered.

And then there is Westland’s arm which made its debut the same day, where both friends mentioned how it is a cruel and sick reminder of Westland’s life and losses. Crafted by Gabrielle Garnier to replace his missing left arm at the direction of Father Sauer, the hand and fingers shine of black and cold steel colors, the fingers obviously mechanical, with whirring gears and pipeline visible. One can clearly see how the parts and piece connect to metal end caps, while the wrist and forearm remain covered by smoothed copper. Garnier noted it was a cold exchange, paper for metal, with little negotiation, and that Westland is her most mysterious and rude customer to date.

Though, Westland is not strapped for cash within the budget Sauer provides him, and regularly visits Garnier for improvements and additional work. As Westland now solely finds work from Sauer, who has put Westland on various projects related to the local alcohol smuggling operations, namely designing automaton for any possible thought the deranged Priest thinks will help the operation. Though in a quiet but thought-through rebellious effort Westland has found a close association with Elliot Boone, an undercover officer within the operations, Westland knowing full well of the potential Boone has for relieving him of his debt. Though for now, while his work continues, Westland finds himself hunted and wanted for his mechanical assistance. It is left to be seen what the boy’s next move is as he tries to both find time to mourn his past life and escape his current one. But one thing is known and it is that Sauer has got to go.

Epilogue

One year later, 1922, in a town house in Vienna on Mariahilferstrasse.

In the wake of the truce ratified at the conclusion of the Great War the Austria-Hungary no longer exists, now the nations of Austria and Hungary respectively. But, despite the dissolution both nations maintain close relations within their smaller borders, and have shifted their focus. Where they once built their empire wide, they now build them tall. Both nations, given the relatively security provided by the truce have shifted focus into culture and science. In Austria, automaton technology has made the most substantial leaps, and though they are capable of producing both the wonderfully organic, and beautifully sculpted, the capabilities of the automatons themselves is lacking. Through the connections of his mentor Robert LeFever, Brandon Westland has immigrated alongside his close friend William Becker, far away from the industrial atmosphere of Rochester, to the more artistic and green city of Vienna. The two young men share a flat, and operate a repair business for the city’s many automatons, commercial or private. The two do what they love doing the most, pushing boundaries and seeing all the wonders of technology. From the simple maid, to the robust officer, every automaton has its place, and Westland is keen on learning about all of them. Outside of his business venture, Westland is seen chatting up the sculptors down the street responsible for the city and its technology’s unique aesthetics. A particular girl by the name of Sophia has caught his attention, and as of now he has yet to ask her out on a date, much to the annoyance of William who keeps telling the young man he needs to get back out there. Brandon is happy, satisfied, and has found reason once again. The only memories he maintains from Rochester are the snowy days with Molly, and the hazardous adventures of college, the previous year remains a distant acquaintance. Though soon he hopes to write to his father, and by some luck, perhaps invite them to visit him in the old world. For now though, he tinkers, he thinks, and he lives. The journey was long, it had its pits, and it had its genuine insanity. But now he steps towards a brighter future, no longer chained to the cyclic past of yesterday.