JACOBI, doctor

[jacobi]

THE REPUBLIC: JACOBI "MR. MALUM'S GOT A SECRET HE KEEPS WHEN GIVING SPEECHES. "

FULL NAME Born Jacobi Lunz Harris, the good doctor goes by many names: Doc or Doc/Dr Harris for those he’s treated, Mr. Harris for those he conspires with, and Jac or Jacobi by those who have known him since his youth, and trust me, the distinctions make a difference. Each name calls to a certain façade, a certain version of the fragmented truth of who and what the good doctor really is.  BACKGROUND Thirty Four years ago on the 23rd of June, Jacobi was born to two, well, let’s just call them avid herbalists with a gardening obsession that was not quite as legal as it could have been, on the outskirts of Nimbasa City in the Unova region. For a time, he was raised alongside his younger sister Kasper, whom he often watched over while his parents smoked their wares and wandered the “vast plain of existence,” until he took a taste for himself, that is, but that was before the raid, before he was bounced from foster care after foster care. Not that anyone could reason why at first, the boy was perfectly charming, a sweet, happy creature, as far as they could tell…but eventually, things would start to go wrong. Something would break for unknown reasons, something expensive, odd plants would start showing up in the garden and the police would show up all over again. After all, if such a small, seemingly innocent thing could ruin his parents, could take his sister from him, why couldn’t he use it to ruin others lives as well? With that in mind, he became handy with all kinds of plants and, eventually, medicines, for he found that being a doctor suited him. The healing touch, as they called it, he developed later. In the beginning it was merely knowledge that drove him, the knowledge that he knew these things, that he’d grown up with them, that they gave him power over others, be it the power to save or the power to ruin…and, oh, the sublime sweetness that was the interchangeability between them.  Since the onset of the war, he has spent time region hopping and serving as an on call doctor/medic, helping tend to the survivors after recent skirmishes, bombings, etc. Most notably, his services have been employed for the prisoners of Kanto's Rock Tunnel and the survivors of Goldenrod Massacre. His war efforts, however, have not been limited to the skills in which he has been trained and he has also taken part in the Castelia (as a representative of the Lux council) in an attempt to instill in the peoples of Isshu an understanding of their current position and their need to ally with Lux as an independent state/region.  After the Nox victory at the debates, ushered in by the unexpected death of Aurea Juniper, Jacobi spoke with some of the region's Nox leaders, those involved in the Pro-Isshu Movement (namely Samuel Creek) to get a better understanding of Isshu's future positioning in the war. Whatever was said remains between the two of them, though, notably, whatever was said earned him Samuel's backing when he vied for the position of Castelia City Admin, which he now holds. He has since used his influence and cunning to broker trade deals with both the Lux and Nox members of other regions, using these much sought after supply lines to keep Unova neutral as he balances the infant Republic that he has helped to create. Unfortunately, he may well find that Presidency isn't all that it's cracked up to be.  OCCUPATION President of the Democratic Republic of Isshu and private physician – While his practice is all but non-existent now, and he hasn't been out in the field in quite some time, Jacobi hasn't allowed his skills to grow rusty. Even so, The Republic demands the majority of his time these days, and his skills are, admittedly, no longer as sharp as he'd like.  ALLEGIANCE The Republic – As the founder and president of the young republic born from the Pro-Isshu movement in the wake of the Castelia City Debates, Jacobi has firmly sided with...well...his own side, promoting public reform and non-violence.  TRAITS

POSITIVE TRAITS: ▪ excellent bedside manner (really, he’s quite good at the whole ‘make you feel comfortable while he stabs you with a needle thing.’ It’s what he does afterward, when you aren’t around, that’s worrisome.) ▪ comes off as friendly and outgoing more often than not. (Really, the whole façade thing is an ace in the hole of his that has served him well) ▪ has a superb grasp of the medicinal uses of various plants ▪ steady hands (comes in handy from time to time) ▪ calm under pressure ▪excellent public speaker

NEGATIVE TRAITS: ▪ power hungry ▪ obsessive ▪ controlling ▪ vindictive ▪ amoral

LIKES: ▪ tea ▪ thunder storms ▪ gin ▪ power ▪ public speaking

DISLIKES: ▪ disrespect ▪ paparazzi ▪ shell fish ▪ small enclosed spaces ▪ paperwork

SECRETS: ▪ The good doctor is obsessed with finding his younger sister. ▪ Occasionally, a patient that should have made it takes an unfortunate turn for the worst with his aid. ▪ He helped his parents sell drugs when he was a boy. ▪ Jacobi's younger sister Kasper died by his hand.

