Name: Fenzaar

Alias(es): An unlicensed forest chemist known for mixing medicine, menace, and mint.

Classification: Independent Research Entity

Clearance Level: Denied (but keeps sneaking in)

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[::] Identity Profile

Gender / Presentation: Nonbinary (He/They)

Species: Presumably human. (Subject refuses blood test.)

Known Skills: Alchemical formulation, poison-neutralizing, passive-aggressive diagnosis, 

eyebrow-raising at nonsense

Current Occupation: Unlicensed forest chemist, emergency care provider, trauma translator

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[::] Physical Description

• Pale skin, black hair, eerie green-purple eyes

• Wears a tailored inner lab coat under a sheer ceremonial veil

• Red lipstick. High heels. Knows it’s too much—chooses more.

• Signature tool: Dual-ended Chemical Mixing Stick™

→ One end stabs. One end stirs.

• Scent: A confusing blend of fresh herbs and low-grade combustion

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[::] Psychological Profile

• Tone: Velvet voice + medical menace

• Temperament: Quietly irritable. Deeply tired. Secretly caring (don’t tell him.)

• Known Behaviors:

• Refuses to treat the overly hopeful

• Accepts bribes in the form of facts or cat snacks

• Rolls his staff during diagnosis like he’s stirring your fate

“Cat snacks are far more expensive than their food—

and those little monsters need it to stay peaceful.”

         —Fenzaar, while bribing the fifth cat not to set fire to the curtains

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[::] Scientific Sorcery Log

• All “cures” are chemically grounded. He hates being called magical.

Potions include:

• Firestarter salve

• Sleep mist

• Sedative Tea (a.k.a. Truth Squeezer)

→ Effect: Loosens mental resistance. Slows down defenses. Makes the brain feel safe enough to say too much.

→ Use: For interrogation, confession, or therapy sessions Fenzaar never signed up for.

• Antiseptic Perfume (marketed as “Eau de Survival”)

• Will explain ingredients only if you offer something of value

(like silence, dignity, or your worst secret)

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[::] Habitat Report

• Lives deep in a mossy forest lab-house.

• Interior: clinical, cluttered, faintly glowing.

• Often visited by the desperate, the cursed, or the nosy.

• Cats wander in. They are fed. You are not.

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    |￣|      Eko – Mini robot assistant

• Waist-high, handmade, and loyal

• Functions: Timekeeping, herb retrieval, emotional sabotage

• Speaks politely , judges constantly

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(-_•)つ━☆ﾟ.*･｡ﾟ Chemical Mixing Stick™

Nickname(s):

• The Mixing Stick

• The Stick

• That Thing He Waved at Me Before the Room Smelled Like Mint and Regret

Item Class:

Dual-ended scientific implement / precision stirring rod / low-grade stabbing weapon

Structure:

• End A: Flat paddle — for stirring, smearing, smacking sense into beakers

• End B: Sharp crystal tip — for sampling, pricking, intimidation

• Core: Reinforced alloy, conducts heat and sarcasm equally

Function:

• Mixes potions

• Threatens patients

• Taps on vials when he’s thinking too hard

• Technically not a wand, but villagers keep calling it one. He does not correct them.

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≡ Next Case : The Battle of the Bowel

Diarrhea and denial.