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[jacobi]

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It was a test - nothing more, nothing less, a means of checking Isshu’s readiness for what was to come, and they had been found unprepared, lacking. With Professor Juniper’s death, there was little doubt in anyone’s mind that the reality of war was now upon them, that it had moved from the realm of the distant into the realm of the unavoidable, yet still they persisted in holding their ground, in holding out their full support for either faction. Many a police force, if Castelia’s was anything to judge by, had found their sympathies in line with Lux – order, protection, perseverance, and the region’s youth had found a home for their spirited hearts in the arms of Nox idealism – freedom from oppression at any cost. Yet the whole of the region’s populace seemed as torn as ever, its people’s clinging ever more firmly to the ideal of the region itself – peace, self-sufficiency, and national pride. An Unovan himself, Jacobi does not find this surprising, but the council is unlikely to share his understanding, to see why their continued lack of support from the region is a boon rather than the precursor to a serious threat. The longer they wait, the longer their hold out, the harder they shall fall. The more they shall need when war goes from lapping idly at their shores to flowing over their land, engulfing it in terror, bloodshed, and chaos as it has done in the other reasons. It is this truth that he must strive to make the council understand. The Isshu movement is beginning, yes. Isshu stands, as ever, for Isshu – a great victory for Nox, some say, advocates of such freedoms as they are. Yet the region has not officially thrown in its lot with either side, and Jacobi knows all too well what this means. Not the eventuality of a Nox concession, support for the freedoms that Isshu intends to keep, but a blatant demand for them. Proud Isshu can do little else, will do little else. It will remain as it has, holding out, willfully ignorant, and soon it will be ripe for the taking, for making the concessions that it now refuses, to seeking out the kind of strength and support that only Lux can offer. That’s what Jacobi plans to tell the council, at any rate but, as ever, what he says and what he believes are often to very different entities. Isshu will not concede. It will endure, as it always has: under its own power, without aid. Jacobi is counting on this, but not for the reasons that he would have the council believe, the reasons that they are waiting to hear as the elevator rises, making its way up the forty-three floors to the council’s chosen meeting place. Gathered to watch the debate as they were, it had seemed sensible to meet in Castelia when all had come to a close. Jacobi views it as a blessed convenience. It has been far too long since he’s been in his home city for any note-worthy amount of time, and he plans to remain for as long as he is able. When the doors slide open, Jacobi takes a breath, braces himself, lets it out, squares his shoulders, and approaches the door to the conference room with the same confidence that he approached the podium during the debates, sure that his half-truths will be just as effective. Reason will prevail, it must, and he has done much to recommend himself as a champion of its cause. There are but two things to consider:

[/i]- Of this he must convince them otherwise. The words had been enough to sew the seeds of doubt he will tell them, to set in motion the beginnings of a plan far more subtle than anything Nox could ever hope to concoct (or achieve for that matter). He will rely on Nox prejudices to help make his point here.

2. That a victory for Isshu and its personal freedoms is a victory for Nox - He must make them understand the inner works on Isshu, the fierce national pride that motivates its peoples, must get them to take his word as one of the region’s own. This victory does not truly belong to Nox. [/ul]

As he turns the handle, Jacobi centers himself and strides into the room with his head held high. His steps are measured, even, unhurried, giving him a certain air of careless elegance – so far from the worry that they must be expecting.

As he seats himself, he does not begin by offering excuses for his perceived failure, but merely offers those seated around him a warm smile, as though pleased with himself, as though it were he (and by extension Lux) who had been victorious.

"Good morning, everyone." [/div][/td][/tr][/table][/center]

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